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The Principality of Joshu and the Commonwealth of P4lladia would like to announce the formation of the region of Ninjao!!! Ninjao covers the entire area of the Ninjarnian mountains, and insofar, only the areas of Joshu and P4lladia are contained within Ninjao. Ninjao's military consists of the ancient (yet efficient) ninja/samurai classes, and Ninjao has the technology of laser-cannons, situated in space.

Ninjao is a technologically advanced region akin to Tokyo, Japan. (It looks similar to this: http://www.nps.gov/glac/gallery/parkpics.htm ) The region's capital is called Caru, and it is situated on the Ninjarnian River, which is the border between Joshu and P4lladia. P4lladia revolves around the city of Caru, with several small towns/cities. P4lladia itself is situated in a valley, carpeted with dense forests, surrouned by glacial mountains.

Joshu, on the other hand, is a nation built from the barren wastelands into a prospering society. A large mountain range begins in Joshu, with the capital of Battosai in the center. Battosai (and all other cities) sit on a large plateau, with technological advancement decreasing as one moves farther away from Battosai (but that does not mean poverty).

Each capital is highly advanced, and houses the governmental elite of the two nations. However, much of Ninjao lies uninhabited by either nation, though for the time being, equal halves are owned by each nation. If any nations would like to join Joshu and P4lladia in the region of Ninjao, they may send a request to the offices of the leaders of Joshu ( Battosai06@mail.com ) or P4lladia ( caru@noyuo.com ).

In the lands of Joshu 4 rather large cargo helicopters carrying 4 groups of 20 men land as quietly as possible in the mountain range under the cover of darkness....

Uh, Villa Toryism, I don't think this is the thread for 'invasions' or whatever it is you're doing. This is a simple announcement of the region of Ninjao. It is NOT a declaration of war, nor does it say "N00BLAND! Free for Invasion!".

Uh, Villa Toryism, I don't think this is the thread for 'invasions' or whatever it is you're doing. This is a simple announcement of the region of Ninjao. It is NOT a declaration of war, nor does it say "N00BLAND! Free for Invasion!".

1) Never seen anyone invade a nation with just 100 or so troops.
2)What do you mean by the n00bland reference? Hopefully you were not aiming such a statement at myself.

Oops.. :oops: Looks like a misunderstanding. From the context of the original post, it sounded like an "invasion" of sorts... Sorry. But, uh, what exactly is the original post about?

All information relevant to the new region of Ninjao can be found at the site http://www.noyuo.com/ninjao

I believe he is either offering a military alliance, or using our land as a jumping point for military action in neaby areas.

If the first is true, I am flattered by your willingness to help, but am afraid that we don't need it. We'd prefer to keep to ourselves and stay out of international affairs, but would like to maintain good standing with everyone else. We will be appearing in the UN soon, hopefully.

If the second is true, get out NOW.

The troops are part of an open mission of exploration. They go from nation to nation making contact with the people and hopefully the governments in the hoping of forging friendships.

If you were not so hasty and suspicious in your "exploration" methods, you would see that I am making maps and diplomatic avenues open to the public as we speak right here at my site (http://www.noyuo.com/ninjao). We here in Ninjao are not very tolerant of irrationality, and would like to teach you a little lesson. I am sending my elite Samurai guard of 1,000 men to engage your troops. Perhaps you would be best off to extact them, unless its cheaper for you to transport dead bodies than live bodies.

Please don't do that. It would be unwise on your part because you are opening a can of worms that you will not be able to handle.

Whoa, whoa, WHOA. Let's calm down here, guys. Now, he only made a simple mistake by not announcing his exploration first. No need to go Rambo. Let's just call off this conflict, okay?

If you would like, Villa Toryism, you can explore Joshu (just don't expect much- except barren). But, don't take anything, and as soon as you're done exploring, I'm afraid you'll have to leave. We're an isolated land (culturally- we still vote in the UN), and would like to keep it that way.

OOC:
What timeline are your nations in? Modern, Near Future, beyond.

Somewhere between modern and near future.

OOC: I imagine it taking place within the next 20 years, given a research department with nearly unlimited funding. :D

IC: I suppose I did over-react...As Joshu said, we prefer to remain isolated and you were very sneaky sneaky about it. The city of P4lladia is open to any visitors, and I've sent a messenger with an encrypted security card to allow you, specifically, entrance to the capitol. I'd like to try to repair this...mishap, so, please, join me for dinner! :D

Excellent. Our men are on their way by helicopter to meet with you. Please prepare four landing pads for them. There are to explorial ambassadors with the group who will meet with you.

Toothy learns of the dinner, and requests an invitation and a suggestion for food: Macaroni and cheese.

Your invitation, along with the invitations of all Ninjao regional governators are granted. Macaroni and Cheese along with prized stuffed Lemmings from Websterianism. You're clear to land, Villa, I anxiously await your arrival.

The deafening roar of the rotor blades and engine break the silent peace at the airport as the choppers land. Still tentative about the nature of the visit the 100 heavy Explorer Class troops march out with the their ambassadors waiting to meet their hosts.

Toothy would like to know when the dinner will be held, and if he can bring fried chorgh.

The six provincial rulers of Ninjao emerge from the nearby building. They are dressed in tradional Ninjaon attire, however embarassing it may be.

"Welcome, ambassadors!" the leader of P4lladia says. "It is truly an honor to welcome you to the capital of Ninjao, SkyCity. Please, come this way into the diplomatic chambers, the chefs have been working hard to prepare this traditional Ninjaon meal of macaroni and cheese and lemming for out esteemed guests."

Several elite Palladian Guards move from their positions blocking the doorway, and create a passage for the diplomats. The six leaders and two ambassadors disappear into the building, and the samurai move back into place. The heavy explorers appear confused, but do not become overly adgitated by the door blockage.

"Oh, don't worry about them, my men will see to it that they are very well taken care of." the shogun from the Empire of Sagroi says.

The guards stand tentatively. Their commmander the whispers into his microphone, which provides him with a link to the rest of the soldiers in the group via earpieces,"Operation Home Rule is underway, switch on camo and start moving."

Slowly and almost randomly the soldiers start walking away in different direction while they also seem to disappear their camoflage exhibiting a strange effect.....

Being not 10 feet away from the now transparent and dispersed visitors, the samurai guards stationed outside guarding the doorway were quite perplexed. Several of the lower-ranking officers panicked a bit, but quickly regained their composure. The officer in command sent a simple text messege to the dining shogunate.

"Gone...and invisible?" the P4lladian shogun noted under his breath. One of the visiting diplomats looked confusedly and asked what was going on. "...oh, this meal! It's so good, it's inexplicable!" The shogun made a terrible excuse that the ambassador reluctantly accepted. "Crazy foreign customs..." he said.

The diplomat from Joshu, being more than a little perplexed at the current situation, began eating his meal, keeping a watchful eye on the surroundings.

"Perhaps, but your customs seem just as strange to us." the diplomat replied, taking a sip of sake. "So, Ambassadors, to what do we owe the honor of this visit?"

The samurai guards, surprised at the cool collectiveness of their leaders in such a seemingly tense situation, try and calm themselves down. However, they keep their hands tensed and ready, in case they become of use...

Walking around, 'exploring', they looked at the buildings around the place made took snapshots using their small cameras, no flash of course, they ensured that they knew the security details and the ins and outs of the place.

The P4lladian shogun continued to eat, yet seemed disjointed from the small talk going around the table. Shovelling lemming into his mouth with a fork in one hand, he was, with the other, tapping out a messege to the shoguns, and the nearby military personnel. Just then, a messege came in from N-77863. Ninjas!

"They're invisible, alright, but they're throwing off a lot of heat. I can see them with my nightvision contact. They're...taking pictures of stuff."

Poking out a reply on the touchscreen, the shogun wrote "Where are they? I'm at the top of SkyCity, at a dinner with some diplomats."

"They repelled down the side of the southeastern tower. They're poking around the riverside samurai barracks." The ninja responded.

"I can't be there now. Take care of it." quoth the shogun.

"On my way. N-77684, 98862, 11239. You're with me."

The shogun turned his attention to one of the visitors.
"When you were a kid...did you ever hear any stories about...ninjas?"

The diplomat from Joshu, aware of the situation at hand, continued to drink sake. He then looked at the diplomats seated before him.

"You know, my friends, we are not an underdeveloped people. We keep with the samurai ways by choice, but this does not mean we are not a national power. We enjoy all the luxuries other nations enjoy. However, we find that the old ways are quite valuable, even in these modern times." He said, sipping his sake. "Combining the past and present makes for a fine culture. Like sake at the correct temperature, to one new to it, it can be quite... formidable."

"Yes they tend to end up dead,"replied the diplomat.

Meanwhile the explorers could sense a presence around them. Slowly they put their cameras down. A message was played through to the rest of the men who all pulled out the assortment of heavy,mutilating, intoxicating weaponary. They would not make the first hostile move.

They did not know how things would start but they knew how they would end.

"I'm curious ambassador. You have come here on an exploratory mission, correct? Well, I would like to do some exploring of my own. Might I be able to inspect the technology of your troops? I noticed differences in each man's equipment, and would like to investigate further. If you would like, I could arrange for you to see some of our soldier's technology as well. So, could you call them to us? I am sure they would reach us soon, as they are right outside the door, correct? And you are in constant contact with them, judging from the headset you are wearing..." the Joshu diplomat said. "Hm, headsets. I haven't seen one of those in quite some time. Not that there are none on Ninjao. It's just that we have... alternative means of communication. So, could you please assemble your troops? We already have our samurai guards right here with us..."

"Yes, being something of a military tech afficionado myself, I'd like to see your men's loadouts, too. Not for a strategic advantage, of course, please don't think that, I'm just curious. I'd be happy to let you take a look at my own, as well." The shogun concurred with Joshu. "And I'd like to personally thank your men for the visit."

N-77863, along with three of his comrades quickly slipped back into hiding as the explorers obviously detected them. N watched as they deployed their gruesome weaponry. He began to tap out a note to his team.

"They're waiting for us. Don't do anything stupid - having my colon re-routed to my left eye socket does not seem pleasant." His team agreed with him.

Toothy: "Sorry for being late, ambassadors, I was busy cleaning this!" Toothy pulls out a long, diamond edge blade katana. He prompted stabs the foreign ambassadors in the face. He then proceeds to slice the ambassadors up and server them for dinner.

"Lemmings are yummy," Toothy said.

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The now-dying ambassador clutched his chest as he watched his assailants walk away. As he felt himself slipping away, he heard a voice calling out to him...

"Ambassador! I know I'm not the best conversationalist, but there is no need to be sleeping!" said Joshu, and the ambassador awoke with a start. There was no katana, no blood... it was all just a dream, brought on by nerves when in a strange land. "So, as I was saying, might we inspect your troops?"

"So, a visitor, eh? Great... would you kindly stop your tourists, or should I start getting inpolite?" said the mustachioed dictator of Charvis, giving gps coordinates to the artillary commander. "Just in case..."

"Those GPS coordinates, gentleman, are pointed at a targeting range. Oddly enough, there were a few foreign helimocopters sitting on the range. What do you propose I do?" the dictator said, after a few moments of silence. *Mouths BLOW THEM UP!*

"I apologize, ambassador. The young man who has just spoken has been known to be... rash." Joshu said sagely, bowing slightly as he sat.

"You mean he's red and itchy?" said Toothy, entering the room and taking a place on the floor. The visiting ambassador looked somewhat nervously at the new arrival. He had seen his case file before leaving for Ninjao, and recognized him instantly.

"Yes, exactly that." the P4lladian diplomat sighed, shaking his head and reaching for his fourth lemming.

The ambassador was stunned by the request," Please we are on a peaceful mission and this does not sound like a reasonable request. What have we done to cause this sudden interest?"

He slowly removed the headset while slyly removing the button that allowed it become useful.

"Here is my headset. I don't see what use you will have with it. Nothing special about it."

"A headset. Yes, I've seen these before. Not what I was talking about." Joshu said to the ambassador while inspecting the device. He handed it over to the P4lladian shogun.

"Hmm...there appears to be a component missing. Ambassador, I am appaulled by your lack of trust." The shogun got up from his chair, walked over to one of the samurai guarding the doors, and removed its helmet. He then walked over to the ambassador and put the helmet on him. "You see, ambassador, notice how lightweight the helmet is. It's made out of carbon nanotubes. See the transparent holodisplay over your left eye? See how it shows all the information about anything you look at?" The shogun withdrew his katana, a traditional carbonsteel blade, not used by the military for years. He hit the ambassador as hard as he could with it in the head. "Also note that you're not dead. This think stops bullets, and doesn't get wasted like kevlar." The shogun removed the helmet from the terrified ambassador and returned it to its owner. "Stuff like that. Gadgetry. I'm curious what you have...just an odd facsination of mine. I'm a junky for cool technology, and from what I hear, your troops have plenty of it." The shogun awaited the ambassadorial reply.

Struggling to supress his laughter, the diplomat from Joshu handed the headphones back to the ambassador.

"I'm afraid you'll have to excuse the shogun's physical style. However, he did bring up a good point. We are not, by any means, a primitive people. We are at the same level, and in some ways, beyond, technologically. However, it is still interesting to see foreign military technology." Joshu said, reaching for a second bottle of sake.

"It's amazing how he can hold it all down..." Charvis muttered to the leader of Toothy as he gulped down a large portion of lemming.

"I figured," the mustachioed dictator of Charvis started, "that now since we have visitors, it is a good time to unveal my newest weapon. Before I introduce it, I must state that the scientists who named it were shot, not before they were able to copyright the name, sadly."

Charvis stood up, clicking a button on a remote. A large panel on the wall retracted out of sight, revealing a large plasma HDTV.

"This, my friends (everyone in this room excluding Villa) is the aptly
named S.N.O.T. rocket. Now, what this is used for is bombarding cities, launching them off low tech missle trucks. When they hit the city (preferredly the center, my 'marksmen' don't have very good aim) yellow acid spews up into the air and falls upon the entire city, and then blows up with the power of a small nuclear warhead. Here is a minute example; I'll test it on you Villa..."

The mustachioed dictator of Charvis (hmm, gonna copywrite that) put one finger on his left nostrel, yelled "FIRE AT WILL, GENERAL!" and blew what was sure to have been the biggest snotrocket ever, and hit the lemming on Villa's plate, shattering it into a thousand pieces. Charvis's aide stood up and called out "75 MPH". So it was the fastest,too...

The shogun stood up.
"No new replies, eh?"
Calling upon the strength of his ancestors, the shogun, with the strength of a thousand men, bumped the thread to the top of the page. He sat back down.

The shogun of Joshu shifted on his mat, his face expressionless as always.

"Excuse me, ambassador. We have been in this room for almost three hours now, and for every question, we receive only silence from you! This is not an interrogation, if I remember correctly. If this meeting does not come to an end soon, Toothy will consume the entire lemming population!"

Toothy, meanwhile, was ompletely absorbed with what was right in front of him. He took a deep-fried lemming off of a platter and placed it on a slice of bread. While the other shogun watched speechlessly (HINT HINT), Toothy proceeded to stuff the opening where the lemming's intestines had been before cooking with macaroni and cheese. After placing another piece of bread on the culinary abomination, he poured sake over the.... thing.

"Now, ambassador," Joshu continued, "it has come to our attention that you may be involved in some so-called... 'DrumGods' campaign. Now, being relatively new to contact with other nation-states (:D) we are somewhat unaware what this may mean. If you would care to explain?"

Toothy, being his horribly-mannered self, grabbed his meal and shoved it into his mouth. The other shogunate watched in horror as the humongous lump slithered down his throat. Everyone knew it had reached his stomach due to a sickening "plop".

"Now that's a sammich!" Toothy grinned, and he then proceeded to pass out.