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Militanaran Government Overthrown; CIM Declares Control

As the riots worsened yesterday, another, more sinister plan seems to have been at work. The Capitalism Immediately Movement (CIM), appears to have murdered the Militanaran President, Vice President, every Cabinet minister, and several hundred MPs, the remainder of whom are on the run. With the crux of Militanar's government eliminated, a military force under General Rusu Palik moved into the capital of Militanar City.

At first, most thought the force was there to restore order. But at around 10:00 PM, Militanar City time, General Palik declared the city under the control of the CIM. Tarais Te'car, head of the CIM, declared himself President of the "Armed Capitalist Republic of Militanar", changing the nation's name from the "Armed Socialist Republic of Militanar". He also announced the changing of Militanar's motto, "Might Doesn't Make Right, But It Can Aid Right", to "Capitalism Forever".

No word on elections have been released, but most analysts suspect that no elections will be declared by the new government. As mentioned above, the former Parliament has been dispersed, and all its members are either dead or on the run.

The large communist organization known as the Coalition for the Advancement of the Proletariat (CAP), also taking part in yesterday's riots, has refused to recognize the regime and declared it an "enemy of the proletariat" - a declaration made only once before in the history of the organization, against the no longer exiting nation of Tyrantian. It also has officially apologized for its actions in the riots yesterday, which "unintentionally" aided the "criminal overthrow of a democratically-elected government" by the "burgeoise class".

The CAP has also declared its intention to found a resistance organization to fight the CIM, to be known as the Proletarian Militia.

In a statement failing to mention the CAP by name, but clearly intended for them, the CIM said that all "insurgents" against their "benevolent government" would be "crushed" for the "good of the people of the Armed Capitalist Republic of Militanar".

The President of Essenia is expected to make a statement on the matter in a few hours. Essenia, whose embassy was burned down yesterday by CIM activists, is likely to have much interest in what occurs in Militanar.

The following statement has been issued to all nations and newspapers in the region

The Coalition for the Advancement of the Proletariat again wishes to make clear that we will never recognize this criminal regime. It is not representative of the people of Militanar. It unseated a democratically elected government and has made no motions towards new elections, nor will it. It only controls Militanar City and the areas around it, and, being essentially the sole opposition to its capitalist aggression, we will do all we can to contain it within that area.

We do not wish to seize power. Though we would wish to see a democratic communist state in Militanar, setting forth on the goal for a totally classless society where all are equal, we pledge never to force this goal upon the people of Militanar. We pledge never to ever again use illegal and violent means against a democratic government to achieve that goal.

All people who wish to restore democracy to Militanar are our allies, at least for now. Whether one agrees more with Labor, or the UDP, or the Patriots, or the Progressives, as long as one supports democracy in Militanar, you are on our side. Democracy comes before all else; economic systems can be decided upon in a democratic and legal fashion.

Lastly, we extend our apologies to the people of Militanar for our foolish and unintentional aid to this criminal regime during the protests yesterday. It is no excuse, but the most we can say is that we didn't know.

May the Armed Socialist Republic of Militanar breathe the air of freedom and democracy once more.

Faluk Turaida'dar
President
Coalition for the Advancement of the Proletariat

The following statement has been issued to all nations and newspapers in the region

The new government of the Armed Capitalist Republic of Militanar wishes to make clear its dedication to freedom. The only system that grants economic freedom is capitalism, and that is our goal - as it has always been. We are benevolent.

The uneducated masses of Militanar often vote against their economic interest because they are swayed by communist propaganda. We will put an end to this, and eventually democracy will be restored. At the moment, however, giving the brainwashed populace control of the country would be foolish.

All terrorists, bandits, thugs, and gangsters will be punished under our government. The so-called "Coalition for the Advancement of the Proletariat", and any illegal, paramilitary, militant terrorist organizations they create, are the enemies of the state and will be destroyed for the security of all the people of Militanar.

This is a new era for Militanar! May liberty be proclaimed throughout the land.

Tarais Te'Car
President
Armed Capitalist Republic of Militanar

I release this statement with the approval of the Parliament of Essenia. The Senate voted 250-0 to back it, and the Assembly voted 247-2, with one abstention, to do similarly.

The Republic of Essenia declares its solidarity with the Coalition for the Advancement of the Proletariat in its quest to restore democracy to the Armed Socialist Republic of Militanar. We extend our thanks for its acknowledgement that its role in yesterday's riots had a negative effect on the situation, and welcome its pledge never to do such a thing against a democratic government again.

The Republic of Essenia refuses to recognize any new government in Militanar until it has been elected in fair, democratic, and internationally-supervised elections. The current regime of the Capitalism Immediately Movement is no exception.

The Republic of Essenia expresses its hope for peace, justice, security, and democracy in the Armed Socialist Republic of Militanar and everywhere.

- The President of Essenia

The Non-Human Union
Provisional Secretary General
The Non-Human Union Federal Republic

The Non-Human Union condemns the barbaric assignation of a democratically appointed leader. Any organisation that attempts to legitimize the termination of any democratic institution in order to pursue their own ideology indifferent to legitimacy and civil order must not be tolerated.

Our empathy extends to the people of Militanar and our deepest sympathy to the family and friends of those recently executed by the heartless regime. We urge the CIM to show their compassion and restore civilian rule. We are willing to negotiate with the new regime to organise the implementation of democratic elections, in return we shall not pursue the legal persecution of the organisation responsible.

Until that time we shall not move to establish either diplomatic or economic ties with such a regime. All senior member of the CIM are hereby notified that should they enter territories under the jurisdiction of the NHU they shall be promptly arrested and tried for violating UN Convention.

The Non-Human Union
Provisional Secretary General
The Non-Human Union Federal Republic

The Non-Human Union condemns the barbaric assignation of a democratically appointed leader. Any organisation that attempts to legitimize the termination of any democratic institution in order to pursue their own ideology indifferent to legitimacy and civil order must not be tolerated.

Our empathy extends to the people of Militanar and our deepest sympathy to the family and friends of those recently executed by the heartless regime. We urge the CIM to show their compassion and restore civilian rule. We are willing to negotiate with the new regime to organise the implementation of democratic elections, in return we shall not pursue the legal persecution of the organisation responsible.

Until that time we shall not move to establish either diplomatic or economic ties with such a regime. All senior member of the CIM are hereby notified that should they enter territories under the jurisdiction of the NHU they shall be promptly arrested and tried for violating UN Convention.

Free trade is a major tenet of capitalism. Your refusal to excersise free trade with our nation should be and is viewed as a hostile act of aggression, as is your threat against the leaders of the Armed Capitalist Republic of Militanar.

In response, all Non-Human Union citizens have been expelled from the Armed Capitalist Republic of Militanar. From this point forward, all Non-Human Union citizens in Militanar will be jailed or executed.

We regret harming possible innocents, but we cannot harbor possible spies.

Tarais Te'Car
President
Armed Capitalist Republic of Militanar

OOC note: Since the CIM doesn't control all of Militanar, only those citizens in territory under their control (Militanar City, the areas immediately around it, much of eastern Militanar) have been expelled forcefully. That said, once their control is solidified elsewhere (and it will be, unless radical changes in the situation occur) any Non-Human Union citizens in those areas will be subject to punishment.

Corporate fascists don't play fair. :D

Faluk Turaida'dar, leader of the Coalition for the Advancement of the Proletariat, sat in his office, considering the situation.

The CIM controlled Militanar City, and from that city they had taken most of southwestern Militanar, where the city was taken. They had initially moved north after the city's capture, and several large stretches of territory in northern Militanar were theirs as well. Lack of numbers and organization had prevented the opposition from offering much resistance with their Proletarian Militia.

That must stop, the communist leader thought. The question, of course, was how.

An aide rushed in. "Sir... the CIM is moving towards New Brounston." New Brounston was a metropolis of one million people. It was located near the center of the nation, and it had large stores of weaponry. It also was a major economic center. Its capture would be a political, economic, and military victory for the CIM. It must not be allowed, he thought.

"Bring me Gen. Kopis Dukol," the communist leader stated. Dukol had served in the Militanaran Army for twelve years, mostly in counter-insurgency operations. His skill at defeating insurgencies gave him much insight in how to run one, and he had been a valuable asset to the CAP so far.

The aide and Gen. Dukol returned a few minutes later. "What do you wish?" Dukol asked.

Faluk turned his attention first to the aide. "How many troops are approaching New Brounston?"

"Around one thousand, sir."

He then turned towards the general. "General Dukol, how many men do we have stationed there?"

"Fifty, sir."

Fifty. Fifty rag-tag militiamen, essentially civilians with guns, who needed to hold off 1000 enemy soldiers, many of which likely had military training. But there was no choice. The city HAD to remain free from CIM control.

"General... send your best commander, with as many troops as can be spared, in a few of our passenger planes to that city. I don't care what he does or how he does it, but that city MUST remain ours. The odds don't matter to me. If luck is on their side, either get it on ours or do without it."

"Yes, sir."

The Non-Human Union
Provisional Secretary General
The Federal Republic of The Non-Human Union

The NHU further condemns these barbarous actions as beyond the necessity of rationality. The NHU has no spies or operatives within or near Militanar. The execution of any citizen from the Non-Human Union will be responded to with the full force of the law. We will not hesitate to intervene and replace despotism with legitimate civilian rule when we are forced into no other position.

All Non-Human Union citizens are advised to avoid Militar and to evacuate from CIM held territory immediately. At this stage however the NHU is unprepared to intervene through military means as this is still essentially a domestic affair concerning sovereigns of Militar. However should the NHU be dragged into this desperate mess we will not institute to institute force.

"We are encountering some resistance, sir." The general's aide spoke fearfully to the military commander, afraid of retribution.

"Resistance? We have one thousand troops, and all estimates of their force size is fifty to a hundred. A few shots isn't 'resistance'. Take the city." The CIM general was determined to do his duty, and a few rag-tag fools wouldn't stop him.

"Sir, I think those estimates underestimated their troop strength. Their total I do not know, but the guerilla strikes are too frequent and too fierce to be any less than one hundred fifty or so soldiers."

"How many have we lost?"

"Only three so far, sir. But it could get worse."

"Three is nothing, and if I had half-competent underlings, it would be zero. Tell any complaining commanders to do their job and shut up."

"Yes, sir."

His recruiting efforts had been rather successful. There had been fifty militiamen when he came; he had brought one hundred with him. An additional one hundred had been recruited.

Still, though, they were outnumbered four to one. Reports indicated that seven or eight of his opponents were dead or wounded badly enough that they couldn't fight, but five militiamen had suffered the same fate. If the trend continued, his opponent would lose quite a few men, but the battle would still be lost.

He examined the situation closely. Under Gen. Dukol's command, he had served in nine Militanaran counter-insurgency missions, so he knew how the enemy thought, as well as what worked and didn't work.

A few things he had not noticed earlier called to him, and he began to issue orders.

I release this statement with the approval of the Parliament of Essenia. The Senate voted 250-0 to back it, and the Assembly voted 247-2, with one abstention, to do similarly.

The Republic of Essenia declares its solidarity with the Coalition for the Advancement of the Proletariat in its quest to restore democracy to the Armed Socialist Republic of Militanar. We extend our thanks for its acknowledgement that its role in yesterday's riots had a negative effect on the situation, and welcome its pledge never to do such a thing against a democratic government again.

The Republic of Essenia refuses to recognize any new government in Militanar until it has been elected in fair, democratic, and internationally-supervised elections. The current regime of the Capitalism Immediately Movement is no exception.

The Republic of Essenia expresses its hope for peace, justice, security, and democracy in the Armed Socialist Republic of Militanar and everywhere.

- The President of Essenia

OOC: How did I miss this for so long?

IC: The Coalition for the Advancement of the Proletariat welcomes the supporting comments offered by the President of Essenia. The CAP would welcome all international aid from anyone, including Essenia, and asks Essenia to back up their words of support with actual actions of support.

Faluk Turaida'dar
President
Coalition for the Advancement of the Proletariat

The Worker's Republic of Darranack declares its support for the actions of the CAP against the illegal, criminal regime which currently thinks it controls Militanar.

The Worker's Republic of Darranack condemns the CIM for its terrorist actions against the former government of Militanar and its callous disregard for the democratic process.

The Worker's Republic of Darranack stands with the Non-Human Union, Essenia, and all other nations wishing democracy in Militanar.

I release this statement with the approval of the Parliament of Essenia. The Senate voted 250-0 to back it, and the Assembly voted 247-2, with one abstention, to do similarly.

The Republic of Essenia declares its solidarity with the Coalition for the Advancement of the Proletariat in its quest to restore democracy to the Armed Socialist Republic of Militanar. We extend our thanks for its acknowledgement that its role in yesterday's riots had a negative effect on the situation, and welcome its pledge never to do such a thing against a democratic government again.

The Republic of Essenia refuses to recognize any new government in Militanar until it has been elected in fair, democratic, and internationally-supervised elections. The current regime of the Capitalism Immediately Movement is no exception.

The Republic of Essenia expresses its hope for peace, justice, security, and democracy in the Armed Socialist Republic of Militanar and everywhere.

- The President of Essenia

OOC: How did I miss this for so long?

IC: The Coalition for the Advancement of the Proletariat welcomes the supporting comments offered by the President of Essenia. The CAP would welcome all international aid from anyone, including Essenia, and asks Essenia to back up their words of support with actual actions of support.

Faluk Turaida'dar
President
Coalition for the Advancement of the Proletariat

One billion libers in aid have been transfered to the Coalition for the Advancement of the Proletariat. In anticipation of the retaliation by the CIM, all government assets have been removed from Militanar, and citizens are recommended to do the same. Most have.

Though it pales in comparison to the Worker's Republic of Darranack's generous gift, the Republic of Essenia grants the CAP one million gold coins.

I release this statement with the approval of the Parliament of Essenia. The Senate voted 250-0 to back it, and the Assembly voted 247-2, with one abstention, to do similarly.

The Republic of Essenia declares its solidarity with the Coalition for the Advancement of the Proletariat in its quest to restore democracy to the Armed Socialist Republic of Militanar. We extend our thanks for its acknowledgement that its role in yesterday's riots had a negative effect on the situation, and welcome its pledge never to do such a thing against a democratic government again.

The Republic of Essenia refuses to recognize any new government in Militanar until it has been elected in fair, democratic, and internationally-supervised elections. The current regime of the Capitalism Immediately Movement is no exception.

The Republic of Essenia expresses its hope for peace, justice, security, and democracy in the Armed Socialist Republic of Militanar and everywhere.

- The President of Essenia

OOC: How did I miss this for so long?

IC: The Coalition for the Advancement of the Proletariat welcomes the supporting comments offered by the President of Essenia. The CAP would welcome all international aid from anyone, including Essenia, and asks Essenia to back up their words of support with actual actions of support.

Faluk Turaida'dar
President
Coalition for the Advancement of the Proletariat

One billion libers in aid have been transfered to the Coalition for the Advancement of the Proletariat. In anticipation of the retaliation by the CIM, all government assets have been removed from Militanar, and citizens are recommended to do the same. Most have.

The Armed Capitalist Republic of Militanar condemns this blatant support for terrorists and thugs. All Darranackan citizens remaining in Militanar have been jailed, and will be promptly executed if any more aid is given to these terrorist paramilitaries.

Tarais Te'Car
President
Armed Capitalist Republic of Militanar

Though it pales in comparison to the Worker's Republic of Darranack's generous gift, the Republic of Essenia grants the CAP one million gold coins.

We echo the heroic cry of "Death to Essenia" from yesterday's protests.

This blatant act of aggression shall not go unpunished.

All Essenian assets in the Armed Capitalist Republic of Militanar have been seized. All Essenian citizens in the Armed Capitalist Republic have been jailed. Unless the Republic of Essenia and its people abandon the territory they took from Militanar (OOC: All the territory they control; the story of why some radicals see it as stolen is a matter I don't wish to discuss here), we will execute them.

If Essenia grants any more money to terrorists, a direct attack on their nation may occur. You have been warned.

Tarais Te'Car
President
Armed Capitalist Republic of Militanar

We echo the heroic cry of "Death to Essenia" from yesterday's protests.

This blatant act of aggression shall not go unpunished.

All Essenian assets in the Armed Capitalist Republic of Militanar have been seized. All Essenian citizens in the Armed Capitalist Republic have been jailed. Unless the Republic of Essenia and its people abandon the territory they took from Militanar (OOC: All the territory they control; the story of why some radicals see it as stolen is a matter I don't wish to discuss here), we will execute them.

If Essenia grants any more money to terrorists, a direct attack on their nation may occur. You have been warned.

Tarais Te'Car
President
Armed Capitalist Republic of Militanar

We will not leave.

We ask the international community to intervene at once to stop this rogue nation from further aggression against us.

They have slaughtered our diplomats.

They have threatened us.

They have jailed our citizens.

They have ceased our assets.

And now, they are about to kill our citizens.

They must be stopped.

- The President of Essenia

OOC: This is Militanar. I started this puppet a while ago to reduce confusion, but I haven't used it yet. From now on, all posts from the side of the CAP will be under this nation, and from the CIM under Militanar.

IC: Comrades,

These atrocities by the corporate fascists are totally unacceptable.

There is no excuse for jailing people based on nationality.

There is no excuse for intimidating other nations to fulfill one's expansionist dreams.

There is no excuse for seizing the assets of nations aiding our fight for democracy.

There is no excuse for murdering high officials in a democratically elected government and then overthrowing it for your own corrupt benefit.

Yet the Capitalism Immediately Movement has done all these things, showing callous disregard for national and international law and norms.

The fascists are trying to shackle us. We must stand up and break those shackles.

The fascists are trying to exploit us. We must stand up and crush the great injustice of exploitation.

The fascists are trying to deny us our rights. We must stand up and defend them.

We must stand up and remove this tyranny from Militanar. We must restore the democracy of the Armed Socialist Republic of Militanar, and we must do so with haste.

We welcome the efforts of several members of the international community in aiding us, and we ask other members of the international community to do the same and aid our heroic struggle for democracy.

We strongly condemn the actions of the tyrannical regime in Militanar City, and reiterate that it must be overthrown and its tyranny removed.

We declare our commitment to the interests of the masses of Militanar.

May democracy, justice, and equality descend once more upon Militanar and its people.

Faluk Turaida'dar
President
Coalition for the Advancement of the Proletariat

"We are taking casualties, sir," said the aide.

"Why is the city not ours already? This is ridiculous."

"The resistance is strong, sir. We have lost 36 men so far, and less than a fourth of the city is hours. Bloody street-by-street fighting is taking place, and their guerilla strikes are becoming notoriously effective."

"Well, we have 964 more men to lose before I'll give up. Tell the whining fools to quit the whining and attack."

Cabinet Meeting, Shears House, 2025 local time

"Minister Svenson?"

"Bad news, Prime Minister. Militanar - on Free Freedom. Fell to a rightist coup a few hours ago."

"Rightist?" asked the Prime Minister. "Not exactly the most popular philosophy in Free Freedom, is it?"

"Well, that doesn't matter. You'll always have a minority who'd support anything as long as it gets them power."

"So, do we have citizens there? Trade delegations?"

"Not many residents. The consulate has already warned them to get back home. Though we've got no official treaties with Militanar, our major aerospace companies have people there for private contracts."

"What should we do first, Gunnar?"

"If the Christian Democrats don't object, I think we should aid the insurgency. Even if they don't bring back democracy, we'll have an ally in power. And if they have elections, we'll have the gratitude of the people. Works either way."

"That's presuming we can defend against the Militanar army. They seemed hawkish in their statements."

"To be precise, sir, the government were being the hawks. We can't be certain that they have the full loyalty of the army."

"Alright, so is that settled? Are we all agreed?" The SDP members nodded, and after a few seconds, the Christian Democrat Minister for Commerce said, "That's fine."

The PM sat back. "So, that's that. Any results yet in the football game?"


Statement to the Thracian Public Accounts Committee

The cabinet has approved half a billion talents in aid to the CAP freedom fighters in Militanar. The money has already been wired.

Statement to the Thracian Public Accounts Committee

The cabinet has approved half a billion talents in aid to the CAP freedom fighters in Militanar. The money has already been wired.

Thracian citizens and assets have been seized.

Such support for terrorism is unnacceptable.

The Essenian prisoners in captivity have been executed for their refusal to return the stolen land.

Rashan Tlip
Foreign Minister
Armed Capitalist Republic of Militanar

Statement to the Thracian Public Accounts Committee

The cabinet has approved half a billion talents in aid to the CAP freedom fighters in Militanar. The money has already been wired.

We welcome this move.

- The President of Essenia

Statement to the Thracian Public Accounts Committee

The cabinet has approved half a billion talents in aid to the CAP freedom fighters in Militanar. The money has already been wired.

Thracian citizens and assets have been seized.

Such support for terrorism is unnacceptable.

The Essenian prisoners in captivity have been executed for their refusal to return the stolen land.

Rashan Tlip
Foreign Minister
Armed Capitalist Republic of Militanar

The murders of our citizens will not go unpunished.

Another million gold coins have been given to the rebels, as well as a supply of 500 new Essenian rifles.

Statement to the Thracian Public Accounts Committee

The cabinet has approved half a billion talents in aid to the CAP freedom fighters in Militanar. The money has already been wired.

Thracian citizens and assets have been seized.

Such support for terrorism is unnacceptable.

The Essenian prisoners in captivity have been executed for their refusal to return the stolen land.

Rashan Tlip
Foreign Minister
Armed Capitalist Republic of Militanar

The murders of our citizens will not go unpunished.

Another million gold coins have been given to the rebels, as well as a supply of 500 new Essenian rifles.

We thank you for the gift, and condemn the murders of your citizens.

Once again, we call upon the democracy-respecting nations of the international community to aid us in our quest for freedom.

Statement to the Thracian Public Accounts Committee

The cabinet has approved half a billion talents in aid to the CAP freedom fighters in Militanar. The money has already been wired.

Thracian citizens and assets have been seized.

Such support for terrorism is unnacceptable.


Militanar is advised to respect the diplomatic immunity of our consulate, as well as all diplomatic staff and civilians within, be they Thracians, Militanar citizens, or citizens of any other nation.

Militanar is also advised to treat Thracian prisoners with care. The Thracians are not a compassionate people.

Statement to the Thracian Public Accounts Committee

The cabinet has approved half a billion talents in aid to the CAP freedom fighters in Militanar. The money has already been wired.

Thracian citizens and assets have been seized.

Such support for terrorism is unnacceptable.


Militanar is advised to respect the diplomatic immunity of our consulate, as well as all diplomatic staff and civilians within, be they Thracians, Militanar citizens, or citizens of any other nation.

Militanar is also advised to treat Thracian prisoners with care. The Thracians are not a compassionate people.

By aiding terrorist rebels, you have in essence declared war on us.

In war, there is no such thing as diplomatic immunity, at least in our view.

We are not a compassionate people either, and in response to your arrogance we have killed five of our Thracian prisoners. The rest have been beaten thoroughly. If you continue with your acts of hostility against us, they will recieve worse punishment.

Rashan Tlip
Foreign Minister
Armed Capitalist Republic of Militanar

We welcome this development.

The communist thugs fighting the benevolent government of Militanar deserve condemnation, and they will recieve it, at least from us.

A million tyrs have been given to Militanar to protect it from aggressors.

We will stand behind the Armed Capitalist Republic of Militanar if they are attacked.

Militanar's representatives in our nation have been granted political asylum. All Militanar citizens known to the Government have been alerted of the situation, and have been offered asylum if requested.

Our Civil Defense has been mobilised.

We urge the Militanar government to consider their international standing.


Secret RP: The Thracian government wires an additional one and a half billion talents to the CAP, through our existing members of that organisation, and will deal with the domestic political consequences as they arise.

Militanar's representatives in our nation have been granted political asylum. All Militanar citizens known to the Government have been alerted of the situation, and have been offered asylum if requested.

Our Civil Defense has been mobilised.

We urge the Militanar government to consider their international standing.


Secret RP: The Thracian government wires an additional one and a half billion talents to the CAP, through our existing members of that organisation, and will deal with the domestic political consequences as they arise.

Secret Transmission: We thank the Thracian government for their generous gifts.

OOC: The new government hasn't had time yet to reestablish or remove the embassies in other nations, so any diplomatic representatives there represent the former government - the remnants of which are aligned with the CAP.

As should be clear, the level of popular support for the new regime is only slightly above 0%, which is why they have not yet rooted out the Proletarian Militia in New Brounston and elsewhere.

OOC: The Civil Defence is non-offensive. They're mainly trained in rescue, and use of our fixed SAM/TOW batteries. So mobilising them isn't really preparation for attack, but naturally a new, paranoid régime would see it as an aggressive move. If I mobilise any offensive troops, it'll be when I'm back tomorrow.

A report from the Democratic Times, the official newspaper of the resistance

Fighting in New Brounston; CIM continues to commit atrocities

When one thousand CIM gunmen approached the metropolis of New Brounston, the heroic Proletarian Militia rose to meet them. With daring guerilla strikes against the CIM conquerors, the Proletarian Militia has managed to hold them off. Casualties on both sides are reported to be considerable, but the Proletarian Militia has pledged to hold the city against "fascist aggression".

The international community's show of solidarity with the courageous freedom fighters of the CAP has continued today, with the generous nations of Darranack, Essenia, and Thrace-Tailteann donating money to the cause. In addition, the Non-Human Union pledged not to have diplomatic and economic ties with the new regime. The fascist police state Tyranianir expressed support for the CIM, further proving the vile nature of the new tyrannical regime.

In response, the CIM committed several atrocities. They murdered several captured Essenian and Thracian citizens, stole assets, and illegally imprisoned the citizens of Darranack, Non-Human Union, and Thrace-Tailteann, even the diplomats. The latter part should come as no surprise, admittedly, considering yesterday's CIM arson of the Essenian embassy and the resulting slaughter of dozens of innocent people. In addition, torture was used against Thracian citizens.

The CAP has condemned these atrocities and pledged, through its military branch (the Proletarian Militia), to continue its fight against the corporate fascists.

The EcoSocialist Republic of Biotopia
Supreme Chancellor Afra Draven
Zhaireland City

Recognising the internal grief of the Militarian civil war we cannot stand by when the alligation of atrocities stinks the air. For this reason we are immediately deploying Humanitarian relief officers at our own expense who will investigate the alligations of atrocities. If such brutal violations of humane dignity are charged guilty then we shall not hesitate to persecute any and all parties responsible.

We shall be deploying:

4 Forensic Officers
3 Federal Criminal Investigators
7 Humanitarian Relief Officers
11 members of the Medical Mercenaries

We request both the CIM and CAP allow the team access to investigate the scenes of alleged atrocities. This team will be working to establish where justice must intervene as well as presenting information on the humanitarian state of affairs and what foreign aid may be needed. They are NOT spies and do not the authority to investigate beyond their mandates. We will not hesitate to prosecute those that harm or impede our citizens.

The Medical Mercenaries operates behind the front lines providing urgent medical attention to all people, regardless of faction affiliation and should not be considered or treated as n military unit. Killing any member of this Humanitarian expeditionary force will be considered a direct attack on the nation of Biotopia.

All Biotopian citizens have been recalled from Militanar, citizens of Biotopia and the Non-Human Union alike have been promptly evacuated and half several Militanar citizens have applied for refugee status within the Non-Human Union.

Supreme Chancellor
Afra Draven

We, the government of Hotengovia, stand united in our condemnation of the CIM regime.

Any and all Militanarian Citizens and Proletarian Militia members who wish to escape the brutal atrocities of the CIM will be welcomed within our borders for as long as the situation requires.

Any and all CIM members who attempt to enter our country will be arrested on charges of war crimes.

"Sir... Biotopia is sending 'humanitarian investigators'."

A worried look crossed Tarais Te'Car's face. "They must not learn... of it. If they are about to, execute them. Let them investigate the other 'atrocities' freely - the ones we haven't admitted to are clear enough to those who think."

"Yes, sir."

The Coalition for the Advancement of the Proletariat welcomes this sending by Biotopia, and we will let the investigaters do as they wish, within reason.

Faluk Turaida'dar
President
Coalition for the Advancement of the Proletariat

A report from Democracy Times, the official newspaper of the resistance

CAP: CIM purges suspected in Militanar City and elsewhere

A spokesperson for the Coalition for the Advancement of the Proletariat (CAP) has accused the Capitalism Immediately Movement (CIM) of "fascistic purges" consisting of "killing suspected CAP members without charge". He reported that murders were occurring on "almost no basis whatsoever", and that, along with the suspect, victims included "children, spouses, sometimes parents, too." Around 250 or so people had already been killed, he said.

Similar purges were committed during the afternoon of the coup, with several hundred Militanaran MPs, cabinet members, and other high-placed government officials brutally murdered in order for the CIM to impose their corporate fascism.

In other news, Biotopia sent humanitarian investigaters to Militanar in order to investigate allegations of CIM atrocities. According to the spokesperson, the CAP has sent them their information on these purges.

OOC: Here (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=138499&highlight=) is the link to the RP about the riots.

It sort of stopped in the middle, then became this thread after skipping over a few events.

Secret IC: New Brounstock, 1200 Thracian time

The last Thracian diplomat surviving in Militanar opened his laptop and turned on his satellite telephone. It had been his idea to establish a resistance station to broadcast morale-boosting news to the people. Better still, it would be located in his own nation, so the CIM would have some trouble blocking it. Granted, less and less people had access to short-wave nowadays, but it was the only way to reach this far. Some of Militanar's pre-coup diplomats were starting test broadcasts in what had once been Radio West Tailteann, and full activity would begin in a few days. The encrypted message from home came through, and he climbed down the stairs. An invasion? It wasn't unheard of for the Army to show their prowess, but that was normally on small former colonies, not a huge nation falling under fascist control. Well, he would ask the heads of the Proletarian Militia. Did they really want his nation's army in what they - and Thrace-Tailteann - still regarded as their country?


Non-Secret IC: Georg Hermann Park, Grandnexus City, 1400 local time

Michael Morrison, new recruit to the police force, knew there was going to be trouble when he saw the red banners. He had been posted to "watch over" the neo-fascist Moderate Reform Party march. They flew the eagle and black bear of their beloved Trent family, once-glorious royal house, now reduced to racial agitation. From Grandnexus Castle, old home of the Trents and the Republic's main museum, they staged a slow march to Georg Hermann Park. According to the Party, this was a protest against Government funding to the Proletarian Militia in Militaria - in reality, everyone knew it was to intimidate the Jewish community, many of whom still lived in the old Ghetto on the route of the march. The skinheads and royalists who ran Moderate Reform liked Georg Hermann Park because it was large enough to get media attention, despite the fact that the park was named after a Jew, and the founder of Thracian democracy at that.

Indeed, television cameras were scanning the plaza as they passed through. The camera crews seemed very interested in the placards of Prime Minister Seán Mac Diarmada, with words of doubt written across his face - "Traitor?" "Communist?" "Child-killer?" The police officer was a Christian Democrat, and no admirer of the Prime Minister or his policies, but he also thought Moderate Reform were idiots.

However, the red banners were something different. Michael could see their bearers emerge from Grandnexus University, two blocks away from his post. The front of the group was already entering the park, moving towards the Moderate Reform crowd. Over the radio, he heard "Unannounced march - New Left Alliance - started in University, probably going to Credonian embassy." But Michael could hardly hear the voice in his ear any more, because his eyes were fixed on the violence unfolding on the streets...

OOC: New Leftists versus neo-nazis? That could get ugly...

IC: Faluk Turaida'dar presided over a meeting of his cabinet. Many top officials had scattered in fear of the CIM, and only lately had he formed a cabinet for that reason. The CAP had never had a cabinet before, but every government - and the CAP, essentially the only authority in a good two-fifths of Militanar, certainly was one - needed a body of advisors, and this was an effective way to do it.

They had just recieved news that Thrace-Tailteann was planning to send troops to Militanar. Though they had known that at least two other nations - Essenia and Biotopia - had such plans, they had not expected such action to take place by any nation without much warning.

"Bad news," Minister Feloar Pasik said. He was portfolioless - most of them were, since ideological organizations generally weren't full of experts.

"Why do you say so?" Faluk asked.

"They are taking the authority from us. If they rid us of these fascists, the people will look to them as their saviors, not us."

Faluk was infuriated. "If I ever hear you say - or even IMPLY - that we should abandon our quest for democracy for the benefit of our ideological leanings, I will remove you from this cabinet and from the organization. Democracy comes first - always first. Communism is secondary to that goal. I thought we had agreed on that."

"But-"

"Silence! Does anyone wish to contribute something that isn't worthless trash?"

I think Minister Pasik has something of a point, sir, at least in his reflection that this is bad news," said Minister Yavol Wisin, also portfolioless. "The Thracians could remove the fascist power and install a colonial regime instead, or otherwise cause mischief, if they don't intervene through us, under our authority."

"There may be something to that," said General Dukol, the Minister of Military Affairs, "but the fact is we can only just hold our own against the CIM. In New Brounston the only thing keeping them from taking the city is a combination of luck and arrogant stupidity on their general's part, and the CIM hasn't even begun to assault many other regions of Militanar. Without direct military aid, we could end up with all of Militanar under CIM control, and the Proletarian Militia simply an underground resistance force with no real power. Personally, I'd rather have imperfect military intervention than none at all."

The cabinet quickly turned into a debating match between the two factions, with Faluk sitting on the sidelines, only commenting when someone on either side said something that was offensive to him - as Pasik had. He leaned towards Gen. Dukol's point of view, but he wanted to see if other options could be proposed by the opposing faction.

Finally, Minister Yavne Nimbo spoke up, after, like Faluk, remaining mostly silent. Yavne was his closest friend among his cabinet, both a very wise man and a committed Communist. The combination made him extremely useful, and though he rarely got into the arguments, his wise proposals generally made it through.

"I think we are arguing about something we should only be arguing about if it happens," he said. "We can all agree that if the Thracian forces agree to aid us, rather than replace us, this intervention is a good thing, yes?" All present nodded. "In that case, I suggest we send a transmission to the Government of Thrace-Tailteann, asking them to do just that. If they refuse, then we can continue this argument."

Dukol and Wisin, the principle proponents of the opposing viewpoints, both nodded their heads. The rest followed suit.

"Then it is decided," Faluk said. The cabinet members rose from their seats and left.

Presidential Palace, Militanar City

Tarais Te'Car glared at the group of fools he had assembled for his cabinet. None had succeeded in their tasks, though they should have been easy for any novice.

"Tlip," said Tarais, "you were supposed to intimidate the nations into not attacking us. Instead, several appear to be on the verge of doing so."

"Sir-"

"Silence! Here are my orders. Threaten to execute every prisoner we have unless every nation that has indicated opposition to us or support for the terrorists imediately renounces all violence against us and provides us with aid equivalent to the amount given to the rebels. Otherwise, tell them, we will ensure that every prisoner dies a gruesome and torturous death. If they refuse, do as you threatened."

"Yes, sir."

"Palik... why isn't New Brounston ours?"

"There is a high level of resistance, sir."

"Your forces outnumber theirs. The problem is that the idiot general there is being too cautious. Order him to attack."

"You, sir, know nothing of military matters." The cabinet gasped at General Palik's bluntness. No one spoke that way to the President. If they wanted to live, that was. "You are urging an all-out attack when what needs to be done is cautious, effective destruction of the guerilla forces. You are a fool."

Tarais angrily stood up. "Get out of this room." Cold anger coursed through his words. "You are fired from my cabinet, and from the organization. In my eyes, and the eyes of the CIM, you are a member of the Proletarian Militia."

Palik didn't flinch. "I am not going to leave. I am going to improve the world - and the CIM - considerably." His right hand buried through the suitcase of notes he had brought with him, and drew a carefully hidden pistol from within. "I hate you, Te'Care. I was a loyal CIM member. I have always been, even though I had to keep it secret when advancing through the military. I was even willing to go against my principles to occupy Militanar City and restore order there. But it was to restore order, not to install a fascist regime." The pistol rose, until it pointed directly at Te'Care's head. "You made me abandon that loyalty, and for that reason I hate you. Once - just a few days ago - everything I did was for the CIM. But I do not do this for the CIM. I can no longer do anything for a CIM as corrupt and fascistic and you have made it to be. I do this for Militanar. I do this for my family and the thousands of other Militanaran families wishing to see democracy here." His finger removed the safety, and inched towards the trigger. "The CAP, however crazy their politics may be, have the courage to put democracy and Militanar first, with communism second. You are too concerned with your ideology to do the same, and put economic freedom before Militanar and democracy." His finger touched the trigger. "You are a traitor to Militanar and a traitor to democracy, and for that you shall die." He fired, and Tarais, immobilized by a combination of fear and shock, fell, dead.

Half an hour later, the new President of the CIM, Mase Dackin, ordered the execution of General Palik. The deed was completed.

The EcoSocialist Republic of Biotopia
Supreme Chancellor Afra Draven
Zhaireland City

The Miltanar Humanitarian Expeditionary Force has recently returned after a fortnight [OCC: is that ok?] of investigation into the substantiation of the all alleged acts of atrocity committed by both the CAP and CIM. There findings have been detailed and summarised to Parliament with the following conclusions that:

A] Atrocities in the form of mass executions of political prisoners and Ai] civilians have indeed occurred
B] Although there is speculative evidence about the involvement of CAP forces there is no criminalising evidence as of yet and
C] Such evidence to substantiate criminal proceedings has been found against the CIM movement.
D] The MHEF has also documented the illegal detainment and ill-treatment of Biotopians and Non-Human Union citizens.

Having previously established a temporary alliance with Essenia for the mobilisation of humanitarian aid and monitoring we have now taken the following procedure:

A] Upon the findings of the MHEF the CIM has been charged with breaking international law in committing greves atrocities against the people.
B] Both the Senate, House of Representatives and Office of Supreme Chancellor have approved the outlines for a tempory military alliance with Essenia and the CAP faction, recognising the legitimacy of the CAP in Miltanar.
C] The Office of Supreme Chancellor hereby declares war against the CIM factional regime for violating international law against the people.

We await the formal acknowledgement of both Essenia and the CAP to the new tempory alliance. [ic: could CAP and Essenia Tg what military units there are requesting be involved please]. We thank both the CIM and CAP for co-operating with the MHEF.

Supreme Chancellor
Afra Draven

Cabinet Meeting, Shears House, 2003 local time

As Prime Minister Mac Diarmada said in his speech to the media a few minutes before, there must be action. Forty-six deaths in the capital in one day were unheard of since the TLF cease-fire four years ago. After muttered pleasantries, the Justice Minister was first to speak.

"We've all seen the pictures, and if I may say so, it's worse when you see it in real life. I accept it was the fault of my police force, though-"

"Too right it was!" shouted the Minister for Foreign Affairs. "How do you think this will look to the voters? We're pouring money into a conflict that leaves our own people dead! And you can imagine the image it gives to the rest of the world - that the Thracian police force stands by while extremists rip each other apart!"

"Sir?" interrupted the PM's secretary. "Transmission from Militanar."

"Who is it?" He stood up.

"Moss Sykes. You know, the consulate's Third Secretary who escaped the CIM."

"Sykes... He's our man in the Proletarian Militia, right?"

"That's right. He says the Militia want our troops in, as long as their own generals are in charge."

The PM sighed. "Perhaps they're right. Well, if they need our boys, send them. Gunnar, would you object to giving them control?"

"Hard to say, but I suppose it's alright. If they've held off the CIM this long, they must have some good tactical minds in charge. The risk of it turning bad worries me. What if we're just aiding a communist counter-coup?"

Ailbhe Naughton spoke up. As Minister for Finance, she would be the one explaining this misadventure to Public Accounts - if it indeed turned bad. "Tell them we'll send about one thousand soldiers, mostly up to some low rank... I don't know much about the Army, you know that... but if we put some senior officers in there, could they analyse the situation for the rest?"

"And take over if things start to get out of control. I understand. But should we tell them that we'll have a chain of command in Militanar?" asked the Defence Minister.

"Perhaps it would be best if they worked behind the scenes. Personally, I trust the CAP, but if their generals are killed, do we expect our men to sit around waiting to be killed? Their statement seemed fairly insistent that they control our men. I'd say that either there's a strong group in the Proletarian Militia against our Army going in, or they want to use us as a pawn in a take-over. At least if we have a commanding presence in the division, they won't have to do anything... not in the interest of the Militanaran people."

The PM sat down. "Is that agreed?" Nobody objected.

"Then that's it. Tell the Militia that our men are being mobilised. Now, I think we all need some rest."


Outside Shears House, 2055 local time

The press officer could tell, just from reading the page she held, that she was going to be on tonight's news. When she emerged from the building, the cameras turned to her and stayed as she spoke:

"The Government condemns the Militanar junta in the strongest terms possible. Their dismissal of human rights, their destruction of a democratic government, and their opposition to the people's expressed will of self-determination must not be condoned by any nation. As a result, the Cabinet has assigned personnel assistance to the Proletarian Militia, consisting of around one thousand members of our Army, directly under CAP control."

Journalists were beginning to shout questions, but she retreated into Government buildings for the night. The siege had begun.

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The temporary military alliance between the Republic of Essenia and the Ecosocialist Republic of Biotopia, with the aim of the destruction of the corporate fascist regime in Militanar, has been activated.

We look forward to the cooperation between our two nations in this venture.

- The President of Essenia

One thousand Tyranianirran soldiers are being dispatched to aid the CIM.

They are arriving in two huge passenger jets, with 50 fighter jets escorting them.

The Republic of Essenia has deployed 75 Gold Dragons (advanced fighter aircraft) to intercept the Tyranianir warplanes.

Biotopia is mobilising military troops towards CAP territory. Is Miltanar accesable by sea or near an ocean? I will post troop movements upon the reply.

Thrace-Tailteann's soldiers and weaponry have been mobilised. 950 men and women, as well as fifty light tanks, will arrive in Militanar in ten to twenty-four hours, by air. They have air cover of twenty GreatStar fighter jets.

They are under our control. When they arrive in Militanar, they will be placed under Proletarian Militia control. However, any subsequent troop movements of our Army may be placed either under Militia control or directly under our control, as circumstances dictate.

For logistical reasons, we would appreciate a temporary alliance with Biotopia and/or Essenia in this matter, for the duration of the war of liberation.

Biotopia is mobilising military troops towards CAP territory. Is Miltanar accesable by sea or near an ocean? I will post troop movements upon the reply.

Yes, it has a long coast on an ocean.

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Aqua Nation Atlantica (http://mysite.freeserve.com/totalrandom/AquaNationAtlantica.html)

ANA states its whole hearted support for fellow NHU member, Biotopia

Eight Tyranianirran warplanes have been shot down, as well as one of the two passenger jets.

Our aircraft are, of course, defending themselves.

OOC: I am a member of the NHU, here to assist biotopia. anyone got a map? i will list my forces later
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IC: There was a sharp rap at the Archduke's door.
"Enter"
The door opened and the Minister for Defense stepped in.
"Sir, our forces are ready to strike Militanar. We just need your command."
The Archduke sighed.
"Ok. Let's do it."
The Minister bowed and stepped out of the room. The Archduke sighed again and selected a cigar from the box on his desk, his face creased in deep thought.
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At Appegg airfield, north of the the capital, 500 RF-X7 fighters took off, and quickly ascended to 40,000 feet in tight formation. A few minutes later, 600 B-1b bombers followed them, their bomb-bays full.
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A light on the bridge control panel flashed. Admiral Whiskas, commander of the First Naval Group(led by the RMN Union), depressed the comm button.
"Hello?"
"Admiral Whiskas, the command has come through. We sail for Militanar."
"Thank you" the Admiral replied, releasing the comm button. "Let's go!"

800 troops and forty-five tanks have survived the flight. About 150 troops and 5 tanks are believed missing or shot down by Tyranianir.

The troops will enter Proletarian Militia control once they reach New Brounston.

You have shot down seven of our planes.

Our efforts continue, mostly focused on shooting down the larger passenger jets.

Our division has reached New Brounston! They are now under direct Proletarian Militia control.

More troops are being mobilised and will reach Militanar in approximately two RL days.

Our fighter convoys are now working on shooting down Tyranianir "passenger planes".

The government of the Socialist Union of Kerla decides to not recognize the new government of Militanar. We have decided to aid the rightful government of Militanar and have sent miltary ships to Militanar.

Stephanie Rosen
Premier
Socialist Union of Kerla




OOC:

Ships on their way
2 Aircraft Carriers
3 submarines
1 destroyer
1 battlecruiser

The aircraft carriers have 3 bombers with 10 fighter planes.

OOC:

The First Carrier Fleet consists of:
2 Aircraft Carriers (capacity 100 aircraft each)
5 Cruisers
2 Supply ships
3 Frigates (one sea knight chopper each)
2 Submarines
3 Landing Vessels (holding 5 LCACs, 30 tanks and Platoon Alpha - 1,000 cats)

They are 150 miles of Militanar
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IC: "Red Leader, this is Red Four, over"
"Roger that, Red Four"
"We are over the target zone, preparing to drop bombs"
"Ok, Red Squadron, this is Red Leader, start dropping your bombs."
The bomb bay doors of around 600 B-1Bs opended and unleashed their deadly cargoes onto Militanar.

Our division has reached New Brounston! They are now under direct Proletarian Militia control.

More troops are being mobilised and will reach Militanar in approximately two RL days.

Our fighter convoys are now working on shooting down Tyranianir "passenger planes".

We thank the government of Thrace-Tailteann for their assistance in this matter. The troops have been tasked with destroying the CIM attack force, and they have so far been largely successful.

14 more of our warplanes have been shot down, as well as our second transport plane.

The remaining 28 planes are returning to Tyranianir for repairs and refueling.

We have now finished mobilisation of 800 men and women. They will be flying with five anti-tank TOW artillery weapons, thirty light tanks and two heavy tanks.

These troops will be under direct Army control and will operate on the Proletarian Militia's front line near our other soldiers. They will arrive in approximately 1 RL day.

Tyranianir shot down two more fighter jets before returning for re-fuelling. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Thrace-Tailteann's aeroplanes have flown home for fuel, rations and new pilots, and to act as a convoy for the new troops.

KUS Liberty
Liberty Class Aircraft Carrier

Admiral Mark Nelson was nervous. He was of course a vetern of war. He remembers all the conflicts that the Union has been in. He remebered when he was fighitng with Whitter. Of course the Union has not got into mnay conflicts. He was part of the force that was in West Pacific. He however backed out to join this force. "Admiral we are ready to commence Operation Rid Capitalist Scum" said Commander Nichole Young. Commander Young was one of his favorite aides. He was very knowledgeable and she knew what to do. She was the commander of the Liberty and she liked the ship. It was one o the newer ships. The Union Navy wanted to test out of the new Liberty class aircraft carriers to see how well they are. "Navigation when we will we reach Miltanar?" Young bellowed. "We will reach Miltanar in 2 and a half hours Commander" replied Ensign Lou Richards, the naviagator. Richards loved having the admiral aboard. Of course he was nervous of screwing up and he didn't want to seem incompentant. "Good steady as she gos Ensign and keep up the good work." Young complainted. They were right on schedule. A few hours and the government buildings and strongholds on the CIM will be up in smoke. Nelson went up to the navigation console. He went behind Richards. Richards was rather young, he was only. He was fresh out of the academy. The fleet was ready to inflict damage. Maybe now the rightful government of Miltanar will take their rightful posistion back. They were ready.


2 and a half hours later

B-52 Bomber "JackKnife"
Outside of Miltanar City

Lt. Commander Al Thompson was making sure everything was working. It was hard being the pilot for a huge bomber. "Everything here is ready. Lets go on as planned." he said. "Ok we are ready to rock and roll" said his co-pilot Lieutenant Jack Welsome. "Alright guys, lets get into Miltanar City and show these capitalist scum a lesson in rebelling" Thompson blurted out. Everybody laughed when he said that. He looked out the window. He saw the five fighter planes escorting the bomber. Of course he hoped that there would not be any resistance. "Jackknife to all pilots, we are almost in Miltanar City. Lets make this a successful mission and teach these people a lesson. They will learn not to use force or we will be on their ass. Ok people report in and lets get ready." Thompson announced over the radio." "LionHeart reporting in and ready" said Lieutenant Roger Herman. "Slacker reporting in" said Lieutenant Greg Manson. "BlueDogg reporting in" said Ensign Anthony Young. "Keeper reporting in" said Lieutentant Frank Schilling. "Fearless One reporting in" said Lt. Commander Alice Manson. With all the pilots checked in Thomspon spoke on the radio, "Ok so you all reported in. Alright lets get he show on the road. I can see the city now." They moved towards the city. "This will be a great fight and a Kerlan win" Thompson thought.

All 800 troops have landed on Militanaran soil, and are making their way to the existing frontline of combat.

<TAG> for great justice.

OCC: Please tell me what exactly you're targeting in Militanar City, so I can respond with casualties, damage, etc.

That goes for everyone bombing it, or any area in Militanar for that matter.

OOC: All of our troops are now at our front line. They are continuing a charge which began in New Brounston. Twenty of our Proletarian Militia-led soldiers and ten of our Army-led soldiers have died, leaving about 780 of our soldiers following Militia orders and about 790 following Army orders. In practice, both groups are doing pretty much the same thing.

OOC: All of our troops are now at our front line. They are continuing a charge which began in New Brounston. Twenty of our Proletarian Militia-led soldiers and ten of our Army-led soldiers have died, leaving about 780 of our soldiers following Militia orders and about 790 following Army orders. In practice, both groups are doing pretty much the same thing.

Our troops have withdrawn from New Brounston with 103 dead, according to latest reports.

OOC:We are targeting military buildings and communications centres. 13 of our B1-bs have been shot down, the rest are returning. around 25 RF-X7s are engaed in dogfighting with Militanar's ariforce. 17 others have been shot down. The naval force is preparing to land the tanks and cats on to Militanarian soil. ETA = 1 RL day.

[Tag for less than great, but still pretty damn good justice.]

OOC:We are targeting military buildings and communications centres. 13 of our B1-bs have been shot down, the rest are returning. around 25 RF-X7s are engaed in dogfighting with Militanar's ariforce. 17 others have been shot down. The naval force is preparing to land the tanks and cats on to Militanarian soil. ETA = 1 RL day.

OOC: Most of the CIM air forces are centered around Militanar City, it's the only place they hold with almost no resistance and also a useful place from which to launch strikes on approaching enemy vessels.

So there are around 400 or so planes defending Militanar City, but no more than fifty or so are located anywhere else. (Note that with all the strikes there, they are not all concentrated on destroying your aircraft, nor are all of them in the air at any one time.)

Militanar City's telephone lines have been destroyed, as well as several military installations. Most of the important people were evacuated when the air raids began, but the casualties are still considerable, around 250 or so dead and perhaps thrice that wounded according to the latest reports. A considerable portion of those are civilians.

Assuming your bombers have little air combat capability, you have succeeded on downing 5 planes.

All active fighter planes are currently focused on defending the city, and the bombers are stilll on the ground, though guarded by fighters.

OOC: Sorry if I wasn't clear but I am targeting government buildings and CIM strongholds.

The Voice of Free Militanar, 6225 kHz

"... We interrupt 'Songs of Freedom' to bring you this urgent announcement."

"Greetings, friends! Those in the heroic resistance will win against their oppressors and return humanity and peace to our nation! Our staunch allies across the world are aiding our just war - today, courageous Thrace-Tailteann has sent 1,200 soldiers to help in our liberation movement! They fly with over twenty tanks to our militia's air bases, where they will begin our victory assault on the plutocratic junta which represses the human spirit. Please welcome these troops with any arms they need.

Remember - our might will aid right!"

"... We now return to 'Songs of Freedom'."

Moozimoo's second fleet will be setting sail for Militanar in 2 RL days. The first fleet is still 150 miles off Militanarian soil, waiting for the second to begin the main assault. Most of the aircraft returned to Moozimoo.

A field 20km from New Brounston, 2230 local time

"Alright, soldiers, we're on solid ground!" If the officer expected to elicit a cheer from his tired recruits, he was disappointed by the continued silence - at least, as much silence as you can get in an old plane that should have been sold for scrap ten years ago. Cutbacks! Efficiency! What would a few million notes saved by the Treasury matter if the country can't fight? But it wasn't good to think about these things in the demoralising cold.

Though it wasn't quite an airfield, it was the next best thing in what was still enemy territory. Once the division got off the transport, the Mission Commander addressed his troops for only the second time.

"As you all know, we are the last men and women being sent to Militanar from the Army. We shall make our presence count; we shall hit them in their weakest area; our agents tell us the morale of the junta's death squads is dropping every day. We shall win with minimal losses to civilian life. We shall win with ease as the oppressed soldiers, who today fight against us, see the light and fight with us. We shall win!"

But first, he thought, they shall sleep. Even the 'glorious wearers of Thracian blue' could not fight - kill, since he's being honest to himself - without rest. And the one thing a civilian could never know was the horror of a hardened soldier's dreams.

A field 20km from New Brounston, 2230 local time

"Alright, soldiers, we're on solid ground!" If the officer expected to elicit a cheer from his tired recruits, he was disappointed by the continued silence - at least, as much silence as you can get in an old plane that should have been sold for scrap ten years ago. Cutbacks! Efficiency! What would a few million notes saved by the Treasury matter if the country can't fight? But it wasn't good to think about these things in the demoralising cold.

Though it wasn't quite an airfield, it was the next best thing in what was still enemy territory. Once the division got off the transport, the Mission Commander addressed his troops for only the second time.

"As you all know, we are the last men and women being sent to Militanar from the Army. We shall make our presence count; we shall hit them in their weakest area; our agents tell us the morale of the junta's death squads is dropping every day. We shall win with minimal losses to civilian life. We shall win with ease as the oppressed soldiers, who today fight against us, see the light and fight with us. We shall win!"

But first, he thought, they shall sleep. Even the 'glorious wearers of Thracian blue' could not fight - kill, since he's being honest to himself - without rest. And the one thing a civilian could never know was the horror of a hardened soldier's dreams.

OOC: the second fleet consists of:
15 Alfred Thayer Mahan Class Guided Missile Cruisers
25 David D. Porter Class Guided Missile Destroyers
18 Crusader Class Escort Frigates
6 Johnston Class Ammunition Ships
4 Replenisher Class Oilers
50 Avenger Class Patrol Boats
4 Endeavour Class Light Carriers w/aircraft
1 Vulpine Class CVBN w/aircraft
My missile attack is targeting all major Militanarian cities. 400 missiles were launched from the guided missile ships.

IC:
Lieutenant Macavity covered his ears as the first volley of missiles roared up into the night sky, illuminating the entire flight deck. He watched them fly away until they were merely specks on the horizon, deadly specks.
"Not gonna be much left of them, eh?" contemplated Lieutenant Weisskatzen. Macavity jumped. He hadn't heard his friend coming up behind him.
"Poor b*st*rds," he replied,"they'll never know what hit 'em."
Weisskatzen chuckled. It was very quiet on the RMN Spirit of Moozimoo, the navy flagship. Just the gentle lapping of the waves against her massive hull far below and the wind whistling across the deck. Macavity lit a cigar (cigarettes are banned by law in Moozimoo) and started walking towards the door. Weisskatzen followed him.
"It's a bit chilly for me" he said
"You're right there mate!" answered Weisskatzen.
As they shut the hatch, another volley of missiles lept up into the sky and streaked away into the distance.

look, if nothing happens in the next two days I'm going to pull out.

OOC: Don't be so hasty...

IC:

House of Deputies, Parliament, Grandnexus City, 1233 local time

Dr Francis Moran, former surgeon and current Chief of the House of Deputies, received the results of the vote from his clerk. He mused over them for a while, then stood up to address the rabble. It was never easy to get two thousand people in one room to stay quiet, and even harder when they were politicians.

"Ciúnas, a Teachtaí... Quiet, Deputies. Quiet, please! Silence!" He rapped the bell on his desk, and in a few seconds, they became silent.

"I have the results of the free vote, on the Government's proposal to send further soldiers to Militanar, contrary to a Senate vote five days ago."

"For, 949. Against, 1051. Proposal defeated."

And that was that. No point dwelling on yet another defeat for the Cabinet, even if it was as critical as military action. Dr Moran sat down.

"Further business, on the issue of... Quiet, Deputies! Quiet!"


The Thracian front line, near the coast, 1340 local time

"Bad news, sir," said the comm officer for the 3rd Militanar Special Division.

"God, what now?"

"We're not getting any more soldiers after all. The House voted it down."

The Mission Captain swore. "Politicians. They won't give us the men we need. Let me guess, they won't bring us back home either?"

"I'm afraid not."

"Well, that's life for you." He swore again. "Oh well, I hope we help get Shawnie four more years as head honcho." The communications officer laughed bitterly at the captain's reference to their Prime Minister.

"Captain, we heard Moozimoo ships last night. They're launching missile attacks on the CIM's bases. Could be a good chance to take more of the coastline. I know some of the others want to head straight to Militanar City, but if we have a beach-head, the mission would be a lot easier in the medium-term."

"You may be right, Steve-o. I'll meet with the Mission Council and see what they think. If they say no, we can always go along with our own people." The 3rd Division had lost twenty boys to gunfire over the last few days, but they still had well over 1,100 recruits left.

"Good stuff, sir. I'll ask the ships to give us some help, will I?"

"Yeah, do that. If the other officers agree to come along, I'll inform you."

IC: Strike.

The order was idiotic. They were outnumbered, likely hopeless, but perhaps they could manage to salvage something if they stayed on the defensive, forcing their opponents to stretch themselves in order to make progress.

Yet it had come, nevertheless. 200 Militanaran planes had been ordered to strike the Moonzimoon Second Fleet, in a desperate attempt at survival. Never mind the fact that their opponents would exploit the opening to destroy them... Around 350 planes remained, the rest destroyed in dogfights or on the ground, and if only 150 planes could defend the city...

But he had his orders, and sent word, launching the strike.

OOC: Sorry about my lack of posting, it's been a busy week.

OOC: sorry bout that... what are your planes, militanar?
Ensign Furren took a sip of coffee, and went back to watching the radar screens. They had lied. "Don't worry son, you won't get stuck with some boring job just 'cos you're an ensign" they had said. He sighed. He closed his eyes.
bip
Furren sat up.
bip
There it was again...
bipbip
He swore
bipbipbip
He hit the red button.

An alarm blared. Red lights flashed. Macavity woke up.
"Everyone to battle stations. Pilots to flight deck. Enemy incoming" shouted the loud speaker, and immeadiatley he was up. He had been through it so many times in drill, trousers on, shirt, jumpsuit, grab helmet, GO! Running through the narrow corridors of the RMN Spirit of Moozimoo noise ....everywhere.... confusion. Suddenly he was on the flight deck and struggling into his G-suit by the side of hisFf-35. Inside the cockpit, there was calm. He could see the Militanarian planes on the radar, as well as their own aircraft, streaming like a swarm of bees off the carriers of the First and Second Fleets.


OOC: to be continued...

Macavity flew to 4,000 feet before levelling off. He looked to his left, and saw the rest of the air force. Almost 200 F-35s, in perfect formation. High above him, he spotted two E-2 EWACs planes, gathering information about the Militanarian Air Force. And then he saw them....
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Admiral Glazzot watrched from the bridge of the RMN Spirit of Moozimoo as sixty V-22 Ospreys slowly ascended into the evening sky, each carrying an elite FAF(Feline Attack Formation) team(15 cats). His radar feed told him that his aircraft should have visual contact with the enemy. And below him on the deck, cats were loading up Gatling guns and anti-aircraft weapons. It was all kicking off...

OOC: please post your pilots' reactions first, as well as any resistance on the beach where i am landing my FAF teams (900 cats) and 50 tanks.

OOC: ANA would like to get involved, but we are a slightly near future tech civilisation, if at all possible could we come on in?

IC: 3rd Division frontline

"What did you call me for, officer?" Captain Harold Larsson had run down to the communications office as soon as he heard codeword 'Axle' - 'Urgent', for his second meeting with Comm Officer Stephen Sharkey in the last five days.

"We just decoded a Moozimoo transmission, sir."

"Decoded? What is it?"

"They're sending elite teams to get a beach-head, just as we thought someone would. If they can get onto Militanaran soil, there's no way the enemy can hold on much longer."

"Great! Good job, man! Do you know which stretch of the coastline they're targeting, exactly?"

"Afraid not. But it should be near where their navy is at the moment. If they take the shortest way, the target is about six hours away from where we are now."

The Captain stubbed out his cigarette.

"If we've figured out the message, sir, I guarantee you the Militanarans know about it too. There could be enough resistance to Moozimoo on that beach to repel them."

He thought about this. "Alright. Let's see if we can give those boys some help. I'll round up anyone who's still skirmishing against CIM soldiers. Officer, you see if you can figure out which beach those elite troops are landing on. Ask the Moozimoo Navy if you need to. Though I don't guarantee that they'll tell you." Captain Larsson gave a mirthless laugh.

"I'll do that. Thank you, sir. I presume we'll be packing up soon?"

"Yeah, I'll give the order shortly. Thank you, Officer."

Captain Larsson lit another cigarette, and played with some numbers on a notepad. In half an hour, he reasoned, he could give the order to move to whichever godforsaken beach this crowd of soldiers were landing on. If he had the info by then. If not, they would leave anyway, search the coast for air transports, and pray that they found the right place before the Militanar Army did.

At last...

Happiness poured through Faluk Turaida'dar as he read the reports. Militanar City was being bombed, the attack on New Brounston had been broken, and there were even reports of troop landings near the city. If the heart of CIM control could be broken, their forces would crack like an egg.

The war was not over yet, certainly. The Miliatanaran Armed Forces had been extremely powerful, and much of the equipment was in the hands of the CIM. But most Militanaran soldiers had not revealed that fact to the CAP, so however much equipment they had, they lacked the men to wield it. Had they had those soldiers... had they had those soldiers, Militanar would have been theirs in days, and these enemies would have been challenged every step of the way. Even if they had won in the end, it would have been an extremely costly victory, and if the political hesitance in Thrace-Tailteann was any indication, it may have been too costly to the populations of the respective nations. The CIM could have dominated Militanar permanently.

Fulak Turaida'dar shivered. The Island of Free Freedom had not had a powerful dictator since Tyrantian fell to internal troubles, and even when Tyrantian had been at the pinnacle of its power, Militanar had always been there to contest its every move, more than its equal in military might. Had such a dictatorship been reintroduced, without an equally powerful opponent....

But it was no use considering what might have been, especially since not only was it impossible, but it was worse than the truth. Such occurences were rare; generally, whatever could go wrong, did go wrong, and if one had the luxury of sighing with relief that something bad had not happened they were lucky.

Looking at the map of Militanar in front of him, he examined the situation. The situation was basically a stalemate, now - the CIM had blocked their advance soon after the victory at New Brounston. The greatest hope for victory was a strike at Militanar City by the foreign powers, with enough toops to take and hold the city, or at least weaken it enough to force the CIM to divide their forces. If enough forces were taken from the CIM line, it would shatter, and the CAP advance would proceed.

On the other hand, if the Thracian populace grew too angry about the war... if the Thracian forces were called somewhere else, the same thing could happen to their line. Despite the progress, all that had been accomplished was balancing the situation, at least here. In the skies above Militanar City, it was different, but not many targets in Militanar City would stop the CIM; the city's major strength was its industrial might, and destroying that would cause far too many civilian casualties, enough to make many Militanarans switch allegiance. If more former members of the Militanaran Armed Forces joined the CIM...

It was a mess, if admittedly less than they had been in a few weeks before. He hoped that the good news keeped flowing in.

Message
From: Admiral Glazzot of The Royal Moozimoo Navy
To: Thracian Commander
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We have reason to believe that you wish to assist us in gaining a beach head in Militanar. We will shortly be sending you a map detailing the operation. Do not be afraid to ask for anymore assistance if it is needed. Thank you for your cooperation.
Admiral Glazzot.
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OOC: We are CATS. Moozimoo is a member of the Non Human Union, based in Greenfields. Please respect our proper title.

Message
From: Admiral Glazzot
To: Thracian Commander
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http://www.hairwomansrevenge.freeservers.com/images/militanar.jpg
Here's the big picture. We apologise for the quality, but we've somehow managed to uninstall Photoshop on the entire laptop system and have to make do with Paint. Anyway, you get the idea. Awaiting your response.
Admiral Glazzot

OOC:bump

Beginning communication:

From: Thracian Communiqué Office, 3rd Division
To: Admiral Glazzot of the Royal Moozimoo Navy

QSL. Apologies for confusion in terminology re CATS.

Map details will be useful to us. We will arrive at the beach head as quickly as possible. Our intelligence reports hint that the beach is free of CIM soldiers for now. The 2nd Division is creating a corridor from the landing site to Militanar City as we speak, and the 1st Division is holding our frontline between New Brounston and Militanar City.

No further assistance is needed.

Best wishes
Special Division 3, Militanar



"Comms Officer! Have you sent that message yet?"

"I have indeed, Captain. Will we leave now?"

"Sure enough we will. I don't want to miss the landing."

bump...waiting for Militanar

BUMP

Continued BUMP for Militanar

Continued BUMP for Militanar

Two small Sub Cutters lay many miles off shore, just keeping an eye on things, and monitoring what they can of their allies, Moozimoo.

Five thousand troops have been sent to combat the Thracian and Moozimoon offensive.

Before this allocation, there were next to no soldiers there, certainly not enough to mount any real resistance.

As for the airstrike on Moozimoon warships, seven planes have been shot down. The rest are defending themselves or continuing to launch airstrikes, depending on their type.

<Commmunication
From: Admiral Glazzot
To: Thracian Commmuniqué Officer
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Sh-t! Our reconnaisense indicates a force of five thousand Militanarian troops are waiting for us on the beach head! We have only sent 900, and they are our full force! We need help immeadiatley, or we'll be slaughtered! Please help! We need coordinates of the force, your troop numbers and other useful information. OUr ships are preparing to target them with shelling and missiles. ETA of our troops is one RL day>
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Admiral Glazzot pressed the Send button. Out on deck, anti-aircraft guns were blazing away, and every now and then there was an explosion. The RMN Firebrand, a guided missile cruiser, had been hit twice by Militanarian bombs, and was on fire. The RMN Scythe, a frigate, had been hit in the stern, but it seemed the fire was under control. Suddenly there was a massive explosion off the port bow. The Admiral smiled - another one of theirs.
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<communication.
To:ANA commander
From: Admiral Glazzot of the Royal Moozimoo Navy
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Commander we need help. Anything you can do would be greatly appreciated. Thank you>

<Commmunication>
From: Commander Raymond Renko
To: Admiral Glazzot

ANA MilCom has been informed and Military units are being dispatched.

In the meantime we shall head to your location and see what assistance can be given.
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Far off shore the two Sub Cutters (http://www.geocities.com/bishoplotus/anamecha5stormjack), ANS Shale and ANS Sloam, turn and plot a course straight for the Moozimoo Fleet.

OOC: nice pic! :D
btw, militanar, I sent 200 planes to combat your air strike...?

8:51pm, Duchy News Channel

"We are receiving reports of a major developement taking place in Militanar - we -" the newsreader flattered, but the regained her confidence,"we can now go directly to the Defense Minister, who is briefing the press"
The camera cuts to a podium.
From behind a curtain steps the defense minister, a seriously look on his face.
"It is with the deepest regret that I must inform you that-" he coughed, " that Militanarian forces have sunk two of our ships." The entire room breathed in.
"The RMN Firebrand and the RMN Exile were lost at 3:18pm and 4:22pm respectively. 300 cats are missing, presumed dead. They were sunk by Militanarian airstrikes. Several other ships have sustained damage. However, we are currently establishing a beachhead, and we are receiving help from the nations of Aqua Nation Atlantica and Thrace-Tailteann. We thank them for their support. There will be updates as we have them, and no questions. Thank you for your time."

OOC: 400 posts :D

dp<><>>< :roll:

OOC: there will be more!

Near the Southern Borders of ANA, elements of the Tideshire Fleet were getting ready to cruise, forming task force Landstrike.

Four Bridgemere (http://www.geocities.com/bishoplotus/anamecha5bridgemere) Class Strike Carrier Subs, the ANS Basalt, ANS Bane, ANS Bahgerah an ANS Boris were readied, along with two Bilyarsk (http://www.geocities.com/bishoplotus/anamecha5bilyarsk)Heavy Cruiser Command Subs, eight Hampshire (http://www.geocities.com/bishoplotus/anamecha5hampshire)Class Sub Destroyers, ten Sevridzna (http://www.geocities.com/bishoplotus/anamecha5sevridzna) Sub Frigates and enough Cargo Type Leminsk (http://www.geocities.com/bishoplotus/anamecha5leminsk) Subs to keep the supply chain open. In turn this group had is requisite corvette escorts of both Rampart (http://www.geocities.com/bishoplotus/anamecha4rampart) and Recoil (http://www.geocities.com/bishoplotus/anamecha4recoil)types.
The delay came from the need to swap three of the Strike carriers subfighter squadrons with aircraft types Sky Spear (http://www.geocities.com/bishoplotus/anamecha6skyspear)fighter bombers and Sky fire (http://www.geocities.com/bishoplotus/anamecha6skyfire) Multi role fighters.
But soon the submarine strike force was ready to move, and with silent engines they powered out of ANA waters and towards the conflict
OOC: Id give an arrival time of 2 RT days.

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OOC: meanwhile, back at the conflict..

IC:

Commander Renko sat in his chair scanning through the reports coming in. his small but competent bridge crew went about their tasks. Then the sensor operator looked up from her console.

"Sir! I have reports of two metal hulled objects descending to the sea floor at a rapid rate!"

Renko looked up

"Submarines?"

The sensor operator looked back at her screen.

"No sir, I have two surface vessels .. sinking"

Renkos face paled

"Dear God, Moozimoo.."

turning to the command mike he shouts out some orders

"All hands! this is Commander Renko, we are entering the combat theatre, we have two friendly vessels sinknig, I want the Dolphin teams out searching for survivors now!"

From out of the two Sub Cutters, eight dolphins, wearing Power Armour (http://www.geocities.com/bishoplotus/anaequipment4) swim, four heading to each wreck, to search for survivors trapped in air pockets.

Beginning communication:

From: Thracian Communiqué Office, 3rd Division
To: Admiral Glazzot of the Royal Moozimoo Navy

We are preparing to come under heavy fire. Though our forces managed to fortify themselves quite well in the coastline, they number only 2,000. This compares poorly to at least 4,500 Militanar army soldiers.

Co-ordinates of their divisions have been sent; however, they are only approximate, as the troops are moving towards the beach as we speak.

Our key advantage is anti-infantry weaponry. This will hopefully allow us to escape to the south, towards the following co-ordinates on the coastline: [ENCRYPTED]. This is a safe area, held by Proletarian Militia soldiers. We advise you to change co-ordinates to there. Its weakness is its proximity to the air battle; however, it is our only chance for victory.

If you or Atlantica could send further infantry or light sea transports to the new destination, that would be excellent.

Best hopeful wishes
3rd Division

OOC: nice pic! :D
btw, militanar, I sent 200 planes to combat your air strike...?

OOC: Oops, missed that.

You have shot down twenty-nine planes, not seven.

Our forces have lost twenty-one men.

Note that they are not waiting at the beachhead; they are attacking it.

Message for the Legitimate Capitalist Government of Militanar:

"Greetings in the name of Ascension and the Emperor,

In concurrence with recent Imperial Decrees, the Emperor has authorized me to offer military aid to you and yours in the face of Communist agression against your people. Compensation for our aid will be determined after the enemy has been defeated, most likely to take the form of free trade agreements between our nations, along with cultural exchanges which we believe you will find to be very beneficial. Forces are currently mobilized and can be shipped out within the hour your reply reaches us, to arrive within a weeks time after that.

With wishes of Ascension,
General Shazmiel Ascensia, Commander of Ascensian Military Forces"

Communication
From: Archduke Stouffer of Moozimoo
To:General Shazmiel Ascensia
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I sincerely suggest that you change your mind about joining this conflict. If you do, however, you will be crushed like an insect under MY foot! <end>
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ENCRYPTED Communication
From:Admiral Glazzot
To:Thracian Communiqué Officer
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Our forces should be approaching the second beach you suggested any moment now. We are continuing to shell the Militanarian forces, so that they think we are going to land.The air battle is almost over, most militanarian planes are leaving. As well as the 60 V-22 transports, 15 C-66 transports will be arriving shortly at the second beach carrying one Monster tank (raysia) each. As you probably know, two of our ships have been sunk and three seriously damaged, including one of our carriers. Can you recommend an airstrip where I can land 15 VTOL fighters? Preferably one with some aviation fuel. Thank you.
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OOC: militanar, who are your troops fighting? I lost 12 planes

OOC: Info about units I am using:

V-22: http://www.boeing.com/rotorcraft/military/v22/v22spec.htm

F-35C: http://www.airtoaircombat.com/detail.asp?id=10

C-66: http://moozimoo.8m.com/images/c-66.gif (like c-5, but smaller)

The scene would be normal, if not for the fact that the people involved were a pair of cyborgs. A dull click kept interupting the words of the General, quite annoying especially during such a busy time, when he didn't have the spare moment to have it repaired. "Should we (click) be worried about that message (click, buzz) from this Moozimoo place?" the General asked, having requested an immediate report from his intelligence department. "No sir, they're quite poorly equipped compared to us, and they should experience supply problems in an extended conflict. They've been making military cutbacks recently, not to mention that their economy is quite weak compared to ours," the aide laughs before his next words, "They actually tax almost half of their population's income, and yet our government still has a higher budget than theirs by a few billion." The General joined his aide in the laugh that followed, more annoyed than ever by the constant clicks. "Keep me informed (click), I want a full report on their forces (click) in the area before we move to assist the freedom fighters (click). If we're going to do (click) this we're going to do it right (click), and crush everything in our way on the first try." The aide only smiled and nodded.

Private communications satellites are comandeered to monitor radio transmissions within the region the conflict takes place in. Spyplanes are not dispatched, but reconaissance flights of radar equipped craft with fighter escorts make shallow excursions into the areas around Militanran airspace.

OOC: Ascensia, please do your research properly before leaping in headfirst.
1) we are not poorly equipped. You have just made that up.
2) Our economy is far bigger than yours - http://members.fortunecity.com/thracetailteann/html/gnp.html
3) We have not been making military cutbacks
anyway - you are future tech(?) and I believe this is a modern tech conflict.
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A phone rang in the Admiral's office.
"yes?"
"This is Team Alpha Commander speaking, sir. All 900 cats have landed on the beach, sir"
"Thank you commander. Where are the C-66s?"
"Landing as we speak, sir, over and out"
The Admiral put the phone down, and turned to his first officer.
"what's the ETA of our F-35s?"
"Ten minutes, sir"
"Good, and the missile bombardment?"
"Commencing......Now, sir"
The Admiral grabbed his binoculars and looked out to the west. He could see 10 missiles streaking away from his GMCs.
"Excellent...."
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OOC: more to come...

OOC: I went off the basic public information available at your nation's bio page. According to that page, your nation is making military cutbacks, and your economy is stagnant compared to that of Ascensia.

I attained your budget using the NationStates GDP Calculator (http://www.pipian.com/stuffforchat/gdpcalc.php), and it was lower than mine last I checked.

A poorly equipped military is a symptom of a low budget and a poor economy, logically anyway.

Calm down, please.

you are future tech - you cannot take part

OOC - Future / Modern / Fantasy actually, and if you want to get technical it balances out into a Modern tech scene, considering their only major "Future" technology are biomechanical/genetic enhancements for individuals, eveything else is quite modern, right down to their ordinary assault rifles.

Again, calm down, please, and wait for Militanar's input before arguing.

you are future tech - you cannot take part


Last I checked, the F-35 and V-22 aren't in service and therefore are also futuretech.

ok ok, I'm sorry

I think the V-22
is though
?sorry again

Support for Moozimoo arrives from Craggtopia, 7 camouflaged trucks drive, zig zagging over the rough terrain. 2 crash but the other 5 reach the Moozimoo army. hey trucks are unloaded, 3 are full of high quality alchol for the troops, in the remaining truck the cargo has mysteriously dissaperard, the drivers spend the night smashing empty beer bottles over their heads and giggling uncontrolably.
A similar delivery takes place once a fortnight.

Communication
From: Archduke Stouffer of Moozimoo
To:General Shazmiel Ascensia
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I sincerely suggest that you change your mind about joining this conflict. If you do, however, you will be crushed like an insect under MY foot! <end>
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ENCRYPTED Communication
From:Admiral Glazzot
To:Thracian Communiqué Officer
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Our forces should be approaching the second beach you suggested any moment now. We are continuing to shell the Militanarian forces, so that they think we are going to land.The air battle is almost over, most militanarian planes are leaving. As well as the 60 V-22 transports, 15 C-66 transports will be arriving shortly at the second beach carrying one Monster tank (raysia) each. As you probably know, two of our ships have been sunk and three seriously damaged, including one of our carriers. Can you recommend an airstrip where I can land 15 VTOL fighters? Preferably one with some aviation fuel. Thank you.
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OOC: militanar, who are your troops fighting? I lost 12 planes

My troops are attacking the beachhead, and any other forces nearby.

The fornightly alchol shipmentt arrives to meet the Moozimoo army, only this time it is escorted by 2000 of Craggtopia's special forces, and a Regiment of tanks made up of 12 Panzer tanks.

Communication
to: Leader of CIM
from: General Lloyd of Craggtopia
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Word of the situation and suffering of your people has reached Craggtopia. We can no longer stand back as you take away their freedom and civil rights. We have sent troops to aid the allies against you and I herby declare war on the CIM
<end>

ENCRYPTED Communication
From:Admiral Talia Peroc
To:Admiral Glazzot

The ANA Task force will be entering the combat theatre in aproximately four hours, could you appraise us of the situation?

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Meanwhile the two subcutters had positioned themselves under the Moozimoo fleet, the upper hatches on the subroc anti aircraft missiles had opened and were preparing to fire.
On the bridge of the lead sub Commander Renko was issuing orders to his weapons crew.

"I want both cruise missile warheads swapped out for fragmentation bomblet warheads!, Comms, bring up the Moozimoo command, I need to know who is, and who isn't freindly on that beach!"

The last of the Craggtopian troops arrived at Militanar. Another 500infantry, and a flight regiment 7chinooks, each holding 20 men and with a mounted machine gun, and 4 apache attack helicopters. They set up a camp not to far away from the two Militanr held beaches.

ENCRYPTED MESSAGE
From: Admiral Glazzot of The Royal Moozimoo Navy
To: Allies of Moozimoo (ANA, Cragtopia, Thrace)
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I am not sure what is going on. I thought there were two beaches, but apparently there is only one! As it looks like everyones waiting for me to move, here's what going to happen. My forces will join up with Craggtopia's on the beach. We will have naval support from me and ANA, and airstrikes from me. If ANA have any troops, that's great. <end of encrypted message>
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:"Macavity to Mystery Cat, over"*
"We read you Macavity, you are cleared for take-off"
Macavity always liked flying the F-35. He flew vertically up to 2000 feet, then engaed the main engine. It wasn't long before the coast came into view and he could make out the Moozimoo transport aircraft unloading, but coming under fire. One of the V-22s had been shot down, hopefully after it had unloaded. Then he saw a bright flash off light to the left. It streaked past him, over the beach and exploded in the forest beyond. There they were! He spotted Militanarian troops and fired. Two sidewinders peeled of and smashed into the troops. Macavity came round again and blasted them with his cannons.
"Woooooo--hoooooooo!!, Over"

*did ya get it?!

Communication
To: Moozimoo
From: Craggtopian Air regiment
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We have begun our assault on the beach; we will be there within the hour. <end>

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Private Lloyd sat in the Chinook holding his AUG machine gun close to him; The Helicopters flew in formation with the rising sun behind them. The Corporal turned around joking with his troops. Everyone’s willingness to kill frightened Lloyd. As the beach came in view speakers in the Chinook blared out Wagner's "Ride of the Valkyries." The mounted machine gun began firing out of the side of the helicopter; those near enough were firing their own guns onto the Militarians. One of the apaches swooped passed firing off missiles before the tail burst into flames and it crashed onto the beach. The Chinook landed not far from the Apache wreck. Lloyd thought he heard the pilot screaming from within it, the Chinook squad checked there guns before running onto the blood soaked beach.

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OOC: nice! is the an apocolypse now? :wink:
BUMP!

OOC: What?! Jack D. Ripper, heh heh. Dr Strangelove perhaps?

OOC: What?! Jack D. Ripper, heh heh. Dr Strangelove perhaps?

don't encourage him.

I would like to apologise for Chatmandu's behaiviour. I have asked the Mods to delete that post.

Go, go, go!

The V-22's ramp dropped to the sand and the soldiers streamed off, guns blazing. All around there were explosions - several V-22s had been shot down. Moozimoo tanks, swiftly unloaded from thier C-66 transports, were furthest up the beach, pounding away.

OOC: more soon

The Battle-Weary.

"Where the hell is this back-up, Jim?" The fortification into which 1st and 3rd Special Companies were crammed reminded Captain Larsson of pictures of the War of Independence he saw in Officers' School. His soldiers were living between rocks, equipment and metal sheets, and it was as claustrophobic as the trenches that the revolutionaries fought in, nearly one hundred years ago.

"One moment, sir! I'm getting a transmission!" The Deputy Comms Officer was an old friend of the Captain. When the former Comms Officer was gunned down with ten other men while building the barricade, Lieutenant James Strength was more than willing to step up and replace him.

"And?"

"They're about to arrive! Planes are flying in right now, and the -" Machine-guns roared; missiles screamed; classical music seemed to boom in the distance. "- In God's name, what's going on out there?"

"Stay in here, officer. I'll check." As Captain Larsson looked outside through a salvaged periscope from the shallows of the beach, his face brightened. "It's allied insignia! Aeroplanes! Remember pilot school, Jim? Well, this is a full Trentian Air Assault in perfect formation! I'm sure they don't call it that over there, but the basic strategy's the same!"

"So that means... we'll be able to get out and attack soon, right?"

"Once we see them doing the same. MEN!" he shouted to the recruits under his care; he was not particularly progressive in his attitudes to women in the army, but he was a fine leader. "Our siege is over!" There was no cheer; they were uncertain whether that meant they would live, or just die more quickly. "We've got friends at last, men, and by God if they haven't bolstered us. Open the doors and look out - you're fine, they've stopped firing on this part of the beach. When they come out of their transports, we run. Get equipped, then get to the doors!" They hurried to follow commands. In less than two minutes, they were assembled by the makeshift exits.

"When we see their soldiers, we run. ... RUN!" As over 1,500 men and womed rushed onto the beach, unsure of their future, the officers wondered if this would truly be a historical turning point, or just a black mark in the footnotes of military tradition.

[Radio Transmission]
To: All Allies
From: Leader of the Craggtopian, 5th Helicopter brigade

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My men are out there being blown to ****! What’s going on, I want some fact about this attack ASAP! How many Militanar troops are on that beach, and how well equipped are they and what support can we expect to receive from yous lot and why the **** hasn't it arrived yet!!
BANG
Aww, Crap! "Lloyd! You Ok!?"
[End transmission]

OOC: please don't post any more attacks until Militanar gets back.
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"It's really quite hard to tell what will happen next at this point, sir." said Admiral glazzot. "There is a big charge up the beach going on at the moment but...."
"Okay." replied the crackly voice of Commander Foresst, down the telephone. "telephone me as soon as you're sure we're gonna lose. I'm loading up some MC-130s ( http://www.fas.org/man/dod-101/sys/ac/mc-130e.htm ) with BLU-82s ( http://www.fas.org/man/dod-101/sys/dumb/blu-82.htm )"
"With what?"
"Daisy Cutters."
"oh.......I see"

<Post Deleted>

OOC:I am truly sorry. I hope we can put this unfortunate episode behind us and get on with the RP. I recieved this message:

Craggtopia has been warned for using the puppet nation "Anti-Seandom" to post flames/abuse on the forums.

--The Modified Democratic States of Cogitation
NationStates Game Moderator

However, I have forgiven him, he is paticipating.

OOC: The whole incident has been sorted out, someone else was using my computer to post nthose messages. Moozimoo willback me up, when his silly mac can get on the forum.

For a few minutes Commander Renko and his number two were looking at the communicatior, then at each other with confused looks on their faces.

"What the hell?"

they said in unison..

then the tactical officer turned from her station

"Sir Im getting an uplink of target coardinates from Taskforce Landstrike, they have pinpointed the enemy on the beach head.. it seems to be som form of.. charging manouver.."

Renko blinked a couple of times..

"What is it, full moon or something??.. That means they are to close to the Moozimoo Cats on the beach... ok.. Tactical, target the cruise missiles to the rear of the enemy, I want you to wipe out any form of supply hain he has.."

Whith a stream of bubbles four cruise missiles in their subroc launchers left the Subcutters and headead surfacewards, each carrying several hundred indipedantly guided fragmentation bomblets.

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Taskforce Landstrike

The sub fleet had pulled to within range of the Moozimoo fleet and the Area Defense Rampart subs had been sent foreward to form a grid beneath their allies surface ships. After the subs had been tied in to the MilCom network, hatches opened and several hundred anti aircraft subroc missiles reached to the surface, turning the sea around the Moozimoo ships into a little forest of white plumes as they broke the surface.

Meanwhile...

Sargeant Nathan J. Hood reviewed the troops he had in the Roamer transport, the helmet of his dragonfish armour had been pushed back to better facilitate the cigar currently hanging from one side of his mouth.
thirty good men sat ready in their armour, weapons checked over and ammo strapped in. It wasn't so much the state of his men that worried Hood, he was supremely confident in them, it was the enviroment, they hadn't fought properly on the surface for many years, and the akwardness of the dry lands still haunted him.
An hour or so later, the Roamer he was on and two others, also carrying a platoon each of heavy troop pulled into the shallows of the beach and a red flashing light turned green, with that Sargeant Hood spat out the cigar and flipped his helmet down, locking it in place, as he did so the transport section of the Roamer flooded and then opened to the outside sea, allowing him and his men to swim out and make theirway to the shorline.

The Neuvo rican union ( neuvo rica , ide jima and Eston - i - a) wish to join this rp war on the side of spongem

Communication
To: Neuvo Rica
From: Craggtopia
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Good to have you abord, Our soldiers are looking forward to fighting alongside yours. What type of army are you bringing, we could use some help on the beach 'cause we just got a message from our 'Chopper brigade that its pretty hairy there. <end>

104 men have been killed.

We are attacking all hostile forces.

Private Drunich wasn't cut out for war. He was overweight, apathetic and smoked way too many cigars. He thought about this as he lay in the ditch, bullets whizzing over his head. Join the army, they said, see the world, they said - BANG
"Sh*T that was close" he yelled
"Lets go" ordered his sergant "we-"
"EVERYBODY GET DOWN! WE GOT DAISY CUTTERS!" shouted the comms officer.
Drunich, being in the correct position already, was able to see the five MC-130s fly almost gracefully through the anti-aircraft fire. Their droning seemed to cut out all the other noise on the beach. Then, slowly, their rear hatches opened and out fell a package that was as big as a car. Drunich knew what would happen next, and curled up into the foetal position. He didn't see the five massive explosions, but he heard them. BANG BANG BAN-BANG BANG. He opened his eyes. A tree flew over his head. He waited for a bit then looked over to where the Militanarians had been. It was practically a wall of fire, interspersed by five enormus craters. Dead militanarians lay everywhere, and many where on fire.
Drunich smiled, and lept out of the ditch..
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I have lost 40 soldiers

About this time the platoon were marching up the beach, underwater, when a bloody great tree landed on the surface, its wake and shock stunning the armoured men breifly, who watched it sink to the sea bed amongst them.

"What the hel are they using for ammo?"

Sargeant Hood exlaimed.

One of the group kept looking back at the sunken tree..

"Sarge.. I think.."

"Your not supposed to think!"

"But Sarge! its kinda.."

"I don't care!"

"Really sarge. .isn't wood supposed to.."

"SHUT UP!"

"Float?"

"......"

"Just get to the beach.."

As three groups of thirty, the power armour troops crested the surface and broke into a run up the beach to the nearest cover.

aren't wars supposed to be serious?! I laughed out loud at your post, ANA! :D top marks! :D

OOC: Well you allways need a bit of lightheartedness!

OOC: ANA, brilliant!

IC:

"Private, get the sheet on your right and move it up the beach!" shouted the Captain. Since leaving their original fortification, thirty of his soldiers had been killed, most by Militanar gun-fire, some by the daisy-cutters which Recon had thought were birds through his blood-stained goggles; at least, until they heard the low whining that not even the hungriest bird of prey could make. Now, there were less than 1,500 of his people left to get past the Militanar defences. War was indeed hell.

From a tactical view, their position was improved from a few hours before. There were other army divisions on the beach now, and the 'Democratic Alliance' troops could possibly escape with their lives. But it is hard to think tactically when you are putting comrades into body-bags.

"Jim, I'm getting depressed."

"If it's any consolation, sir, we all are."

"For the last time, call me John. We went through six years of General Staff School together, and you treat me like you'd treat a stuffed suit in Headquarters?" He paused. "What's that song the vets used to sing in drills? You don't remember the lyrics by any chance, Jim?"

"The lyrics to 'All The Angels Rise Up'?" He laughed. "Well, if I did, it'd sully the innocent ears of all the greenshirts out there! And then the PC police would court-martial you for linking the Army with religion."

Captain Larsson seemed to become happier for a second. "True, true! ... But this is real, it's bloody real, not a bloody drill. You know something? We have not a hope in cold Hell of living at the end of this if we stay by ourselves. I believe you said that some Atlanticans 'floated up onto the beach', to use your words. Though I doubt anything literally floated out there- "

For some reason, the Comms Officer seemed to laugh to himself.

"- they would nevertheless be of good help to us. Get them in, if they need cover. Then get me a meeting with whoever's in charge of them. If you could get the commander of Moozimoo's Cats to come as well, that would be super-excellent. Now I am going for a very strong drink, of the sort that is banned at home. You're in charge, since I don't trust anyone here more than you. But do that for me first."

The Captain went into the private room of the office cabin, shut and locked the door. His Communications Officer and temporary Special Mission Captain made his own exit, with much on his own mind that he had not told his old friend and ally. He did not dwell on it; he had work to do. The work always came first, and that was one of the problems with this job.

Communication
From: Admiral Glazzot
To: Captain Larsson of the Thracian Army and Admiral Renko, ANA
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I beleive it would be safer to hold this conference on one of ANA's subs. If that is acceptable I will wait for your response.Our latest intelligence shows that there may be as few as 1,200 militanarians left. We should easily be able to eliminate them, as Neuvo Rica, an ally of Moozimoo, will shortly be arriving (OOC: he cant get on the forums :roll: ). Also, we are hoping to send around 2000 troops using our newest technological developement, the Pelican transport (OOC: link soon). Thank you.

Communication.
To:Allies
From:Craggtopia

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The Craggtopian Helicopter Brigade has returned to the fueling depot to look after the wounded. It is guarded by the 2,500 men and the tank regiment so they should be secure enough. Of the 11Helicopters and 140 men that left We lost 2 apache helicopters, 1 chinook and 27men killed and 12more injured. As soon as the helicopters are refuelled and rearmed they shall return to the beach with however can still make it.

OOC: sounds fine to me!

IC:

Sargeant Hood looked with incredulity at his communicator as he hunkered down in the sand,
.
"But.. but.. we just got here!"

OOC: C-98 Pelican http://foxxaero.homestead.com/indrad_043.html
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IC:The troops on the front line were digging in. Tomorrow they would begin the attack to destroy the last of the Militanarians.
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Far out to sea, the cruisers lauched a missile attack. Each missile lit up the ocean, and several officers reported seeing "sea-monsters" ghosting past the vessel. Admiral Glazzot laughed when he heard the reports.
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Tank commander Kurt Toberg pressed the play button on his iPod (sorry) and sat back and relaxed to the sound of REM. His tank, a Raysian Monster, was thoughtfully named Solar Wind II . She was currently sitting in the hold of a giant "pelican" transport, behind her sat 16 similar tanks and above her there were 750 soldiers. Suddenly, the engines seemed to switch off. The aircraft shuddered and then there was a large shudder. They felt the aircraft deaccelerating, slowly and then coming to a stop.
"Let's kick some ass!" yelled Kurt, and the tank's engine fired up, as the nose cone began to open.
After the 34 tanks had moved up the beach, the troops disembarked and folowed them.
Later, soldiers began loading the dead and the injured into the Pelicans for transport back to Moozimoo.
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OOC: My total forces now are around 2,200 troops and 40 tanks.

OOC: Very nice tech, that Pelican is!

IC: Communication

From: Captain Larsson
To: Admirals Glazzot, Renko

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The ANA Navy has offered the use of one of their submarines for a meeting between the joint heads for discussion of further tactics. We would be delighted to accept this offer, and all other parties appear to be happy with it. As we have no ships remaining in Militanar waters, we will meet with ANA leaders on the ground to discuss the safest way to get aboard.

Best regards
1st and 3rd Special Divisions

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"Wake up, Captain!" the Comms Officer shouted, immediately after he sent the message. If Larsson was sleeping off last night's binge in that room, he was certainly taking his time. Captain Saville of 1st Division could take over the fight on the frontline, which was moving closer to Militanar City by the hour, while the joint heads of military operations talked about strategy underneath the sea.

IC: As one, the entire ANA taskforce Landstrike surfaced, in a coardinated defensive pattern, the massive cruisers and carriers in the middle, smaller vessels to the outside, weapons turrets as one turning to face towards the enemy, defensive systems roving their electronic eye across the sky.
Of course it didn't help they did this in the middle of the Moozimoo fleet, the Admiral it seems had a sense of humour.

Three of the strike carriers rolled back the covers on their launch decks and started a stream of Skyfire fighters pouring into the air.

Admiral Glazzot sprayed his coffee all over the window, as he attempted to get the words out of his mouth.
"what the hell is going on!?"
Cats on the deck were shaking themselves dry as they watched the ANA fighters taking off. They had to admit it was pretty damn impressive, if a little annoying.

ENCRYPTED Communication
From:Admiral Talia Peroc
To:Admiral Glazzot

Message starts:-

Sorry!

-:Message ends.

OOC:

I shall be heading to forign shores in a day, I might have a problem getting to the internet in that time, if i do, Moozimoo has command of the ANA fleet.

OOC: I think we'll just put this RP on hold till you get back as I have no idea what all those crazy dolphin buttons do - "don't touch that 007!"

OOC:ok, let's start it again - i'm bored.
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Communication
From: Admiral Glazzot
To:All Allies
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Let us regroup and make one final push for the beach. We easily outnumber the enemy now. Craggtopia, I need as many soldiers as you can give me - I don't care about your goddamned beer-depot. We would like to apologise for the indiscriminate destruction of the BLU-82s, but we felt them necessary. Thank you.

OOC: What hey! I got limited access!

IC:

Sargeant Hood had been making his way towards the Thrace-Tailteann troops heading down the beach towards him and his men, several of his men had fallen, their armour cracked open by light anti tank fire, a couple more had been badly injured after some artillery exploded nearby.

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Admiral Talia Peroc stood on the bridge of the Bellerphon, she admited to herself that the ANA taskforce was quite impressive on the surface, allthough it still made her nervous. The sound of a door hissing open behind her made her turn, one of her communication officers came in carrying a data pad, which he handed to her, she read it briefly then handed it back.

" It seems Admiral Glazzot wants this war over in time for evening Kiti Kat, ok, muster what surface armour troops we have, and get the transports ready to back the Admiral up. Wire him tight beam letting him know our troops are ready."

She turned and looked out the bridge window, a frown on her face, it had become apparent that ANA seriously lacked in land based weapon systems, and it worried her, in her mind she drafted a report to Command stating this shortfall.

Communication:
To: Allies
From Craggtopia

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Our Air brigade is ready to set off again but our troops are... er..... busy...
The General turns round to see 2500 troops all laying blurry eyed on the floor with a truck full of Militian hookers they had found and empty beer bottles are everywhere and one of the troops is turning off a small portable teivision with his rifle ....ahem, anyway, just give us the word and our choppers'll be off.

Admiral Glazzot looked over the side of the carrier to the ANA ships/subs - whatever they were, and shouted through a loud speaker.
"Hello? Is any one there? This is Admiral Glazzot wishing to atend a conference - can we get some kind of gangplank between us?"

OOC: Kiti Kat is a popular brand of chocolate bar in Moozimoo. Comes in fish and chicken flavours :wink:

John Larsson knew he had had a bad night, but he didn't think he'd still be seeing visions in the morning. Yet here was an unusual sight, as clear as day; a man shouting from an aircraft carrier into the deep ocean.

The Captain had to rub his eyes before he realised where he was. He felt rocking motions, but he presumed that it was a truck of some sort. When he looked down, he saw the life-raft on which he and two guards were floating.

"What the hell are we doing on a boat?" he blurted, still half-asleep and half-drunk. "Get me off this damned thing!"

"Meeting, sir!" explained the front guard. "You, Moozimoo and Atlantica, on board an ANA sub!"

"A sub? That explains it, I suppose... uhh..." He relieved his sea-sickness over the edge of the raft. "Well, get me on. I'm ready."

"We'll board that carrier, straight ahead." The second guard muttered, "Though in his condition, he probably thinks there's at least two ships there!"

"I heard that, you thick-skulled loser! Now sober me up. I don't want to be bleary-eyed when I'm meeting those foreigners. Gives a bad image of the country." One of the guards gave him a short injection of a new bio-product, "guaranteed to bring sobriety to even the most rum-soused admiral", according to the advertising.

"Alright, I'm good. Though I'm convinced that whatever stuff they sell in that syringe gives you a worse headache than you started with. Well, what are we waiting for?" The raft had nearly collided with the rung of a ladder on the Moozimoo carrier. "Get me up, and get me face-to-face with Admiral Glazzot!"

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And on land, Captain Sean Saville, the head of 1st Division, was gaining ground every half-hour. In less than a day, they could be in contact with the safe corridor that 2nd Division had made, away from the coast. That would bring Thrace and its allies inland, to a safer place from which to advance on Militanar City; until then, they needed to fight on, and forget the insanity of killing people they had never met for just a few more hours.

General Lloyd prank called Glazzot for the fifth time and chuckled to himself before having a go with his kitty voodoo doll; "Won't invite me to your stupid war tea party will you!" he muttered to himself.

Later that evening one of the radio operators rushed eagerly into the Generals tent. Lloyd hastily threw his Playboy in the corner and zipped himself up...
"KNOCK DAMMIT!"
The Radio operator suppressed his slaughter to inform the General of news from intelligence satellites. "A nearby CIM base has been spotted. It has few defences. It’s about two days away" The Generals face lit up. "Won't let those bloody Cats steal this victory! Get the boys ready!"

The next day the troops had all sobered up and had left towards the base, encouraged by the romantic war stories from the air brigade. Racial slurs were heard from the trucks and tanks and they were on their way.

The Neuvo rican task force commander col. abdan led the force from the beach point. He turned to his assistant and asked about the strength of his primary attack force 1500 well trained men with roughly 6 tanks, probably seven if the other one ll start working.

"and at sea?"

1 carrier 5 cruisers and about 10 destroyers and corvettes. Air strength, we've got about 20 iar Kfir fighters and some new NR - 15 Khamseen fighter jets.

Excellent, and when can we attack?

We can attack once we know what to do well need an update from an allied commander

On board the ANS Bellarphon a crew member came onto the bridge and sidled up to the Admiral and whispered in her ear.

"He what? "

The crew member shrugged and moved over to the heavy armoured blast door on the side of the bridge and cycled it, with a hiss the foot thick door thudded open, letting the salt sea air waft in, along with..

".... to atend a conference - can we get some kind of gangplank between us?"

The Admiral blinked a couple of times and stuck her head out the hatch, cupping both hands to her mouth.

"Yes OK! we will set up a hoist winch for you!"

She was momentarily distracted as several of the bridge crew started pointing to something in the water, it looked to her like a small orange.. boat.

"OK, open up the foreward sub launch bay number 2 and bring them in.."

she turns to her second in command.

"Have the Atlantica conference room set up, make sure there are refreshments as well.."

She looks at the video feed of the drunk chaps in the dingy and then back at the Cat Admiral.

"And make sure its a damn good sellection.."

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Meanwhile, the other carriers had finished launching their fighter screens, and 60 or so Skyfire fighters circled in a holding pattern, meanwhile in their launch bays the Skyspear high atitude, hyper speed bombers rested atop their rocket boosters, just waiting for a signal and targets.

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Sargeant Hood led his three platoons of power armour troops through the blasted hell that was until a short time ago, a prime holiday beach, the armours jump nozzles were getting hot enough to melt sections of sand into glass from the amount of manouvering him and his men had been doing, then up ahead one of his scouts saw something.

Crawling cautiously he crested a slight rise and saw the Thrace-Tailteann troops, smiling he started to back down into the sand valley, not wanting to startle his allies, but a passing bullet took his cigar off almost at the lips, and sent the still smoking stogie hurtling towards the Thrace-Tailteann troops.

Admiral Glazzot walked quickly down the gangplank, followed by several high-ranking officials. Suddenly his mobile communicator rang.
"Hello?..........Look, stop calling me! ..I- gah!" the admiral turned the communicator off. "Damn prank calls!"
A small dinghy pulled up to the side off the sub, and a Thracian stepped off.
"Hello there..."

"OK troops we will use this hilltop as a base.
and make sure weve got some good SAM units, i didnt like the look of those fighter jets"

*BOOM*

"RIGHT THATS IT IVE HAD IT WITH THAT F*****G TANK dump it in the sea if it is going keep randomly stalling like that".

"Right away sir, i - i' ll call a chopper"

"and another thing"

"yessir"

"make sure the mechanics inside it when it happens he looks like the shifty type"

" are we allowed to do that sir !?"

"well i dont see the general specifically telling us not to, and besides theres always a minute chance he will survive"

"UNIT TO THE HILLTOP WAIT UNTIL THE PRIMARY ATTACK FORCE ARRIVES BEFORE LEAVING"

The tanks rumbled up the beach, to the top of a dune. Commander Toberg's radio crackled: "Fire!", and he locked on to the remaining Militanarian troops, and pressed the big red button. A round hit the enemy tank square in the turret, and it exploded.
"Yeah, bitch!" shouted Toberg's engineer, Private Davies "we got 'em good!"
He opened the hatch and hoisted himself out of the tank.
"Hey Kurt!"
"What?"
"That was their last tank! We won!"
The commander appeared out of the hatch, grinning.
"Sweet! I think we've earned ourselves a cigar, and that's an order! Oh, and you better get on the radio to the command center, they'll want to know."
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102.7 FM crackled into life across Militanar:
This is the Archduke of Moozimoo. I am speaking on this radio to inform the people of Militanar that ourn forces have broken the back of your military and are advancing towards your capital. Surrender now and you will be treated well. That is all. Thank you

General Mizinauer said to his assisstant, who was frantically typing something into a computer and finishing a bottle of buxton spring water -

"send the air units forward to moozimoos nearest airbase to the front"

"right away sir"

"Only our ones, the Khamseens the Kfirs must go back to neuvo rica"

"yessir"

" we have to replace them with a new type "

* ring *

" whos that "

" an officer for moozimoo he says the beach fell "

"excellent"

"First Captain Sean Saville?"

"Speaking."

"Captain, this is 2nd Division calling. Your path to us is clear; repeat, clear. Please proceed to the agreed co-ordinates."

"The Militanarans are gone?" He paused. "And from there to Militanar City?"

"Yes. We will attack from the south-east. Please inform Captain Larsson."

"Officer, Captain Larsson's-" The link disconnected.

"It's no use, sir," said the Comms Officer. "In any case, he doesn't need to know. We'll meet up with 2nd Division before the Captain returns from his meeting. In fact, I'll tell him that right now."

"Great."

"Oh, one more thing. I picked up a transmission from an FM station to the north-east. Moozimoo are making much faster progress towards the capital than we are, and they will probably take it first."

"Jim, I don't care. Who else is going to govern the place? Us? We couldn't stop a coup on some godforsaken rock we happened to own last year. Did you read that in the newspaper? No way. That's how godforsaken it was. We'd have no chance of keeping control of this place. If Moozimoo wants it, good for them. Just get me out of here and get me a star for my shoulder."

"You might get the star, Captain. It's a long time since we've had any war generals to speak of - the media will love it."

"Indeed they may. Now send that message, Jim. Then we're moving north-east."

"Will do."

Communication
From: Neuvo Rica
To: Allies of Moozimoo

Our forces will begin advancing from our hill top fort towards the city. We will attack from the west.

OOC: I will be away for one or two weeks, so I'm putting my guys on caretaker work.

IC: Keeping the peace.

The forces of the Thracian Special Militanar Mission were all together for the first time. They numbered nearly 2,500 between them.

"So there's no way we can get to the capital?"

"Well, there's two factors against it. First - there are CIM forces in and around the city, but we don't know how many and where. With their intelligence sources, they probably know where we were planning to attack."

"And second?"

"The others are all heading towards Militanar City. And there are enough of them to take it over. Yet there's a whole country to free. If we don't start peacekeeping missions in towns and the countryside, who will?"

"Alright. That's what you think, and you might be right. I suppose it should be safer than storming into a fortified city."

"Don't be presumptive. What we do may be minor to people who think tactically, but it matters to the people. And if it matters, there'll be CIM soldiers trying to stop us."

"Very well. See you at six o'clock?"

"That should be fine."

The captains left the room, and gave their tanks and transports orders to turn east. This was a big country, but you had to start somewhere.

OOC: just letting you know I will be away for a couple of days until I get home.. nothing serious, but then I will continue.

"ok, air commander Reeves?"

"Yessir"

"this is your first mission, use your nr 16s on a bombing raid over the city"

"what about the new aircraft?"

"they wont be ready in time theyll be in in a day or two"

"ok"

The NR 16s take off and begin to circle
The general turns to an assisstant,

"Send a telegram to our allies asking for any aerial backup"

"yes sir ...."

Our fighter/bomber units are bombing the CIM capital. Any backup from your airforce would be welcome!


Well probably get the right city

"Sir, our allies sent no backup, we will have to attack with our current strength"

"which is?"

"60 NR 16 Khamseen units"

"60!, there were only 30 when i last checked air marshall"

"Sir the capital sent a newly formed air division, this time they are equipped with High explosive missiles and rockets"

"What about any SAM missiles you may be up against air marshal, have you thought about that?"

"Yes, all the NR 16s have chaff to send guided missiles off course"

"well, good luck".

General Mizinauer turns to the window of his office and sees 3 20 strong formations blasting off to the enemy capital.

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"Ok NR units 1 - 15 follow me. Units 16 - 60 bomb the industrial region.

this would have been so much easier if those new bombers arrived in time".

The radio buzzes "sir to the east!"

The Air commander pulls his 15 fighters round to engage an enemy formation.

In the Neuvo Rican capital, the war office decides to send an extra 5 infantry divisions with armoured backup to invade the southern region of militanar and annex it when all enemy forces are gone.

*a black and white film is projected onto a wall, it shows row upon row of neuvo rican naval infantry marching infront of the nations flag*

Narrator " today the glorious troops of the IJ/NR forces marched into southern militanar annexing the regions surrounding the border with Ide jima."

"the troops had lightning success but there is fierce resistance from uncoordinated enemy militia."

"repeated napalm strikes are proving to be useless, those dirty scoundrels keep jumping into ponds"

"the neuvo rican board of war is considering the possible use of H - bombs to silence the resistance"

Current deployment of neuvo rican troops stands at:

Militanar front - 2000
Southern militanar 16 000
Neuvo Rica Jungle insurgency 230 000

OOC: THIS IS AN URGENT ANNOUNCEMENT
I think that if Militanar does not respond within two days we should finish this RP. There is no point carrying on. So, Militanar, you have two days.
Rob, stop posting.

"Hey! hey! hey! Wait up!!"

Shouted Saregeant Hood as he and all his men started bounding after the people heading inland towards the capitol, the power armour jump jets sending them foreward in 15 meter leaps.

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Meanwhile onboard the Belerphon, stewards had shown the representatives into the conference room, it was large and spacious, with one armoured port across a curved wall showing a veiw out int othe ocean, on a side table a whole miriad of confectionary and drinks had been laid out for the representatives use.

OOC: We ending this RP then?

Unless My demands in spongem are met - (sean you know what im talking about) H - Bombs will fly Seriously :x :x

Then I declare this RP over. I hope y'all enjoyed yourselves.