NationStates Jolt Archive

Mario Ciceroni sat in his deep comfortable chair. He was alone in his private quarters, right now he had a fire going and a pipe in his mouth. It was good to be rich, even better to almost rule an entire country.

No doubt about it though, it hadn't been easy. He had been shot, beaten, attacked, abused, and tortured. But now he was 105 years old, rich beyond imagination, head of a massive crime family, a personal island, a wonderful family...

Mario looked at the calander, April 23 2016. It was the eighty-five year anniversery of the Dargon Ur revolution. Ah, yes, the revolution. Throughout the years he had told his children, grandchildren, and great-grand children stories of his adventures, But he had never spoken about the war...

It had been a hard time...eighty-five years ago...

April 23 1931 Opal city, Mikatopia.

"Mario, Mario!"

Young Mario Ciceroni heard his mother call, it must be time for dinner. He began jogging back to his family's house-boat. The Ciceroni's were fishermen, always had been. They were very poor, so they were forced to squeeze all eight members of the family onto a small 5-person fishing tug.

Mario ran past the meat processing plant, one of the major businesses here in Opal. Opal was something of a ghetto. It was a small town on the western coast of Mikatopia. Most people living there were very poor, like the Ciceronis, but thier cheery demenors made up for it.

Mario had reached the docks and jumped into the family boat. His father Stefan his grandfather, grandmother, mother and three sisters were huddled around the radio.

President Strom Olsen was speaking,"...In response to the actions of Dargon Ur, it has been approved that military action be taken against this rouge province. We call all young boys to serve their motherland in the fight to preserve the Nation. We must not fail..."

Mario's mother, Elsa blanched white. She looked at Mario and started to cry. Stefan explained, Dargon Ur had officaly declared itself a sovereign state. Dargon Ur had been clamoring for many years to be a independent nation, but the government would not even let this small province go.

The Dargons were well known for fierocity, and it was a steryotype among Mikatopians that Dargons were always involved with crime.

Suddenly a man appeared on the dock. Stefan walked out to greet him. The man wore the uniform of the
Mikatopian Army. Stefan came back, Mario had just been drafted...

OOC: Ok, this is how it goes. This is strictly a WW2-style RP, no adavnced spaceship nonsense. FYI: All weapons during this time are semi-automatic or single shot.
Sorry but this thread is closed, only the following may post.

Accepted:

Mikatopia

Dargon Ur

Crimmond

Assington

Gmeistaville

Brydog

Hogsweat

James listened intently to the radio, "For too long we have been oppressed by the Mikatopians, they discriminate against us and treat us like dogs, well not anymore. I, John Lamm here by declare the independance of the Dargon Ur region from Mikatopia. I will lead this region to glory it once knew hundreds of years ago. I also here by declare war aginst the Mikatopians and their oppressive regime."
James felt like jumping for joy at hearing those words, even though he knew about the rebellion for several months now. He was an ex-Mikatopian military officer and had been working in the resistance. He also knew that he would be incharge of defending Dargon Ur's western border and the town of Kildaro, his home town. He was siting in a command tent with several other Dargon Ur officers, all of whom were jumping around with joy, but not because they were free because they would get to fight and kill those whom they hate. Dargons are well know for their love of battle and their determination has no equal. He heard planes overhead. "Probably bombers" he mused. He glanced at a picture of his wife and kids, who were sent to the capital for protection. "I wish we could just be free without a fight" but he knew better Mikatopians have Dargon blood in their veins they won't give up.

The Dargon region has only one land border to Mikatopia and that is the western border. The on the northerern border there is the Dargon Sea. To the east and south there is only ocean. The Dargons have heavily fortified Kildaro and the coastline to the north, all the other borders are covered by the great Dargon Navy and coast guard. Kildaro is in itself a fortress. It was built and a large grassy hill, on all the slopes of the hill are three trenches one above the other, with artillery on the hill just outside the city. The trenches were designed so if and enemy took the first trench the other two trenches could fire down into it. This makes Kildaro almost impossible to attack with infantry. But, because of its height and positioning, it was an easy target for enemy artillery and bombers.

James reviewed these facts over and over. He knew the Mikatopians wouldn't attack Kildaro directly, they would probably bomb us a few times and then attack. "No no no" he said in dispair, the other officers stared at him "sorry" he muttered "I can't figure out how they will attack" An officer ran into the command bunker "Dargon intelligence has found out about an attack on Dargon Ur's northern shores" "WHAT!!!???" James couldn't believe it. "they aren't even going to engage us they are just going to take the capial, with all our forces are concetrated here we wont be able to stop them, and this could also be a ploy to take forces away from the front" James put his hand on his forhead "what should I do??" "Send half of our forces to support the coastal troops" an older officer said "yes, that might work, we can easily hold kildaro with half our current troops" another officer quickly added "Fine... send half" James said slowly. "The mikatopians outnumber us 4 to 1 hopfuly superior training and the will to fight wil beat those odds" James said, the hope draining from his voice "Hopefully" the older officer added

OOC: Mikatopia said I was accepted, so here I am.

IC: A man walked the streets of a town on the border between Dargon and Mikatopia. He didn't know which side he was on and didn't much care.

His boots crunched on the pavement, his overcoat tattered and flapping around him. Strapped to the back of the coat was a katana, on his hip was a Colt .45 and across was a sawed off shotgun. Stark white hair was shoulder length, but pointed ears could be seen underneath. He stood out from the crowd and seemed like trouble, but he had caused none since arriving three days earlier.

He stepped into a bar and looked around, then cleared his throat. "My name is Reil Tian. I am a bounty hunter. I have had twenty two hunts and have brought in nineteen of those. My services are for hire to anyone worth my time." He moves to an empty table and sits.

OOC note: You can't kill Reil, no matter what. He is one of my most famous leaders and he's kinda important to my nation(which hasn't even formed at this point IC)

Mario had wondered why the basic training camp was called Hell, now he
knew. Every morning they sprinted thorugh an eight-mile obstacle course.
Then they did it again before lunch, then after lunch, and before bed.The
obstacle course was never the same. The drills were just as bad.

It is said of Mikatopias army that "We have no Special OPs team, our Army
is a special Ops team." Mario sure as hell belived it.

Then after month of being sent there, he was assingned with the rest of his
fireteam to the first battle of this "conflict", as the government
instisted on calling it. They apparently were going to invade by sea.

Dargon Ur was split from Mikatopia by a giant body of water called the Sea
of Dargon. They would assault the city of Kildaro. Then they would move
into Dargon's new "capital" city and end the war. It was supposed to be easy...

A dark man in a brown trench coat walked up to Reil.

The man was tall, built, and had a face seemingly carved out of rock. He held himself like a high ranked offical, however, and he seemed to have an air of command about him.

"Mr. Tian, you want a job? Report to this location in five hours time."

He handed the paper to Reil, smiled with tobacco-stained teeth and walked off.

OOC:Crimmond, FYI, the job is gonna be service in Mikatopias army, if you so choose, you can participate in the battle mentioned beloww.....

IC:Mario's hands shivered, it was three in the damn morning and cold. Plus the fact he was heading into a dangerous battle wasnt a perk either.
They were getting closer, the boat shook as a wave knocked into it. A man barfed over the side, making the sounds of a suffering, dying man.

Sarge stood in the front, surveying the battle. Mario cringed as dogfights between flying aces ended in firey crashes.

Mario pulled out his old ,beat-up rosary, his hands shook to the point here he could barely hold the damn thing. He began to pray and pray. But he felt no satstfaction, God wasn't gonna pull him outta this one...

Mario jumped as, to his horror, an enemy bomber blew up one of the ajoining boats.

Our Father, who art in Heaven...

Sarge began to yell as they got closer and closer....

Hallowed be Thy Name...

"Ten Seconds!"

Thy Kingdom Come...

"Four seconds!"

Thy Will be done, on Earth as it is in Heaven, give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us of our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us...

"Okay boyos, everybody out!"

And lead us not into Temptation...

Suddenly Mario jumeped into the icey cold water, rosary wrapped around his left hand...

And deliver us from Evil...

He surfaced and saw the beach, there was no way they could take it...
Bullets began to fly, one chipped his helmet...

Amen.......

Reil reported to that location and was not too suprised when he wasbeing questioned for military service. Having no nationality, he shrugs and signs up. "It'll give me a chance to blow sh*t up."

After a rather short trip through a boot camp, in which he was berated constantly for using non-regulation techniques and yelling back at his instructors, he was shipped off to some other place, then another and ended up in a boat(not the same one as Mario). Even in his uniform, he had managed to look like a merc, his katana attached to his pack and his two guns on his hip. The seargent hadn't really said anything to him, but he didn't object to the added weapons and ammo.

He ignored the scared troops around him. He was already upwards of eighty years, though the half-elf looked only twenty, and had been shot many times. As he jumped into the water, he could see the beach. This was a bad idea... a very bad idea... He begain to wade/swim to shore, the water spalshing around him with bullets.

He found an anti-ship weapon, a simple one of three I-beams welded together, and he pauses behind it, staying there for a few minutes before wading further. He felt something tug on his arm and felt a twinge of pain as salt-water sloshed on it. He looked down and saw a bullet had torn the cloth and just knicked his arm. Red badge...

Kildaro beach, the first battle of the Dargon Ur-Mikatopian Conflict... It will be forever remembered in the history of Mikatopia as the equivelent of Hell on Earth...

-J. Sekling,Mikatopia, a History

Mario made his way up the beach, barely feeling his own legs moving.

It almost seemed he was running on automatic, firing at ememies and dodging bullets. He was completley focused, he couldn't be distracted by anything or he would start to cry and wet himself. No, focus on the mission, not on that guy getting ripped apart by machine gun fire, not men with thier intesines falling out, brains getting blown all over the place...

Too many men would die this day, Mario didn't want to be one of them...

Suddenly he heard his name being called. He looked over to see Sarge screaming out "Ciceroni get your ass over here!" Of course, he was lip reading, the bombs and bullets being fired off and the screams drowned out his voice.

Sarge was hiding behind a dirt wall, over the top was some barbed wire. The rest of the platoon was there already. As Mario got there, Sarge began to yell out orders.

"Ok boys, we gonna lose this battle if we don't kill those bunkers. Ciceroni! Patterson! I need you to cover us while we set these explosives, got it?"

Patterson nodded along with Mario, and the two went to the sides of the platoon and began to fire.

Mario had trained as a sniper in boot camp and had done extremley well. Now he focused on his target. A strange feeling always came over him whenever he was sniping, almost a relaxed, enlightened feeling. Sharpshooting was his drug, and he was highly addicted. He didnt even notice as Patterson died, the only thing on his mind was the bullets he was sending into his enemies.

Suddenly he felt someone shake his shoulder and he looked to see Sarge pointing at the gaping hole in the fence.

"Okay boys, lets go!"

Suddenly twelve bullets hit that large mouth dead on and shut up Sarge forever. Mario looked where the bullets had come from and fired back accordingly.

The platoon kept going, they knew what they needed to do, even without Sarge. Mario followed them as they entered the other side of the fence.....

President Strom Olsen, thirteenth president of the Nation of Mikatopia was tired.

President Olsen was a man of sixty-seven years, brown hair that grayed quite elegantly, and eyes that were as dark as pure midnight. His eyes was what bothered most people, it seemed like he lacked a soul.

He ran his hand through his hair as he looked at his drink. It was a bottle of whiskey, thank God for it.

This Dargon situation was going out of control. He had to use his supreme powers constanly these days. The Nation of Mikatopia was what its government defined itself as a "restrictive democracy", basically, it was a dictatorship.

As of late, Olsen had to work constantly to oversee propaganda, silence anti-government protesters, and make sure they had enough supplies and men for the war.

Olsen looked at the newest propaganda film on the televison, as President, he was one of the elite to have them.

The propaganda film showed Dargon soldiers killing Mikatopian citizens trying to flee. The flim was utterly fake though, but no one had to know.

Strom took another shot of whiskey, thank God for alchohol....

Bill Turner sat within the crowded confines of a cargo plane heading for Mikatopia. The government of Assington had pledged aid in the form of pilots, aircraft and supplies to the Mikatopian government for the war effort. Being an officer in the AAF, Bill was obviously one of the first to be sent over there.

Competent in over 10 forms of close combat, a decent marksmen and a generally fit guy, Bill was a prized officer. Although he had a wide range of abilities, his talent lay in flying and organising. He would be high up in the scale when it came to commanding the pilots from Assington.

The plane was completely silent as men thought of their loved ones and what will meet them when they arrive at Mikatopia. They will be deployed at the closest Mikatopian airport to the enemy capital, then they will launch fighters to aid the army.

One hour till arrival.

Reil crawled his way up the beach, stoopping along the way to take some ammo off a couple dead soldiers. They didn't need it anymore. Around him he heard the sounds of death, be they from guns, from screams, from explosions or from the airplanes above, he heared and saw, but wasn't paniced. He was a professional killer.

As he entered the dunes, he tossed a gernade over and then ran up and over the top, noting a soldier that was in the boat with him was following. There seemed to be a dune or two between machineguns and them, so he took aim at the closest and opened up on it. The sandbags around it exploded as he hit them, but his aim was off. I hate rifles. the half elf thought to himself. He prefered close combat, like the fighting he saw in the Great War. A sawed-off like his blew apart the intestines of many a man. The soldier beside him had more luck. That machine gun went silent. Whether they were reloading or had been killed was impossible to tell.

They went forward anyway, shooting at anything shooting their way, finding another two soldiers, laying flat in a crater. The area nearby exploded and the soldier with Reil collapsed. Seeing that the trail of bullet hits were coming close, he collapsed too. The trail swept past him without hitting his body, so he guessed he fooled the machinegunner. He stayed that way for almost ten minutes before starting to crawl forward into the crater with the others. "I can't believe I volunteered for this!" he yelled, one of the other men laughed.

" I remember...bullets all over the place, screaming, death... I can still see my fellow Mikatopians die on the beaches of Kildaro...Kildaro wasn't a battle, it was a slaughter...."

-2nd Lieutenant Thomas Whitman on the subject of Kildaro Beach; MHC (Mikatopian History Channel) special: Dargon Ur, 50 Years Later

Mario ran.

They had passed the fence and were now moving to enter the closest bunker. The remnants of the twenty-man platoon, numbering now at eight, hid behind a wall of dirt kicked up by the explosion.

"Ciceroni!" Mario looked to see Wilson calling him.

"We need you and Young to cover us as we enter the bunker, got it?"

Mario nodded and got into position.

"Ready? ....GO! GO! GO!"

Mario and Young began unleashing bullets at the enemy without mercy. It looked like the boys would make it....

Suddenly the six soldiers exploded, thier body parts going every which way.

"Sh*t, goddamn landmines." Young mumbled.

Mario knew now that they were screwed, he could wait for reinforcements, but he and Young would probably be dead, most of the guys were still trying to get up the beach, and from the sounds of screaming, they werent doing a good job.

"Screw it.."Mario mumbled and stood up. He pulled out a gernade, pulled the pin, and threw it in the direction of the mine field.

BANG!!!

Suddenly the ground exploded in mulitple places, it sounded like the gates of Hell breaking open in a firey rage of Hate.

Mario yelled to Young "WE ARE GONNA DIE, SO WE MIGHT AS WELL TAKE A FEW OF THESE F*CKERS WITH US!!!"

Young grinned, the two young men ran for the bunkers, guns blazing.

Suddenly Young let out a scream as 100 bullets entered into his body.

Mario kept running...

The small naval contingent steam through the water, headed by a glamorous new destroyer, the English Illustrious. Somewhat startled by the recent developments in Mikatopia, the English government had decided that military intervention into the rogue state of Dargon Ur was necessary.

The fleet, consisting of a single destroyer, two battleships, four frigates and several transport ships, had departed just one day earlier when news of the new uprising first reached the Prime Minister. In a controversial and hotly debated decision, Her Royal Majesty's government had ordered that an entire division of men be sent to the area to assist the Mikatopian government.

The commander of the fleet, Vice Admiral Charles Blanch, sat in the bridge of the destroyer, looking over various maps of the Dargon Ur region and reports of Dargon manpower. "Simon, we need those Mikatopians to open a port for us. Can we contact them right away?" he asked his Captain.

"Yes sir, we can, I shall have it done immediately," the up-and-coming officer replied courteously, immediately leaving the room and delivering the message to the communications department aboard the ship.

TELEGRAM FROM HMS ILLUSTRIOUS
[/i]We request the use of a secure Mikatopian naval port to dock our fleet. This is the Illustrious Battle Group, we have been ordered by Her Royal Majesty's government to assist the Mikatopian government in any way possible in quelling the rogue state of Dargon Ur. We are sworn to aid you in any way we can.

Vice Admiral Charles G. Blanch, Illustrious Battle Group Commander[/i]

Bill sat back in his seat as his plane raced down the runway. The fighter finally launched off the ground and shot into the air, rising quickly as Bill began checking his bearings.

Within mere minutes of arrival at a Mikatopian airbase, Bill had been shoved into a plane and given instructions and a map. He was to aid the infantry forces at Kildaro beach. He was told it would take roughly 30 minutes of flying to reach the battlefield where he would have 20 minutes of battle time before he would have to make the return trip.

Bill prepared himself for the coming battle, reminding himself of what his aircraft could do and what his main targets were. Moslty structures like towers and bunkers and any heavily armoured vehicles he could find. Of course this was assuming there was no enemy aircraft to deal with in the first place.

Ten minutes till arrival.

OOC: I'm going to break RP protocal with this post. You don't like it, say so and I'll post another version.

IC: "Who's in charge here?" he yelled at the two with him in the crater. The two, both privates, shrugged. "Allright. I guess I'll be then. You, run to the next crater, you run to that mound of sand. I'm running straight foreward. At least one of us will get through!"

The nodded. A shell exploded fifty feet away, inbetween them and the machineguns. It hit a minefeild and set of a spectacular series of explosions, sending send flying. Reli got up and ran, there was never a better chance.

Driving through the minefield, bullets ringing out to each side of him, he couldn't tell if those soldiers had made it, but he noticed it was several seconds before machinegun bullets hit near him. He dove directly under a bunker, one with large openings to give good field of fire for the guns inside. He pulled a gernade out and threw it up. If that doesn't go in... It did though. The two machine guns went silent. , but there was still yelling inside as he came around the side, right into the face of the enemy. He recoiled and pulled his sawed off out. They raised their guns, he fired from the hip. Blew the guts of the nearest onto the next, while he recoiled, his were blown out. The third, must have been raw, just stared as Reil pulled his handgun out and shot him in the face.

He went back down into a trench in the dune caused by runoff. He reloaded his shotgun and took one all red shell out. Dragon's Breath... (http://community.webshots.com/photo/12375804/13495519GvpvRHuLKF) He put it back. They didn't deserve that. Yet...

OCC: sorry I haven’t posted in a while, I've been busy

AN HOUR AFTER THE MIKATOPIAN ASSULT ON THE NORTHER SHORES HAD BEGUN

IC: James stood before Emp. John Lamm first emperor of Dargon Ur. "I am sad to say the odds are growing against us" The Emp. stated solemnly. "Assington is sending forces to Mikatopia, Mikatopia is attacking our northern shore and a unidentified fleet is approching by sea." "Our chances of independace are close to non-existant" he also added "NO," James said hotly "Not yet they have not seen our full power. Divide the fleet up, send half to intercept the unidentified fleet and destroy them if need be. Send the rest to the beaches to stop the mikatopians from landing more troops. I want our air force to back up the troops defending the shores and to launch bombing runs on all manufacturing plants in Mikatopia. Send all the reserves to the beach and Kildaro as reinforcements." James stated almost without thinking. While he was saying this officers rushed about to comply with his orders. The emperor couldn't believe his ears "I want you to command the whole army from now on" "No" James replied bluntly "I mean no disrespect I just think if you had listened to your advisors this could have been prevented" "I will go to the beaches and take command there" I will return to Kildaro when I'm finished there"

When James finally arrived at the northern shores three of the lower bunkers had fallen and troops were falling back to the Bunkers on the cliffs. James entered a command bunker and ordered a retreat to the higher bunkers. Gun fire and screams alerted him that enemies had entered into the command bunker. "They will regret ever attacking Dargon Ur" James moved calmly into the other room, drew his modified P36s he fired three shots and three mikatopian solders fell lifeless. He yelled back into the other room "I'm going to the front lines, that should boost our moral a great deal" He exited the bunker and walked slowly to the side of one of the roads going down the cliff. Dargon solders had set up a poor barricade. "Hello men" James said in a friendly way. "I thought you were Dargons, you shouldn't be losing" his tone became a bit harsher. "Well they out number us" a solder muttered "I think it’s about time we showed the Mikatopians why dargons are feared in battle" "Here they come!!" A solder yelled at a large group of mikatopians ran up the hill. James P36's fired a fully of bullets each one finding their target "hey are we going to be shown up by some officer lets show them what were made of" a officer yelled

OCC: sorry I haven’t posted in a while, I've been busy

AN HOUR AFTER THE MIKATOPIAN ASSULT ON THE NORTHER SHORES HAD BEGUN

IC: James stood before Emp. John Lamm first emperor of Dargon Ur. "I am sad to say the odds are growing against us" The Emp. stated solemnly. "Assington is sending forces to Mikatopia, Mikatopia is attacking our northern shore and a unidentified fleet is approching by sea." "Our chances of independace are close to non-existant" he also added "NO," James said hotly "Not yet they have not seen our full power. Divide the fleet up, send half to intercept the unidentified fleet and destroy them if need be. Send the rest to the beaches to stop the mikatopians from landing more troops. I want our air force to back up the troops defending the shores and to launch bombing runs on all manufacturing plants in Mikatopia. Send all the reserves to the beach and Kildaro as reinforcements." James stated almost without thinking. While he was saying this officers rushed about to comply with his orders. The emperor couldn't believe his ears "I want you to command the whole army from now on" "No" James replied bluntly "I mean no disrespect I just think if you had listened to your advisors this could have been prevented" "I will go to the beaches and take command there" I will return to Kildaro when I'm finished there"

When James finally arrived at the northern shores three of the lower bunkers had fallen and troops were falling back to the Bunkers on the cliffs. James entered a command bunker and ordered a retreat to the higher bunkers. Gun fire and screams alerted him that enemies had entered into the command bunker. "They will regret ever attacking Dargon Ur" James moved calmly into the other room, drew his modified P36s he fired three shots and three mikatopian solders fell lifeless. He yelled back into the other room "I'm going to the front lines, that should boost our moral a great deal" He exited the bunker and walked slowly to the side of one of the roads going down the cliff. Dargon solders had set up a poor barricade. "Hello men" James said in a friendly way. "I thought you were Dargons, you shouldn't be losing" his tone became a bit harsher. "Well they out number us" a solder muttered "I think it’s about time we showed the Mikatopians why dargons are feared in battle" "Here they come!!" A solder yelled at a large group of mikatopians ran up the hill. James P36's fired a fully of bullets each one finding their target "hey are we going to be shown up by some officer lets show them what were made of" a officer yelled

Strom Olsen approved all military assistance and accepted the other nations soldiers with open arms. He should have been overjoyed at so much help...

He was still terrified.

His aide had asked him why, Strom sighed and asked:
"Daniel, why are we fighting the Dargons?"

"Because if they get free then others will follow sir."

"Indeed, but have you ever heard of Project Progedy?"

The aid shook his little head, he was a thin, mousy, man, very weak-willed and spirited, Strom doubted the little man could make a free desicion.

"At the very beginning of my term, about thirty years ago, we approved the project. It was a dark time, we had just barely come out of a Depression for God's sake. We needed leaders, military, political, social, religous...et cetra. The brightest of these students came from Dargon Ur."

Strom waited for that to sink in. Daniel, after much thought spoke again, "But everyone knows Dargons are stupid, violent..."

"Daniel, I am President of Mikatopia, if I want people to think the Dargons are idiots, then they are. We made up all the data, we actually pushed them harder then the others. Only myself and five men knew of this project. We cant lose this region, John Lamm is much to charismatic and intelligent to let us stop him, he knows how to play a crowd. The only way to end this war is to kill John Lamm..."

James sat with his back to the barricade, he was tired. "Oh no, I hear planes!!" a young solders yelled. James looked at the sky, got up and started to walk into the nerest bunker. "men lets take cover" he said wearily. They had been bombed several times already, our fighters managed to shoot down a bunch of them in each time but they kept coming. "Wait, those planes, their bombing the beaches!!??" a officer said confused then it hit him "Those are our bombers there wasting the enemy!!" he said with excitement. James smiled "'bout time" he walked back to the barricade and looked down at the Mikatopians as they ran for cover. The beach was coverd in bodies and some of those bodies were stacked up by the Mikatopians to form a wall aginst snipers and machine gun fire. "Good" he said with satisfaction. The enemy was trapped, the navy was arrayed in the Dargon Sea stopping any reinforcements from coming and the clifts proved to be too well fortified for the Mikatopians to take. Now with the bombers coming they had no were to go, unless. James thoughts were interupted by the explosions of the bombs ripping the beaches apart "If this keeps up there will be no beach left" a solder stated James resumed his thoughts, seen one explosion you've seen them all. The surviving Mikatopins had one chance to escape, they could march down the beach back to Mikatopia. This would cost only more lives because the beach was wide open. This gave James an idea. He walked into the command bunker where there was lots of celebrations. "Contact Pres. Strom Olsen, then him that if he wishes to save his ground troops lives he will cease hostilities aginst Dargon Ur. We will then alow thim to transport his remaing troops back to Mikatopia." "But, sir they will obviosly betray us and just attack again." an officer stated "Maybe they will, but this loss will hurt their moral and pride, it will take a sh*tload of propaganda to get the troops to fight again. The officer nodded and sent the telagram. Meanwhile Dargon machine gun and sniper fire had ceased on the orders of Commander James Hill.

"President Olsen!"

Strom looked up as his secretary handed him the phone.

"Hello?"

"President Olsen, they are coming at us, we are getting pinned down, we gotta get outta here!"

Olsen sat there for a minute, phone in hand, just sitting. This wasn't supposed to happen. Goddammit, he couldn't lose.

"Keep on fighting," he heard his voice say.

"Sir?"

"If we give up now, we will never get this far again."

"Sir! Our men are getting slaughtered!"

"You heard what I said, we will win this battle."

Strom hoped to whatever God there was he was right....

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Mario's muscles screamed almost as loud as the dying men around him.

But he heard neither the screams nor the chaos, only one thing mattered.

Getting to the bunker.

Seeing the door to the bunker he kicked down the door and began firing wildly into the bunker. The five guards relaxing were instantly dead. Lucky for Mario, the noise outside prevented anyone form hearing him. Moving in he began to snipe out soliders as he went, until he reached the radio room.

The man was speaking rapid Dargonese, it was basically English, with some French and other words.

Mario loaded his Colt pistol quietly and blew the back of radio man's head away.

"HEY!"

Mario looked to see a man coming out of a bathroom and swore as he fired again, killing him instantly. He had to learn to be more aware.

Suddenly he had an idea. He ran to the radio and began to speak, "Hello?"

"This is Commander James Hill , who is this?"

"Mario Ciceroni, Mikatopian Royal Guard, Second Class."

Sure it was a strech, but Hill would respect a Royal Guard.

"What the hell do you want?"

"This is the scoop, right now your wife and children have been discovered Mr. Hill."

"What?"

"Commander Hill, at this moment your children have been watched by members of my organization for quite some time, we know where they are, even if you don't."

Silence, then "Bullshit."

"Do you want to take that chance?"

"What if I do?"

"Then they will die, you may prevent this if you leave this beach."

"Why should WE leave, you are the ones losing."

"And why shouldn't WE just kill your children.."

Silence. Mario stepped back from the radio and pulled out his dirty, chipped, wet rosary and prayed it would work.

James stepped back from the radio with a look on his face like he had just seen the devil himself. "Are you alright sir" and officer asked, a hint of fear in his voice. "That was an officer claiming to be a Mikatopian Royal Guard he said he will kill my family if we dont leave the beaches immeadiaty. An older officer that had been with James at Kildaro spoke up "You fool" James looked at him "Lt. Jaster I hope you have a good reason for that comment" James tried to say with authority "Look at you oh, no some random solder just told me that he was an officer of the Mikatopian Royal Guard and said he will kill my family" Jaster Mocked him. the other officers in the command bunker were staring at James. "Look there are two things wrong with what that man said, ONE I highly doubt a officer of the Mikatopian Guard is down on the beaches, they are all defending the capital of Mikatopia and a few other major cities, TWO Its a well know fact that they have little of no spec. forces units so its almost impossible that they would have infiltrated the capital and be standing ready to kill your family. If that doesn't make you feel safe we can trace the bunker they were radioing us from and you can go there personally and destroy this imposter." Thank you for clearing my head" james said relived His confidanece came back almost instantly "locate the bunker he radioed us from and prepare a strike team to accompany me on this mission" James said sternly "Jaster your incharge, I trust you" he added "Yes sir" Jaster replied well use the secret passage to sneak into the bunker

FYI: each lower bunker is conected by a oneway door and tunnel to an upper bunker

After we dispatch the enemy I will fire a flare up and sniper and machine gun fire will resume and cover our retreat back up the cliffs. We leave in 1 hour.

Mario waited for a response.

Suddenly two Mikatopian soldiers, thier blue uniforms drenched in sweat and blood and dirt came up beside him.

"Jesus... Are you ok man?"

Mario nodded and was about to tell him his story until a bullet ripped the man's skull and his brains exploded all over Mario's uniform.

He looked to see as a man in a black trench coat with a pistol in each hand came down into the bunker and killed the other solider.

Mario wasn't expecting to live long so he pulled out his Thompson machine-gun rifle.

"Ahh, so you're the smart ass."The man said.

"What about it?" Mario said calmly, looking straight into the mans eyes.

The man looked straight back, unfazed. "No one threatens to kill my kids."

"Well with all respect , if they look like you, I'd have to kill 'em."

The man chuckled and aimed his pistols at Mario's face. "Are you afraid to die?"

Mario looked at him honestaly and said "No."

No, he wasn't afraid, in fact, he was more curious than afraid now. Death had to be better than war.

Hill nodded and motioned to the troops that suddenly appeared.

"Take him."

Reil had found the entrance to a bunk and picked his way through the dead bodies inside. Apparently some one had come through here already.

He slid into an empty room as he heard a gun go off further down and saw enemy soldiers move into another room. He loaded a full clip into his pistol, hooked his rifle over his shoulder, out of the way and pulled out his sawed-off 12 gauge.

He waited in the shadows untill he heard whoever was in charge speak. "Take him."

At that, Reil spun around the corner. "No, take this!" He fired the shotgun into the backs of the soldiers, killing at least two and blew the face of another with his Colt. He fired the shotgun again, dropped the now empty weapon and dove back out the door, noting his uniform had soome fresh holes. He held the handgun up, ready to kill anyone coming out the door.

Bill cursed as he came across the carnage the enemy bombers were delivering upon the Mikatopian infantry. Racing into the battle, Bill pulled his plane up just behind one of the massive bombers.

Smiling to himself the pilot unleashed a wave of bullets into the left engine of the plane. Within seconds smoke and fire erpupted out of the wing as the plane began to lose altitude. That one was easy, the others would be far more difficult.

"Men, this is Bill. Let's give these bomber's hell, but watch out for enemy fighters."

OOC:WHEW! Thanks for saving my ass guys lol
I will be Rping Dargon a bit this weekend, since it is difficult for him to post (some computer problem)

IC: Mario knew an oppurtunity when he saw one and bolted out to the back of the bunker. He soon saw the solider he assumed saved him.

"Thank God, lets get the hell outta here!"

"And now the President of the Nation Of Mikatopia, Strom Olsen, speaking from his home at the Mikatopian Palace in Central City."

"My fellow Mikatopians, you may have heard of the shortcomings of Kildaro beach. Contrary to common belief, this is not the result of poor military planning and unprepared troops; I assure you all that we have the greatest military minds of Mikatopia behind this conflict and the finest troops in the world.

No my friends, our setback is because we have been sabotaged. Indeed, while it seems hard to believe, our own brothers and sisters have sold our lives in return for money. According to the Royal Guard, it has been detected that a group of Dargon-Mikatopian citizens have been feeding information to the enemy. As of this moment, all families and individuals of Dargon heritage should report to the Internment Camps being set up outside every city in Mikatopia. Refusal to do so will be regarded as treason, which is punishable by painful death.

My friends, when our ancestors conqured Dargon Ur over 100 years ago, we accepted them into our culture, we gave them every oppurtuinity every Mikatopian has: we allowed them to go to our schools, eat our food, live in our homes, drive on our roads, play with our children and how do they repay us? They rebel and kill our sons. This is no longer tolerable. They are a pox to our society. For these 100 years they have been forming thier own way of life, and we allowed them to, because they were our kin. But now the only way to bring thme back is to destroy this way of life, it promotes Dargon sepratism. So I have declared that this point on, Dargonese will be an illiegal language, Dargon songs will not be allowed to be sung, and all Dargon literature will be removed from all libraries, archives and bookshelves.

To all Mikatopian troops, pray for your brothers fighing on Kildaro beach tonight, they still have a chance. Sons of Mikatopia, you are marching to the beat of your Motherland's heart. The whole of Mikatopia appreciates your sacrafice of time, energy and lives. To die for Mikatopia is the greatest honor you will recieve. Your enemy is quick, smart, and heavily trained in battle, they know all that you know, but you will prevail, because the Love of God and the Hope of the People lie with you. We will accept nothing less then total and utter victory.

People of Assington and Gmeistaville, I salute you as well. You are now considered family to us. Your assistance in has saved the life of many a soldier, and we hope that one day, this debt will be repaid.

And now we go on to war, yet in my heart I know the tyranny and trickery of John Lamm over the people of Dargon Ur will end. John Lamm, let it be known, we are coming, and you cannot stop us."

With that, the radio's of Mikatopia fell silent, playing the countries national anthem O, Blue and Red. The reinforcements preparing to be dropped off on Kildaro sang along quitely...

Reil grabbed his shotgun and reloaded the weapon, nodding to Mario. "No problem. Any of your sqaud left? Mine got torn to shreds or is spread out." He asks, his foriegn accent rather noticable as he pats down one of the soldiers laying dead around them and finds a few packs of cigarettes. "He don't need these anymore..."

Ill take part, ju7st tell me what the situation is and whats going on.

Ill take part, ju7st tell me what the situation is and whats going on.
me too

If you want to join in, TG Dargon Ur or my self. The first five to respond are in...

Please read before just posting.

OOC: Its ok guys, you two are in. But next time, please read the directions. While you're at it, read the rules for this RP right now, i shouldn't of had to explain the situation, in my opinion, its pretty obvious whats going on here.

IC: Mario nodded to his rescuer.

"Private Mario Ciceroni. No, I'm the only lucky bastard left."

Noticing Reil's accent, he inquired; "You're not Mikatopian are you?"
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President Olsen sat in his rather comfortable chair, looking at his assembled Cabinet. The men and woman sitting at the table with him were all convinced that they were important to Mikatopian society. Bah, let them believe that. He was the only power in Mikatopia. He laughed to himself everytime Congress made a command. Really, it was only a request, but he and his predecessors allowed them to think they had a smidge of power.

"Ok, stautus report."

Lisa Malone, his Secretary of Propaganda and part-time lover, grinned at him. She wore a dress that revealed quite a bit of her model-like body. Being the youngest in the room, at 41, she was still as desirable and cunning as ever.

"Sir, all is going great. The papers are denouncing the Dargon's with every sentence. Radio shows, children's comic books, cinema commericals, we are telling them what they want to hear. Plus, I have taken the liberty of coming up with a new icon for our war. Something kids will love." She unraveled a poster of a tall, muscualr man wearing a blood-red Mikatopian military uniform.

"Gentlemen, meet Buck Patterson. We will be introducing an entire line of his products shortly. Comic books, novels, toys, movies, radio and televison series, the whole shebang."

She gave a small bow, showing off a bit of cleavage...

Olsen grinned at her and she winked back. It was good to be the leader...

Reil nods. "I can't believe I signed up for this... you'd think after a few decades I'd learn..." He pauses. "Private Reil Tian and no, I'm not. I'm from one of the Elvish nations." At this time in history, an elf would probably be a very rare thing, especially one as adept at killing as Reil seemed to be. He holsters the pistol and shotgun, unlimbering his rifle. He still showed no emotions. Something that would last throuout his life, as he moved onto fighters and then smuggling througout the Sol System then finally to politics.

OOC: Waiting for Dargon Ur to send some airforce at me...

OOC I really cant make posts very often I only can post from the computer at my school so starting in the summer I wont be able to post very much. And i dont have much time at school so i can barely keep up now we might have to change the location of this war so i wont have to make very many posts This is supposed to be a world war anyway, so maybe someone could make up some random nation and have the war go there sorry

James felt a sharp pain in his shoulder just after he heard the shotgun fired. He turned quickly to fire at his assaliant but an Dargon solder jumped in front of him to block another shotgun blast, he took it in the face. Lt. Harris grabed james quickly and led him out of the bunker and fired several rounds into mikatopian troops laying around the bunker "run up the hill, Now" the grabed a flair pistol and fired it in the air. Machine guns and snipers opened fired on the mikatopian troops. James and Lt. Harris along with 2 other solders ran quickly up the hill. The mikatopians were in too much shock to respond effectively, most ran to find cover. James look into the sky to notice several bombers were getting shot down "damn it" he ran into the command bunker "get those fighters up there" Jamed yelled "i allready sent word" replied Jaster "this battle is turning to the worst, why can't they just let us be free!!" rage boiled over in james "give me a sniper rifle. He fired an entire round from the command bunker hitting and mikatopian solder foolish enough to come out of hiding "feel better?' jaster asked "No" get me the Emp. He grabed the radio "my lord we need allies get someone anyone" we might just win the battle here but, the mikatopians will attack again and we won't win and they will slaughter us just because we was to be free" he turned the radio off before he recieved a respose "basterd" "he wont listen he still thinks we can win alone"

Bill cursed as he noticed several fighters in the distance. He knew from radio contact they weren't his, so they must be enemies. Hitting his transmit button, Bill addressed his men.

"Alright men, we have enemy fighters incoming. Aim true and blast these bastards out of the sky. You know what to do."

Bill pulled the stick back, ascending above most other planes. He hoped to catch the enemy from above, raining down hell upon the unsuspecting pilots.

Mario flashed what would later be known as the classic Ciceroni grin at Reil. He noticed the man's pointy ears the moment Reil revealed his heritige. An elf? There were no elves in Mikatopia, Mario was amazed to learn they truly existed.

A bomb went off overhead, bringing Mario back to reality. He motioned to Reil and ran to the door of the bunker.

OOC: Ok, heres the deal, since this battle is coming to a close, I am gonna skip ahead one year. This will happen after the battle is over. Gmestisvile, Hogsweat, Brydog, if you are gonna be a part of this thread, you gotta post, you arent any use to us if you arent

Reil just arched a brow, following. Humans are a strange bunch. he thinks, amused. The ivory haired man takes a couple pot shots at an enemy running towards a bunker, but misses. He shrugs and watches as some other soldier picks him off. He looks up and sees the bombers and fighters. "Aw, sh*t...." he says. "I still can't believe I volunteered for this crap!"

Bill plunged into the mass of planes, unleashing his machine guns upon the unsuspecting enemy crafts. Cutting through the wings of several planes before the enemy noticed, Bill grinned at how easy this would be. He had expected smarter flyers.

With two allied planes on either side, Bill began picking off anything he could. Although he may be the better strategist, he had learned never to underestimate his enemy. The lesson was reinforced as the plane to Bill's right exploded in a mass of flame and metal.

"Sh!t. Take that one down. Fan out and flank the bastard!"

Mario looked up in amazement as planes roared overhead. Everything suddenly became much slower, he could almost see every indivdual bullet.

Man, winning was great.

Looking out to the sea, he saw the naval battles ensuing, cannons thundering and the fast-pased tattoo of machine guns. He looked above his head to see at least a ninety men in Mikatopian uniforms floating slowly down to the grown in thier white, mushroom-like parachutes. Suddenly a bullet chipped his helmet and brought him back to reality.

Oh, right, the battle...

He turned to see Dargon forces firing as if they knew they would lose, but they didnt care. They understood that they were all doomed, but rather than retreat and abandon their cause, they would die for the freedom they desired for thier people.

Mario found it all very touching, but at the moment, he really didn't give a damn about Dargon heroics; he was a little too focused on the fact that they were shooting at him.

Not waiting for Reil, he began to move beyond the bunkers. Already, he was the first to get behind enemy lines. He hoped he wouldn't be the first Mikatopian to die there though.

He picked up a M-40 machine gun and began to fire at the enemy. The bullets flew pass him , singing their song of death. Dodge, duck, fire, that was all that went through his head. It was sorta like the drills in boot camp, except for the fact that faliure was much worse than 500 pushups.

Still, he kept on running...

OOC: Sorry for the wait, been real busy.

IC: Bill watched in awe as the enemy plain exploded nearby, sending lethal shrapnel speeding towards him. He was too close to the explosion to avoid the aftermarth, all Bill could do was attempt to get out of the way and hope for the best.

Reacting immediately, Bill's aircraft plunged straight down, toward the land where there seemed to be a large portion of men firing toward the water. Bill wasn't concerned about who they were, as long as he didn't crash into or get ripped up by shrapnel.

The plane continued to plunge towards the land. With a mighty yank, the stick was yanked back, but the plane barely lifted its nose. Bill cursed, he would have to crash land on the beach.