NationStates Jolt Archive

[ooc. A few rules/ facts. 1. This whole thing has been agreed on beforehand. 2. The whole thing is sem- scripted. That is, particular events are random, but the overall results of this whole thing, as well as the basic ways it will go, are (almost) known. 3. this post has been proofread/ accepted by Hogsweat beforehand. 4. Further participants (On both sides) are allowed, but need to be cleared by me AND Hogsweat. That is, if you want to participate no matter in what way you`re allied to either me or Hogsweat, you telegram both of us (Or you check on IRC), and if we both say yes, you´re in. 5. tagging is allowed 6. Anyone doing shiny ooc arguments, hijacking or some such will be tortured by stoats. IRL.

PS: Yes, I (and Hogsweat, for that matter) know that the first day, with an unnoticed invasion fleet, is rather, errr... silly. But for story purposes, we decided to suspend both our disbelief...]

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Six months ago, EC, New Eden

Metatron looked over the map. He wasn´t satisfied with it... the world was full of useless nations, heathens, traitors, metahuman filth... It was disgusting, evil, sick.

The world needed a cleansing.

However... It was 'a bit' complicated. And while he knew that judgment day would come... he didn´t want to spark it. Not yet.

On the other hand... the Cherubim were hungry for battle, the Iraqstani campaign over for quite a while... They needed blood.

He looked out of the window, over the endless, giant gardens of his palace... On the horizon, he could see the home of god, the temple were HE rested, waiting to come forth once they fulfilled their destiny.

Wasn`t this a part of their destiny? Spreading HIS glory?

Yes. Yes, it was.

And his lips formed a faint smile, his almost feminine body straightened up, and he begun writing his orders.

The world shall see the flames that will clean it from sin.

A few weeks later, a Cherubim city

"Careful! Evade... STRIKE!"

The winged figure well down, dead, bleeding, his chest cut open, his still beating heart visible to everyone around him.

The survivor smiled, a red blade in his hands. In front of him stood his commanding officer, seemingly satisfied with him.

"Very good. Very, very good. You are certainly blessed with an incredible gift, Zeriel. Now rest... Soon, your abilities will be needed."

"Really?" Zeriel looked up at his commander, his mentor, teacher. He was slightly surprised... They hadn´t been in many conflicts.

"Yes." His mentor smiled. "Believe me... Soon, in a few months... You shall fight the sin on its very grounds."

Zeriel couldn´t help it... the idea, the thought... it was wonderful... A dream. Yes... So he would be one of them, one of the heroic cherubim who would spread the glory of THE LORD... He kissed the hands of his mentor, whispering. "Thank you... Thank you..."

Tonigt, he would pray. The entire night, to thank HIM for the gift he had given him.

So would the others who had heard about it.

All of them... they could hardly wait.

A few months later, southern EC

The two envoys were careful. The people who lived here, in the cursed cities... They weren´t exactly what one could call 'normal'. They knew the rumours, whispered amoung the 'normal' population. About drugs, orgies, black magic...

Well, it were just rumours, or so they thought... And it was understandable... This poor beings, humans, cursed by the elven witch, turned into a grotesque, ruined, perverted version of a human being... They couldn`t be normal after what had happened to them.

Finally, they were let in. With a deep bow, they greeted the leader of this community... A few million of them, the victims of the curse.

"Gloriel... Have you decided upon the request?"

"Yes." Gloriel was their leader, second only to Metatron, the strongest of them, his pointy ears hidden by long, blonde hair. "I will follow Metatron's call. Our forces shall be... His, for this crusade in the name of OUR LORD."

It was a... significant help, to say the least.

The floating fortresses would be readied, to move with the fleet... To strike down upon the enemy and the foolish sinners, refusing to accept the cleansing.

Large angels of black and white, gleaming in the morning sun, shining upon the true believers, the true seekers, those who would fight to spread the truth.

They would be ready.

In EC itself, preparations had begun. Though their naval capabilities were... 'limited', to say the least, they knew that their target was spread thin... This was their chance.

And as countless amounts of material, food, ammunitions, warmachines and so on were moved, as the Cherubim prepared for the crusade against the foolish ones, those who refused to believe in the truth of the book, in the foresight and eternal wisdom of GOD, as they trained, the weakest of them falling to their own weapons...

As Metatron prayed in the outer parts of the forbidden temple, the home of god, informing him about the future, about the great sacrifice they would gve him... Their work...

As great machines, unknown even to Metatron, he himself being their puppet, moved to prepare for the likely results of the war, as mindless, cold mechanisms prepared a larger seed of life, a perverted, twisted form of life, as all this happened, the universe shed a tear, knowing, forseeing the countless tears that would be shed... Soon. All to soon.

The first day

Hogsweat, BeiTing

It was the day she had waited for, all her life.

She hadn´t known it, for a long time, she had been naive... She had been... Alone.

It had been the reason she sinned, it had been the reason she had given herself to a man...

But they, they had found out. They knew everything. They were everything.

But they had been... Kind, to her. And as she screamed, as she cried and begged for mercy, for death, in their halls, their dark dungeons... They had shown their kindness to her. Had offered her a chance to escape eternal pains, to escape the endless nightmare that is hell...

She had accepted the offer. Of course she had. And why shouldn´t she have done it? It was... a sign from the heavens, a blessing by HIM, her LORD. And as she confessed her sins, as she gave in, as she offered the evidence of her sin to them...

They took it, and they forgave her... For she would become a true warrior of THE LORD.

Of course, it had been painful, day and night, in that cursed room... As they cleansed her, blessed her with a TRUE child... A warrior of the apocalypse... The remains of her sin laying in front of her... She had been glad, for it looked like the abomination it was. A pile of flesh, useless, bleeding... It scared her, and she was thankful that it had been removed from her.

And now, she was here... Waiting... She knew the time, she knew the place... She felt hot, she felt... strange, even nervous... But glad, glad, that she would fulfill her destiny, that she would further the ways of THE LORD, that she would spread HIS glory...

"Hey, miss, you look strange!"
"Tsu Li!"

She looked down, were one of the abominations, one of the children, born by sin, a deamon, an abomination of humanity, looked at her, curious, its... It`s mother (this word alone, 'mother', scaring her, for it included all the sins, all the abominations and nightmares she could think of, it was hard to believe, for her, that she had once walked the same path, until she was saved by the seraphim) looking at her, and at this abomination, her child, this deamon, thirsting for the blood of the innocent, apologizing, no, lying. "I`m... I`m sorry, he is just so... open minded" The mother smiled. She smiled back. "Oh, don´t worry... It´s ok, I don´t mind..."

And with a smile, she released herself.

And so she went away, in a purgatory of fire, in a celebration of beauty, in a hot, purifying light... Taking the abominations with her. Hoping that she could save them, just as she had been saved... Her last, and greatest, deed.

And at almost three dozen places in Hogsweat, it happened, the first strikes, brought right into the hearts of the enemy...

Schools, airports, hospitals, they all had become targets.

Southern Hogsweat, Four Islands

Raziel just hoped the information was correct. But then, it didn´t really matter... the space he had all for himself in this cursed plane was... ridiculously small. Add the guns and ammunition, not to mention various other kinds of equipment, and it was simply painful to sit here... For hours.

Of course, he didn´t complain, he just... prayed. Dear Lord, with your help, we shall purge the abominations of the enemy, and we shall make them suffer for their sins...

It was a choir, a hundred soldiers, in a hundred planes, praying, together... Their prayers would surely reach god, and HE would give them strength, the strength necessary to purge the disease, to create a new paradise, just like their home was a paradise... In this cursed lands they were about to conquer...

"JUMP!"

The command came... The islands under them, waiting for them...

They jumped, reaching out with their hands, safe in their believes, they knew that they would achive glory...

This was their day.

The day of blood, and destruction. The day of salvation, and beauty. A choir of both, the most sincere and the most horrible things men can think... And do.

Southern Hogsweat, relatively close to Sai-Kong

Michael stood on the bridge of the Glory, his flagship, its four quatruple 50cm turrets targeting the coast...

The fleet was with him, ready, strong. Perhaps a quarter of an hour ago, the planes, the second wave had started... Attacking various scattered parts of the Hogsweat fleet, attacking airports, and coastal defences. The first wave had attacked earlier, targeting various scattered parts of the Hogsweat fleet, clearing the way for them.

Casualities were significant, on both sides, but apparently, their sheer numbers, together with the apparantly surprised Hogsweatian military, seemed to grant them victory.

He looked down... ooked at the other ships, tankers, troop transporters, battleships, farther behind, the carriers.

And destroyers, and smaller ships... Cleaning minefields, preparing their way. Submarines were elsewhere, trying to blockade Hogsweat, to cut it off from any allied supplies.

He could be satisfied. So far, it seemed to work. God was with them.

"Cherubim! Today is a great day! We have come far... We have moved, for days, for weeks. We have prepared, we worked for this day!

Today, we shall purge the heathens! Today, we shall end the atheist disease, the eastern abominations in a nation cursed by the disease! We shall bring them enlightment, we shall bring them the glory of god, the beauty of christ!

We are here, to fight the foul mercenaries of the devil, to purge them, to clean the people of Hogsweat from the plagues raiding their lands!

You have been given mighty ships! The victims of the elvish curse are with us, following Metatron's call! You have been given the weapons to destroy all who want to stop us. You have been blessed to march forward, with strong hearts, with your minds concentrated on one, and only one, thing: TO DESTROY THOSE WHO WANT TO DESTROY US.

Today, the mighty weapons given to us shall end the plague, today, the might that is our minds shall hold this weapons, and it shall destroy the sick, the ill minded people refusing to be enlightened by us!

GOD is with us, my brothers! May he lead us in this crusade, until even the last of them is burning, until this lands are FINALLY FREE!"

Zeriel had listened in awe, he loved him... Yes, he loved Michael, as a brother... He was their greatest, with him, they couldn´t fail.

He held his weapon in both hands, waiting...

It sounded like thunder, deafening them... As Glory's mighty weapons fired...

And then, his boat was cut loose... And it begun.

He could hardly wait... Could hardly wait to kill... To please his LORD, his GOD...

Yes, this was a great day. Indeed, a very great day.

OOC// I can confirm this.

Du-Zgong pushed the gear forward one, and the staff car sped forward towards the Stavka office. It did a skid on the kerb and Du-Zgong jumped out hurriedly and rushed through the state garden, the sun shining down and reflecting off the black paint of his Davar55 staff car. He flung open the door and ran straight up the ancient curving stairs and smashed open the office door. Chairman Mao Zedong and Major General Pushyang were discussing something, and they looked rather annoyed as Du-Zgong waltzed in.
"Whats the matter Zgong?"
Du panted and spoke slowly.
"Endless sigh, Crimes, sigh, fleet destroyed, sigh"
"Explain Zgong..." Mao was rather patient for what had happened. Zgong sat down on the pine chair and explained.
"Endless Crimes, they have hit us pre-emptively. Our official state of Atheism has not pleased them at all. The fourth and fifth navy engaged their assault fleet at 0800 hours at Burliar island. The result was phenomenal. Our ships were wiped out. Burliar island is cut off and I severely doubt that the two thousand garrison there can hold.

The Te-Kong train station was packed full to the brim. Curious children tugged on their parent’s clothes, with the constant question,
“Where are we going mummy?”
Followed by the sad reply of,
“A nicer place”
However, the older children, the ones not old enough for the army or the fields, knew exactly where they were going. It happened several years ago in the Doujin incident, when it was feared they would all be bombed, especially the coastal cities, by Doujin’s navy. The one word spread terror among the unorganized ranks of the children – evacuation. Evacuation, dirty and suffocating. Evacuation, the fear that every Hogsweatian child held. The bustling station suddenly went quiet as the train chugged into the station, sending trails of smoke behind the exhaust pipe on the engine.
“ALL EVACUEES ABOARD”
As the conductor screamed, almost simultaneously mother’s hugged and kissed their children and told them they would see each other again. They’re bigger siblings would tell them what would happen.

As the confused children stepped onto the train, soldier’s stepped out. In the Te-Kong university, H-Level students put up a picture of Hogsweat and Endless Crimes and started plottting their quick victory.

ooc: posted immediately, will edit possible mistakes later on]

Hogsweat

The thunder of the guns firing echoed in their ears, a hundred, a thousand times, the explosions of the 50cm (19.685 inch) rounds echoing back from the coast, rains of missiles and smaller calibres coming over their heads...

Their fleet wasn´t completely untouched, though. More than one mine exploded, the invasion forces sinking, their bodies torn apart by the explosions, their lives ending before their mission begun... Before they could kill.

Nonetheless, the coastal fortifications were shattered, and they arrived... The resistance was heavy, but futile, they were surprised, and had lost air superiority... At least for now.

Machine gun fire drawing lines of blood and terror through the attacking Cherubim, hundreds fell, thousands came after them... Grenades were thrown, guns were fired...

It was an orgy of blood and terror. A bloodbath. Corpses were everywhere... Of both sides fighting...

But in the end, it couldn´t be stopped, one after another, the fortifications fell. One after another, the defenders fell. Some were taken prisoner.

Their fate was worse than death.

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Zeriel was among the first to reach the beach, though there were already more than enough corpses around him... He didn't care, he just stormed forward, firing... He didn't feel the pain of being hit in his left arm, he just attacked... He watched heads exploding, in front of him, enemies. He watched someone feeling, he Zeriel was faster, and he had the satisfaction of seeing this heathen die, bleeding to death on this beach, where the forces of heaven and hell fought each other.

And it went on... Planes over their heads, a reign of fire, of napalm and fuel air bombs, explosions everywhere, it was impossible to hear the screams and pleas, the prayers or the curses...

It was beautiful.

The four Islands

The sound of the crashing plane, the explosion, the fireball...

It scared him, a little, but he quickly regained his confidence. Half of his men were already dead, heavy machine gun fire...

But the ones still living were now slaughtering the enemy. Soon, the islands would be theirs...

BANG!

He sighed. That was close...

Another step, another... The few fighters that had been on the islands were destroyed, the freighters would soon be there, unloading their cargo... Making this their primary base. Once this happened...

Nothing would stop them.

Smack! The beige bag hit the grey, wet concrete, sagging over the edge of the kerb. It sagged again as another hit the top of the original. The sandbag's littered the street as the remainder of the 14th Volunteer Rifles fell back from the beach. The very small remainder.

Two soldiers in dark green uniforms with no head protection walked past the sandbag post, rifles slung with casual uniformity. The trooper, his black hair wet, cold rain running down his cheeks and the front of his face, folded the bipod back, and rested the light machine gun on the now soaking sandbags. He could see soldiers rushing forwards, their uniforms and rifles exactly the same… the same… that was this city all over. That was EVERY Hogsweatian city all over.

The soldiers took their positions at the gate.
the gate… The old wooden oak knocked. Again, and again, and again. The locks holding it in place smashed, and smoke and light followed like a puppy to its master. Gunfire raked the advanced positions up the street, bullets piercing the weak flesh of the defenders. Blood poured down from further up the street, hitting the bottom of the soldier’s sandbags, forming a neat red puddle. In rage, the despairing trooper grabbed his machine gun, and watching the troopers that had advanced get slaughtered viciously, green cloth ripping and blood spurting, he held down the trigger. The wooden, mass manufactured stock bore into his shoulder, but he cared not. Steam poured out of the weapon, and the heat conducted straight down to the badly made handle, burning the soldiers hands. He dropped the gun, and ducked right in time, as a series of bullets screamed over his head. The soldier quivered, hot urine dripping down the sides of his green pants. As he did so, the firing stopped. All was quite, and he could hear the clank of the Cherubim’s boots on the road below. They were coming for him.

There was a loud screech, and several explosions. The soldier looked up, and much further up the road were three mortars. A wave of infantry, the green uniforms melding into one another. They charged down the street. The soldier smiled, and as he peeked out of the sandbags, he could see the odd invaders firing, their weapons shredding the charging reinforcements. He watched the mortars, and in disbelievment watch the first mortar lower itself to near 45 degrees, and blast a 55MM round straight at the enemy. It flew, and buried itself in one of the soldiers chests, knocking him over. Out at the top, the retreating reinforcements clawed their way into cover, and a artillery piece was dragged out. The anti-tank gun loaded, and then a hail of enemy fire ripped apart the crew, leaving the anti tank gun useless on the top of the road. The mortars fired of another salvo, and the crew eagerly dragged their guns into cover, as a smoke screen from the remainder of the reinforcements covered them.

The soldier clawed himself upwards, and then felt a hot sting in his back. Blood poured onto his neck, and off onto his hands. He looked up, and could see a grenade take apart the machine gun and its surrounding infantry. A hail of bullets finished off the rest. Despite the desperate officers requests, no more reinforcements could be spared to pour into the position. The soldier, watched enemy forces charge up the road, gunning down the troops there, and securing the position. He felt a crack on his back, which then felt softer, and he saw the leader above him. His hand grabbed onto the soldiers shirt, and as the pathetic being scrambled, he was dragged up. In the hands of the enemy.

ooc: Fascist Elves is considered a part of Endless crimes, sovereign community, RPed at 1% population, with the equivalent pop being subtracted from EC's population. Thank you for your attention

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They moved fast, or slow, it was hard to determine.

And then, there was movement, between them, coming from them...

Moments later, the first shells hit. Though the area they attacked had been severely bombed, there was still resistance remaining. And being ~ 100 meters in the air, they were perfect targets...

Screams everywhere, flesh bleeding, burning, explosions, curses.

But they fired back, anyway, the coast in front of them literally exploding in a flash of light, blinding them...

The purge has begun.

This, the Admiral thought, smiling, satisfied, despite the significant damage he had to take during his approach... But... This was only the beginning...

It would become far worse.

For them.

And while thinking this thoughts, while dreaming of the future glory, of the great deeds he and his men would do, they crossed the coastline, slowly descending... occasionally blowing up mines.

Once this was done, men left the ships, hundreds, thousands... Long hats covering their ears, clad in black uniforms, steel capped boots stomping, crushing the green beneath them, tearing apart the burned skulls of their victims.

They were there.

EC post following as soon as possible