NationStates Jolt Archive

Mesopotamia, Mercitania, 1000 hrs

‘Premier, you’re due to start your speech in five minutes.’ The PA looked up from her clipboard and looked at the blue suited man before her.
James Fredrickson, democratically elected premier of Mercitania coughed and smiled.
‘How do I look?’
‘Like a lamb being led to the slaughter.’ Said a deep voice.
‘Kristian? What are you doing here? You were banished!’ James looked confused, his hand reaching for a red button on his desk, before he reached the button he got a blow to the face. The gloved hand still clenched as a fist, the man was in all black, gold buttons adorned the coat, the man’s face was scarred on one cheek, locks of blonde hair hung down underneath the officer’s hat, a few strands lay over his blue eyes.
‘Guards! Guards!’ yelled James as his nose streamed with blood.
‘I don’t think they’ll be doing too much, well, apart from sorting you out.’ a couple of the guards in their blood red ceremonial uniforms had appeared in the room. ‘Take him away.’ Moses Kristian snarled.

The square outside of the great palace suddenly turned dark as a pair of suppressor airships (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v160/Midlonia/Mercitania/suppressor.png) glided gently over it in the sky, in the narrow streets, Desert Rat tanks (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v160/Midlonia/Mercitania/MercMBTmk1.png) and infantry men squeezed their way down the narrow pathways in the city, civilians peering bemused out of their windows as the men, still in desert combat fatigues marched their way in.
Lines of soldiers lined up into the square, Moses stepped up to the podium on the balcony, the microphone whined for a second, the men cheered, then hushed, silence fell upon the square. Only the sounds of the Airship engines ticking over broke the silence.
Then Moses spoke, as he spoke he felt a warmth surge through him.
Yes, God is with me.

‘Citizens of Mercitania!’ he bellowed, it echoed from the loudspeakers on the airships, and on the radios and television sets in every house in the country. ‘Today I bring you tidings of great joy! The shackles of this devil of democracy have been shattered! We, as a nation are free of the works of Satan! We shall return to the true way of life! The way of God.’ his voice seemed to lower and soften on the last exclamation. ‘I, his messenger to you hereby denounce James Fredrickson and call him a son of Satan! James Fredrickson was possessed by a daemon, but fear not! We have overcome his treacherous, corruptive powers. Be not overcome with evil, but overcome evil with good. I have carried out the word of the Lord, and so we shall cry to arms, we shall seek out daemons in our nation, as well as others, and thus we shalt spread the word of the lord.’

The soldiers cheered again, Moses smiled, but then a shell screamed into the square and exploded, sending soldiers and machine in several directions, in several pieces. The Naval Vessel (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v160/Midlonia/Mercitania/Mercnavyship.png) Jehovah had not been sitting idly by in port, and such she had turned her guns onto the city, to quell a usurping foe. Another shell screamed into the square, and smashed into the palace building, sending the Victorian-era marble crashing to the great white floor, Moses dived into the office.
‘Get some guns on that damn ship! And contact Cousin Mathew, We may need help to finish the work of the Lord!’
One of the soldiers nodded and ran out of the office, another shell hit and took another chunk out of the building, Moses turned and ran down to the base of the building, his men had scattered, forcing their way into the buildings around the great white square, their eyes showing fear as the shells continued to scream their way in.

At the edge of the city, on a slight rise several Artillery pieces (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v160/Midlonia/Mercitania/Mercselfproparty.png) had been called up from their holding positions, within moments Moses’ forces were replying in kind to the Vessel Jehovah, after an ferocious hour of exchanging fire, Jehovah’s magazine was hit by a lucky shot, she bucked out of the water with a massive roar, then slammed heavily into the water, she slid slowly beneath the water, before coming to rest on the shallow harbour bottom, her deck under around 6 inches of water, the smoke drifted hazily out over the cityscape.
Moses climbed back up to the podium, a considerable chunk of the balcony was now missing.
‘See the work of the Devil! These so called “protectors” who are supposed to keep you safe! Look at what they have just done, the forces of Satan tried to destroy a building that God himself is proud of, and we, his messengers, have proven to Satan and his forces that we are stronger, that we are unconquerable, and we are his chosen, Heil Victory, Heil God!’ Moses crossed himself, then clenched his fist to his heart, which his supporters and soldiers soon did also, they all cheered, the name of the Lord God and the name of his messenger, Moses Kristian.

Inquisitor observation station #17
Comm traffic was heavy, it seemed a glorius event was unfolding....
"Contact HQ. Send the code :Babylon is falling."
The men in the command room suppressed a cheer ...but everyone was delighted....babylon is falling was the code for a state renouncing its hedonistic Elvenliberal ways...

OOC:Noted till we IRC ;)

Moses made his way to the base of the great palace building, his heavy boots clicking as he made his way down yet another flight of Marble stairs. He eventually reaches the foyer and pushes open a pair of heavy oak doors, inside is the soldier he sent from earlier with a long range radio. 'Did you contact them yet?' he growls.
'Not quite sir,' replied the soldier, still turning a couple of dials. 'I think they saw your broadcast though...'

Gaining contact with Iesus command was surprisingly easy. Clearly news of what had happened had reached the highest levels of the Iesus hierarchy
Of course Matthew Iesus was also a well know family man, someone who always made sure he had time for his family....
Remarkably quickly, Matthews’s voice was on the comm. He sounded happy and more than a little excited.
"Heil Victory Cousin! In the name of risen Lord, How are you? I was hoping to hear from you soon..."

‘Heil victory, dear Matthew’ replied Moses. "A little shaken, a naval vessel decided to take a pot shot at me, otherwise I am fine, blasted captain, obviously no man of the Lord. Fear not though, he is no longer with us. I need your help, I have a sizeable force, but there are still loyalist bastards at the border with you, and the crossroads town, otherwise the nation is under my control…'

‘God be praised for you. Heaven and the fascist tide be praised! I'm glad that naval vessel missed...can’t be having my relations blown up.... To restore the rule of God, I am prepared to give you whatever you need. You're are blood of my blood...I know you can be trusted’

Moses grinned, then cleared his throat and spoke into the speaker horn again. ‘Then my dear flesh and blood, I need help if removing these satanic people, if you can get rid of the main force at the border town, Christihapanas, I shall forever be grateful to you. Do not worry about the poor unenlightened fools at Karazovka; they shall change their ways, Heil God.’

‘Excellent. Iesus forces are preparing already....oh great Babylon falls to the glory of Christian truth!’

Moses laughed. ‘I shall invite you over for Sunday Mass dear cousin, this fighting shall not take long. Praise be to the Christian faith.’

"Christihapanas shall be wiped from the face of the globe by the wrath of our angry God.....oh woe upon those who are you enemies, for they are also mine....we shall crush Christihapanas and send you three legions to ensure order within your lands. naturally cousin they shall be under command of your generals...."
"it shall be my honour to go to a land liberated, naturally only once victory is total...."

'There are no generals but me dear cousin, and thank you greatly for your help.' Moses stood and grinned.

Matthew laughed "well you are blood of my blood...naturally you have vast military genius, still.....God gave all men talent... Do not spurn the wisdom and power of God by denying the abilities of others..."

‘I shall remember that Matthew, I shall see you on Sunday, I have obvious business matters to attend to…’ Moses nodded at the soldier and turned to go.

"If not this Sunday… next..." Matthew as usual played away from giving exact times and dates of visits "but be assured, I shall visit soon....HEIL VICTORY!"

'Heil God.' Moses then left the large boardroom; the soldier left behind powered down the communications device and began to quietly pack it up. Moses stepped outside into the brilliant, warm sunlight, the square radiated light, quite literally.
A small armoured car roared up to him, he climbed aboard and ordered the driver to the outskirts, roughly a brigade [3000 or so men] awaited him.
‘Heil God!’ he yelled, the soldiers all barked it back at him and he smiled and gave them a salute. ‘There are forces of the devil at one of our holiest places, we must travel there and smite them! In the name of Heroism! God! And Victory!’

Of course, “heroism” it certainly was, a bunch of militia men versus Moses’ crack troops and airships, the “devil worshipers” were a bunch of young men with barely any training, they were given the chance to repent and they came out in their droves.

The air raid siren wailed as the Iesuian bombers reduced the suburbs of Christihapanas were set ablaze, AAA opened peppered the skies as the bombers rattled across the city

The troops on the line were slaughtered as the three legions of the Ieusian army marched across the border.

A small force that had charged on and away from Moses smashed into the fleeing loyalists, scattering them further, this was lead by Carl Javana, The desert Eagle as he would soon be known as, he remained in his personal airship above, which displayed the head of an eagle. While his ground forces mopped up the fleeing foes, he had the great tactical advantage of being able to see what was happening, on a grand scale.

What a difference a day makes, 24 little hours… the Democratic process had been removed in a single day, the land now had 3 Ieusian legions roughly spread out in a triangle that reached from the oilfields at Tel Hannah, Jel Tahoo and Christihapanas.

That was that, clean and simple, the land was under Moses’ control, and things could slowly get back to the new “normal”.

The ChristoBomber was ablaze. Two crewmembers were already dead. Four others rushed to bail out of the bomber as it fell in a flat spin toward the town of Christihapanas.
It was one of the few bombers to be lost in the assualt. Due to overwhelming air and land supremacy the Iesus forces could claim a complete victory.
Back at the air fields pilots joked and laughed about the events, for many of them it had been their first taste of actual combat. They felt pride at carrying out their orders to the letter....they had carried out pin point attacks, rather than the usual Iesus firebombings....so far reports confirmed that not one Catholic Church had been hit. Naturally other non-com targets had been hit in the excitement but atleast they hadnt bombed any houses of God!
"men men men.....Quiet..."
The Flight Commander hushed his pilots.
"it is my honour to read this telegram from our president...
To the men of the 107th.
Your courage , and skill has been proved these last few days.
You have liberated your family from the yoke of democratic tyranny....It is a honour to call you my brothers and sisters!
Continue the fight!
heil the Reich!
Heil Victory!"
Flight commander Rachel Flink gave the fascist salute at the end of the speech, the pilots cheered and started planning new missions.

On the ground fighting had been more heavy, but already columns of prisoners were making their long march back over the border into Iesus Christi.