NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: This is taking place after the end of The Wolf and The Skunk (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=415163). Basically, Allanea has been defeated in war an signed a Versailles-type treaty. This is all about the political aftershocks and such. Please contact me before participating in the RP.

IC: The sun rose over Port-Allanea, upon it's streets, where fifteen thousand men, women, and children lay dead, upon its harbour, where three warships burned, and upon the hall of Congress, where the Old Glory still flew. In the One Day War, the Allaneans were beaten. Today, they were humiliated. Yes, the losses were much smaller - twenty thousand civilians and fifty five thousand soldiers dead, but the repercussions, politically and culturally, were going to be much worse - while the Allaneans have collectively shrugged off the One Day War, seeing it as a simple result of foreign aggression and brute force, the War of the Wolf - for so it would come to be known - would not be that easy to shrug off. It was already becoming a symbol not so much of foreign intervention, but more as a result of decades of ineptness at home, military, social, and political.

1. The United States of Allanea will reduce the total amount of their armed forces to one million troops. The banners of all units save the United States Marine Corps, the Charlton Heston Air Armada, and the Special Forces, will be delivered to the Taraskovyans.

The Sun also rose, for one last time, on the John Bolton Gound Forces Base in Western Allanea. Given that Senate has already ratified the treaty - under the threat of Taraskovyan ortillery - there was nothing for them to do, anymore. The banners of the fourteen brigades that were located there were already wrapped up and sent to the Taraskovyans. Now, Major General McCaffrey would give his last speech at the job - as did many other officers around Allanea. For after an Allanean unit has surrendered its flag to an enemy, it could not exist anymore. It had to be disbanded. Some units would be later re-established under some other name. Others wouldn't. In fact, four out of five Allanean soldiers - maybe more - would become civilians when the proverbial dust had settled. McCaffrey sighed sadly as he thought of that, surveying his men for one last time.

Boys! This is the last time I speak to you in this post. Remember this day! Today, you are being dishonoured - not by some evil enemy, but by a long-time ally. Not by a foe far stronger than us, but by one we could have defeated - but our defences had faltered.

He raised his eyes to the sky. Somewhere above him - he did not know where - a faint flash was seen in the early morning sky. Then two more. Allanean crews were junking their warships, exploding them in space so that they would not be disgraced by surrender. It was the last favour the sailors could do to their vessels. He suppressed tears as he continued speaking

Boys! Today, according to the Treaty of the Wolf and the corresponding Congressional acts, John Bolton Ground Forces Facility no longer exists. Neither do your units. I want you to take whatever equipment, weapons, uniforms, vehicles you fancy. Keep it. It’s yours. You’ve earned it. Burn the rest. Burn the place to the f**king ground. And when you go home today, defeated when you should have been victorious, unemployed hobos when you should have been proud defenders of your free homeland, think - what brought to this? Whose fault was it? What was at fault?

He paused, bringing out his 1911 service pistol.

And now, said the General, Let this serve you as a constant reminder of today’s loss. Lest you forget, lest you somehow think that because very few people have died, this day is somehow not a tragedy… think of this.

And then he shot himself in the head.

* * * *
Several Hours Later, in Port-Allanea
The ships were sinking slowly, the USS Kim Du Toit was standing in the harbour, its heavy guns trained on the city, ready to cleanse the streets of any who would attempt to force the Senate to reverse its decision.

And in the streets, people were reading copies of the treaty, its full meaning only now seeping in.

The United States Navy will be limited to ships no larger than ‘cruiser’ in class, with the exception of the USS Kim Du Toit.

The United States Stellar Navy will be limited to ships no larger than one kilometre in length, with the exception of the USS Miriel nos Feanor, given its non-military nature. For the purpose of this treaty "ship" shall be used to mean every armed space vessel owned by the USSN with overall length over 30 metres, not counting the length of mounted weapons.

Only now, as the first soldiers - now ex-soldiers - began to arrive into the city, lugging equipment they looted - or took by permission, if you wish - from their bases, the full meaning of this had began to seep in. Reduced military capacity also meant reduced employment and a crippled military-industrial sector. It meant not just humiliation - it could well mean poverty.

Somewhere above the city, in a high-rise office building, Vincente Lamma, Vice President and President Pro Tempore, shuddered as he looked down.

I don’t like it, he said. I don’t like this at all.

Ooc: Tag

[OOC: I ask that this thread be on hold until we are done with the Wolf and the Skunk. Which will be very soon. This is to avoid any confusion.

Thank you.]

[OOC: I ask that this thread be on hold until we are done with the Wolf and the Skunk. Which will be very soon. This is to avoid any confusion.

Thank you.]

OOC: Mikhail, if you do not mind, I will continue with this a bit, because it seems you only post on weekends. Mmkay?

The flags of the Empire were lowered to half staff for the losses of Allanea and the fall of the great bastion of Freedom.

However, due to the manner of its fall, it was made quite plain that there were severe flaws in the government and in the society that had crept in over the years.

As long as Napoleon still held the title "King of Allanea" no matter how ceremonial it was, as long as he held in his heart a love for the country whose people all but made it possible for him to be Emperor of Greater Prussia, he would not allow the country to go down the tubes.

The very day that the terms of the treaty were announced, Napoleon penned an edict that formed the Foreign Legion of the Imperial Guard. The Imperial Guard officers already based in Allanea set up booths all accross the country and began recruiting Allaneans for the Foreign Legion of the Imperial Guard which would give them a salary and go a long way to prevent economic collapse if it worked. He also signed a 500,000,000 dollar check to the AVF so that they could do likewise and begin recruiting Allanean Army vets.

Soon, the plumed Shakos of Imperial Guardsmen were seen dotting every street where they were distributing food and aide to the Allaneans who could no longer provide for themselves. They were assisting in the cleaning and repairing of the damaged areas. This would be one of the main purposes of the Foreign Legion. There was always the possibility that they would see action abroad, but the mission of the Foreign Legion was in Allanea...its mission was to assist in the rebuilding of the country.

The Emperor recognized the need for peace. He recognized that Allanea needed majour changes in every area...but he also recognized that there would be some elements which would seek to gut society and replace it with souless, Godless hippydom. Messages were flying in and out of the Imperial Palace and the Emperor's Court in Kentucky. He had financed several politicians in Allanea for a while and there were many in the Senate who would listen when he spoke. Behind the scenes, and unbeknownst to the world, the Emperor had taken it upon himself to protect the culture of Allanea from those who would have it erradicated. In that venture...he was expecting the help of a significant figure in Allanean history.

As the Allanean soldiers walked home, they encountered strange things that they never saw before on an Allanean street. As Allanean society faced the immense humiliation of being defeated by who they thought an inferior opponent, the disarmament of Allanea’s army, the imminent shut down of the factories who built the ships, weapons, and facilities for that army and the communities who depended on the military bases near them, it was clear that something was wrong with the country. And where those who explored that to claim all was wrong.

The members of socialist groups like the ones popular in Hash and Mgweni were now finding crowds of supporters among Allanean college students - especially among those who preferred standing in a demonstration to studying. It spread like wildfire. By the time Sergeant-Major Michael Graham completed his two-month ship journey from Hash to mainland Allanea, the Peace Now Movement, that numbered about 10,000 people before the war, was now numbering 150,000 people in Port-Allanea.

As he walked on the city promenade, he stared in shock at the crowd of youths standing near the entrance to the Mayor’s office. They were dressed in deliberately ragged clothes, and were not carrying weapons like most Allaneans would. They were screaming abuse at the the guards, pushing them backwards towards the flagpole. He gasped as the guards walked back, afraid to shoot at the crowd the protesters. Then, a young man rushed towards the flagpole, slashing the rope holding the flag up with a small pocket knife. The flag Michael Graham risked his life for fell to the ground, and immediately the raging crowd closed upon it, spitting on it, tearing it, and finally setting it on fire. He had to struggle to defeat the urge not to swing his AA-FAL rifle to his shoulder and shoot them down after one. They were, he had to remind himself, human beings, after all.

* * * *

Jonathan Reling has been unemployed for over a month. He walked the streets of Port-Allanea, without hope, without even anything to wear but his old uniform - the signs of the unit he served in torn off. The banner of that unit has been folded and sent to Tarasovka, and the unit ceased to exist. His service weapons where still with him - a rifle and a sabre.

He looked up, seeing suddenly, high on the building wall, a simple recruitment poster - a red hand on a black background, and the word "The Emperor Wants You for the AVF. Suddenly, he smiled. Surely they need someone who can drive a Traveller ATV…

Two hours later, he was no longer unemployed.

* * * *

Alexander Kazansky leaned towards the television screen. Behind him stood Angela Murphy, the slightly-geekish daughter of Surveyor General Murphy. For some reason, she visited him more and more, supposedly to borrow books from his library.Perhaps she… no, I shouldn’t deceive myself. Besides, she’s 16 - and I am an ageless monstrosity. I am not even human. He returned his attention to the woman on the screen. No, she was’nt attractive- he did not find Hashi women likeable. Right now, the young Javivalenta, daughter of the dead Hashi leader, was positively intimidating - not by what she looked like, but because of who she now became. And for what she said.

Today, we must realize that so-called freedom is only an illusion if the poor of Allanea are suffering! Freedom, ladies and gentlemen, is nothing but a tool! A tool for the achievement of prosperity and equality for all!

"My God.," he gasped. "Who put her in the Senate?"

Angela did not reply. She stared into the screen, petrified.

Jinhes kali is only a small city, but the fact that it is near to Communist Rejistania caused certain political problems, but also synergies in the far left part of the political spectrum. "Korona'valen*" was one of these groups consisting of both xentira-Rejistanians and Communist Rejistanians. The aim of this group was nothing less and nothing more than the world-revolution. In Communist Rejistania, this aim was abandonned a while ago, so they are even leftist extremists in a communist society, in Rejistania, it is legal to debate about this subject but any actions towards it are strictly forbidden. But since Rejistania tries to give its citizens the illusion of freedom, it is possible to meet there under more lax surveillance than in CommuRejis. The news of the Hashi influence in Allanea rising was good news for the Korona'valen. Since Allanea has no direct-influencing technology, they felt that they actually could change something there. Even though some CommuRejistanians say they should concentrate on developping Rejistania first, the majority was for intervening there. "Virsit, ve ta~ek Menhetan, s~ven ve ta~ek Verlin!" as Syku Minix expressed it in his substandard English.

A week later, members of the 'asene sikire'tan'han ekonomiju tani-mesit' (association for international economic development) applied for visa to Allanea. The reasons, they specified were "search for cheap labour" or "market research".


*properity counts/is relevant

20 days later

The Rejistanians entered Allanea quite easily - there were no big hassles at the entrance to the nation and they got their visa in two weeks. As they would enter, they found out that the United States of Allanea were in a state of accelerating collapse. The destruction of Allanea’s military meant that millions of former soldiers were unemployed. The dry-docks that would produce a stream of powerful ships for the navy were standing empty, their workers walking the streets dishevelled and dirty. The companies that owned the weapons factories were in free-fall, and with market uncertainty and post-war disillusionment, so was the stock market. Already, there was talk of releasing emergency food supplies in the cities. The country areas were not hit so hard, but the big cities, the strongholds of heavy industry that could not be supported without stable big corporations, were in a downward spiral.

And it was there that the message of the Socialist Party of Allanea - a merger of the Hashi and Mgweni political parties - was finding more and more support. The numbers of people rallying behind Javivalenta grew steadily, but surely - two percent, three percent, four percent…

Everywhere, the voice of the young woman was heard - or of Vittorio Santorini, her aide. They all said the same thing:

’The policy of the extremist right has failed! The Blix Administration has failed! Robber-baron capitalism has failed! The policy of the Kazansky fake left has failed! The sham of loonitarianism has failed! It is necessary to turn Allanea from the brink of disaster - now, before it is too late! Accept the Javivalenta Program! Support the workers in the factories and their brothers in the farms, not some rich corporate fat cat!

There were concrete measures suggested too - copies of the Javivalenta Program were everywhere.

"The Socialist Party of Allanea Demands:

Iimmediate governmental relief of the unemployed by the extension of all public works…"

And thousands of workers, soldiers, and their family members read on, thinking ‘Hey, maybe those people do have the right idea after all…" And it seemed they had.

"..an increase of taxation on high income levels, of corporation taxes and inheritance taxes, the proceeds to be used for old-age pensions and other social insurance, and an amendment to the Constitution to allow such reforms."

And those who had no job, who lived off minimal welfare or who feared that the system would start to fail began listening. Slowly, slowly, unnoticed, the power of the Socialist party began to rise…

There was only one organised political Party in Rehochipe. It was the Proleteriat Underground Democratic-Industrial Network, and it hadn't been a serious political force since the mid-seventies. Its members could generally be recognised by their fondness for terms viewed with distaste by most Rehochipeans - 'class-struggle', 'bourgeois', 'global revolution'; by their tendency to wear Paristani berets in the monsoon season; and by their loud support for the industrialised powers of Aperin. Their head, Zelazny Koroviev, was known for his impassioned, knowledgeable and above all lengthy orations, which had little effect apart from causing representatives to sneak out of the Quinquate and hotfoot it to the nearest bar.

"This is precisely the problem, right here," Zelazny grumbled, waving a copy of the Labour Report at a cluster of acolytes. "Allanea is ripe for socio-economic transformation and all Palmaqut does is express vague wooly hopes."

"Well, um, the situation does look like a complete powder-keg. Everybody over the age of four's got an automatic, and even if things continue to change there's still a massive pool of reactionary right-libs... it's hardly prudent..."

"Ach! Half our problem is being bloody prudent all the time. The Quiet Tyrants have got prudent all wrapped up. Who's going to vote for a prudent revolutionary? No, I think we need to make a point here. I'm going to make a little trip, I think. Talk to some of our Allanean comrades, hold some sessions with the unions, get some real radicalism flowing again. After all, if they do make the plunge, we don't want them turning into ineffectual academic left-lib tree-huggers, do we?"

Heston-City, Allanea

Sheriff Masters shrugged as he looked at the weekly crime report. Then, he looked out at the city that glinted with it’s playful lights outside his office window. Before the war, it was a sight he loved - the city was pretty peaceful then. There was little violent crime - career criminals knew that the average homeowner would probably send them to wherever it is dead burglars go when they die. So they stole cars, or computers, or got into fraud and counterfeiting. That was a problem - but at least you could walk the street. Today, it was different.

Masters shuddered as he imagined what the city was like now - behind those shadows, those lights, those flashy adverts, evil began to look. Desperate men, evil men, men whose very conscious was wracked by poverty and despair were out there - who did not know the lay of the street. And they got into crime. Robbery, assault, break-and-enter. Of course, in most cases, it was enough to wave your gun at them and they’d run away - what’s that number, he thought, the scientists put on it? Ninety-eight percent of self-defence encounters? - but sometimes, they didn’t.

Murder. Rape. Assault. In his district of the city alone, the numbers were staggering. And the department was already over stretched - it wasn’t designed for this stress. And this wasn’t everything. Small riots, demonstrations going suddenly violent, sit-in strikes and road-blockings were also some of the things that were happening - not just to his department, but in every other big city in Allanea.

We’re lucky we didn’t have any big SNAFU’s. - thought Leonard Masters.

Yet.

Port-Allanea, Allanea

Socialist Party of Allanea Headquarters

‘Comrade Javivalenta! How can we do this? We don’t have any party cells in those cities! We cannot afford to spread the activist base so thin! Look!’ - the young man pointed to the Electoral Status Map - a large screen with Allanea and all her overseas states. It seemed that the only places the Socialists were prevailing was Hash and Mgweni, the map painted a glorious pink there. Elsewhere, the Republican Red, the Democratic Blue, and the Libertarian White dominated the map, with only some smatterings of pink around the big cities. To change it, party activists were needed to be poured into mainland Allanea, and Javivalenta did not have enough experienced people, skilled in the theory and practice of class warfare.

‘So, Comrade Kaganovich…’ - the woman asked derisively - ‘You mean, even though that conditions in Allanea are ripe for victory, we cannot grasp it? Why? Are you implying, perchance, that I am wrong in my evaluation?" - her voice suddenly sounded threatening as her hand moved to the TT-33 handgun on her hip.

‘No, Comrade Javivalenta, all I meant was…’

‘Oh, shut up. Give me a phone. I need to make an international call to Constantinopolis. Within a few days the place will be full of volunteers. I am sure both the Anarchists and the Communists there will be ready to help’

* * * * *

Port-Allanea, Allanea

Lior Hopkins Campaign Headquarters

Hopkins shrugged. He knew now he wouldn’t win the elections. The socialists were eating away at his base and he would come in third when they came in fourth. The Libetarians had 33% , 32% was Republican-controlled, the Democrats had 30 - and the Socialists had 5%. He would never win… unless…

He rested his hand on the phone.

Javivalenta didn’t know it, but her lucky break was already under way.

"Comrade, are you serious?" Was all a skeptical Hasan Muhammad could say.

Abdul Bin-Ramus, a Workers' Protection Agency official, smirked. "Yes, comrade. Why would I lie about this type of thing?"

There were two other men at the conferance table today. Comrade General Fellah Rima was present at the meeting, as was Peoples' Commissar of War, Jabir Yusuf.

"Comrade Premier, as far as I'm concerned, if there is a chance in hell Socialists could come to power in Allanea, we should support them. I'm sure plenty of Militia would volunteer for a non-violant mission." Yusuf told Muhammad.

Hasan cleared his throat. "While I am sure that's true, I still have doubts about the success of Socialism in an Allanean climate."

"Then send in troops once they get into power." Rima urged Hasan.

"Or," interupted Ramus, "You can activate the WPA in Allanea."

Muhammad dismissed his comrades. He was't going to be a dictator, and he wouldn't support a dictatorship if the Allaneans should turn to Stalinism. Muhammad, ever the advocate for Direct Democracy, would put a referendum before the People of Hallad. But, it would take a week to prepare for the vote. Untill then the situation would be explained and debated.

* * *

FROM: Premier Hasan Muhammad, Halladi Workers' Republic
TO: Chairman Javivalenta, Socialist Party of Allanea
SUBJECT: Socialism in Allanea

Comrade,

As I'm sure most of the Socialist world has heard, it appears the Socialist Party of Allanea is begining to take shape. We in the Halladi Workers' Republic, are of course in full support of this. I am offering you basic support as of right now, a cash donation to your campaign and free printing distribution of Socialist literature for you. Once the people of Hallad finish their referendum, more aid will be available.

The Halladi Workers' Republic is very interested in seeing the rise of a Allanean Workers' Republic. If there is anything else we can do for you, just ask.

In Solidarity,
Hasan Muhammad
Premier of the Halladi Workers' Republic

Linguists classify Mgweni and Isesi both as Relikmjeican languages (referring to the "first wave" of settlement). Of course these languages differ still much, but the general assumptions on how communication works are similar so it is far more easy to learn Mgweni for Isesians than for Xentira'ny*. That is the reason why the Korona'valen sent Na~ota Je~nse, who is natively Isesi and has a profound knowledge of English (despite the accent, which clearly proves that English and the oceanic languages are highly different) to meet the Allanean socialists. Of course, the Port-Allanean socialists were pleased that the Rejistanians arrived. Na~ota was directly indirected to Javivalenta.

Her office showed that she is no friend of luxury, to call it spartanic might be too much, but it clearly avoided showing status. They greeted politely, either the party leader knew that rejistanians do not appreciate coming too close during greeting, or she herself wanted to show that she is rather reserved. Na~ota was asked wether he was the leader of her group and she had to admit that there is none because the class-less society starts in the group, however he had the right to speak in the name of the group during this visit. She raised an eyebrow at this and asked whether anything ever gets decided that way. Na~ota simply smiled and said: "We are here!".

"I see that." then she switched the topic "Your letters were not saying too much!"

"Ajeq, Living in a dictatorship makes people paranoid, so I hoped you understood what was said implicitely. Tell me what was unclear for you."

"First of all, your political position seems to be very unclear to me!"

"We are communists, which means, more left than the Workers' Front in Rejistania. The unclear expression might result from the fact that we have just one term in Rejistanian. We want to establish a state of equality in the NS-world."

"That is a high aim! And it requires more than just being the best choice to get 51%!"

"We are aware of that fact, it requires dedication, it requires being able to influence people, it requires hesta!"

"hesta?"

"erm, much effort!"

"And you are ready and willing to put effort on the shared aim of an equal society?"

"We already did and we will do. English is not a common language in a region, which is dominated linguistically by Rejistania and Eauz, which is francophone. Despite that, we did our best to improve our English so that we are understood well." He murmurred a "hopefully" because he still feared his accent (ooc: a bit like Vietnamese) or grammatical mistakes would void what he said.



*speakers of a rejistanian 'central' language

Byzantium, Constantinopolis

Meeting Hall of the Anarchist League

The Meeting Hall was a medium sized building, most remarkable for its futuristic, avant-garde architecture, as well as the fact that the interior consisted of one single giant room. There were walls and columns that created several semi-enclosed spaces, but there were no doors, and no space was fully enclosed.

In one particularly open area of the Hall, hundreds of delegates of the many branches of the League sat on chairs arranged in concentric circles. The message from the Socialists in Allanea had been read only seconds earlier. Most of the delegates were thinking in silence. Suddenly, that silence was interrupted by the most obvious question imaginable.

"What do we know about these socialists?", one delegate asked.
"In a word, nothing", another delegate answered, "except that they are a small party."
"Not unlike ourselves...", a third voice remarked.
"Just what kind of 'socialism' are they advocating? If they expect our help in building some sort of rotten state socialism like we have in Constantinopolis, well, then they can just f-ck off - we don't help class traitors!"
Murmurs of approval were heard from the other delegates.
"Comrades", said Bogdan Kirillov, "let's not assume too much. If these Socialists asked for our help, they must know who were are and that we don't compromise on our principles. They must feel that we have many things in common, or else they wouldn't have bothered to ask for help that they knew they wouldn't receive."
Again, murmurs of approval were heard, except this time they calmed down spirits rather than inflaming them.
"Alright, let's send them the help they asked for, then. What did they say they needed?"
"Activists, people skilled in the theory and practice of class warfare."
"Oh. Anyone here know anything about class warfare?"
Laughter reverberated across the room. They were all seasoned veterans of class warfare.
"On a more serious side, comrades", one delegate commented, "we need volunteers to go to Allanea and help these Socialists".
"If they deserve our help", another delegate reminded him.
"Yes. If they deserve our help. Well, so do any of us volun... ah, thank you, comrades." Several volunteers had just stepped forward. "When you go back to your local branches, ask who wants to go with you to Allanea. Remember, for the moment, we're considering this a temporary assignment."

Within a few days, some two hundred anarchists had volunteered to go.

* * * * * * *

Central Headquarters of the Communist Party of Constantinopolis

The building was huge, many times the size of the Anarchists' meeting hall. This was only to be expected, given the fact that the Anarchist League was a small fringe group while the Communist Party was a massive organization with millions of members, currently holding a parliamentary majority as well as most offices in the Council of People's Commissars.

Somewhere in the maze of corridors and rooms of the Communist headquarters - or, to be more exact, at the end of the main corridor on the South wing of the building - there was a large door labeled "Central Committee". In the chamber beyond, which was Spartan in appearence and not particularly large, the Central Committee of the Communist Party was in session.

General Secretary Nikita Sokoll had just finished presenting the request for help coming from the Socialist Party of Allanea. The other members of the Central Committee took a few minutes to read some additional information about Allanea on their viewscreens, then Alexander Nikolaev commented:

"Why are they asking the Communist Party for assistance instead of appealing to our government? They know our policy of revolutionary interventionism, we wouldn't hesitate to give them aid..."
Another comrade replied. "Perhaps they are looking for a more discrete kind of help? The situation in Allanea is highly volatile after all - who knows what might happen if a foreign superpower openly supported a fringe party..."
Helena Timoshenko asked bluntly, "Any illegal activities?"
"Not as far as we are aware", answered Nikita Sokoll. "Though it is never too late to start..."
"Indeed. Well, if they haven't contacted the government and wish to keep this operation - or whatever it is they are doing - a secret, then my hands as Chairman are tied", said Alexander Nikolaev, apparently eager to move on to more important matters.
"We need to send a small group of comrades to assess the situation before we commit to anything", concluded Nikita Sokoll. "It would be best if one of us personally led this group, both as a sign to the Allaneans that we are not simply brushing them off and a way to ensure an expert analysis of the situation."
"Well, since Justinian is busy in Lavenrunz, I will go", said Helena Timoshenko. "These Socialists don't look very promising, but if there's the slightest chance of a revolution against libertarian bastards like the ones currently ruling Allanea, I want to be there."
"Very well, it's settled then. Do return quickly, though, we need you here as well", replied Nikita Sokoll.
"I will. It shouldn't take very long."

And the discussion moved on to the next order of business.

Suddenly, a young Hashi boy with an envelope ran in. "Comrade Javivalenta!" - he cried out - "I have a note for you!"

She took a few seconds to read it. "Great." - she nodded to the Rejistanian’s. "Wonderful. Several Democrats have broken ranks with their party and are now wishing to unite with the Socialists. Ladies and gentlment, the People’s Equality Front of Allanea is born. This will be the name under which we will run for the elections. It will includes Socialists, former Democrats, whoever joins. It will have a "moderate" platform - but it will enable extreme change. It will use the money of the capitalists - but it will bring power to the workers. It will sound like a mouse - but it will roar like a lion." She smiled, and it seemed for a second she was already experiencing that glorious victory she was talking about.

"Now, comrades, what work do you wish to do for us? Would you like to join the ranks of the workers as fellow volunteers? Or do you have some special offers for us?"

* * *

FROM: Chairwoman Javivalenta, People’s Equality Front of Allanea
TO: Premier Hasan Muhammad, Halladi Workers' Republic
SUBJECT: Socialism in Allanea

Dear Comrade Muhammad!

I am sorry, but I have to reject your donation - it is illegal for a political party here to accept money from any government source, foreign or domestic. It is unfortunately not possible for me to accept this type of aid - even though the help is needed. Thank you for the printed material - it will immediately be put to good use and distributed in areas such as factories, college campuses and other places where people are likely to take them at their true value.

In Solidarity,
Chairwoman Javivalenta,
People’s Equality Front of Allanea

* * *

The Constantinopolian volunteers were approached as they stepped off the planes, and immediately given assignments - distributing literature in highly-populated areas, talking to workers during strikes, sometimes just sticking posters. It wasn’t always glorious - it was just a job needing to be done. Secretly, orders were given that the Anarchists and communists should not know of each other’s presence, preferably even "deployed" in separate cities - that to avoid the explosion of relations that would possibly come if their unwitting collaboration. And a few Anarchists were invited to do a very special job…

* * *

In a warehouse outside Port-Allanea

A small, hunched-over man - nearly a midget - stood in front a small group of Constantinopolian Anarchists. "Ladies and gentlemen, what I ask you to do is an illegal task - which I know you don’t care about. It will require killing people - which I ask you not to care about, as it is absolutely and perfectly necessary for our victory." - he pointed them to several large crates standing in a corner of the warehouse, marked CAREFUL: GLASS. "Comrades, those crates don’t have any glass in them. They are full of C-4. In a week, a Taggart Transcontinental high-speed "Comet" train is arriving to Port-Allanea. It will be carrying a special train car filled with ranking members of the Democratic National Committee of Allanea. Draw your own conclusions."

He grinned inwardly as he looked at the Anarchists. He knew that the job would be done well.

OOC: BUMPITY!

Allanea is ranked 2nd in the region and 623rd in the world for Most Politically Apathetic Citizens.

Na~ota Je~nse smiled slightly: "We are a group of extremists outside of the political focus, so all we can give you is our solidarity and our help!" He made a sign during the word "help" which he heard was used in Mgweni as well as in Isesi: he made a wave with his hand in a certain way. He hoped the Hashi understood that sign meaning "esnari" or in Mqweni "esnaqij", translated it is "get around" or "bypass". It is a typical sign for "help" which mostly is direct, unbuerocratic and voluntarily, but does not always have to be in the legal realm.

OOC: tired I am, formulate I can not!

Good, - said Javivalenta. Do you have anything in particular which you would like to do for me? Or would you like to be assigned an activity sector and given some leaflets to distribute?

The HMS Stonewall Jackson-III was the latest in the line of Capitol ships to head the fleet. In an age where Battleships were supposedly obsolete, the Jackson still had alot of fight left in here. She was the third ship in the history of the Reichskamphian Navy to bare that name, and she bore upon her shoulders all of the history, all of the importance that the name brought with it. Somewhat like the Greater Prussian Empire itself, the ship was a state of the art, almost futuristic vessel in an antiquated shell. Her lines were sleek and bone white, but they were accented by the most elaborate decorative metal sculpturework that could be found in the Empire. The gold and silver plating of the sculpturework stood in stark contrast to the futuristic hull it was placed upon. At its heart, the ship stood for the grandeur of bygone days, the days when Admiral Lord Nelson's HMS Victory proweled the Mediterranean, but brought with it the promise of a secure future, one grounded on truth and tradition.

The Greater Prussian Naval Battle Flag was perched at the top of the flagpole, and spread out gloriously in the wind as did the Trisword flag of the Kingdom. Yet on the pole beside it flew another flag, the personal standard of the Emperor Napoleon himself.

The ship slipped quietly into its docking station and several men departed at once. An armoured limosine was waiting on the pier when the doors to the ship opened and the Emperor of Greater Prussia and the Captain of the International Imperial Guard, Duc Guillaume de Centreville, walked out surrounded by twelve Imperial Guard officers on the inner ring, and 25 Imperial Marines on the outside. The Emperor and the Duc hastily got into the limo and sped down the streets of Port Allanea to the Blue Knight Hotel. Followed by several cars full of Guardsmen, the limo pulled up to the hotel.

The Emperor's trip was not widely publicized abroad. Truth be told, the only people who knew it were the members of Congress. The Hotel's managers didn't even have any clue as to the magnitude of the guests they would be recieving. As the cities had become dangerous, the managers had contracted with the AVF to guard the premises. The jaws of the Black-uniformed AVF officers dropped as the door to the limosine opened and the Emperor Napoleon walked out. Some glanced at the gold arm band on their uniform that read, "Napoleon IV, Empereur". There was the man who was paying their salary and keeping bread on their tables. "God Save the Emperor!" one shouted out, almost by impulse. Then he reconsidered the statement, and shouted in correction, "God Save the King!" The other AVF men took up the call, "God Save the King!" Whatever emotion stirred the call, whether it be pure nostalgia in regards to years when Napoleon was the King, or perhaps Nostalgia with the desire for return, it warmed the Emperor's heart. Napoleon approached the officer and shook his hand.

"My lad," he said, "the Battle has only yet begun." He then leaned over and whispered into his ear. "God Save Allanea."

With that, the entire entourage walked into the building. There were no members of the press there as the event had not been sounded abroad, so the Emperor made his way quite quickly to the Convention centre within the hotel. A platform with a podium had been set up and on either side of the podium, long tables were placed. At those tables sat the key Political figures of the United States, the big names and the power brokers who supported the cause. Out in the audience it was pratically a who's who of Allanean Politics, most of the Senate and the Congress was present along with many of the key lobbyists and business leaders. They sat at tables also, their pen and paper at the ready.

Napoleon walked onto the stage and up to the podium where his image was projected onto a large screen behind him for the benefit of those in the back.

There were limited applause, but not because there was no appreciation. This was a business function. This was life or death. This was not a public appearance. There was no music, no pomp or grandeur.

"Distinguished leaders of Allanea," he began, "The state of the Union is uneasy and unstable at best. There is the feeling both in the streets and abroad that the previous administration was a failure. I realize that I may ruffle some feathers when I say this, but now is not the time for soothing egos, the last administration was an ABYSMAL failure." A shock set in accross the room. "I don't care about any political alliances or niceties now. The very freedom of the United States is at grave risk of being demolished! We must cast aside the ineffective and re-establish the tried and true. We must do away with moral relativism, with the 'do whatever makes you happy' mentality that has set in. This country was founded on a sure foundation. It was founded upon the freedom given to all mankind by Allmighty God and the strong traditions that you have preserved against those who would have them destroyed. We have grown lax now and strayed from our foundations both in Allanea and in the Empire and are reaping what we have sown. The complacency and ineptness of the Blix administration and the advancing of liberalism and socialism here, and the revolution that just recently threatened our way of life in Reichskamphen are the fruits of our neglect.

What we need now is to recognize the problems that plague us and to find a solution to them. The spectre of Javivalenta, that succubus, that vile woman hangs high above our heads. The country has not smelled the rotten stench of the socialist infection spreading, of the cancer that is choking out our fair nation. Many of you may not have seen it either, but I tell you now that if Javivalenta is not stopped, then the Allanea we have all grown to love, the Allanea that was purchased by the blood of the Martyrs will be overgrown by the thick underbrush of wicked Socialism, the likes of which Imperial Soldier and Allanean alike died to defeat in Perfection those many years ago. She is a tumor, a disease, and must be stopped.

The way you cut out a tumor is not with an inaccurate multi pronged instrument, but with a single bladed scalpel. We are in this room some of us Democrats, Republicans, Libertarians, or what have you. We have differing opinions on a great many issues, but we are united on the cheifest of all points: we want to see this country preserved against corruption! It obliges us now to set aside our individual aspirations for this country. If you want Allanea to be a libertarian paradise, that is all well and good, but the tool that will root out liberalism is not the blunt and buttery blade of libertarian indecisiveness, it is the razor of Conservative values. We must bring ourselves back to the principles which this country was founded upon, and the principles that I restated in every decree I ever penned when I was the Monarch.

Whatever our personal desires are, we stand for Allanea...we stand for its succcess. That is why we must unite as one, in one political party structure, the Allanean Party. Only through unity can we stand up to the creeping menace of Socialism. I ask you all to join hands in the Allanean Party to hold press conferences, write letters, do what you have to in order to explain your decision to join with us. Encourage others to join. Together, we will prevail!"

As the Emperor finished his speech, the hall erupted - not with applause, but with cries of mutual anger. Everywhere, accusations were made, threats uttered, and fiery arguments made. The Allaneans were known as one of the rudest people in the world, and it showed.

Senator Roger Bowers, the leader of the Libertarian Party in Senate, was turning a strange shape of pink, pulling at his white tie - he was dressed in an impeccably white three-piece suit - with one hand, and pointing with the other at Senator Jeremy Lyndon, the Republican leader: "It is your fault, and yours alone! If you haven’t given us the sick cripple Blix, we wouldn’t be in this mess right now! You have deceived the people of Allanea, telling them you would preserve the Kazansky Legacy - and you have squandered it! Now look at the mess in our streets! Look at Javivalenta, that snake in the bosom of our freedom!"

Just as he spoke it, Lyndon had his finger pointed at Martin Michaels, the Democrat leader, screaming: "You wannabe commie scum! You fostered those people! Even now your people are switching over to the PEF! Why are you even here? Who the hell invited you!"

And Michaels of course was screaming at the Libertarian and the Republican: "It is not my fault my party is collapsing! It’s your fault because you never cared about the poor and now the people are turning to extremists! You forget President Kazansky was a Democrat in the first place!"

Sheila Johnston, a famous arms industry lobbyist, screamed: "You should never have slashed the military budget! Now the industry is collapsing and there’s nothing you can do about it! Unemployment? You’re to blame to it! Especially you, Republicans! You signed that treaty!"

The hotel was shaking with the combined rage of the politicians, each trying to shake off responsibility, to evade guilt, to dodge any attempt of accusation - instead of responding to the threat the Emperor had pointed out.

One of the guards looked at the Emperor with sadness. He remembered the man - read about him and listened to his father’s stories of the Battle of Perfection. He knew the Emperor was a friend of Allanea - but he didn’t see how Napoleon would cope with this. Today, the Guard was afraid - more than he ever was on the battlefield - of the image of human ineptness before him, of helplessness in the face of danger.

* * * *

In the meanwhile, Javivalenta was continuing her plot - dozens of Hashi troops were mustered in the areas already faithful to her cause, creating militia units ready to be called forth to protect PEF leaders - or whatever else Javivalenta ordered them to do. It was kept secret so far - but soon, soon, it would be revealed. She was just waiting for the right opportunity…

"Gentlemen!" the Emperor shouted. The ruckuss continued. The fingers were pointing in all different directions.

"Gentlemen!" he shouted again, louder, but with no response. The Emperor was furious. He pulled an ornate pistol from its holster on his side and fired a single round into the air. Silence fell accross the room as all eyes turned to the Emperor.

"That's better! Now sit down!" Napoleon pushed his hair back in place. "If you want someone to blame, blame yourselves! We have ALL failed! The Republicans, the Democrats, the Libertarians, we have all failed. It's your fault!" he pointed to the Democrats. "It's your fault!" he pointed at the Republicans. "It's your fault!" he pointed at the Libertarians. "It's my fault." he pointed at himself. "I could have been more firm in establishing the direction in which the government went when I left office. We all of us have a starring role in the decline of the nation." He paused and looked at all the faces that were staring back at him.

"We failed, now it's time to fix it. The Democrats need to reel in the nuts, the Republicans need to return to foundations, the Libertarians need to come to their senses, and we all need to stand together. Let us eschew labels, let us eschew the sectarian nature we have all embraced. Unity is the call of the day, unity in the Allanean Party. Let us be 3000 men with one single voice, but wielding 3000 sabres. Whatever it takes to save this land...let us do it and do it quickly. I ask you all to stand with us. Who is with us?"

An old man rose up. A lapel pin on his clothing denoted him as a member of the John Birch Society - one of Allanea’s most known conservative groups. "My friends," the old man said, sadly, "The King of Allanea is right. When your house is burning, it is not time to search for the arsonist - it is time to put out the fire. We have been free for so many years - we have been protected for so many years - by our armies and by the might of our allies.- that we forgot that liberty must always be guarded jealously, lest it disappears forever. We have forgot that the true price of liberty is eternal vigilance. Now, danger us upon us - but we run around like chickens with their heads cut off, not even being able to think of a solution. I say we cut the nonsense now - and start using out heads. We have failed - or else this snake wouldn’t be crawling through the grass to bite us. The emperor has shown us the face of our true enemy - and the enemy is us.

My friends, in this hour, division is doom. I am with unity. I am with Allanea. I am with the Emperor."

"God Bless the Emperor!"

"God bless the Emperor!" - echoed the other people, rising one after one from their seats.

OOC: The adjective for things related to Constantinopolis - and the noun for inhabitants of Constantinopolis - is Constantian.

The Communist and Anarchist volunteers were delighted to help their Allanean comrades any way they could. They canvassed, distributed literature, and, most of all, talked to groups of workers whenever they found some who were inclined to listen. The Communists praised their achievements back home in Constantinopolis, talked about the high standards of living for all, the great level of social and economic equality, the almost complete absence of crime, the superb education and health care systems that Constantinopolis had. The Anarchists, meanwhile, were far more reluctant to give Constantinopolis as an example to be followed. Yes, they said, it was certainly far better than any capitalist country - especially one like Allanea - but there was so much more that could be done, that needed to be done! Absolute liberty, absolute equality, the complete abolition of government and personal property - those things must be achieved with no delay, said the Anarchists.

At the same time, experienced Communists and Anarchists advised and trained members of the People’s Equality Front. They taught them how to behave, what to say and what to write, how to win the hearts and minds of the people. They also taught them how to resist capitalist counter-attacks. All these things were eagerly learned and implemented by the PEF. But when the Communists and Anarchists tried to give the PEF advice on policy, on the actual measures they should advocate and put into practice when (of if) they eventually came to power, it seemed the advice fell on deaf ears.

The Communists in particular were growing increasingly frustrated. After visiting several regions of the country and speaking to some minor leaders of the PEF, Helena Timoshenko absolutely demanded to talk with Javivalenta. Timoshenko was not a woman you could easily bargain with. Her family had immigrated to Constantinopolis from a laissez-faire capitalist country when she was 9 years old. In their native land, they had been poor - extremely poor - and Timoshenko witnessed her father's death from tuberculosis when she was only 6. She knew the disease was easily curable, but her family was too poor to afford any health care. She swore to avenge her father's death and, when she grew older, she joined the Communist Party of Constantinopolis out of a desire for vengeance against any and all capitalists - especially libertarians. As such, she is a 'hawk', a fiery advocate of world revolution who prefers to shoot first and ask questions later when dealing with capitalists. Since Constantinopolis itself has been a socialist country for over 80 years, most of her interest resides in the area of foreign policy. Her reasons for going to Allanea are quite obvious.

In a warehouse outside Port-Allanea

"So you want us to do your dirty work?", grinned one Anarchist at the small man. "We don't mind reducing the number of bourgeois leeches in the world, but I don't think any of us will lift a finger until you tell us why you want to get rid of those members of the DNC."
The Anarchists, as always, questioned all authority.

After the convention, the Allanean Party came out swinging...sometimes blindly and desparately.

Television commercials were launched all accross the country that echoed the desire for change in the hearts of the nation's citizens. But they called for change in the diametrically opposite direction of the Javivalentites. The ranks of the Imperial Guard's Foreign Legion swelled tremendously as former Allanean Army officers and foot soldiers either joined up with them or with the AVF. This put a little more power behind the words of the Emperor and the Allanean Party, but this connection was never played up by either side.

Giant Bilboards with pictures of Allanean Soldiers' Graves went up in the urban areas. These adverts bore the haunting words, "You can ensure that they did not die in vain. Vote Allanea."

Napoleon and Kazansky made join appearances all accross the country, held massive rallys and stirred the people up against the socialists wherever they could.

Unfortunately though, the unity within the Allanean Party was only skin deep. The Emperor, Kazansky, the Bigwigs held it together. Every side, every faction sought to pull the party in their direction. The effect was that multiple factions were pulling wildly in opposite directions. The seams were stretched to the breaking point.

Napoleon was a wise man. He knew to strive for victory, but always prepare for defeat. The docks of Port Allanea had been bustling for weeks as more Imperial ships sailed in and out. Quietly, the Imperial Guard was massing troops on their bases and wherever else they would fit. He couldn't protect the whole country, but he could keep some of it safe. The ships brought in troops and supplies, and left with cargo holds full of money, of valuables, of equipment that didn't need to fall into the hands of the Socialists. Napoleon had conferred with all the business leaders and arranged to have the ships carry off anything of value that couldn't be easily sold off or shipped out within a day or two.

He had managed to get in place a safety net, regardless of how small or how much it would catch. It would atleast be something.

Dear Emperor Napoleon and President Kazansky,

The trouble in Allanea deeply concerns me. I wish not for the great people of Allanea to fall to what destroyed Derscon many centuries ago. It is imperitive that Allanea fights off the threat of socialism in all its forms, as they bring destruction to society. It is imperitive that the foreign occupation of Allanea is ended as quickly as possible. It is imperitive that the economy of Allanea is rebuilt as soon as possible. It was during a time of crisis, a time of poverty, that Vladimir Ilyich Ulyanov implemented communism to Mother Russia and enslaved the Rodina for more than half a century. It was during a time of crisis and poverty that Mao Zedong enslaved the Chinese people to Communism. If Allanea is to survive, her economy must heal, or the Allanean people will be decieved into following the golden calf that is communism.

All of the recourses -- economic and military included -- of the Protestant Prussian Czardom can be committed into Allanea's revival. I, nor the people of Derscon, wish to see Allanea fall apart at the seams. May God be with you in your struggle.

Yours in Christ,

Czar Alexei Alexandrovich Andropov XIV
Monarch of the Protestant Prussian Czardom of Derscon
Arch-Chancellor of Greater Prussia

Alexei looked over his handwritten letter one last time before placing it in an envelope and handing it to a nearby diplomatic courier. "I want this hand delivered to Emperor Napoleon and Alexander Kazansky as soon as possible." The courier nodded.

"Yes, Your Majesty. Right away." The courier placed the envelope in his bag and ran off to the car to take him to Rekjyavich Andropov Military City International Airport, where an X33 superjet immediately took off to Allanea. The Czar knew the letter would arrive, as the courier was armed, and he was an ex-Delta Force operative, and a recipient of the Crusader's Cross, the second highest award given by the Dersconi military. Also, the diplomatic courier don't-touch laws was one of the few international laws respected by Derscon. Couriers were never hassled in transport. Diplomatic immunity itself obviously was not honored, but the courier system was respected.

In any case, the Czar put away the gold fountain pen and headed back to the ballroom, where there was still a reception going on from the wedding that morning.

Javivalenta smiled happily to herself. While the efforts of the Allanean Party were disjuncted and distorted, the PEF was making solid and good progress - it seemed already over 12% of the polled public supported the Front. The country was already being shaken up by anti-capitalist protest strikes by workers - small in scale, but large in impact. Railway workers. Airport employees. Constuction workers. The economy was tumbling - and the "evacuation effort" by the Allanean party was only making it worse with every hour, every day, every second. She was going to win the Presidency - and then, slowly, wrench control of Congress, the Senate, and the Supreme court. Nothing - nothing - would stand between her and ultimate political victory.

"Comrade Javivalenta, there’s a woman named Timoshenko wanting to speak to you!"

"Send her in, please."

She pondered for a second. "And remain on tap." She knew from reports already that Comrade Timoshenko was angry -very angry. She wanted her bodyguards to be available - just in case.

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The midget smiled at the Anarchists. "Simple. First of all, the DNC will remain decapitated - destroying our only left-wing competition. Second, the attack will be widely blamed on right-wing extremists - destroying our opposition on the right."

The State Capitol, Roanoke, West Virginia
July 2, New Common Era 203

Matthew Monroe Johnston (I), the pro-Tiburonese junior senator from West Virginia, stood out on these steps. Although there were some concerns that he was in Tiburon's pocket, the Teflon magic seemed to work for him as well, and he was a wildly popular, rising star within Allanean politics. He gazed up at the magnificent bronze statue of Thomas Jefferson as the afternoon sun reflected back down on the steps. This man, along with many others, helped define the rights of all people, from the lowly peasants to the richest merchant on the Earth. He himself was named after one of those men, James Monroe. For centuries, people in this land and in Tiburon enjoyed a set of fundamental, inalienable rights. And now it was about to come crashing down. In a single week, ineptitude had allowed a dictator to grow. Matt began to seethe with rage.

Who the hell is this Jaivivalenta? Does she think she's some sort of a God?

Johnston calmed himself down almost immediately. Now was not the time for that. He glanced nervously at the man a few feet away. "How much more time do we have?"

"One minute, Mr. Johnston. You're on."

Breaking News- Johnston, Murphy, Allengard Address the Allanean People
July 2, NCE 203

Johnston walked to the podium emblazoned with the seal of the United States of Allanea. He stared into the cameras of CNN, Fox News, NBC, ABC, CBS, the BBC, and every other channel in the world, ignoring the constant click of the cameras or the rustle of pens on paper. He took a breath and began to speak.

"People of West Virginia, people of the South, people of Allanea! So long ago, when the people of the British colonies began to rise up against their king, they sought for and found the truth of government. They declared that there are inalienable rights- rights that every person is entitled to from birth- and among those rights was liberty. It has been merely a week since the mad policies of Richard Blix have shattered our nation. And already, we find ourselves caught in completely ineffectual politics. People of Allanea, what have we learned from Blix? Have we so easily forgotten it?

The institutions of this nations are paramount to everything that exists in Allanea at this moment. Right now, there exists two evils in Allanea, cancers on the nation that we must excise for the good of the nation. The Socialist Party has managed to corrupt the true meaning of socialism- an economic system that itself rivals capitalism in its commitment to democracy- and has created a wasteland. People of Allanea, we must not allow any threat to our sovereignty, to our freedom to take root. How can we abandon the noble sacrifices that our soldiers- the people who do everything to protect your lives and ask for nothing in return- how can we abandon them now? We have an obligation to honor them- and our ownselves- by remembering that freedom is not a means to an end... but an end in itself! We must not allow freedom to suffer!

On the other end, we have the Allanea Party. While the work that Alexander Kazansky is undergoing is truly noble, you know as well as I do that the Allanea Party is completely ineffectual. And by crowning an emperor- that great symbol of opression- they have done nothing less than create a mockery of Allanea. I truly believed two days ago that the Allanea Party would be this nation's salvation. And the party's ineptitude has completely shaken that faith. We cannot support a party that has no true spirit.

That is why Surveyor-General James Murphy, Senator Joseph Allengard, and myself have decided to reject these parties- vestiges of the Blix era. Instead, we must band together- as Southerners, as Allaneans, as free people of this Earth- we must protect our liberty! We announce now that the three of us have formed the Federalist Party- for the protection of our federal rights!

The crowd erupts in cheers of "USA! USA! USA!" As the cameras pan out to the crows, we see that a sizable number has gathered here- almost 10,000. Awash in a sea of yellow, the Allanean flag is flying high in the breeze.

"Si estamos juntos - Somos invencibles" Greenjolly, Razom nas bahato, nas ne podolaty (Eurovision Song Contest version)

Ha~ek~h (pronounced: Heyg) Sahil was standing in the slight rain of an Allanean afternoon, many passers-by were in a hurry. He and his rejistanian colleagues in the information booth did encounter worse things in their active time. Mikvin apparently thought the same because he said to him (in English of course, since the party asked them not to speak rejistanian): "Better than the monsoon in KMR central, isn't it?"
"Yes, much better!" answers Ha~ek~h and turns to a person approaching the booth, who appears to be as old as the country. He looks at the information and then musters the rejistanians: "You should rather fight for freedom than for your weird theories!"

Ha~ek~h smiles: "Freedom requires equality, rights requires equality too. What does it help to have the right to drive anywhere in the country, when you can not afford a car?"

"Only a small minority can not afford one!"

"Well, Allanea was basically dominated by the military and the industry working for it, this led to a high amount of interventions, well, now that the military is severely curtailed, people lose their jobs, these people can not consume much now, this means, other industries producing consumer goods are also struggling, plus the industries working for them. The crises keeps on spreading, you see? Do you really think your children and grandchildren will be able to afford a car?"

This seemed to work, the person seemed to have thought that the economy was suffering a temporary down. Ha~ek~h however explained him where this down came from and in the later discussion, why the uptrend will not work with the currently applied principles. "and... what will you do against it?"

Ha~ek~h explained how the business politics of the socialists and explains how and why they work. The man still was sceptical, but in leaving, he said: "I thought your party was just a bunch of lunatics!".

The three men walked down the large, long corridor, the corridor was decked out in a bastardization of Victorian and Gothic styles, two of them were very much Midlonian, bowler hats, working suit, even down to the pocket watches in their breast pocket. The third was wearing gothic clothes; hair dyed black, white face, shoulder length hair, black lipst…well you get the picture.
‘Washington, what exactly is the situation? I’m not quite getting what you’re saying to me.’ Whittled one of the portly gentlemen in the suit.
‘Well sirs,’ the Goth began, ‘the country is on the verge of fucked, if you don’t mind me saying.’
‘Of course not lad, carry on’ quipped the other.
‘Millions of unemployed, industries, mainly arms ones shutting down, veterans armed to the teeth.’
‘I see. Industries shutting down you say?’
‘Yes sir.’
The three of them turned a corner, a large pair of Midlonian Oak doors stood before them, over it, chipped into the marble was “Board room”.
One of them produced a large brass key, which clicked satisfyingly into the lock.

Inside the room was a small Pict-display plate.
‘Employment figures’ one of the barked.
With a small hum the display burst into life and produced a graph which showed a blue line rapidly declining.
‘Crime rate.’
A red line rapidly rising was produced.
‘Shares in other companies.’
A yellow line showed a dropping price.
‘Identify the companies.’
A list was produced.
‘Estimated cost to purchase them?’
A figure in yellow was produced.
‘After putting these industries, properties etc back into operation, plus extra security, plus construction, how will the figures look?’
Yet another graph, in the colours above was shown, all shot in the ways that people preferred. The two gentlemen smiled, Washington stood quietly behind them.
‘Good, we can add industries to the country, keep some going, heck we could even equip our own army, if they don’t come pre-equipped.’ Chuckled another.
‘Lets hope we won’t need them, however keeping a couple of the ex-military bases operational for training a security force would be good.’ The other twitched his moustache.
‘May I speak freely sirs?’ Washington asked.
‘Never said you couldn’t lad.’ They both chimed together.
‘Perhaps some of the profit you will make can go back into the communities, to ensure loyalty to us, as well as to block out government interference. Schools, rifle ranges, parks, public projects, hospitals etc.’
‘And do what? Run them all?’
‘Make them slightly socialist, make it so the people in the communities don’t have to pay to use them.’
They both turned round on him and grinned. ‘That is the exact reason why we keep you around Washington, I think a promotion to one of the partners is in order, don’t you Mr. B?’
‘Certainly, you’re now our top notch man, come we shall go to lunch and discuss this some more.’
Washington’s head reeled; he had only been employed for a couple of years and now this…wow.
‘Computer, make the purchases will you, and inform the cafeteria that they’ll need three places at the head table.’ A chime signalled a “yes” and they left the darkened board room.
They walked three abreast down the corridor to the large cafeteria, which fell to a hush when all three of them sat at the top table.
‘Oh, nothing much today,’ said Mr B. ‘We promoted Washington, that’s all.’
The hall broke into a spontaneous cheer and roar of applause.
Blushing, even through the gothic makeup, Washington bowed and then sat down to talk with his partners.

Javivalenta scowled as she looked at the image of Johnston addressing the Virginians, the crowd roaring at the steps of the monument. "This is bad," she though, "very bad." Even as the old parties were disappearing swiftly, the members joining the PEF, the Allanean Party, or even the new Union Party, the Democratic Party stayed on - hoping still to defeat the PEF at the polls even as some of it’s members left either for the PEF or the Allanean Party- a hope beyond hope. She needed to have them destroyed - and she would.

"Comrade Xerian?" - she called - "I want you to call those Constantian volunteers again. You must assure their task is carried out - at any and all costs. If it fails, we all fail."

The man nodded - so deeply it looked suspiciously like a bow. "Yes, Comrade Javivalenta. It will be done."

* * * *

In the meanwhile, the streets looked lively again in Allanea - the injection of money by the Midlonians tipped some hidden scale in the market, and something began to happen. The recruitment offices of the Allanean Rail company were jam-packed with veterans carrying military rifles, their faces tired and hopeless - the faces of the long-unemployed. They sought places in the new security force, bringing their rifles, their gear - some tanker in Atlanta even drove up in his George W. Bush Mk II, which he took away from his unit when it was closed down. For an unknown reason, the tank was painted bright green.

And somewhere else in Allanea, another person was watching it.

Dagny Taggart. CEO and main shareholder of Taggart Transcontinental, Inc.

"Call the Personnel Officer. Now!" - she barked out at her secretary. The man looked up in surprise. "Why, Ms. Taggart? What do you intend to do?’ - his eyebrows - painted pink to fit with his punk outfit and haircut - began moving up. She wondered momentarily if and when they would reach the base of his mohawk.

"Start a program just like that one, you idiot! Don’t you see what they are doing?"

"No, ma’am…"

"They are generating public goodwill! They will destroy our sales and PR within days! Order a security force of ten thousand men to be set up! Donate five million dollars to scholarships! Outbid them! Out-donate them! Do it before it’s to late!" - even as she screamed frantically, both she and her secretary grasped for their cellular phones and keyboards.

* * * *

Even though the Union Party was gathering up steam - with two months left to the election - it was mainly taking away votes from the Party of Allanea. The socialists, in the meanwhile, were holding steady - the growth in their support slowed down because of the Allanean Rail announcement. But more had to be done - at least according to one man in the Socialist Party.

Vittorio Santorini.

Javivalenta’s running mate.

"We need - and I mean NEED - to destroy the capitalists! We need to win this election! The Presidency now, then Congress and Senate!" - he screamed at a crowd of activists, gathering at a Socialist Party meeting at Progressi City. "We NEED your help! I want you to go out! And I want you to go after them! And expose them! And defeat them! I want you to get your grandmother! Your mother! Your sister! Your friend! To the polls! And vote! And win! Remember! Nobody is for the workers! Only one party is for the workers! Which is that Party?!"

And the hall chanted in a single extasy:

"P-E-F! P-E-F! P-E-F! P-E-F! P-E-F!"

Inwardly, Vittorio Santorini smiled.

John Bolton Ground Forces facility, Allanea.

The sound of the once thriving military base returned, much to the jubilation of the local populous, in the background the construction crews were busy at work building a new brewery, preparing the ground, as well as land around it being turned over to husbandry, farming etc.
In town more construction cranes dominated the sky as schools and a new park was built.

The Midlonians practically owned this town.

Washington overlooked the scene, men were in bayonet practice drills with each other, he looked at the Data slab he held in his hand and thumbed through the writing on it.
News report on the so called “People Front” that was running for the election, support they were mercifully dragging away with the new investment.

Another amusing thing was Taggart Transcontinental shares dipping and the public support for the Midlonian Allanea holdings company, and all its subdivisions going through the roof.
Still, he watched as a few George Bush MKII’s rumbled by, one of which was painted bright Green. Washington grinned and looked around him.

This was the founding of a new order, 20,000 veterans had signed up in the last week alone, and more were pouring in, most of which were now being redirected to the construction, and then on to farming and the brewery work itself.

Helena Timoshenko stormed into Javivalenta's office, but, when she actually began to speak, she sounded rather calm and composed. She explained her position as a member of the Central Committee of the Communist Party back in Constantinopolis and her previous experience as People's Commissar for Foreign Affairs. She then moved on to explaining her current mission as leader of the Communist volunteers.

"I am here to coordinate the efforts of our volunteers and to establish closer ties between our party and yours", she said. "We are most interested in the social and economic policies you intend to implement after winning power; you should put the experience of Constantinopolis to good use."
Javivalenta replied in a businesslike manner. "What we want is to introduce socialism as a step-by-step program, and, of course, Allanea will need to look for new allies after we come to power. Constantinopolis is first on my list."
"And what kind of socialism do you have in mind?"
"Democratic Socialism."
"Can you be more specific?"
"We plan to establish a social democracy slowly moving towards socialism."
"Hmmmm..." Timoshenko did not like the sound of that. "Slowly moving? How slowly?"
"10-20 years to full transition."
"And if you lose an election during these 10-20 years?
"Well, then we're screwed. However, I have a few... aces in my sleeve to avoid that."
"I'm sure you do, but wouldn't it be simpler to accelerate the pace of transition and finish it in two or three terms? 12 years should suffice." She paused, then added, "Constantinopolis can assist you in that".
"It would be problematic", shrugged Javivalenta. "The population is not yet accustomed to this way of thinking."
"Ah. That is a fair point...". She paused to think. "Very well, perhaps four full terms would be more appropriate to cover the transition. That means you actually need to keep power for those four terms. Maybe even longer. But not MUCH longer." Timoshenko gave Javivalenta a knowing look.
"Of course..." Javivalenta smiled. "By that time the capitalist parties should be utterly discredited, so there should be no threat of the restauration of capitalism."
"Indeed. Well, now that we have settled that matter, let us move on to the practicalities of winning power in the first place. So far I've been helping you to micromanage campaigning in specific locations, but if you really want my assistance, you'll have to show me how I can help you with nation-wide campaign and propaganda planning, as well as more... unorthodox activities."
"Gladly..." Timoshenko's last sentence gave Javivalenta the distinct impression that this might be the beginning of a wonderful friendship.

* * * * *

In a warehouse outside Port-Allanea

"See, that wasn't so hard", said the Anarchist who had asked the first question, smiling at the midget. Then, turning to his comrades, "Let's have a vote on this... pest eradication. Should we go along with it?"
The vote was overwhelmingly in favour.
"Alright, consider it done."

Office of the High Commissioner for Treaty Compliance,
Port-Allanea

Some thought that the OHCTC would become a dump for jobless Taraskovyan. On the contrary, it was staffed with military and civilian intelligence officers, specialists, tacticians. Many Allaneans were also hired, their knowledge of the ground and customs proving very helpful in the High Commissioner’s task.

And unlike what some would have thought, the OHCTC was watching, compiling and gathering information, planning out retaliatory moves against the various groups that it would consider in violation of the Treaty. That was its purpose after all, define the violations and to remedy to them, whether by means of diplomacy or even by means of force and it was already keeping a close eye on various assets officially registered under Reichskamphen, Midlonia, others. Troops, armour, bombers – the OHCTC had everything it needed in the three Sovereign Bases of Pitzunda, Gagra and Sukhum.

From the Midlonian Government came the message, it ordered that the Midlonian Allanean Holdings Company circulate via it's offices, websites, , job centres etc. There was also a second notice sent out into classifieds


Attention Allaneans!
Looking for adventure?
Looking for fun?
Looking to blow shit up for kicks?

Then join the Free Allanea Corps!

The Free Allanea Corps is a brand new concept of the Midlonian Army, allowing you to carry on with the job you loved so much.
Following roughly the same pay as your old job you will be rotated into the Grand Midlonian Army and get yourself straight back to work!

(In the classifieds of most Allanean News Papers)
WANTED: Any person[s] with Armoured vehicles/aircraft of any kind looking for work are asked to go to the nearest ex-military base run by the Midlonian Allanea holdings company. Good pay, free keg of beer.

From: <Ha~ek~h Sahil> HSahil@lisidakorona-valen.asn.rj
To: campaign@PEK.al

Hejida,

We experienced , that people became more optimistic by the economical mini-uptrend in Allanea. We should emphasize the campaign on the fact that these new investori'ny see in the country a country with low wages since the workers are willing to work for pretty few. Most workers do not see that this will lead to eclatant changes in the society. Allanea was a wealthy society and none in which people live by 3000 lilek a day (I don't hacve the current exchange rate, but I hope you get my point despite that). In my opinion, one should focus more on the impoverment (is that a word?) of the society, comparing new and earlier wages and extrapolating into the future can be a good help. Another idea is to use pictures of the working class in low-wage-countries as Abysmalistan or Insane Inflation and write a slogan as 'Allanea in 20 years' on it. Scare tends to work!

Sa ven ji va''il veka!

Ha~ek~h Sahil

With time before the election running out, the People’s Equality Front struck out with all it’s fury. Posters showing starving Abysmalians toiling away at sweatshops, Inflati children pushing small go-carts full of worthless money bills, and even pictures of Hashi farmers before the occupation. All those posters shared a single slogan: Is This Your Future?. From the television screens, the radiowaves, the front pages - there were quite a few intellectuals in Allanea partial to the left-wing cause - the screaming began, intimidating the voter into submission. And the numbers began to crawl upwards again, albeit slowly - 8%, 9%, 9.5%…

Nobody yet knew that Javivalenta was preparing her master stroke.

* * *

Allanea Flyer train, en route towards the capital

Joshua Sterling, DNC Chairman, smiled. He was in a good mood - even despite the difficulties. He maintained independence from both the People’s Equality Front and the Allanean Party, and despite everything, it was beginning to pay off - Allanea was beginning to warm up to the Democrats. There might still be a chance, he thought happily, to win something this election. Maybe even the presidency… He relaxed, sipping on his Stossel Tea, forgetting momentarily of his entourage, much less of the other cars in the train, filled with ordinary men - men who could not reserve their own train car. Soon, he thought, they just might make him president.

And at that precise moment, the ten kilogram vibration activated landmine set under the rails where the Flyer was passing was activated. A powerful explosion vaporised the front part of the sleek blue locomotive, jerking the rest into the air. The train blasted on by the sheer inertia of it’s enormous weight and speed, activating two more landmines, mounted in tandem in the ground. Then it derailed, individual cars flying sideways through the air, tumbling and smashing into the pileup a head or going derailed completely.

Sterling was lucky. He died immediately, his car hit by the second explosion. Many more were not as lucky, dying of blood loss, burn wounds, or simply crippled or blinded by the explosions and fires, crawling through the debris, moaning in pain and calling for help.

The first extraction helicopter arrived within two hours.

'Sir!' yelled Washington, he was running down the various corridors of the headquaters 'Sir! Mr B? Mr B!'
'What?' Mr B's head had appeared out of a door part way down a corridor.
Washington ran down the corridor and shoved a data slate into his hands.
Mr Barton peered at Washington 'I thought I told you to wash that makeup off.'
'I...I'm not wearing any.' Washington stammered.
'Well, what on earth could ha...' Barton's eyes widened as he took in the information. 'The whole train?'

The dataslate shattered as it hit the floor.

*Former Allanean Royal Palace, Estate of Emperor Napoleon IV*

"There are too many people trying to help and hurt Allanea." the Emperor lamented. Kazansky sat in a chair accross from him. Napoleon continued, "We have to figure out some way to unite the opposition. Most of all, we need to get rid of these Communists...and don't kid yourself...that's where it's going."

The Emperor poured himself a glass of Port, and sat the bottle back on the stand beside his chair. "What we need is a person more so than a strategy. Javivalenta is a formidable figure...and we need an anti-Javivalenta. Someone compelling and powerful, someone strong enough to offer the feeling of security. We will sweep this Union Party and the others away and unite the opposition if we united it under a single person. We also don't need to have a loose cannon here either. We need a military man...and more importantly he can't be associated with any political party or he will divide us too much."

Then it hit him.

"General Demarque!"

Richard Demarque was a Private in the Allanean Army before the Federation had taken over. The son of a poor factory worker, he had grown up in about as close to poverty as one could come in Allanea. Finally having enough of Federation rule, he reorganized his Battalion which had been dispersed by the end of the war, taking command of it and leading on a campaign of resistance unrivaled in the annals of Allanean History. At the time when Napoleon became King of Allanea, Demarque had at his beck and call almost an entire division of men. Demarque offered his services to the King, and his unit was dubbed the AVF and made the core around which the Allanean Imperial Guard was built. He was the direct commander under Napoleon at the battle of Perfection. A national Hero, he travelled with Napoleon for the first two years of his reign as Emperor of Greater Prussia and founded the modern incarnation of the AVF, a private volunteer Army that now employed enormous numbers of people all over the country. Though not now the commander, he was still an enormous figure...but never associated with any political party.

" The poor, the soldiers, the establishment, everyone could identify with him...he could stir the imaginations of the most apathetic citizen if driven to do so. Furthermore he was a national hero...and charismatic at that." Napoleon tried to convince Kazansky.

Still loyal to Kazansky and to the Emperor, Demarque would do what was needed of him.

"What do you think?"

"Yes,’ answered Kazansky. "General Demarque." He pondered for a moment the results - a single, determined, charismatic man, whose face would appear through the country all at the same time. A man whose very image would spread like a brush fire through the nation, sweeping the socialists away like a bad dream.

He looked at the Emperor. "This is very good. I will make sure that all arrangements for the campaign are made today."

He reached for a Palm. In already half an hour, leaflets were being drafted, posters were being arranged. Demarque, of course, accepted the nomination - like a soldier accepting a new post. Nobody was prepared for Javivaenta’s next move.

* * * *


The bodies weren’t even completely counted yet, much less recognised. Senator Javivalenta was already there, on the smoking debris of the train, film cameras trained upon her.

Comrades! Allaneans!

This vile act of violence - this assassination - was done for one reason and one reason only! Those evil people wanted to remove Comrade Sterling - a moderate and civilised advocate of the cause of the working man! This is yet another proof of the danger of right-wing extremism - the danger Allanea is to cope with if she is to survive!

The flashes of dozens of lens gave her eyes a sick new glare. Or maybe it was there already?

Today, I am forced to introduce a new force, a new measure, for the protection of workers’ advocates. As I speak, groups of armed volunteers - the P-Squads - are unloading in the harbour in port Allanea. Be sure - we will make Allanea safe! No right-wing extremists, no matter how many, will slow down or impede the will of the working people of Allanea!

And indeed - row after row of men in traditional Hashi clothing, their heads shaved bald, carrying FAL rifles with fixed bayonets were descending off several vessels in the port, singing as they marched through the streets:

No Saviours from on high deliver,
No faith have we in prince or peer.
Our own right hand the chains of must shiver,
Chains of hatred, of greed and fear.
Ere the thieves will out with their booty
And to all give a happier lot,
Each at the forge must do his duty,
And strike the iron while it's hot!

* * * *

With several major Democrat politicians dead, voters began dumping the Democratic ship in favor of the PEF -and the proverbial sympathy vote didn’t help, either. The poll numbers were unbelievable:

Party of Allanea: 40%
Union Party: 25%
People’s Equality Front: 20%
Democrats: 15%

Of course, Javivalenta was assured of her victory - she didn’t expect most of those who voted for right-wing parties to actually care to vote. Allanea’s traditional voter apathy, she knew, would carry the day.

The PEF's latest move was immediately countered. Emperor Napoleon ordered the AVF to post themselves near every outpost of the PEF volunteer force, except for every PEF man, there were two of the AVF. The Imperial Guard's Foreign Legion, also composed of Allaneans, stood close by in support at all times.

The Halladi Merchant vessel Stoic was docked by tug boats in Port-Allanea. On the vessel were books and other literature, over five hundred thousand pieces of literature. They included all of the basic communist literature, like the Communist Manifesto and Das Kapital, and books and essays by Lenin, Trotsky, and various Halladi socialist leaders.

But the ship was also carrying other cargo. Stoic carried several hundred volunteers from the Halladi Workers' and Peasants' Army, also known as the People's Militia. This was a non-violant mission, of course, but they were permitted to bring their weapons with them. Men had HAR-1A assualt rifles, mostly, but some had AK-47s or 74s or even heavy machine guns and RPGs.

The men exited the ship once it docked, bringing with them a fair number of books and several tables. They found a nice location, set up the tables, put the books down and began offering them to people.

"Learn what it means to be a proletarian, read the Communist Manifesto today! Enlighten yourself to the evils of Capitalism with Lenin's essay 'Imperialism: the Highest State of Capitalism'!" They shouted, naming of book after book and essay after essay.

George Nader was a beat cop patrolling the Port-Allanea Harbor - one of many. Right now, he noticed a ship come into port- and dozens of men disembark and begin, immediately, in strange activity. The port of registration inscribed on the side of the boat was some foreign place, and the name of the ship was written in Arabic. The flag was that of Hallad - the red of communist revolution. That was surprising to the officer - he knew that Hallad was at was with Allanea.

He got out of his cruiser and began to approach the disembarking Halladi, his hand on his Ruger GP-100 revolver, flashing the silver star-shaped badge on his clothing - the note of an Allanean police officer. "Excuse me, Sir? Your visa papers, please?"

John Bolton Ground Forces facility, Allanea, State of Hestonia.

'40,000 in various militia groups aswell as the Freikorps proper, most of which has some form of transport, armour, hell we have some attack helicopters and aircraft that we, ahem, "borrowed" from the Jefferson airbase when we aquired it. Safety my ass.' muttered a man with more stars than headboard.
'Free Allanea.'
'What?'
'We can keep the P-squads out and create our own nation, a lot of the infastructure is already here thanks to the Midlonians, I doubt the FreiKorps would be so organized if it wasn't for the Midlonian "advisors" keeping us supplied with ration packs.'
A MkIII Devil's Cry Heavy Artillery Tracked System (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v160/Midlonia/Devilscrymk3.png) dominated the base, a house of breeze blocs was rapidly being put up around it as it sat silent, a skeleton crew of Midlonians, their uniform (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v160/Midlonia/Characters%20and%20Soldiers/MidlonianSoldier.gif) being the thing that instantly set them apart was talking to a larger group of Allaneans, each with their own, rather unique uniform, some had helmets that had been "liberated" from Midlonian Surplus, some were wearing Baseball caps smothered in tar, they were being instructed on how to work the thing, a process that had been rapidly sped up due to the P-sqads arriving.

Commander Jeremy Oroton sighed, as commander of the Freikorps it was now his job to keep these men, or Allanea, alive.
'What about the Free Allanea corps?'
'Those are around 100,000 strong, and those are the guys who are being roatated out to be stationed elsewhere.' he adie muttered.
'We could always keep them here if you preffer.' quipped Montgomery as he stepped out of the shadows.
'Good greif General you gave me a fright.'
'They're not allowed to fight the P-squads, if they go to the extreme of landing troops, then I shall let you use them as you want, untill then I suggest that you use your people wisely.'
'Yes yes.' muttered Oroton
'Well, as the leader of Free Allanea you should use people wisely.'
Oroton turned, sighed and walked back inside the small concrete bunker he had taken on as his command centre, ment bustled around with yet more "liberated" Midlonian surplus, these being mostly vox-caster sets for coded liason, the flag of Free Allanea (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v160/Midlonia/Characters%20and%20Soldiers/FreeAllanea.gif) hung on one of the walls, the newly stencilled letters were still a tiny bit tacky to the touch.
one of the orderlies ran over to the commander and shoved a peice of paper in his hands.

Oroton read, it then muttered 'So it begins.'

The officer smiled, not removing his hand from the revolver, of course.

"Show them to me, please"

"Visa? Well, I have my passport. Why would I need a visa to come here?" The Halladi answered, getting his his passport out of a backpack."Perhaps you'd like the speak to the Captain? I'm sure we can get this all cleared up. We're just here to sell books, after all."

The officer paused in shock as he looked at the Halladi passport.

"Because that's the law. And as far as I can discern, you are an illegal immigrant from a nation that's legally in a state of war with Allanea.

I will be detaining on suspicion of illegal border crossing, conspiracy to commit illegal border crossing, and smuggling of goods from a nation at war with the United States. Your fellows here, too."

"What?" He exclaimed, several other comrades walking over to him.

They asked what the problem.

"We're not at war with Allanea, you must be mistake. I never voted on any war against Allanea, and referendums are required for a declaration of war in Hallad!"

"Nor have I." Another man said, and many others repeated that.

"Listen, comrade, I quite sure you're mistaken. We come here with books, some people have brought there guns because of your gun laws - which are quite different in Hallad - and we've given you our passports. Now, comrade, Hallad has never been at war with Allanea. If this is some crazy trick scare us away, well then I'm going to report your actions to your superiors."

The officer shrugged. If those people wanted to play dumb, it was their right. He, on the other hand, had no such intent. He reached for the cellphone.

"HQ, this is K-4. I neeed help. Cargo hold full of illegal immigrant suspects, possibly armed, I need transportation, I need back-up and I need aerial support."

"This guy's insane..." Said the man the policemen had approached, in arabic.

"We're not trying to move here! We're visiting!" He said in english.

"And?" - replied the officer. Somewhere, he knew, dozens of people were grabbing rifles and running to their vans, helicopters, ATV's. He was supported. He was safe. "You need a visa from the INS to visit here. Understand, savage? Vi-sa! Now put you hands where I can see 'em and turn against the wall!"

He drew his revolver in a threatening motion.

OOC: I see how it is -- fine, just ignore my letter.
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Neupanzer Corporation Factory, Allanea

Neupanzer Factory 0863 in Allanea was set up during the first Greater Prussian intervention and reconstruction of Allanea, quite some time ago. The Neupanzer company was the main supplier of armored weapons for Derscon, and had an...understanding...with the Dersconi government. This specific factory was set up as a training camp for black operatives of the First Chief Directorate of the Dersconi MSS, but it also rolled out decent Scorpion-class family of tanks -- specifically the Scorpion III.

Out on Bay Three, huge lines of Scorpion III tanks were just sitting there, waiting to be shipped off to GPM for usage. A diplomatic courier from the Dersconi Embassy walked passed the huge lines of tanks and walked into the executive building, up to the top floor, and into the factory manager's office. The factory manager looked up and was surprised to see the courier.

"Oh, hello. What can I do for you?" The courier opened the diplomatic pouch and handed him the letter sealed in wax with the coat of arms of the Royal Family, and left to return to the embassy for a drink and a nap, his duty serving the Czar done.

The manager opened the letter, and read it twice, after getting over the shock.

Manager, Factory 0863: Neupanzer Co.

Should an inquiry be made by a represenative of Emperor Napoleon IV or President Kazansky about recieving tanks, you are to offer full cooperation and deliver them.

Also, please inform your co-manager to activate his line as to speed up the process of construction.

God Bless,

Sergey Golovko
Minister of State Security

The factory manager called up the "co-manager" of the factory to his office, and five minutes later, he was there. He simply showed the "co-manager" the letter, and after scanning it, he handed it back.

"Okay, thank you for notifying me." The manager nodded and the "co-manager" left the office, preparing to get his men to suit up and start working.

Several men clentched their guns, feeling nervous with the revolver out.

"Umm, you can see our hands." The lead man said. "Listen, comrade, you've done a great job pretending that we've done anything illegal, but honestly, we're not leaving. It's the right of the people to read the literature we've brought here. So, just, just go away."

The police officer blinked incredulously at the men who increase their grip on their weapon instead of dropping them on the ground immediately. Sh*t. Sh*t. He knew at that moment that he would need some way he could pull time until the police helicopters arrived. Why does this stuff have to happen on my shift?

"Okay," - he jerked the revolver toward the man who seemed to him most dangerous. "When I say, get your hands where I can see them, that kind of includes dropping your weapons. Put the gun down man. PUT IT DOWN I SAY!!"

"I thought the gun laws were supposed to be non-existant here?" One man said.

"I thought so, too." Another said.

The lead man spoke. "Comrade there's no need to yell."

He turned to his comrades, and spoke in arabic. "Ignore him."

Several men attempted to pass by the officer, others went back toward the ship.

The deputy did the only thing that he could reasonably be expected to do. With a swift, fluid motion, he drew a can of tear gas - or rather, bear-rated pepper spray - and used it on the nearest Halladi.

"When I say you're under arrest, you're under arrest you bloody commie!" - he shouted.

The man was hit in the eyes and immediatly put his hands over his eyes, while cursing. A dozen guns were raised at the policeman.

"Perhaps you should put your gun down, comrade." One man said.

George Nader paled - but only slightly. He thought of his wife, of her smile, of her eyes... and of the SWAT helicopters, probably just getting off their launch pads somewhere far away - too late, as usual. He made a step backwards, putting his police cruiser between himself and the Communists. Then, he moved his handgun slightly, unnoticable. The sights focused on the chin of one of the Halladis. For Nader, the man's head blurred out for a moment as he focused on the front sight.

"I am giving you your last opportunity. Give up or you will not be hurt."

"Please, comrade, we're not here to hurt anyone, and not I, or any of my comrades here, want to kill you. But, honestly, if you start shooting, we'll start shooting. All we came here to do was give away books for free. Why is that a crime?" One man said, eliquently.

'For the last time, you're illegally on Allanean soil. It's a crime because you need a freaking visa to get here - and Allanea is legally in a state of war with you nation. Surrender and you won't be hurt." - he said for the time, moving his revolver from one target to another.

"And for the last time Hallad and Allanea have never been at war! And, comrade, just why would we need visas? I've never once been to a nation which I need a visa to enter, and some where I didn't even need my passport!" The lead man said.

The M113’s in a ghastly yellow wheeled around the corner, a single George Bush MkII clanked around after them.
The gunners whooped over their comms as the two .50 caliber MG’s opened up with hearty thump thump thump.
The tank, painted bright green, lowered its gun, and turned its turret towards the Halladi ship, aimed below the waterline, fired, turned its turret slightly, fired and continued to do this along the side of the ship.

Out of the M113’s leapt 10 men to each vehicle, each carrying a bewildering amount of weapons, they soon began to fire onto the crowd of hapless Halladi’s with a seemingly evil glee.

One soldier ran across to the squad car and nodded to the officer.
‘Afternoon Sergeant, thought you could do with some help against the commies here, oh by the way, it’s customary to turn off your radio when you’re not meant to be using it.’
The man tapped the grilled box on the officer’s breast pocket before firing his STG-77 over the bonnet of the squadcar.

Men ran in every direction, firing off bursts bullets. The men infront of the squad car were mowed down, The ship began to rumble and men ran off it, only to be shot down. Some men put up resistance, but crewmen jumped off into the water. The ship began to slowly creep into the water.

As Nader dropped to the ground, he saw Allaneans and Halladi fall to the ground. He fired off three rounds at the feet of the people running towards the ship hoping that at least on the of them would be stopped. Gonna need to ask the darn commies some questions when this over, - he thought.

From beyond the piles of cargo containers standing in the docks appeared the long-expected help, the two SWAT helicopters, painted jet-black, their rotors glittering in the sun. One whizzed past the docks, strafing the Halladi with a short burst of machinegun fire. The other hovered momentarily over the ship, dropping two tear-gas bombs onto its deck. Then the loudspeaker was turned on.

This is Senior Captain Robert Maverick, PAPD. You’re outnumbered and outgunned and there are warships in this harbor. Surrender before it’s too late. I guarantee you will not be hurt if you do so.

Of course, he added calmly, If you don’t surrender, I equally guarantee that you will be hurt


Even as Maverick spoke those words, he saw a man with an AK-47 run across the deck of the Stoic, apparently trying to shoot at someone or something, despite the tear gas. In a quarter of a second, the Captain drew a compensated race gun - a Kimber Olympic in .40S&W - and fired three times, snuffing the man’s life out like a candle.

Many men had no idea what to do. Most were dropping their weapons, and crew from the interior of the ship were comming out holding their hands up. Most men had dropped their weapons. The voice of the Captain of the Stoic came on over the deck intercom.

"Comrades! Throw down your arms before more lives are lost!"

With that the gun fire died down. The deck was covered in blood, and cries could be heard from all around. Most of the militia men were young, straight out of college with no military training. They were confused, injured, and calling out to Allah or their loved ones.

The Captain came out of the bridge, onto the deck.

"What is the meaning of this waste of human life?!" He bellowed. "I demand answers!"

You are under arrest for illegal crossing Allanean borders, resisting lawful arrest, attacking police officers. Please keep your hands in the air as SWAT officers come down aboard to detain you.

Slowly, slowly, the helicopter began to descend.

* * * * * *

Somewhere far away, Vittorio Sattorini was speaking to a worker's rally - three thousand men, striking workers of an Allanean Arms, Inc. factory. Neither he nor the workers knew what was happening.

Yet.

"That's a lie!" One man called out. "Your men fired at us! It was self defense, damn it!"

"Quiet, comrade." Said the Captain, in arabic. "Don't let these Capitalist bastards twist our words and actions any further."

Halladis moved aside, allowing the helicopter to land.

With swift, fluid motions, Allaneans rushed from the helicopter, to proceed with the normal handcuffing and Mirandizing process.

"You have the right to remain silent. Everything you say can, and will, be used against you in court."

"You have the right to remain silent."

"You have the right..."

Again and again, quick, blunt, and abrupt, the sentences came - turning citizens into suspects, free men into arrestees. But even as the Allanean police officers did their job, they did not know they were betrayed.

PAPD Headquarters

Petr Morozov blinked in disbelief as he watched the massacre through the onboard camera of the other chopper. As he watched, second after second, he knew he had to do something very illegal - but to him, very right. He reached for his cell phone.

"Hello. Can someone tell Comrade Santorini that..."

"The Office of the Premier, how may I help you?" Answered a female voice.

"I need to speak to comrade Muhammad." A man said. "I've been arrested."

"I'm sorry, but the Premier does not take phone calls objecting to arrests, you should contact the Commissariat of Justice."

"No, no. I'm in Hallad. I'm a Halladi citizen, I was arrested in Allanea."

"Please hold, comrade."

There was a pause.

"Salutations, comrade." Said a masculine, but young voice. "This is Hasan Muhammad. What exactly is the problem?"

"Comrade, I'm very sorry to disturb you, but this is very important. I'm a member of the Workers' and Peasants' Army, and I volunteered for a assignment in Allanea. We were to escort books, communist literature, to Allanea, and then distribute them."

"Yes, I remember the C.o.W. talking about that."

"We arrived in Allanea, but it's all gone horribly wrong. Comrade, atleast a hundred of us are dead! Plus more men from the Stoic, the ship we travelled on! They claimed we were illegal immigrants then opened fire on us! Please, you've got to help us comrade."

"Comrade, calm down, clam down! Alright, I'll, umm, see what I can do. Contact the Allanean government, and such. Comrade, please, have someone call the Halladi News Network, give them the details.

"Thank you, comrade!"

* * *

Halladi News Network

Halladis Massacred In Allanea

Port-Allanea - Yesterday in the Allanean capital, Port-Allanea, the Halladi merchant vessel Stoic pulled into port. Its cargo was over 500,000 copies of various communist literature. Escorting it were some 200 men of the Workers' and Peasants' Army, who were on a non-violant mission to distribute the literature free of charge to Allaneans. When these men got off the Halladi merhcant vessel they had no idea what would ensue.

Atleast twenty-five militiamen were killed when Allaneans opened fire on the Halladis, claiming they were "illegal immigrants" and making the outragous claim that Allanea and Hallad are in a state of war against each other. Atleast fifty more militiamen were wounded, along with over sixty crewman from the Stoic. A reported fifteen crewmen from the Stoic were killed. However, all of these numbers are unofficial.

Many men called Premier Hasan Muhammad from their prison cell, explaining what had happened, his advice to them was to stand in solidarity and contact HNN. Many Stoic crewmen contacted Halladi Merchants United and informed them of the damage delt to the ship.

The following men are presumed dead...

Star Office

"Oh, Christ," Alexei sighed, when he saw the Halladi broadcast. After that statement, he simply picked up the phone.

PERSON: Field Marshal Wellesley.

CZAR: This is Alexei.

WELLESLEY: Hallad?

CZAR: Yes. Please go to an advanced state of readiness. Do not mobilize. I'm
not liking where this is going.

WELLESLEY: Yes, sir.

Two hours later, the First Imperial Corps was in an advanced state of readiness, training profusely. Not quite mobilized, but prepared to do so in the blink of an eye.

It was clear the Dersconi government (which consisted of the Czar) had bad fears about the battle in the Allanean port.

Official Declaration of War Against the United States of Allanea

The United States of Allanea has committed the unthinkable against the Halladi Workers' Republic. Although official numbers have no been released, it can be assumed that atleast eighty Halladis are dead. Eighty Halladis on a mission to give away literature to Allaneans. And for their attempts to educate the Allanean people they were massacred.

With the support of the Halladi people, 99% of whom voted for war, we shall avenge our fallen comrades. As of 10:00 PM Halladi Time, all troops are to report for active duty. All soldiers are to begin mobilizations. The Workers' and Peasants Army is to be on stand-by, should Allaneans make more agressive acts against Hallad, namely the mainland.

But, we shall not go into this endevour alone. We call upon our allies, our comrades, our friends to support our actions diplomatically or with ships and troops. Comrades, we ask for you to not allow those brave Halladis to have died in vain. Their mission was peaceful, but now we shall move in with force.

Premier Hasan Muhammad
People's Spokesperson Omar Wadi
People's Commissar of War, Jabir Yusuf

* * *

TO: Grand Chancellor Sergei Ilyanov, the Island of Rose
FROM: Premier Hasan Muhammad, Halladi Workers' Republic
SUBJECT: Blockade of Allanea

Comrade,

I need your help, Sergei. The Halladi navy does not have the compacity blockade Allanea on its own. Your nation, being such a naval power, is a nessacery part of our plan for defeating Allanea without huge cassualties. Comrade, in doing this, we will fully recognize the Rosian government in the future, no matter which party is in power.

In Solidarity,
Hasan Muhammad
Premier of the Halladi Workers' Republic

The Republic will offer any aid our Halladi friends request. Just say the word and our men will do what they can to assist you in the amortization of your Allean foes. Our troops stand ready.

Minister of War
Rudolph Yaomu

To: Premier Hasan Muhammad, Halladi Workers' Republic
From: Grand Chancellor Sergei Ilyanov, The Imperial Union

Ah Comrade, it's been a long time since you have contacted me. Do not
worry, we will aid you. Of course, there might be a problem. The Imperial
Armed Forces is currently undergoing massive refits. So unfortunately, the
Army will not be able to participate as much.

As for the Imperial Armada, well, the shipyards are designing new ships and
are currently retiring old models and sending them to the scrap heap. But,
we can assemble a Combined Fleet of about one hundred or two hundred
ships. But do not worry Comrade, we will assist you in the blockade, you
already know how good the Armada is.

Now, after this I'd like to talk about some oil. Heh heh.
Grand Chancellor Sergei Ilyanov
The Imperial Union of The Island of Rose

Worker's Rights Rally, Port-Allanea

Vittorio Sattorini screamed out his speech, the huge crowd screaming in exultation. "Those vile capitalists are massacring your fellow workers even as we speak! The Halladi comrades are dying! The true friends of Allanea are dying! Not for any crime! But for offering you! And your friends! And Families! A helping hand! We need to fix that! We need to avenge them! We need to restore justice!"

And the crowd chanted in a blind paroxysm of hatred:

"P-E-F! P-E-F! P-E-F!"

Seat of the Allanean Supreme Court

Justice Allen Brown was a deeply religious man - the kind of man Napoleon IV would appoint. And in all truly hard situations, he would pray to God for guidance. Only then, he would achieve a decision.

He screamed at his fellow judges as he waved a sheet of paper in front of them.

"Listen! Listen to this!

'Nationalization of our national resources...' - what, have they forgotten entirely about limits on their power?! Of private property?

'A publicly owned giant power system' - I am not even going there!

"Increase of taxation on high income levels, of corporation taxes and estate taxes..." - there's a special Constitutional amendment prohibiting that in Allanea, for a reason!"

"So what do you want us to do?"- replied one of the other judges in surprise.

He shrugged. "Well, you see, a private person may advocate whatever he likes. A government official is bound by oath to protect the Constitution. To advocate this for Javivalenta is an act of treason."

Port-Allanea North-East Peace Court

"Your honour," - asked the police officer, "it's illegal in Allanea for any foreign government to intervene in our election campaigns. It's further illegal to cross our border without a visa - and to conspire to help these things is a crime. While the evidence so far is not enough to convict, I think it points to the fact some high-ups in the Socialist party are guilty of cooperation with those people. I need a search warrant on their headquarters."

"Granted."

To: President Vincente Lamma
From: Emperor Napoleon IV

President Lamma,

You may be able to tell that I had sensed things would be going badly one way or another by the number of Imperial Guardsmen that are now on your shores.
I can assure you that you have the full support of the Greater Prussian Empire and all her armed forces as well as any forces in Allanea which I myself could exercize immediate control over.
An Armada is heading your way and is escorting a goodly number of troop ships. These ships carry officers of the Greater Prussian Imperial Army, Imperial Guard, and Imperial Marines. A goodly number of Gendarmes are also on their way to assist you with the task of keeping order at home.
I stand with Allanea.

His Imperial Highness,

Napoleon IV
Emperor of Greater Prussia
King of Reichskamphen
King of Russapovia
Lord High Protector of Scotta
King of Allanea
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The AVF and the Imperial Guard's Foreign Legion had taken up most of the old Allanean Army and employed them thanks to the Emperor's help, and now it would be cheifly they which defended Allanea against the Mohammadan aggressors.

Already, orders had been passed down to prepare for something very large. AVF units, especially those that stood opposite the PEF Militia, staring them down, were put on high alert. They were expecting to recieve orders to attack at any time.

"Comrades!" - screamed Vittori - "Our Halladi Comrades have not died in vain! We will avenge them! Let us go! And destroy the capitalists! And bring freedom to our brother workers! Let us bring freedom and equality to Allanea!"

As he spoke, the enraged crowd streamed around him and down the street - where the former Libertarian Party campaign headquarters once stood. Now it was an office of the Allanean Party - though paid and staffed by the LNC. "We will destroy the Capitalists and their lackeys! We will seize the factories and the trains! We will feed the starving people of Allanea!" -Vittori knew that in Port-Allanea and the big cities, the socialists had the majority - even while they didn’t have it in the overall population. This, he hoped, would allow his Front to control the natoin. And he knew - unlike the workers and strikers in the crowd before him, that this group wasn’t alone.

* * *
Taggart Transcontinental Terminal, Port-Allanea

Javivalenta looked calmly as armed P-Squad troops broke out of several trucks at the entrance to the terminal, opening fire immediately at the two guards at the entrance, overtaking them by offensive fire. As the P-Squads struck where they were lest expected, they were not met by serious resistance. Within ten minutes, the main passenger train artery of Port-Allanea was cut.

* * *

Former Libertarian Party Headquarters, Port-Allanea

Leonard Heinlein looked in shock as the street below him became filled with people screaming - "Death! Death! Death to the capitalist oppressors!" - As the riot approach, more and more people added to it. Workers, college students, bums were all in large supply, with some already waving weapons or brick in the air. As the first of those slammed through a window of the Headquarters, Heinlein, the Security Officer of the institution, knew he needed to act fast. In a flash of motion, he grabbed for his revolver and fired it outside at the approaching ground, screaming a single word just as Molotov cocktails flew through the air, shattering uselessly agaisnt the marble:

lLife!

The crow lurched like a sick beast, a man with a pierced, bloody worker’s blouse fell to the ground - just as one of Leonard’s co-workers came to his aid. The man, one of the lobby guards at the headquarters, did not play around. Bursts of fire were heard as one of them scread uot as he mowed down two rioters brave enough to break into the lobby:

Property!

And one the roof, a few men where already removing the covers from one of the main weapons at the HQ, an old Gattling machine-gun made by General Electric. A shot - and a man fell, washing the bloodied contraption with his blood. Then another one fell off the roof, hitting the steep wall several times as he went over. And finally, the barrels of the machine began spinning, spraying the crowd with red, hot, spinning lead, as one of the men screamed:

Liberty!

'...ot in progress at the former libertarian headquaters, aswell as P-squad cars making an attempt at knocking out our freight line into PA.' crackled the vox-link.
'Get the watercannon unit and one of our security squads in there to break it up, all other security forces are to shoot P-squads on sight, is that understood?' Washington barked.
'Understood sir.'
'And get me one of our best shooters, ok?'
'Understood sir.'

The voluminous Yellow watercannon roared into life, the squad of 6 clinging onto the outside of the vehicle, weapons in one hand cheering.

Port-Allanea dockland, Midlonian railyard.
'P-Squad!' yelled an 18 year old as he pulled the trigger on his Dragunov sniper rifle, hitting the radiator of the Squadcar, causing it to slew to a stop.
Three other men were on this side of the large railyard, one of those hefted a .30 calibure Browning Machine gun, leaning it on a flatbed truck he pulled the trigger sending a spitting, searing line of bullets at the P-squadmen, who dive out of the way into cover.
'Persistent bastards, this is the, what? The fith lot today?' Yelled the machine gunner as he fired another burst away into the squadmen.
'Hell yeah!' screamed the sniper as he shot the driver who was still in the car, fooling himself that the car would stop bullets.
The other two, one man, one woman both held SMG's as they ran around the flank of the squad, a few short bursts later, the P-squad was no more.

Taggart Transcontinental Terminal, Port-Allanea


"Go! Go! Go!" - another man ran up to the Taggart Transcontinental railcars and grabbed the doors, hanging on the outside of the train as it started moving, jam-packed with people - Allanea party functionaries and their families, capitalists, and just ordinary people trying to escape the horror that Port-Allanea - and all of the country’s major cities - became. The news screens were filled with horrors. Armed clashes between P-Squads and the AVF, pogroms, burning banks, opened-up prisons - in a strange move, Javivalenta’s people have already opened up three supermaximum facilities - letting thousands of convicted criminals on the loose.

Joshua Pilkington shouldered his submachinegun, spraying three P-Squad fighters with a stream of lead. The crowd behind them receded for a few seconds, allowing him to reload the weapon. He turned to his comrade.

"So it’s over?"

The other man nodded sadly as the last train left the station. "Yes. It is. My family is on that one."

Pilkington shrugged. "Don’t have one. Careful! Here they come!"

A veritable human wave washed across the entrance steps of the station, filling it with more people than Joshua and his friend could possibly shoot down. From the entrance of the Main Terminal Office, a machine-gun rang out, mowing down dozens of people, but the crowd simply washed it all over like a giant Tsunami wave.

Pilkington felt several hands grab him. He pulled the trigger instinctively, turning the face of a man just inches away from him into bloodied pulp. Then he felt the ground give below his feet and come up towards his skull. Then he felt nothing.

Above the raging crowd, on the TV screens hanging in the Terminal, was the face of Javivalenta, delighting in her victory.

"Even now as I speak, the workers are in control of most major cities and media centers. Only a few isolated pockets where the ruthless capitalist foe…"

Kazansky’s office, Port-Allanea

He cursed terribly as he fired a revolver at the crowds assembled below. Three shots, focused on one P-Squadman. "Two to the chest, one to the head", he recited mentally, "Guaranteed to make a man dead." He turned to Angela.

"What the hell are you still doing here, young lady?! There’s a chopper on the roof, go for it!"

"But, Mr. President…"

"Go! I’ll be right behind you!"

As she rushed out of the room, he fired off three more rounds and left, too. Behind him, a small incendiary device was left under the table, the timer clock ticking down to zero..

A few minutes later he was already on the helicopter, flying above the burning city. From time to time, the onboard machine-guns would cut loose on a P-Squad or riot, but to no avail. In the helicopter, Alexander Kazansky was typing furiously.

To: Emperor Napoleon IV
From: Alexander Kazansky
Subj: Revolt and Sedition

Your Majesty!

It seems that the cities of mainland Allanea are enveloped in riot and socialist violent filth. I recommend that at current military violence be limited to evacuate the innocent, as the needless casualties that would have to result if we had started a door-to-door conflict in the cities would be too high. I further recommend that we use the non-mainland states, in particular what is normally known as the Old South as a basis for a resistance campaign, aimed at disrupting supplies to the cities and overthrowing the regime. I believe further that after this is over, a campaign of extreme de-urbanisation may unfortunately be in order.

Yours,
Alexander Kazansky

To: Mr. Murphy, Surveyor-General of the United States
From: Alexander Kazansky
Subj: Revolt and Sedition

Dear Sir!

As you already know, the big cities of mainland Allanea are already in chaos - which will now descend on the ongoing path into Socialist tyranny. I am returning to my farm, and I have evacuated Ms. Murphy from the city - along with several thousand opposition members. It seems that the situation is currently out of control. There are no longer an Allanea-Party or a Union Party. There’s only the PEF - and everybody else. As one of my favorite Old Common Era statesmen wrote: "there is no left or right, only up or down: up to the ultimate in individual freedom consistent with law and order or down to the ant-heap of totalitarianism."

Yours,
Alexander Kazansky

'Withdraw! Withdraw!' screamed "The Captain" as he waved at his men from one of the large helicopters that was having equipment and men piled onto it. Yelling and waving the 1911 .45 pistol he watched in horror as a wave of human bodies, literally a wave came running down the street, some were out ahead and screaming "Save me!" some made it through the chopping lines of the PK machineguns.
Some were torn apart, limb from limb by the mob.
A pair of Apache helicopters thundered over ahead, spraying the road infront with cannon fire, halting the crowd.

Time, buying time, always expensive.

'Withdraw!' he screamed again as the large helicopter took off and another took its place.
He suddenly felt a dull pain in his shoulder and rubbed it, when his hand came away they were covered in blood.
'Sunofa.' he muttered, then staggered over to the chopper, he was helped onboard then rushed at by medics.
The Machine gunners got on board and the chopper rocked as it took off.
The Apache's turned tail and fled.

The Freikorps were now retreating to Hestonia, where they hoped more people who had been chased at had fled to by any means possible.

With daily rallies in Hallad demanding immediate action, the government finnally reacted... again. This time, with troops already mobilized, the order was given for two divisions of the Airborne Corps to board their transports, 200 An-124 Condor and 400 An-225 Cossack. They were to make their way to Psov with a massive escort.

* * *

TO: Master Pilot Abdul Bin-Hashim
FROM: Jabir Yusuf, C.o.W.
SUBJ: Re: Task Force

400 S-37 Berkut
400 Su-37 Terminator
800 MiG-28 Flounder A
800 MiG-2000 Light Fighter Initiative
1,000 Su-36 Imperator A
200 Tu-95 Bear Strategic Bombers
200 Tu-160 Blackjack Stealth Bombers
200 T-60S Bombers
200 Tu-22ME Backfire

Once you have arrived in Psov, we will send you additional helicopters for your AirMobile. Lead them well.

Best of luck,
Jabir Yusuf
People's Commissar of War

* * *

Twenty thousand men, whose mission was simply to secure the Edolian occupied terriroty Axackal, were on their way to the temportary base of operations in Psov. However, the elderly Commissar of War was not finished showing off the power Hallad had over Allanea. As if negotiations with the Island of Rose had no gone well enough, with the Rosians sending 250 ships to blackade Allanea, the entire Halladi Red Navy was to blockade Allanea with the Rosians. Admiral Dahab Farah, a woman in her fifties and veteran of the Red Navy, was put in supreme command of the Halladi Expidtionary Fleet.

"Err.... so we're attacking a crazed gunnut patriotic society, Sir?"

"Doesn't it remind you of home?"

The 1st Combined Fleet. It consisted of ten BattleFleets, hastily, but properly, put together for the sole mission of blockading the United States of Allanea. It numbered two hundred and fifty ships, minus the minor logistic ships involved. The man in charge of this was Grand Admiral (for that is the rank of a man in charge of a Combined Fleet) Franz von Gadoriv, a middle aged man, maybe in his forties. He was German, as you could've told from his name, and he sported his white Admiral uniform proudly. On his chest were medals, probably from previous campaigns. He was a tired man, about to retire soon. He considered this his last mission, he was happy about it too. A simple blockade, you couldn't screw that up eh? Plus he had a wife and kids at home (of course) so you might as well come back alive.

His Flagship was the proud IRS Presidential, the original Command Ship of the United Imperial Armada, as purchased by Hamptonshire Defense Corporation. Then again, all the ships were Hamptonian, though we never said the ships were bad, of course. They're not just... Rosian. Of course this would change, soon.

Now the 1st Combined Fleet of the Imperial Union was just outside Halladi waters. Approaching from the South, because approaching from the North would be redundant because the Island has very nice weather which means that they are probably located near the equator, but that's besides the point. Now, they had to rest. And well, Hallad was a great resting place. The Admiral looked out towards the Halladi coast via his very large window. He smirked. "Are the satellites ready?"

"Yes Admiral."

Rosian satellites in space aligned for this, the one thing the Grand Admiral has always wanted to do. Radio waves from space towards Hallad went, yup. And now, all over the provinces of mainland Hallad, radio shows, TV shows, anything electronic was interrupted. A few seconds later, it appeared. Satellite footage (which looked like plane footage) of the Combined Fleet heading towards the Halladi coast. It looked like one of those vintage WWII naval films... but of higher quality... and Hamptonian ships. They were in a standard formation, small ships on front, the big boy in the center with the IRS Presidential in the complete center. And in the background of this clear display of Naval superiority, the Imperial March (you know that John Williams song) played in the background.

After three minutes it was over, and the Admiral sent a short message.

To: The Commissariat of War
From: Grand Admiral Franz von Gadoriv

To be short about it, I need a few ports to rest the fleet and refuel. The
only reason we're here is to coordinate the blockade and operation with you,
oh and, sorry about the distraction.
Grand Admiral Franz von Gadoriv
The 1st Combined Fleet of the United Imperial Armada

The three minutes the transmissions were hijacked were confusing. Teens were confused, and missing out on their Reel Big Fish music videos. College students were confused, and missing out on quality educational programing. And the old people had their news programs interupted. Well, most pople just staired at the television asking themselves, "Hmm... is that the Red Navy?"

TO: Grand Admiral Franz von Gadoriv
FROM: Jabir Yusuf, C.o.W.
SUBJ: Re: refitting.

Comrades, please move into the following naval bases [map enclosed]. They will refuel and refit your vessels. Also, your sailors are welcome to take time off in Hallad.

Comradely,
Jabir Yusuf
People's Commissar of War
Halladi Workers' Republic

OOC: I'm taking a few liberties, I understand. If you think it's too outlandishly godmodeing, I'll remove it, but really, it won't change much.
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Third Chief Directorate, Ministry of State Security

"Jesus Christ," one computer nerd muttered. "We need better computers." Now, granted, Third Chief Directorate was what the National Security Agency was to the now defunct arm of the United States, hence had top-of-the-line computers, but there were a few better, and this computer nerd -- the one who developed Derscon's 1026-bit encryption system -- liked them, and didn't like the fact 3CD didn't have them.

"Well, Craiov, you'll just have to deal with it," his commanding officer said. Some vulgarity was muttered, which the commander did not comprehend or care, and two minutes later: "Got it. Printing now." A few seconds later, the intercepted Halladi transmissions were on the laser jet printer of the commander, who handed them to the man in charge of satellite recon.

"This compare with anything?" The SATNERCOM, the in-house name for the head of Satellite reconaissance (meaning Satellite Nerd Commander), looked over the transmissions, and nodded.

"Yeah. Mostly just confirms a few things. Some of our navy guys took the satellite imagry and plotted out a course of the ships."

"What's the count?"

"Two hundred and fifty, so far." The other man grunted.

"That's bigger than our SuperFleet, damn. Must be some combined stuff."

"Well, I never knew why we have only five overly-large fleets, but that's not my place to judge. Anyways, thanks for the stuff." The commander nodded.

"No problem."
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The Council Room, Kremlin Palace

"Damnit!" the czar shouted when he got word of both the declaration of war and the sea vessal movements. Currently, the Czar was holding an emergency (and very rare) meeting of both the General Staff and the Council of Ministers. "I want all possiblilites on the table to address all problems. First off, what are the major problems?" For that question, Foreign Minister Count Franz von Papen stood to address.

"At the moment, sir, the current problems are: Allanea's citizens being seduced and decieved into believing in socialism, internal armed conflict within Allanea, and the Halladi/TIOR imperialistic coalition."

"Thank you." Franz sat down as Czar Alexei Alexandrovich Andropov XIV turned to the whole table. "Okay, this question is for Charles, and Alyani. How do we solve the socialist problem?" Sit Charles Camille Saint-Saëns, famous composer and Dersconi Minister of Culture, stood up, cleared his throat, and spake. (OOC: That is an awesome word. :D)

"The Allanean people seem to be turning to socialism for the very reason every other group of people have turned to socialism, and the very reason Karl Marx developed Communism -- lack, no, complete abscence of wealth. There are no jobs, and poor conditions, and a virtually non-existant economy right now. Since this was an act of sabatoge to what basically amounted to a framing of capitalism, the sheeple have been led to believe that this is capitalism's fault, so turn to socialism." The Czar nodded, and Sir Charles sat down.

"Okay, we have the why. Now, Alyani, I want the 'how to fix it'." Alyani did not stand up, as he was the oldest one at the table, at a beyond-ripe age of 81.

"Well, it is simple -- give them jobs. If you give them jobs, this will boost the Allanean economy, give people jobs, and lead people away from socialism."

"Okay," the Czar said. "Now, how do we go about this?" Alyani smiled.

"Easy. We did this before. Basically, Dersconi companies place massive orders to Allanean factories, and people will have to make them, and with that come jobs, money, and a better economy. You must have a market to sell to if you want to stay in business. With the market doors not only being flung open, but having them come to the doors via escort, and being led to the throne in the center of the room, the Allanean economy would rise quickly. The problem would be inflation, but it shouldn't be too much of a problem."

"Good. Alyani, I want you to start convincing Dersconi markets to open for the Allaneans, using any means possible." Alyani nodded.

"Absolutely, Alexei."

"Good, that's settled. Not much we can do with the internal armed conflict, so, I want the General Staff to give me some situations to counter the imperialistic actions of the socialists." The commander-in-chief of the Dersconi Imperial Navy, Imperial Admiral Marko Rekjyavich, stood up, and had an aide turn on the holographic imagry in the centre of the table. It displayed the ocean up to the points of Derscon, Allanea, and the TIOR fleet, along with the designated path made by both the MSS and Naval intelligence estimates, interceptions, etc.

"We have found out that the TIOR fleet is going to be refueling at this Halladi port anytime within a day to a few hours. Afterwards, the TIOR fleet of two hundred and fifty ships will then head to the Allanean coast to make a blockade, in order to what basically amounts to the total economic destruction of Allanea. This blockade must be stopped at all costs, or nothing we can do will ever revive the already-shaky Allanean economy."

"There's the understatement of the century," Alyani remarked.

"Anyways," Admiral Rekjyavich continued. "I can mobilize the non-logistical ships of the Dersconi Superfleet within three hours, along with First Fleet's non-logistical ships, if we mobilize them simultaneously. This will put our numbers equal with theirs. We can set them off with the logistical ships back aways, but they can catch up.

"Basically, it is a race of who can get to the Allanean coast faster. Our current estimates place our fleets getting there before the TIOR ships, but only by about five hours." The Czar nodded.

"Excellent."

"Sir, I have a suggestion." The Czar looked over to the voice to find it to be Imperial Sky Marshal Iosef Aerostanov, CinC of the Dersconi Royal Air Force.

"Yes?"

"Well, as Hallad is the one that made the declaration of war, this will be seen by the international community simply as a defensive measure to protect Allanea -- which, in fact, it is." Iosef had a sly smile on his face.

"We don't have time to beat around the bush," the Czar retorted. "Get to the point."

"Oh, sorry sir. My proposal is to send a few squadrons of bombers to wipe out the port when the TIOR ships land. Basically a stage of the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbour. It's worked before, and now we have long range strategic bombers, stealth and all, so it will be a bit less risky." The Czar nodded.

"Okay, so, here's the plan, I'm assuming?: First, the Dersconi fleets will be mobilized in full, and go to a full race towards the Allanean coast. Afterwards, a bombing raid will be done on the port, destroying both the port and at least some of the fleet." Marko and Iosef nodded.

"Good! One more thing -- Wellesley, how's First Corps look?" Sir Arthur Wellesley, Field Marshal and commander of First Corps, nodded.

"Well, I took the liberty to fully mobilize after hearing of the Halladi declaration of war."

"Good. Franz, see if you can arrange First Corps to be dep....no, not yet." He thought a moment. "Well, I'm not sure yet, Arthur, whether to use you to commence an offencive against Hallad or as a defense for Allanea. I'll work it out later."

"Anyways, commanders, I want all of you to issue your orders the moment you leave this room. Marko, tell me the moment you are fully mobilized. I will wait until you are out of port to make the announcement. Dismissed, all of you."
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Dersconi Sentry Islands: Three Hours Later

The final ports set off their attack ships, which were now racing towards Allanea. All of the elevators were activated, and the elevators to the underground dry docks were activated, bringing up the logistical ships, which were fueled, and thirty minutes later out to sea.

Once the final warship left Dersconi Waters, the ATLANTIS Futuristic Sea Defense System was activated, and the Coast Guard was deployed along Dersconi beaches in order to keep ships out of the water, and to keep people from swimming. Off in the distance, you could see the beginning of Second Fleet's mobilization, patrolling just outside Dersconi waters -- in international waters, of course, as to protect itself from ATLANTIS, which didn't have as effective as a FOF detection system as people would like to admit.
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Broadcast to the World

They were currently in the Star Office, the camera on the Czar. With special computer technology, they put the view from the windows opposite the desk behind the Czar, in order to show the towering Andropov Tower and the massive Kremlin Cathedral in the background.

"Greetings, citizens of Derscon, and people of the world.

Not two days ago, the rouge communist nation of Hallad declared war on a faithful ally of Derscon and Greater Prussia, the United States of Allanea. Let me explain to you what really happened.

Upon the illegal arrival of armed Halladi SOLDIERS in an Allanean port, they were questioned and placed under arrest for a number of charges, all of which were true. The Halladi SOLDIERS then proceeded to open fire on the Allaneans, who fired back.

The government of Hallad is using this incident, along with Allanea's current economic trouble, to spark a war of aggression and imperialism against Allanea. Hallad's quest is to lead the Allaneans down the false path of Communism, and force the great nation of Allanea to become nothing more than a vassal for Hallad and his allies to exploit.

The Island of Rose is aiding the rouge and imperialist nation of Hallad, and has sent a fleet of two hundred and fifty ships in order to blockade and possibly invade the nation of Allanea. The Island of Rose, I urge you not to aid Hallad in his imperialistic campaigns. You do not need to condemn yourself in front of the international community by allying yourself to a rouge state, as Hirohito allied himself with Hitler, forever condemning Japan.

As of now, the Protestant Prussian Czardom of Derscon is in an official state of war with the rouge communist state of Hallad. I have ordered the mobilization of the Dersconi Superfleet and First fleet to protect the coast of Allanea from foreign imperialist invaders and blockaders.

*Camera feed goes to a picture of the HMS Appolyon setting off. THe caption at the top depicts "LIVE," even though it is three hours old. Camera returns to Czar*

To the people of Allanea: Derscon stands by you. We are going to use every abvailable resource to allow your nation to recover. Do not be seduced and decieved by the false and empty promises of communism. Rise up against those traitors! Rise up against the invaders! You must all hang together, or you will surely all hang seperately.

Deo Vindice. May God be with us all.

*Camera fades*

"Good Evening Citizens of the Imperium," Imperator Newman said during a regular press conference. "Today, we have received word of the wholesale slaughter of Halladis by Allanean officials on a pier in Allanea. We know that the Halladis had no chance against the Allaneans, who gunned them down where they stood. In direct response to this, New Haven will be deploying five Stovetop-class Aerospace Carriers and their aerospace wings to patrol the skies just outside Allanean territorial waters. The carriers will land in the water and deploy sufficient air power to assist our Halladi allies in dealing with this threat."

"There is another reason we are deploying force: Socialist brothers and sisters in Allanea need our help. We must crush the capitalist serpent in its den where it lies, wounded and bleeding! In its place, we will erect a Socialist country that shall prosper where the Capitalists could not! We shall deliver the Allaneans from their capitalist oppressors! On to glory!"

"On to glory!" The crowd chanted back.

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New Haven Orbital Space

In orbit of New Haven, the Stovetop carriers "Patterson", "Wright", "Lovell", "Grissom" and "Watterson" approached the Hyperspace Gate as they recieved their orders:

"You are to proceed to just outside Allanean territorial waters and project major air power in an effort to put pressure on the current government. Further orders will be issued upon arrival in Haven orbital space."

"Helm, contact the gate and notify them that we are preparing to jump," the Captain of the "Patterson" ordered.

"Gate coming online, window stable and Earth gate homed in."

"Jump!" In a matter of seconds, all five carriers had made the jump to Haven Geosync Space, ready to descend through the atmosphere to begin Operation Aurora Borealis.

United Press International (Headlines Edition)- Breaking News
USF Begins Buildup along North American Border
July 12, New Common Era 203
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Columbus, Ohio- Senior USF military forces have confirmed a massive military buildup along the Ohio River, and in Texas, Oklahoma, Missouri, and East Virginia, in what has been now officially termed "Operation Southern Shield". Although exact numbers have not been disclosed, a USF Theater Command Center, characteristic of any war that the armed forces operate in, has been set up here in Columbus. General Bentley, commander in chief of Operation Southern Shield (CINCOSS), has reportedly stated that "this operation will undergo strict procedure, adhering to the civilian rules of warfare that the armed forces operate in, and will not commense without due warning", reiterating the official stance of Crystal City. In Crystal City, the USF Department of State issued a travel warning banning civilians from going to the United States of Allanea from the United Solaris Federation, and has classified the PEF as a Class II-C state-sponsored terrorist organization, and has issued a formal condemnation against Allanea.

In a related story, the National Assembly of States is beginning to vote on the Unification Act, which is to impose severe trade embargoes on Allanea. Top economists believe that this will severely impact Allanea's economy, since the USF remains one of Allanea's top five trading partners, while not making a major dent in Tiburon's economy. The General Assembly has already voted on the acts by a vote of 184-0, and they are currently undergoing deliberations in the National Representative Organization, where they are expected to pass by a similar margin.

OOC: A helpful map. (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y123/United_Solaris_Federation/namernationstates.jpg)

Official Announcement of Comrade Javivalenta, President Pro-Tempore of the United States of Allanea and General Secretary of the People’s Equality Front

Comrades! Brothers! Halladi and and Islanders!

Even as I speak, the Capitalist regime in Allanea is overthrown. The Worker’s Flag waves proud from the halls of Congress. The People’s Equality Front now controls Allanea in full. We declare our friendship and courtesy to all people of Haven. As a first measure of goodwill we will release our Halladian comrades from imprisonment.

Furthermore, as a means to reduce the economic crisis in Allanea, to produce a means of employment for workers and peasants, to preserve the nation’s environment, and to increase economic stability, we will announce the following democratic and benign measures to improve the state of the Union:

First, to improve the security of the country, a police and defensive force of five hundred thousand P-Squadmen will be created, armed with surplus arms of the Allanean Army. The forty seaborne navy ships that survive the war with the Taraskovyans will be incorporated into that force, as well as the air force.

Second, a one-hundred per cent fuel tax shall be introduced, and the production of all passenger cars with efficiency of less than fifteen miles per gallon will be ceased immediately, as well as spare parts for such vehicles. The production, sale, and transfer of any passenger car with efficiency of less than twenty-five miles per gallon will be taxed at fifty per cent, and driving it within city limits shall be prohibited.

Third, the United States Government will now nationalize all railroads, roads, and airports that are not yet privately owned. The private ownership of any aircraft will be taxed two hundred fifty percent.

Fourth, due to its murderous impact on the health and morality of the Allanean worker, the production of heroin, opium and its products, LSD and PCP will be banned entirely, and the farms where it was grown will be nationalized. We request the aid of the New Haven and Hallad citizens in aiding to combat the terrible drug threat.

Fifth, due to the emergency situation in Alllanea, all Internet use in Allanea will be ceased, and all ISP’s ordered to shut down their services for the duration of the emergency, their costs recouped fully by the Government.

Those are hard choices. But those are choices we have to make. For you. For us all. For Allanea.

Good night, Comrades

The camera snapped off. Javivalenta smiled. She knew that small reforms such as this would create little additional resentment - at the beginning. The city people were on her side, and the others were simply not ready to resist yet - tired of eternal wars, influenced by ANN broadcasts that have long favored at least some of those measures, and mostly simply apathetic - and Allaneans, who have experienced the terror of house-to-house warfare, would not engage in it over the legality of government transaction. The nation was too tired, thought Javivalenta.

Soon, she thought, she would make it young again.

* * * * *

Official Joint Announcement of the Atlantic Island, Hestonia, and Yurka-City State Legislaturesm announced 48 hours later

Due to the oppressive and illegal nature of Javivalenta’s takeover, the evil and anti-constitutional nature of her decisions and the brutality of her disregard towards the rights of the Allanean citizen - even such an unpopular one as a PCP producer - leaves no choice to our states but to secede from the Union Entirely. We would like to note that the Charlton Heston Air Armada and the Air Assault Brigades situated in our states will remain in our command, to the total amount of 31,000 troops, of whom 16,000 are combat troops. This is less than our original fair share in the tax burden, and we believe it is only fair that those units form a part of our defense force.

God and Liberty!

Halladi Broadcasting Corporation International

Reply to Dersconi Broadcast

Greetings, everyone. I am Hasan Muhammad, elected Pemier of the Halladi Workers' Republic. Now, no doubt you have heard the insanity spouted by Dersconi leaders. I am here to inform you that these are all lies. What you need is the truth, and I can't possible tell it well enough. But I can tell what I know.

According to the Allanean government they have been at war with Hallad for sometime, unknown to the Workers State. This declaration of war is not only completely defensive, but completely justified. As they are at war with us, we have to ability to declare war upon them.

As for the issue of the massacred Halladis, everything the Dersconi officials have said are lies. But don't take it from me, infact, ask the victims yourself. This broadcast is flashing the number of the holding area they're being held at. Call them if you want to find out the truth. Comrades, the attack on them was as though a nation opened fired on missionaries.

Thank you.

Convoy of Merchant ships, Haven straights

The remnants of the Allanea Merchant Navy, those who were already at sea, or had fled before the P-Squads arrived were now forging for Hestonia, or "Free Allanea" as it was now called, the choppers that had evacuated from Allanea proper were old heavy goods lifters. These choppers had managed to withdraw a massive bulk of the 15,000 people of the FreiKorps in the Allanean mainland, rumours were that the few thousand who hadn't got to a evacuation zone had fled into the south of the country.

They would either need evacuating or supplying.
Or they would surely perish.

Port-Hestonia, "Free" Allanea
'What in god's name do you think you're doing to my tanker?' yelled the short, fat Allanean with a stud in his ear.
'Converting it.' Replied a workmen over the dull thwack of jackhamers.
'Into What?'
'We need an Aircraft Carrier, your ship is the most suitable, if you check your bank account you will see you have been compensated.
The captain of the soon to be christened "Spirit of Allanea" botch-job of an aircraft carrier huffed at the fact that his ship, his property, was being cut up and converted annoyed him to say the least.

"The Imperium will continue to deploy air power, effective immediately."

Imperator Newman
Imperium of New Haven

Franz looked out the window of the IRS Presidential, not taking part in any of the festivities. He could see the sailors coming back from Hallad, some without their shirts on, Rosian discipline indeed. He chuckled to himself. "Reminds me when I was a sailor..." He looked at the briefing report he received through the fax, yes people still use fax, and this is how it goes.

To: Grand Admiral Franz von Gadoriv
From: The Chancellory of Defense

Your mission is simple, to blockade the United States of Allanea. You will
face opposition, i.e. the nations of Greater Prussia, but we have full
confidence in your ability to dispel them. You may use whatever fleets that
the United Imperial Armada has available. Casualties are to be low, this is
not an invasion it is a blockade. You are to avoid as many civilian casualties
as possible, though we know it is unavoidable. But you remember the last
man who didn't listen to us right? Dead. You are to blockade Allanea with
the Halladi Red Navy, YOU ARE NOT TO PROCEED TO ALLANEA WITHOUT THE
RED NAVY. You are to follow these orders to the letter, and you are to follow
the orders of the Halladi Commander.
Chancellory of Defense
The Imperial Union of The Island of Rose

Franz punched the window, though it hurt his knuckles. "Ow!" He grumbled and then proceeded to shout. "What the hell?! The Fleet is ready to go! We can't stay here, we might get bombed!"

Then, one of his under Admirals, i.e. a guy who was in charge of one of the Fleets that in the Combined Fleet, suggested something. He was young to be an Admiral, in his late twenties. He was wearing the standard uniform on the Admirals, a clean white uniform with a few medals to indicate his rank. Though, he wasn't one of the more important Admirals in the Armada, but he was an Admiral. "Umm... sir?"

Franz turned around, an obvious look of anger on his face. "What?!"

"Errr... get some planes in the air, alert the Halladi Air Force?"

Franz shrugged. "Oh... right." He walked over to the Communications Console in the Command Ship and started to speak into it, note that his every word would be heard in every ship of the fleet, even that small insignificant rowboat we don't care about.

"This is Grand Admiral Franz von Gadoriv, all pilots of the R/F-91 are to hop into their fighters and take off. As soon as you take off, you are to run your respective patrol flights and guard the Combined Fleet from any aerial or ship attacks. Go. All other ships, activiate your anti-air and submarine defense, especially the frigates. I do not want a screen, I want a giant wall." Franz then started to write a message to Hallad, fun.

To: The Commissariat of War
From: Grand Admiral Franz von Gadoriv

We seem to have a problem. The Combined Fleet is ready to go, but we
have strict orders (and by strict orders I die if I don't obey them) to only
blockade when the Red Navy is ready. Unfortunately, this leaves us very
open to air attack. Therefore, we ask that the Halladi Red Navy hurry up
in its preperations so that the blockade may commence. We hastily wait
for your reply.
Grand Admiral Franz von Gadoriv
The 1st Combined Fleet of the United Imperial Armada

R/F-91s, the standard fighter plane of both the United Imperial Armada and
the Rosian Air Defense Corps, started to take off. They were of Soviet Bloc design, supposedly one of the most fighter craft in the world. Of course the Chancellory (or as it was known back then, the Ministry) of Defense knew this, thus they bought the production rights. Of course, it was a good purchase, it hasn't failed them since. And now, one hundred and twenty two of these aircraft (about 1/3 of the fighters available in the fleet) took off, running patrols around the Port. And on the sea, the various boats activated their radars, searching for any hostile craft. Now two questions were on the Grand Admiral's mind.

When would the the attack come?

Would the attack even come at all?

Stay tuned!

Aboard the USS Kim Du Toit, Port-Allanea Harbor

"Ready to retreat?!" - screamed out Captain Cameronm standing among the crowd of refugees that filled the decks of the Kim du Toit, naked as on his first day except for a falconer’s glove. From the crowd, a sailor emerged, his young face disturbed and scared.

"Yes, Captain, but… b-but"- he stumbled, just pointing out at the entrance of harbor, where five missile cruisers were just coming in, their names freshly painted over. The crews have gone over to the PEF - some for the ideology, some because they agreed with a point or two from the program, or for some other reason. Now, instead for the flag of Allanea, they bore the red Equality Flag of the PEF, and their names were renamed.

"The…. What?" - gasped Captain Cameron, as he pointed his hand towards the cruisers, looking at the strange names painted at their sides, just as the William Jefferson Clinton, the Franklin Delano Roosevelt, and the Norman Thomas flanked him on one side, ships with more ‘extremist’ names - the Dzerzhinsky and the Comrade Ambivalenta - moving on the other.

"No shooting yet!" - commanded Cameron. "We have refugees on board." The monstrous super dreadnought ignored the cruisers as the enormous hull followed out of the harbor. Only as it was a considerable distance away did Cameron turn to one of the officers and whisper something to him.

And only as the city began to disappear at the distance, the rear turret belched fire from all of her three thirty-inch barrels, rendering those refugees huddling on the deck nearby near totally deaf. They could not of course see what damage the three thirty-inch shells did, or they wouldn’t mind much.

The first shell entered the body of the William Jefferson Clinton just below the waterline and blew up inside the vessel, tearing another, vertical hole in its underbelly. Slowly, slowly, the missile cruiser began to tip over and sunk within thirty minutes. \

The second shell blew through the hull of the Franklin Delano Roosevelt like a Bowie knife tears through toilet paper, detonating in it’s main ammunition room, sending bits of the ship flying all over the harbour not unlike the explosion of a king-size handgrenade, injuring people aboard the Comrade Ambivalenta and on the beach.

The third, and final, shell impacted the rear of the Comrade Ambivalenta, shearing off it’s rudder in the same way a sickle shears off grass, rendering the ship useless for anything but turning around it’s tail, uncontrollable, in the harbour, until it rammed into a cruise ship.

The PEF troops didn’t give chase. The ship went outwards toward Atlantic Island.

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Joint Memorandum of the Twin Rivers States Coalition and the New-Missouri State Legislature

"We would like to notify Mrs. Javivalenta of our secession from the Union. We agree fully with the arguments of our friends from Hestonia and have nothing to add to them, except our desire to join with them in a single Confederation. All USMC bases in our territory will be kept as ours. As the USMC and Air Assault forces are nearly totally loyal to the cause of freedom, we expect you will be unable to pull a second Ft. Sumter on us.

Enjoy Socialism.


* * * *

Despite all, Javivalenta was smiling - no locals were as yet objecting to her actions - even in Allanea, few sympathised with the producers of opium and LSD, and most people didn’t really ban regulations of explosives - especially in light of the DNC train disaster. But to continue the enforcement of those laws, she would need manpower.

And so, a letter was sent:

To all friendly powers in Haven!

I am in desperate need of your help. Please send forces ASAP to apply air strikes to the sites of Allanea’s biggest opium and coca plantations, as attached to this letter. Before we are to regain control of all of Allanea’s land, I need to stabilize mainland Allanea - and destroying the illegal drug trade is a necessary part of that

"Condition Red, all crewmen report to duty stations!" speakers on every carrier called out as sirens wailed. Emergency bulkheads were closed, emergency backups were brought to standby condition, and the gravity drives were set to 'Landing'. It would be the first time a New Haven carrier attempted to land, and there were five carriers making the attempt.

"Begin descent, shields to maximum," Task Force Commander, Captain Tony Price, ordered his bridge staff.

"Shields to maximum," his tactical officer replied. "Fighters loaded and ready to go on deck as soon as we land."

"Gravity drives nominal, power output at 100%," his engineering liason reported from her station.

"Nothing below us at the landing site," the sensors officer reported. "Recommend lowering shields upon reaching sea level to avoid creating a 'pit' in the water beneath us."

"Tactical, you heard Mr. Johnson, as soon as we reach shield threshold to striking the water, turn the shields off."

"Aye, Captain."

The "Grissom" descended softly through the atmosphere, its shields heated up by the friction of the air as it continued to descend through the atmosphere. "Hull temperature nominal, shield tolerance approaching maximum allowable tolerance."

"Ease back on the throttle, Ms. Watson," Price ordered. "Status of the other carriers?"

"The other four carriers are approaching their landing coordinates. No sign of possible resistance."

"Ten seconds to splashdown," Helm reported. "Five... four... three... two... one..." The 'Grissom' lowered her shields and dropped into the water, her bouyancy keeping her afloat in the calm Arctic waters.

Under the waterline, several large doors were opened, revealing internal propellers. They were electrically powered 'jets' to help the carrier maintain position while it was at sea. It was a feature few designers of the Stovetop-class carrier figured would ever be needed, but the aerospace carrier was now a 'wet navy' asset for the time being.

"All fighter squadrons, assume fighter umbrella procedures and link up with patrols with the other carriers. Our 'backup' should be arriving shortly."

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Coastal Defense Base Asherton Northwest

Ten squadrons of fighters and ten squadrons of gunships were waiting to take-off from Coastal Defense Base Asherton-Northwest. They lifted off vertically as the call came in that the carriers had landed safely. They took to the skies quickly, reaching orbital space and taking a course for their new home bases: the New Haven Temporary Floating Airfields, the first New Haven aerospace vessels of their kind to land on any planet.

OOC: Damnit. I'm not quite sure, exactly, what the heck is going on. Allanea, IM me sometime, please, to clear things up.
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The Council Room

"Hmm," the Czar thought aloud. The General Staff and the Council of Ministers were again assembled. "So, certain states of Allanea have split from the Allanean Socialist Union. This....works for us." Czar Alexei thought a few moments more, and then turned to Franz von Papen.

"Franz, prepare a statement. The Dersconi government absolves all alliegence to the current 'Allanean' socialist government, and declares it a rouge and illegal state, and backs Hestonia one hundred percent. And, for kicks, call for all of the Greater Prussian Empire to support us."

"Sir, that could cause a Worl--"

"I don't CARE!" Alexei retorted forcefully. "We will NOT let Allanea hang out to dry." He stood up and started pacing, making some of the Praetorian Guards nervous. "The defense of Hestonia is top priority at the moment." Andropov stopped speaking and continued to pace around the room.

"Sir, I have a suggestion."

"What?"

"Well, sir," one person started speaking. The man who stood up was Sergey Nikolayavich Golovko, the Minister of State Security. "As you know, we have currently made a giant leap in Information Warfare techniques." People around the table turned and stared at him, and Alexei stopped pacing, raising an eyebrow.

"Continue."

"Thank you, sir. Using the technological/informational warfare weaponry at our disposal, plus our EMP weaponry, we can vitually -- no pun intended -- wipe out the entire power grid of Socialist Allanea and, if necessary, Hallad." The Czar was again in deep thought, considering the ramifications of this sort of attack. He then looked up and nodded.

"Wipe out the power grid of Socialist Allanea, and..." Alexei's voice trailed off, and he smirked. "Wipe out the power at the Halladi port where the TIOR ships are docked. Hopefully, this will take the ships' and planes' electronics offline for a very long time, and keep them placed at the dock. And since the dock is dead, too, we have a free ride. Go, do it now."

"Yes, sir." Golovko stood up, bowed, and walked out of the room. Alexei turned to Iosef Aerostanov.

"Marshal Aerostanov, I want you to use EMP weaponry on the power plants that power the military ports of Hallad, as to ensure the ships cannot go anywhere. Also, if necessary, fire them at the warships." Alexei smirked. "Maybe it will fry the reactors. Maybe we won't even have to bomb them."

"Yes, sir."

"One final thing -- Wellesley, be prepared to move out into Hestonia for defensive purposes."
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OOC: I'll post later, my mind has left me. Hopefully it gets back from the Bahamas soon, so I can finish posting.

From the desk of Imperator James I

"I would like to notify all military personnel that I have raised the alert status of all military branches, except Strategic Missile Defense, to black alert. With New Haven in a defacto state of war, our forces must be ready to combat any enemy on any shore. Aerospace fleet patrols will become more numerous in our controlled space, patrols from our coastal defense bases will also increase. We are going to mobilize forty infantry divisions and twenty armored divisions for deployment to whereever we need them. Due to the fact our enemies possess nuclear weapons, I have ordered the Strategic Missile Defense be ordered to red alert. However, Anti-Ortillery Missiles, or AOMs, will be ready to go in a heartbeat. I am also sorry to inform the militias that they are also at black alert and must report for duty. I understand the men and women of the militia have strong ties with their families, but we are effectively at war. Good day, and may the Imperium grow stronger from this."


Grissom

"Echo Foxtrot Tango Sierra Bravo Charlie Charlie Alpha Whiskey November Papa Juliet," a crewman called out as he read the confirmation code on their orders and on the boxed code. "Message is authentic."

"I concur," the XO stated. "Recommend we broadcast an alert to all vessels."

"Agreed, begin transmitting on all frequencies, message as follows: This is the New Haven Aerospace Carrier Grissom. Do not approach within 200 miles of this transmission. Any neutral or hostile vessel that intentionally approaches or does not change course after this message has begun will be sunk. No exceptions beyond those given will be made. Repeat: All neutral and hostile vessels that attempt to approach New Haven carriers within a 200 mile zone will be fired upon and destroyed."

"Captain, don't you think that's a bit harsh?" the XO asked.

"Taylor, lemme get something across to you," Price said. "The last time Islander carriers went up against Allanea, we got surprise attacked by neutral vessels. We lost four entire carrier groups that day. It left us with three carrier groups to defend the entirety of The Former Island States, and one was not even completed yet! We cannot risk our carriers again in such a manner. The message will be sent, and any ship that isn't flying a friendly flag will be shot. Is that understood?"

"Yes, sir, crystal clear."

"Good. Broadcast the message."

Somewhere over mainland Allanea

The two strike helicopters streaked across the ground towards the blue slanted roof of the factory - marked on their maps as ‘illicit methamphetamine production laboratory". From the building, people ran out, firing weapons at the helicopters, the rounds bouncing off the hulls in inefficient spark showers.

Blackball, this is Khamul, I have target locked and preparing to fire.

Roger, Khamul. I have the tangos on the ground in my sights. Let’s rock and roll.

From one of the helicopters came two FAE-tipped guided missiles, speeding towards the factory basement, leaving fiery traces of smoke behind. The ground shook momentarily as the building folded into itself, it’s blue roof sinking to ground level. The second helicopter focused on the people near the factory. In a few seconds, they went silent, forever.

* * * * *

Highway 82 to Port-Allanea

Harvey cursed, slowing his ZMI ATAC vehicle down. The ATAC - basically a cross-breed between a military jeep and a monster truck - grond to a halt only ten meters before the roadblock - three miniature ‘Smartcars’ (http://alexander108.com/images/Miscellany/Little_Cars/Smart%20Car.JPG) coloured in police colour. "Are they kidding me?" - thought Harbey as the P-Squad troops, headed by a young, slim former college student with long hair and thing silvery-framed glasses, approached him.

"Excuse me, Sir," - asked the student, "But where do you think you’re going with that car?"

Harvey shrugged - "To the city, officer. There’s a bunch of beer crates in the trunk - I’m a small brewer, was planning to sell them off."

The student-turned-policeman paused for a moment, only to utter grimly. "Excuse me, Sir, but I will be forced to confiscate this vehicle."

"What?" - gasped Harvey, staring in shock at the cop. "How come?!"

"It has an efficiency below ten miles per gallon, and as such…"

"What in the seven hells?!" - screamed Harvey - "It never goes below sixteen…"

"Sir, don’t try to deceive us, it’s obvious it’s an illegal vehicle. Look, this all for your own good. The fuel costs…"

"I’ll pay my own fuel costs, thank you very much."

"The environment…"

"Aw shut up. It’s a legal car and you know it."

The policeman blinked - and the P-Squad troops, inexperienced and angry - aimed their guns at the ATAC.
And as Harvey looked at the young man’s eyes, something in his mind snapped. He was in a world of blind, uncontrollable rage. Those people have now tried to rob him of his car on a stupid pretext, to control his life and to destroy his honor - and pretending it was for his own good. As if he didn’t know what was for his good….

The All Terrain Armoured Car roared to life, swallowing the dropout under it’s front wheel with a sickening crunch, then knocked a P-Squadman aside like a puppet, then punched through the roadblock like it wasn’t there, folding the Smartcars like they were made of paper. Then Harvey U-Turned and punched his way out of the roadblock and back home, away from the city and the bodies of PEF militiamen lying on the road…

In Javivalenta’s Office

"Comrade Javivalenta, we are making some progress, and I am happy to report there’s no organised resistance of any kind, nor indeed any widespread resistance. Some sputterings of violence, but they are all minor. We need more people if we need to get this done, though. We’re still working more slowly."

"Don’t worry. I am waiting on the Halladi and Islanders to send someone."

The Halladi fleet had at last finished rallying. Defending Halladi waters was only the Coast Guard, a handful of missile corvettes and SKA-1 class helicopters. But that was an adaquate ammount of men. If anyone were to attack Hallad, they would simply call upon an ally, New Haven or Bryn Shander, to step in with their superior technology.

CGN-1 Insurgent, the first Insurgent Class Battlecruiser ever built, was the flagship of the Red Navy. Admiral Abbas Nabil stood in the bridge, looking out at the ocean. It was time that the Rosians were informed. The transmission was sent.

TO: Grand Admiral Franz von Gadoriv
FROM: Admiral Abbas Nabil
SUBJ: Lets Roll!

Comrades, it's about time we be off. The Halladi fleet has assembled and we only await your reply before we move. Co-ordinates are being sent, we wish for your ships to set sail for them.

Comradely,
Abbas Nabil

Franz looked at the transmission from Admiral Abbas, he smirked. "About time... okay everybody, let's go!"

The various horns of the Combined Fleet went off, the noise was so loud that some windows could break, but I doubt that they broke anyway. The men inside the ships scrambled to get into their positions. Airplanes started landing on their respective Carriers, of course it happened so fast that it only took a few minutes, since most of the airplanes were inside the Carriers anyway. The ships started moving from the Port (and it was large Port I suppose) and from space it almost looked like a giant wave was heading across the Havenite ocean.

Franz chuckled. "Hm, finally. I don't like being in Port. Tell me, about how many ships are the Halladis sending?"

One of the officers in charge of one of the consoles on the IRS Presidential responded. "Sir, the Halladis are sending about one hundred and fifteen ships to aid us, give or take three or five. The fleet is big so the satellite imagery is a bit fuzzy to give us a result now at the moment."

Franz nodded. "Excellent, any recent radio communications?"

The communications officer responded. "Yes sir, a New Havenite Carrier warned every ship in the region not to approach them unless they're friendlies, or they have the transponder codes."

Franz raised his brow. "And do we have them?"

The officer shrugged. "We weren't give such information, sir." A pause. "Should I send them a message in your name?"

Franz nodded. "Do that officer, we don't need to get shot at before the blockade starts." He chuckled.

To: The New Havenite Carrier Fleet
From: Grand Admiral Franz von Gadoriv

We would simply like to alert you that the 1st Combined Fleet of the
United Imperial Armada is a friendly nation, we are aiding the Halladi Republic
in the blockade of the United States of Allanea. Therefore we request that
you do not fire upon our ship, thank you.
Grand Admiral Franz von Gadoriv
The 1st Combined Fleet of the United Imperial Armada

Franz walked up to the observation window of the bridge of the IRS Presidential, smirking. "Hm, now it begins. We either get stopped or it's another victory in the United Imperial Armada's book. Who knows. Oh and launch some airplanes into the air, we need patrols out there." And thus, fifty R/F-91s were launched into the air, and thus the anti-air and anti-ship and sub systems were activated, and thus, nobody knew what would happen from here. Except God, but He doesn't want to tell me, apparently.

Parris Island, Allanean South Carolina

President Lamma, General Demarque and former President Kazansky walked by the lines of Marines standing in formation on the famous USMC Parade Ground. And Kazansky spoke:

Marines!

For years - centuries - you were the tip of Freedom’s Spear. You fought in Axackal. You fought on Mars. You fought in Perfection. You fought for Lady Liberty - wherever she sent you. A month ago, I advised the President - Mr. Lamma here - to avoid using military force against the Communist rebels in the big cities. I feared too many innocents would die. I didn’t want too much blood. And here, because we were too kind, too soft, too spineless to confront them - they now rule Allanea. They now burn our farms and haul our kinsmen to prison because their car was too big or they were too rich or whatever else they choose to haul them away for.

We are paying today the price - for our kindness. Our recklessness. Our spinelssness. The ease with with which we have let the Communist oppressors take over our country. Marines!

I am sorry I have let you down. I am sorry I let Allanea fail.

Today, I ask you to go and save Lady Liberty - again - like you have done so many times before.

Today, I will ask every ally Allanea still has - The Empire, the Tiburonese, anybody who can help - to do what they can to help Allanea. But we are the only ones who can save her.

Today, I ask anybody who can hear this message in mainland Allanea to rise up. I am asking you to do whatever you can - and defeat evil, before it snuffs out the light of liberty over yet another nation.

Thank you.

May God Bless Allanea.

* * * *

Javivalenta was watching. She stared in blind anger at the man who was the symbol of everything she hated about Capitalism. The man who killed her father. The man who destroyed her homeland.

"Who does he think he is?!" - she screamed - "Officer, do we have any aircraft capable of reaching Atlantic Island?"

"Not much, Comrade. We have about five hundred fighter craft, but if we load them up with fuel, they will only be able to carry a small payload…"

"Send in chemical weapons. Let’s teach the capitalist scum a lesson."

Early Morning, 18 hours after Javivalenta’s address

Several small groups of fighter planes approached Atlantic Island at different angles - careful to avoid any Greater Prussian bases, of course. Two hundred miles away from the shore, missiles detached from their sleek bodies and flew out towards the shore.

Some missiles exploded in mid-air, spraying the land below them with deadly poisons. Chlorine. Sarin. Tabun. And below, in Libertyiville and other big cities of the island, people coughed as they rushed for their shelters and gas masks - too late.

Some hit houses. Oil refineries. Off-shore oil rigs. Fire and destruction was everywhere, even as the planes screamed closer and closer towards the mainland.

They passed low above the beaches, strafing promenades and early swimmers, dropping napalm, bombs, and destruction. Then they went back, unopposed - most, if not all, of the Island’s air defense was destroyed by the Taraskovyans.

By the time the planes came back to Allanea, seven thousand Islanders were dead.

Noon, the same day

Captain Cameron threw himself back in his chair, enjoying the feel of leather against his naked flesh, and tried not think too hard on the destruction he was leaving on the Island - but of the destruction he was about to inflict.

Evening, the same day

Urgent message from Comrade Javivalenta, Chairwoman of the People’s Equality Front

Comrades!

As I speak, the Kim Du Toit, that image of imperialist oppression, is coming to destroy Port-Allanea. We sent out eight light vessels to intercept it, but it will not be enough. Please provide any aid possible.

To TIOR vessels {encrypted}:

Please transmit transponder code alpha-sierra-charlie-bravo on 129.02 Mhz. Otherwise, we will have to track you manually on sensors. Welcome to the fight.

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Five squadrons of newly arrived fighters, 12 fighters per squadron, took off from the Grissom. The fighters with a small nimble payload of several anti-air missiles and were coming to provide air superiority over the incoming anti-socialist fleet. With air superiority soon to be theirs, the Socialists could make short work of the superdreadnaught and its escorts.

Over Psov the Halladi force was given new orders. They wouldn't land. The Psovians were sending refuelers, and would allow the planes which were incapable of in-flight refueling to land. The Halladis would go to Annon instead of Psov. This would allow the Halladis to act with more flexibilty, being right on the boarder of Allanea. The Halladi government had not yet announced whether these men were to invade, or to aid Socialist Allanea.

* * *

TO: Nadar Habib, Head of the SDI
FROM: Jabir Yusuf, People's Commisar of War
SUBJ: Be prepared

Comrade,

If there is an attack on Hallad from the enslaved Allaneans or their allies, be prepared for full retaliation. You are authorised to use anything at your disposal, but do not launch nuclear weapons unless we're attack with them first. Gieste-1 non-nuclear ICBMs should be used against military targets. Hopefully it will not even come to that.

Comradely,
Jabir Yusuf
People's Commissar of War

Official CR statement
The Ridgian government voices full support for the Capitalist rebels. As a member of the Greater Prussian Empire, with the position King of Burgundy, we fully back all Prussian decisions of the higher command.

OOC: Bryn Shander’s player asked for it.

IC:
10 AM, a week later

"Faster! Faster! Oh but for the love of god!" - screamed Martha. The driver gestured unexplainably in the cabin of the monstrous PBNR-driven dump truck, probably saying there was nothing he could do. The monstrous vehicle was filled with people, some sitting on the driver’s cabin, some hanging feebly off it’s sides. And it was not the only one - six vehicles like it, jam-packed with refugees, were making their way through the dirt road on full speed - or the best they could manage - towards the border.

And despite their gas pedals jammed into their floor and their engines revving up to the best they could, the trucks were still moving slowly - very slowly. And somewhere far, far behind, a pair of Javivalentiran jets were already climbing into the sky to intercept the "dangerous drug criminals"….

"The border! The border!" - one of the men screamed, as they saw the Shanderian Canal appear on the horizon. The truckers braced themselves for the final push.

And it was then when the two planes appeared over the horizon. "Go! Faster!" - screamed someone, even though it made no point anymore.

The Raysian-made craft made a quick pass over the trucks, their 20mm autocannons screaming in the morning air, explosions tearing the straggling truck apart. It was still partially intact as it rolled over, smashing the few who yet survived aboard.

Some of the people on the surviving trucks swung weapons towards the fighter planes, firing uselessly at them, trying to damage or scare them off. Amazingly, the pilots retreated for another pass - and the first truck was already at the border, people jumping off and running north, away from Allanea. Behind them, the slaughter continued.

Martha was with them, clutching her baby, holding him close to her - as if her body could serve as a shield against the evil that raged behind her. Behind her, Joshua, her husband, crawled out of a truck, his chest torn open by a 20mm armor-piercing shell, his jaw shattered, blood running down his face. With eyes wide with pain, he looked at his family running to safety and whispered - or tried to:

"Run…. Run…."

Then, another burst of automatic fire mowed him down.

Then, the PEF planes made another pass above the scene of the carnage and turned their attention to those who already considered themselves safely over the border. They did not, of course, go into Shanderian land - they just fire two light missiles with chlorine warheads at the small group of running people and flew away,

Martha’s baby outlived its father by five minutes and thirty-six seconds.

"Those planes just fired at that car!" Exclaimed Sergeant Khayr.

"Well, they must be Capitalist planes, then. Right, sarg?" A machine gunner stated.

"No, no, this has got to be wrong. Those are PEF planes. Something's going down."

Khayr looked again with his binoculars. There were people running.

"Comrade! Warm up the choper!"

The pilot did just that, and blades start rotating. The engine came online and the turret was checked to make sure it worked.

Khayr watched what happened next. Some people escaped the carnage, or so he thought. Once they had gotten onto Shandarian territory the planes fired missiles.

"Shit! Board the helo!"

Men scrambled onto the SKA-1 helicopter. He took another moment to see what would happen. The missile wasn't aimed at them. It was at the people. But the warhead... it wasn't an exploding round. But the people were dead. It wasn't right, Khayr didn't want to get close to the bodies.

He finnally boarded the helicopter, and headed back to base to report what he had seen.

* * *

Abdul Bin-Hashim, commander of the Halladi force in Annon. Several Halladis had said they spotted the killing of civilians by the Allanean government. One was a first hand sighting from a squad leader, Khayr his name was. He claimed to have seen PEF planes shoot down a group of Allaneans, who were unarmed.

The Master Pilot was reluctant to react. He didn't want to do anything out of line, but the Halladi government had given him the right to act as he saw fit. Abdul thought it was about time he met this "Comrade Javivalenta."

He sent a telegram to the woman.

TO: Comrade Javivalenta, PEF
FROM: Master Pilot Abdul Bin-Hashim, Halladi Air Force
SUBJ: Meeting

Comrade,

I would very much like to meet with you in person to discuss defenses and other matters. When and where would be able to have this meeting?

Comradely,
Abdul Bin-Hashim
Master Pilot, Halladi Air Force

As soon as the two Allanean aircraft fired into Forodren Annon, SAM batteries on the north side of the canal opened fire, launching half a dozen missiles at the attackers. Two miles south, at the border crossing, the guards made emergency calls to the principality's capital, Ocanthus.

"This is Captian David Townsand! Two Allanean aircraft have attacked the border crossing! There are dead refugees all around. They fired missiles. Our sensors are detecting a chemical attack, and the winds should be bringing it to the west. Requesting backup!"

That was all Princess Amastacia needed to hear. She quickly contacted the king, and before long, rumors of a declaration of war were all over the media. In Gehenna, Forodren Annon, naval ships were slowly brought to life. Their crews were recalled from leave, and armaments were loaded. In Horano, the city gates were closed, the militia formed, and the defenses readied. In Tantlin, Khalas, Orthrys, Malbolge, and Ocanthus, fighters were armed and fueled. MF-01A Firestorms were armed with large two ton bombs in place of the torpedos they'd normally carry. MF-02B Sparrows were loaded with air to air missiles and incindiary bombs. MF-06A Hawks were armed with as many air to air missiles as they could carry. Within six hours of the attack on the border, half the aircraft in Foroden Annon were ready to launch.

At about the same time as the fighters were ready, King Nightbane appeared on the news at a press conference.

For many years, Allanea has been a stain on the Solar system, attacking it's neighbors, allies, and getting involved in affairs it had nothing to do with. Allanea has been all but destroyed many times in the past. During it's wars with the old UnAPS, after the One Day War, and most recently during the War of the Wolf. Today, Allanea has gone even further, attacking us.

Today, at around ten thirty AM local time, Allanea launched a chemical attack into Forodren, killing hundreds of refugees fleeing the nation's latest civil war. While the exosuits our soldiers wear prevented the loss of any of our own people, this cannot be excused. As of now, the Kingdom of Bryn Shander is at war with the United States of Allanea.

Before the king's speech was finished, the aircraft took to the sky, circling their bases while they waited for all of their numbers to leave the ground and find their place in the massive formation. By the time the speech was over, the fighters were heading south across the border.

There were masses of aircraft flying. Abdul walked outside his makeshift office, astounded by the sight. They were all heading south, toward Allanea. He sighed, knowing this was the time to take action. He gave the order. Men with megaphones were everywhere in moments.

"Attention! Boarder your helicopters and prepare for combat! Attention Pilots, man your planes!" It repeated over and over again.

He wrote a message and sent it to Javivalenta.

TO: Comrade Javivalenta, PEF
FROM: Master Pilot Abdul Bin-Hashim, Halladi Air Force
SUBJ: RE: Meeting

Comrade,

Ignore my previous message. We should meet, no doubt, to discuss the terms of your nations surrender.

Comradely,
Abdul Bin-Hashim
Master Pilot, Halladi Air Force

* * *

Men rushed to their helicopters, SKA-1 "Rude Boy" multi-purpose helicopters. used by the AirMobile Troops of Hallad. They weren't really under orders yet, but radiomen were busy giving them co-ordinates. The initial attack was with 2,000 men, moving in their quick helicopters loaded with 10mm rounds and 80mm rockets. Each helicopter held twenty men, or one platoon. In the air now were all of the bombers Hallad had in Annon, along with anything capable of ground attack.

TO ALL NEW HAVEN MILITARY FORCES
FROM IMPERATOR JAMES I

New Haven, upon hearing word from Bryn Shandian and Hallad, has declared war upon the Allanean Socialists. You are to begin immediate actions against Allanean Socialist Forces and await support from Bryn Shandian and Halladi forces.

Grissom

"Holy fuck," Parker said as he read the message and picked up the encrypted comm. link to the fighters. "All fighters, switch Allanean Socialist Forces from FRIENDLY to HOSTILE and engage at will."

The two PEF planes never made it even an inch home - they were torn literally apart by Shanderian missile fire, their pilots literally ceasing to be as dozens of explosions turned their craft and bodies into small clouds of mist. And so, Javivalenta’s troops never found out what was awaiting them - until it was too late.

Several hours later, swift Shanderian craft, MF-02B’s and MF-01A’s, crossed the Allanean border undisturbed - the AA units that could have stopped them were dismantled during - and after - the War of the Wolf, and the PEF was too busy with social engineering to actually protect the nation. They went - over the burning farms, the silent railroads, the darkened cities - to the heart of the country, the centre from which Javivalenta’s influence and power was spreading across Allanea..

The first bomb dropped through the roof of the former Allanean Arms headquarters, detonating inside the 85th story. The building shuddered, the people inside it screaming in terror - and another bomb hit the front of the building, causing the entire front half of it to slide forwards into the street. Another hit the roof of the Delania State College, sending students and professors into disarray, and the PEF rally in the yard into panic. They ran, trampling over their own friends and comrades in a mad rush to an imagined safety - a safety which was not to be found anywhere in the city.

The Shanderian vessels cut a flaming path through the suburbs, dropping incendiaries and strafing the red and blue roofs of the buildings with micro-missiles and onboard cannons. Slowly, pass after pass after pass, they completed the flaming path into a ring of fire, surrounding the city center. Another pass - and a highway intersection collapsed sideways into a group of small apartment buildings. From the pilots’ point of view, it must have been silent and beautiful. And then, the planes departed, leaving the city in a closing fiery noose. The PEF tried to muster defensive forces to fight through the flames - but they were too inefficient - especially as the train lines were already long dead when the bombing started and the PEF itself used - "to set an example" small, useless ‘Smartcars’. Of course, in the inferno that now enveloped the city, these cars where anything but ‘smart’.

* * * *
From: Javivalenta
To: Halladi Leadership

While I was planning a meeting with you, Comrade, the recent events have obviously distracted my attention and diverted it to the disaster in my capital. Please send help as soon as humanly possible.

Sincerely yours,
Comrade Javivalenta,
Chairwoman of the People’s Equality Fron

* * * *

In the meanwhile, outside the cities, strange things happened. The Shanderian attack shattered not just the city blocks of Port-Allanea - it shattered the belief, subconscious but ever-present, in the invulnerability of the regime. The Shanderians proved that the PEF was to be struck down - and could be struck down. And somewhere within Allanea, a fire started burning. Sometimes, a shot was fired from a window at a passing PEF vehicle Sometimes, a brick was thrown at a ‘city-boy’ official. Sometimes, a government administrator would disappear, only to be fished out of some stream later, his legs tied to a pair of old car batteries or his belly slashed open, filled with pepper and sown back together. Slowly, surely, Allanea began to fight back.

Off Allanean Waters

"Grand Admiral!" A young sailor shouted. "The other forces are attacking Allanea completely! What should we do?!"

Franz von Gadoriv, smirked. "Armament Officer, are all the missile bays loaded?"

The Armament Officer, just old enough to be an Admiral, answered the aging but yet giddy Franz. "Sir, loaded and ready."

Franz walked up to the observation window on the IRS Presidential, smiling. He would finally be able to blow up... things. He turned to all of the Officers present on the Bridge and gave out this order. "Gentlemen, as you know we have reports of Allanean Socialists attacking civilians. We have orders to preserve human rights and democracy, but obviously the Allaneans don't. Therefore, I am giving the order to utterly devestate every single Allanean Government and military structure via a mass missile attack... just... don't kill any civilians." A pause. "Oh and... don't hurt the capitalists."

To: Comrade Javivalenta
From: Grand Admiral Franz von Gadoriv

Allow me to introduce myself, Comrade. I am the Grand Admiral of the
United Imperial Armada's 1st Combined Fleet. We consist of two hundred and
fifty ships, and we are capable of destroying you utterly. We have noticed
that you have attacked civilians, something we don't like. Therefore, any
Rosian support for this Revolution is terminated and now you will be smited
by missiles from above. Thanks.
Grand Admiral
Franz von Gadoriv

The various electronic systems of the Fleet activated, maps were strewn everywhere, Captains were receiving their briefings on what to destroy, and the green Sailors were just running around confused because they didn't know what was going on. Meanwhile, the veteran Sailors, Admirals, and Capitains chuckled. All thinking that this was just another routine attack on another nation, eh, combat can do that to you hm? And now, missiles would be flying on every military and Government structure.

The Armament Officer aboard the IRS Presidential shouted. "Admiral! We're ready to fire, targets locked!"

Franz, always having a strange sense of humor, gave the order. "Fire zee missals!"

Suddenly, the Frigates up front fired all of their missiles, then the Destroyers, then the Cruisers, then the Battleships and Light Battleships, and finally the Command Ship. Hundreds, maybe thousands (possibly not), of missiles took to the sky. There were so many you would think it was night, but it wasn't. It was a firey rain of unrepentant pain. Unrepentant destroyer pain, and I will tell you that these missiles hurt. Especially if you get hit by one. The new sailors looked as the missiles flew, going into their own personal wonderland. But the older sailors snapped them out of it. "Come on!" They said. "It's dangerous out here, watch the show from inside!"

Meanwhile Franz was watching the missiles fly and whatnot. He sighed. "Hm... let's just hope any civilians aren't hit. Luckily we only targetted the military and Government structures and made sure not to give hundreds of missiles one target." He shrugged. "Hm, I just hope something good happens out of this." He smirked. "Of course, it's always fun to blow things up..."

To: All Allied Havenite Armies
From: Grand Admiral Franz von Gadoriv

You may commence beating the crap out of Allanea, thank you.
Grand Admiral
Franz von Gadoriv

TO: Comrade Javivalenta, PEF
FROM: Master Pilot Abdul Bin-Hashim, Halladi Air Force
SUBJ: RE: Meeting

Comrade,

It appears I did not make myself clear. I am demanding the immediate surrender of Allanea to the Halladi Workers' Republic and Bryn Shander. I am prepared to offer terms of surrender, however our comrades in Bryn Shander may not be as lenient. So, the sooner you lay down your arms I assume the punishment will be severely less.

Comradely,
Abdul Bin-Hashim
Master Pilot, Halladi Air Force

* * *

Twenty SKA-1 helicopters came into the outskirts of Port Allanea. It was totally destroyed, there were fires ragging every where, people in the streets and general poverty never seen in Hallad. But these men were soldiers, they had no time to care for the civilians. The SKA-1s moved slowly, the front turret pacing back and forth, looking for any targets.

Some of the helos had their side doors open, men sitting with their legs dangling and holding HMG-1s or HLMG-1s. They were ready to clear landing sites if need be, or to attack whatever resistance there was. But, it wasn't very clear whether the Allaneans realised the Halladis were not friendlies.

* * *

Admiral Abbas looked out from his Isurgent class Battlecruiser. The Rosian ships had just finished firing. They only attacked targets on land, but that would soon be taken care off. Intelligence showed the People's Navy housed in Port Allanea, and so the Halladis were going to fix that. The 17 ships of the Allanean People's Navy were targetted with GPS and satelites. He gave the order. Ten missiles per enemy ship.

From the Atlantic Island, from Hestonia, from Yurka-city, came a cloud of fighter-bombers. The Charlton Heston Air Armada, moving high and at supersonic speed, flew over the major cities of the mainland. Knoxcille, McWilliamsburg, Heston-City, New-Athens were all hit - by napalm, high-explosives, cluster munitions and bunker busters. One thousand aircraft, six thousand bombs, six major cities. They knocked out roads, they destroyed power plants, they burned police stations, they razed government offices.

And after them came a second wave - one long prepared by Demarque and Kazansky - cargo planes filled with Airborne troops and Marines who sided with the rebellion. They jumped out over the beaches, undefended and abandoned, their white parachutes opening like the white elven flowers that grow on the graves of the heroes. They landed, screaming their battle cries, onto the roof of the Delania State College, immediately catching PEF activists in the scopes of their rifles. They were everywhere - angels of death, bringers of vengeance, messengers of destruction.

But they were outnumbered.

And they died - some simply beaten to death, smothered by the crowds of students, P-Squadders, union thugs, others shot, and some burning alive in the fires that still raged in Port-Allanea.

But the fire was spreading. In the suburbs, the villages, the rumours were coming - that an international task force was coming to beat down the Socialists, that millions of troops were ashore, that Javivalenta was dead, that Javivalenta was still alive… and hundres of people mounted cars, bikes, SUVs, and streamed towards the cities - fueling civil unrest like Allanea has never seen before.

The roadblocks looking for illegal vehicles on the roads to the major cities were knocked down by the sheer mass of people who converged - from all directions - on the burning cities, not to help all save, but to finish off ‘the city commies’. They were mown down on the roads by macihnwguns, bombed by PEF craft, fired apon by tank fire, but still they came, stepping over the crosses of their comrades.

From: General Demarque, President Pro-Tempore of Allanea
To:All Concerned

Ladies and Gentlemen! Thanks to the brave aid of the Halladi, the Shanderians, the Rosians, we have managed to knock back the threat of Javivalentiran Social-Fascism. We need your help once more - for one more push against the evil enemy. Please contact me ASAP to discuss particulars.

Enroute to Forodren Annon; Northern Haven Straits; Haven Regional Waters

Five old USR superhaulers, having just been recently taken out of mothballs, had been out of Freeport for four days with a full infantry and armored division below their decks. Originally, they had been told they were fighting the capitalists. Now, they would be fighting Allanea. The infantry relaxed below deck, catching up on reading, while the armor sat on the deck in large cargo containers. Overhead, New Haven fighters flew combat patrols, making sure potentially hostile ships did not reach them before they reached Forodren Annon.

The nuclear power plants onboard the superhaulers were providing the ships with 38 knots top speed, which they would be traveling at until they reached Forodren Annon. Chances were that nothing short of a carrier could catch up with them on the sea, and with air power waning in the next day, they would have to speed along quickly to avoid any enemy patrols outside of the Haven Straits.

To: Jaivivalenta, Premier, the Allanean Socialist Workers' Union or whatnot
From: General Rajiv Vishvanath, Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, the USF of Tiburon, et al.
Cc: <Mailing List= All HOSs, Haven>
Subject: Recent Actions

Premier Jaivivalenta,

Please allow me to introduce myself. I am General Rajiv Vishvanath, head general of the USF Aerospace Force and chairman of the Joint Chiefs. Because of recent actions taken by Communist Allanea, as it is known in the United Solaris Federation, most notably the massacre of Allanean civilians fleeing to Bryn Shander, the President of the USF has gained approval from the National Assembly of States to begin military operations against your nation, which the press shall corroborate later. Let it be known that we shall support our allies in New Haven, Bryn Shander, Hallad, and the Island of Rose.

The USF is willing to accept any unconditional surrender at this time to prevent bloodshed. If you choose to refuse, we regret to inform you that we will be forced to initiate Operation Bomb the Crap Out Of Allanea. Thank you for your continued patronage.

Sincerely,
Gen. Rajiv Vishvanath,
The Aerospace Force of the United Solaris Federation of Tiburon
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The Democratic Gulf, 30 nmi west of Allanea

Gleaning in the summer sun, the ships of the USF Navy (1st-12th West Haven Fleets) were teeming with activity, especially the Mobile Suit carrier TSN William Jefferson Clinton and the new hyperdreadnaught TSN Franklin Delano Roosevelt. Famed as the protectors of liberty in the Havenic- DU seas, especially by the Shen-Zhouans who had witnessed their saving grace firsthand, these prized ships were now waiting for the signal to fire, waiting to unleash their fury on Allanea. For the sleeping giant had woken, and it was prepared for hell.
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To: General Demarque, the Two Rivers Confederation; Master Pilot Abdul Bin-Hashim, Hallad; Grand Admiral Franz von Gadoriv, The Island of Rose; Imperator James I, New Haven; King Damien Nightbane, Bryn Shander
From: General Rajiv Vishvanath, Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, the USF of Tiburon
Subject: Allied Push into Allanea

Fellow Allied Commanders,

As our nations begin the assault on Allanea, the USF Joint Chiefs strongly believes that it is proper for our nations to hold an allied conference, to allow ourselves to more smoothly implement the war and the post-war reconstruction. We hope that you will be able to attend the conference we are planning to hold in Chenshoudong, Shen-Zhou.

Sincerely,
Gen. Rajiv Vishvanath,
The Aerospace Force of the United Solaris Federation of Tiburon
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OOC: Yes, Allanea, I did name those vessels mainly in response to a previous post. I'm an evil bastard that way.

OOC: Yob tvoyu mat! It ate my post, the bastard. I'll hopefully post tomorrow. Mostly, all I can do is remind you that I'm here, and my fleet is floating around in Allanean waters somewhere. I'd tell you, but I myself don't know. :D

Captain Cameron stood on the deck, smiling at the feel of the noon sun on his naked body, as he looked in surprise at the two cruisers of the People’s Navy - the Maverick and the Voinovich - as they approached his vessel.

- Is that it? - he asked his subordinate in surprise.
- It is all, Captain. It seems the rest of their navy was destroyed by the Halladi.
- Ah well. Not going to be a problem then. Fire the main turrets.

The ship shook. Three 30-inch shells hit the Voinovich bow, ripping it open. The ship tilted forward, gulping water and slowly beginning a deadly descents, screaming sailors running on the deck. The Maverick got five out of six shells aimed at it and became immediate hamburger as one of them detonated in it’s ammunition storage, and two more hit it’s fuel tanks.

The People’s Navy was no more.

* * * * *


To: All Haven Heads of State, all Greater Prussia Heads of State
From: General Demarque, President Pro-Tempore of Allanea

I will be happy to accept the offer, provided that I am guaranteed the sovereignty of the United States of Allanea - and further that Greater Prussian representatives are included in the discussion.
Sincerely yours,
Demarque

Javivalenta never got the Tiburonese message - the was no electrical power anywhere in Port-Allanea, and the PEF mail server was nothing more than a pile of incinerated trash. And the PEF was fighting for dear life on the main roads to the cities, where enraged farmers, Birchers, and Allanea Party members flowed in an angry wave towards the big metropolises, the heart - or hearts - of the PEF. Helicopter and aircraft fire cleared off incoming cars and strafed those who were trying to walk it. Barricades were erected on the roads from the wreckage of cars and houses, and the P-Squads fought their enemies with rifle and knife - PEF members and college students against John Birchers and militiamen, environmentalists and union organizers against veterans and Boy Scouts.

Allan was just such a Boy Scout, walking along the Interstate Delanian Highway to Port-Allanea’s city center. The highway was wrecked by the Shanderian bombing and the fighting that followed it. In some places the asfalt was still hot and soft after the firestorm that raged here last night. They were damn lucky, thought Allanea, that Headmaster Robinson has brought his SMK.

The WW-II era Soviet heavy tank was not at it’s best - nobody knew how to use both it’s turrets, and only one of them was manned. But it crawled forward, like an indignant green turtle, shielding the 76th Boy Scout Troop from machine-gun fire, cracking P-Squad positions open with its 75mm gun, crushing through barricades, meter after meter, turn after turn, intersection after intersection.

At the fourth - or fifth - intersection, they faced something they never met before. Jammed into the very middle of the road, in a circle of farming tractors and trucks stood a small group of rebels, firing in every direction, as Javivalenta’s troops showered them with gunfire from every window and door of the surrounding houses - or "ruins" as they were now.

On top of one of the tallest tractors was mounted the symbol of the rebellion - the yellow Gadsden flag, the new flag of Allanea, torn with rounds and shrapnel, it’s rattlesnake symbol seeming to hiss defiantly at the Javivalentira.

Suddenly, a burst of heavy machine-gun fire hit the tractor, undercutting the flagpole. Slowly, surely, the flag began to topple. A few seconds, and it would lie on the half-molten, hot asphalt. One of the men in the circle jerked in it’s direction, climbed the barricade, and fell beck immediately, his chest ripped often by machine-gun fire. Another second, and it would be too late…

And suddenly, fourteen-year old Allan Morrison knew what he had to do. I have to go in there. I must save it. He rushed forward, bypassing the SMK, the and into the intersection. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the last defender fire at his enemies and then fall back, hit by several shots at the same time.

The boy fell a powerful blow from the right as two handgun round hit him and knocked him to the ground. For some reason, he felt no pain, not even when he rose, leaning on the hot asphalt with his fingers. He ran toward the flag, unaware of the blood seeping out through his Boy Scout uniform, waving his XM-15 rifle in one hand.

Suddenly, a burst of pain when a shooter hit his thigh. He jerked forward - another meter - and grasped the steel flagpole as it was already falling to the ground. With his last strength, he stuck the pole into the soft, yielding asphalt. He turned to the Javivalentira, waving his rifle defiantly with one hand as several more bright, red spots appeared on the boy’s chest. His comrades stood, transfixed at the unbelievable display of bravery and sacrifice. He knew he had to say something - the people he used to hear about in school would always say something - and he tried. His lips moved, and - though his voice was growing weak, everybody there that day heard Allan Morrison’s last words:

- You want this?! You want this flag?! From my cold, dead, hands!

His head tilted backwards, blood running out of his mouth, and his eyes closed - but he was still standing, leaning on the flag and supporting it at the same time, even as several more now-useless shots pierced his body.

And the spell ended.

Suddenly, carried by a strange impulse, the Scouts ran forward, around the old tank, charging the Javivalentira, firing at windows and suppressing firing positions.

The Battle of Morrison's Flag has begun.

There was the crackle of gun fire in the air as the Halladi task force began to move closer to the city. They closed the side doors, and moved into a loose formation. A gun shot hit the door of a helicopter, bouncing off the armour. A helicopter on the wing, designated 14, opened fire on a house rooftop with its double-barreled turret, raking the roof with 10mm bullets and atleast wounding two sharp shooters.

A voice crackled over the radio.

Blockade ahead! Maintain formation. One through five prepare to fire rockets. One each.

The helicopters moved closer to the P-Squad's blockade. Gun fire opened up from the blockade, doing no real damage no damaging the glass on helicopter 3. An RPG was fire whizing by helicopter 5, and hiting helicopter 11. The tail end of the RPG had hit the helicopter, and the grenade went flying at a downward angle into a house.

Lock on.......... Fire! The voice said.

Five of the helicopters fired off a 80mm rocket.

To all Capitalist forces. Forces will begin landing in eastern Allanea in 5 hours.

Before the first bomb fell on Port Allanea, plans were already being made for continued air raids on Port Allanea and other Allanean cities. Already, troops were gathering in Horano from all across Bryn Shander, with tens of thousands coming in from the orbital colonies via Ocanthus International Aerospaceport.

The day after the gas attack on the border and subsequent retaliation, another air raid was unleashed on Port Allanea. This time, however, there were far fewer aircraft. This time the bombing was carried out by a group of large, high altitude, high speed bombers. As they made their way over the ruined Allanean capital, thousands of ten thousand pound bombs fell from their bomb bays onto the shattered city below. They were accompanied by a few dozen small fighters, but if the previous day's attack was any indication, they would be unneeded.


If the rape of Port Allanea showed that Allanea's cites would not be safe, what was about to happen in the small, rural towns of Reevesville, Nivensk, and New Carmel would show that the countryside was not safe either.

From a few thousand feet in the air, New Carmel looked peaceful. Intelligence reports indicated that it was a small, Branch Davidian community, lacking any real air defenses. Still a dozen kilometers from the town, the bright yellow MF-01A and it's three black MF-02B wingmen would have barely appeared as a dot on the horizon. Thirty seconds later, the craft were only six kilometers out. In the cockpit of the yellow Firestorm, Captain Harvey Bergman armed his bombs and radioed his wingmen to do the same. By now, the craft were fifteen seconds from their target. The main street of the town was clearly in view as a pair of cluster bombs dropped from the Firestorm's wing racks.

The town's main street blossomed into a sea of golden flames as the fighters passed over. Likewise, the three Sparrows dropped napalm on the town. For a few minutes of hell on Earth, the four planes made passes on the small town. After the first three, they were met with small arms fire and a few crude SAMs, but none managed to inflict any damage. Ten minutes after the first bombs detonated the planes were gone, and so was New Carmel. The same thing was playing out in Reevesville and Nivensk. In Reevesville, a Sparrow pilot got careless and took a SAM in the left engine, but still managed to limp home under the power of the right engine.


Meanwhile, in the southwestern Goobergunch Sea, three Razgriz Class carriers surfaced. Over the course of half an hour, three hundred aircraft took off and headed south towards the southwestern Allanean coast in a large, supersonic formation. In less than an hour, they would intercept Cherry Ridge's landing craft.

OOC: Allanea, I find it extremely hard to believe that you could fall this quickly.

To: General Demarque, President Pro-Tempore of the Allanea Free State
From: General Rajiv Vishvanath, Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, the United Solaris Federation of Tiburon
Cc: <Mailing List= Allied Forces, Third War Against Allanea>
Subject: Re (2): Meeting

General Demarque,

I am afraid that I must rebuff you on both of your conditions. Although the USF maintains its support of Allanean sovereignty, the meeting in Chenshoudong is precisely to discuss the future of the nation. We assure you that we will offer the idea of returning Allanean sovereignty, and urge you to join so that you will be able to reinforce such a proposition.

As for inviting the nations of Greater Prussia- they have not entered into armed conflict with the Allanean Workers' Union, and are therefore not part of the Allied effort or the Allies themselves. We cannot risk divulging information to unreliable sources, and we cannot consider them as part of the effort if they have not done any effort to oppose the Allanean Workers' Union.

Sincerely,
Gen. Rajiv Vishvanath,
The Aerospace Force of the United Solaris Federation of Tiburon

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USF Navy, 1st- 12th West Haven Fleets, Gulf of Democracy, West Haven

Of course, Tiburon had never intended for an actual response. If one came along the line, that would have been good, but they had already reached the point of no return.

And so it was no surprise to the sailors when the FDR began to move its massive cannons towards the land, towards the rural southern pastures of Allanea.

Admiral McAndrews stared off into the rolling pastures, the emerald heights that had absorbed the blood of thousands like a sponge. Not on my watch.

He gave the order, and simultaneously, 215 guns from 16 of the ships fired a deafening report. The USF Military Band was on hand for the occasion, and began playing a patriotic classic from the state of India, timing the drums with the cannon fire.

Sujalam, suphalam, malayaja sheetalam!
Shasyashyamalam, Mataram!
Sujalam, suphalam, malayaja sheetalam!
Shasyashyamalam, Mataram!

In a few minutes, the rolling pastures of South Ossetia went up in flames, representing the blood on the nation that so many soldiers in times past had fought for. Even now, the names West Axacal, Port-Allanea, and The Land of the Prophet had deep significance to USF forces- their Gold, Sword, Juno, Utah, and Omaha. And now it was time for revenge.

Vande... mataram!
Vande mataram, vande mataram/ vande Mataram! Vande mataram!
O, sujalam, suphalam, malayaja sheetalam
Shasyashyamalam, mataram, vande!

To the north, Shanderian fighters had been spotted flying in a formation to destroy enemy resistance, and to the east, Halladi, Rosian, and Tiburonese Armies captured the former cities.

Victory was close at hand.

USF Haven Army, 8th Infantry Division, 16th Brigade, 10th and 11th Battalions, Northeastern Allanea Proper, the Allanean Workers' Union

The Tiburonese Army was already well on its way through its effortless march from allied NATO bases in the Scandavian States through Allanea's industrial heartland, encountering minimal resistance. And understandably so- each side had believed that the USF had come as their saviors- the PEF, halting their fire once they found Tiburonese Mobile Suits and tanks in order to make way for the great army of democratic liberalism, and the Birchers, who saw their salvation in their brothers to the North. As rest of the Allied forces had made their way via Forodren Annon to capture the western half of what used to remain of Allanea's industrial stronghold, the Tiburonese, marching through the east, had marveled at how quickly any resistance- a lone sniper, a few PEF or Bircher forces with machine guns- had snapped against the Tiburonese onslaught. The soldiers felt like the fighters that they had seen in those "The Last Days of World War II" vids. Nothing could stop them.

OOC2: Map. (http://s6.invisionfree.com/we_stand_united/index.php?act=Attach&type=post&id=1071177)

OOC: Now I don’t even understand your phrasing.

To: All Relevant HoS’s
From: General Demarque, President Pro-Tempore of the United States of Allanea
Subject: Meeting

General Vishvanath,

I find it hard to agree with your statement that Imperial forces are ‘not participating’ in the current effort. Even as I speak, Cherry Ridge forces are landing in Haven, and other Imperial forces are on the way. By maintaining the false pretence the Empire is not participating in the effort, I believe the Shanderian-Halladi coalition is trying to frame the debate on Allanea’s post-war situation to it’s own benefit.

Further, it is strange for me that Allanea’s independence can be questioned in a debate in which Allanean public servants like myself are present. I hope you understand such participation is contrary to my Oath of Office.

Yours,
General Francis Demarque.

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Even as thousands of people were dying under Shanderian bombs in Port-Allanea, a strange thing happened on the main roads to the city. Marines, militia troops, and AVF soldiers were moving along the road - sometimes on Traveller ATV’s, sometimes on light helicopters, avoiding the rubble on the highway, ordering the groups of civilians to disperse - and give way for the professionals.

And the professionals can - with loud bang. As the Kim Du Toit entered harbour, it fried all of it’s cannon at once, targeting key spots in the city. The Delania State College was razed to the ground, six 30-inch shells and several Tomahawks hitting the roof of the building. The Allanean Worker’s Union Association building collapsed into itself, an FAE missile finishing the job of Shanderian craft. And finally, the city gave in like a tired oil platform, giving in to the slow, angry waves of the sea beating tirelessly against here. In six hours, resistance forces pushes several miles to the city center.

In Southwestern Allanea, the Tiburonese were well received and aided, known as friends of the United States of Allanea - and two cities fell to the effort of the AVF and Tiburonese, giving the Allies their first success in the conflict.

In the North East, the Tiburonese would hit a hard wall - Heston-City. The AVF dispersed the angry farmers that were blocking the roads into the city- and diverted its forces to the Capital. It would have a double effect - both allowing more forces to be present at Port-Allanea and subjecting the Tiburonese, rather than the AVF, to the full horror of urban warfare. Of nursery windows that could become pillboxes at any second. Of booby-trapped toys. Of sudden flashes gunfire appearing anywhere you least expected them.

And in he meanwhile, the Allaneans advance on the capital, inch by inch.


OOC: For my IC purposes, only Tiburon is landing yet, all the others will land when they post it, I hope it’s reasonable to all. Also there’s no IC reaction to the Shanderian bombing of the rural areas, as it’s not likely Demarque will find out about it at this stage.

OOC: Sorry guys, internet has been down for several days.

IC: "The Empire is not involved? What about the nearly 1,000,000 Imperial Troops standing ready at this moment in the country...the Imperial Bases...what about ME?" the Emperor of Greater Prussia, Napoleon IV exclaimed as he sat in his office in Free Allanea. He had been in the country since the very beginning of the crisis.

"Emperor, the Foreign Legion, and the 3rd, and 5th Divisions of the Guard are ready to execute your orders." an orderly came in conveying the message from the field commanders. Napoleon had ordered Imperial Forces not composed of Allanean units to move for the first time in the campaign. These three divisions, 150,000 men in all were under orders to put down the revolts. Mobs only led to destruction, and Napoleon knew that even if the mob was on his side, he had to leave the fighting to the professionals and keep the country from being turned completely upside down.

"Tell them to do what they have to do." the Emperor said with a nod to the orderly who immediately walked out.

Within minutes the PzKpfw XXI-G Stuart Main Battle tanks of the Imperial Guard along with APC's, Strykers and other armoured vehicles began to pour into the various cities. Over the loud speakers the commanders played a tape on loop announcing: "This is the Imperial Guard, under the authority of the President of Allanea and the Emperor disperse now or you will be killed."

The farmers, the shopkeepers, the peasants of all types were in the streets. Windows were broken and fires were raging everywhere. The rattle of gunfire could be heard both up close and off in the distance as the 1st Armoured brigade of the Sola Fide Division rolled into Port Allanea. Debris was scattered everywhere and men ran to and fro with looted items. Directly ahead, the Javivalentira and some rebels were gunning eachother down with AK-47s. The firing stoped as they heard the tank approach and looked on in awe and fear as an entire column of tanks came to a screeching halt infront of their position, their main guns taking aim.

"This is the Imperial Guard, under the authority of the President of Allanea and the Emperor disperse now or you will be killed." the tape announced to them all. Immediately scores of men began to break and scatter, dropping all of their items. Looters jumped out of stores and began to high tail it out of the way. Most people dont stand up and fight a column of tanks. From a third story window, two men launched hand held tow missiles at the lead tank. Immediately the tank's computer system detected that the signal produced by friendly guns was not produced and deployed a charge into the air which detonated when the missiles were close enough to be knocked out. This demonstration put the fear of God into both sides as they began to disperse quickly. The tank column moved forward climbing over old barricades and eventually entering a large square. They fanned out and each of the tanks headed down a differant street, followed by infantry support and other more lightly armoured vehicles.

With similar situations occuring in every majour city, it would not be very long before the revolt was put down entirely.

Napoleon understood that the situation had become much more difficult with the Allied invasion of Allanea by the Hallad-Shander Coalition. Further, with Shander posturing aggressively against the Empire, it seemed likely that war would come. The Imperial Navy, from day one having been on the scene, sent back several attack ships to escort troop transports. Already, 1,000,000 Imperial troops were on the ground, in addition to 500,000 AVF and the 50,000 from the Imperial Guard Foreign legion. If Bryn Shander or Hallad or any other nation was to make an attack on Cherry Ridge, a member of the Greater Prussian Empire, he wanted to make them pay dearly for it and certainly would do so. Furthermore, he was not about to let any person twist the situation in Allanea for their own benefit. Greed was not to take a part in the rebuilding of the nation.

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To: General Demarque
CC: Leaders of Hallad and Bryn Shander
From: HRH Emperor Napoleon IV

Respected Leaders,

I shall be in attendance at this conference which I believe to be necessary to the future of Allanea and this region of the world.

(Signed)
Napoleon IV

Now that Tiburon had entered Allanea, the Master Pilot felt Halladi passive-agressivism needed to end. A new offensive was planned for, using all Halladi soldiers in Annon and Allanea. With the steady build up of troops in Annon over the past week, there were now 100,000 Halladi combatants in Allanea.

The first part of the offensive was simple. Send one division, ten thousand men, to the north-eastern coast to stop non-regional intervention in Allanea. These men would act with a limited number of helicopters, however, instead of the normal Halladi AirMobile tactic. Their helicopters were needed for another part of the offensive.

Two more divisions of ten thousand men, after the bombartment, would move in on New Athens. Using AirMobile to make swift assualts on fortified positions, with the combined firepower of a platoon and attack helicopter they would destroy any and all resistance. Before the attack took place eight hundred bombers would be sent to attack the city, escorted by 400 Su-36 Imperator A's

The last part of the offensive was to send remaining men into the rural areas of central Allanea. Seventy thousand men were being sent to do this, with the support of the rest of the Halladi planes stationed in Annon.

Planes were made, explained to the troops, and it was a go. The men were off to defeat their foes.

The Aerospace Carriers had left their former positions, returning to space and then off to New Haven. Forodren Annon would now be New Haven's base of operations in this recent Allanean conflict.

Deep in the New Freeport Citadel, Imperator James Newman stared at a strategic map, surrounded by the Praetorian Prefect and the various generals.

"Once we land, we should open up a front on the western Allanean border. With the Bryn Shandians and Halladis creating too much attention, we should be able to make quick advances over terrain without encountering too many people. I think our old doctrine of destroying resistance buildings should be implemented," the Praetorian Prefect, a veteran of the UnAPS-Allanean War, noted.

"I concur, although we should strike cautiously, yet quickly," the Imperator said as he looked at the proposed battle lines. 5 infantry divisions and 5 armored divisions with little chance of reinforcement and little room for error. The Imperator lit up a cigar. "This is going to be a long campaign. How long until we can get additional reinforcements in?"

"In two days, the next and last wave of 5 superhaulers will be leaving with an additional 5 infantry divisions and 5 armor divisions," the General of the Army noted.

"We're modifying three oil tankers to provide fuel for coastal defense destroyers," the Admiral of the Navy reported. "We'll be able to protect our ships from New Havenic territory all thr way to Bryn Shandian."

"The aerospace carriers have withdrawn back to our territory, seeing as we can base our air forces out of Bryn Shandian," Admiral of the Aerospace Forces said as he zoomed in the strategic map. "We have the necessary planes and ammunition to take out the capitalist fleet."

"Do we have enough ammunition to supply our troops with once we get to Bryn Shandian?" The Imperator asked.

"We have two superhaulers filled to the brim with ammunition with the first wave and two more being loaded for the second wave," the Admiral of the Navy reported. "Fifty caliber ammunition, 30mm ammunition belts for our tanks and 155mm rockets for our self-propelled rocket artillery."

"Our gattling guns will be going through ammunition like shit through a goose. Any chance we could ask the Bryn Shandians for fifty caliber ammunition?" The General of the Army asked the Imperator.

"Its worth a shot," The Imperator replied. "You guys get this shit together, I'll call up the Bryn Shandians and ask for additional ammunition."

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TO Bryn Shander
FROM Imperator James I of New Haven

Our forces will be landing in Forodren Annon soon but we are a tad short of ammunition to hold up against the human waves that will surely be thrown at us. New Haven therefore asks that a deal for fifty caliber ammunition be reached before our troops go into combat.

Napoleon knew that it was very likely these new forces entering Allanea would have very negative impacts. They may certainly try to force their own will on Allanea or take land after the fact. They certainly would not like the Greater Prussian presence there.

It was quite possible that more than one unit might attempt to engage Greater Prussian forces. He needed to sweep the socialists aside quickly, and then turn to head off the allied coalition. The Imperial Navy was a day out, escorting another floatilla of transport ships. He had ordered over the famous Imperatrice, and Solo Christo Divisions of the Imperial Guard along with a cornucopia of vehicles and supplies. The Greater Prussian Empire had bases allthroughout Allanea, mostly preserved and allowed to be maintained after they liberated the country from Federation Control. These bases had even been respected by the socialists who did not want to incurr the full wrath of the Empire. Now, troops all across the country were marching out and putting down resistance, revolts, and all other manner of unrest. The Imperial Armies were in a unique position that allowed them to be more effective than the AVF or any Allanean Army advancing from the Free Territories as they were already behind the Socialist lines and the bases had been placed all those years back to accomplish the very task that they were now performing. Like a mesh of larger and smaller outposts, they extended control over vast areas and kept routed the meagerly armed opposition. Huge swaths of territory were now falling back into the right hands, the Imperial Guard units waving the AVF tanks through the newly liberated areas advancing alongside them into the more contentious areas thar were more difficult to subdue.

*Port-Allanea*

Napoleon stood in his field headquarters, Kazansky at his side. It was a tent in a clearing in the wooded areas just outside the city. The radio had been buzzing with traffic informing him that the Imperial Guard and the AVF had just seized the centre of town after a terrific firefight. Strategically, it was the best position in town to have and whoever held it, generally held the city. Word was that the Socialists were massing for a counter attack on the left flank of the Army.

"Order the men to retreat from their positions when the counter attack comes." Napoleon said authoritatively.

"Highness!?" his Generals exclaimed, shocked at the order. "We are on their heels, we will have them clear out of the city by nightfall!"

"At what cost?" Napoleon asked pointedly. "A third of the city is wrecked beyond belief. The only areas that aren't damaged are the ones we haven't had to fight for block by block. Much more of this, and the city may never recover. If we have to do destruction, I want it awful, and I want it localized." He pointed to a side street on the map. "Davidson's Brigade is sweeping that street clear of rebels and reports resistance has died down. I've ordered them to stop and get off the street. When your men retreat, I want them to get into whatever ruins they can find. Get on the top floors, get a good vantage for firing. Roll up the tactical artillery and position them to sweep the streets."

Kazansky looked at him as if he were mad, deploying artillery right in the middle of a battlezone instead of in the rear. "Remember the stories of the American Civil war? There was one occasion were the Confederate General Alexander took a piece of field artillery and held off an entire Yankee regiment for well over an hour. This artillery is about the size of those old guns, but mounted on what amounts to a jeep chassy. We load it with the modern day version of Canister shot, and when the Socialists hit the streets, it will sweep them clean. Kills anyone within 100 feet. Moves in and out quick. When they think we're on the run, they will send most of their men to chase us down, since this is the main area of contention. When they run into our trap, our men come running out of the buildings and the artillery rolls out. Davidsons brigade advances into their rear and bottles them up. We wipe out most of their fighters in the city and save a whole lot of damage. They will be forced to retreat to the docks...docks which should be full of Imperial Gunships ready to wipe them out if they make a false move."

Napoleon again looked at the map, his generals smiling. The Socialists were trapped. "This road out of the city from the docks...that's McLaws Brigade guarding it, isn't it?"

"Yes sir." a staff member responded.

"Tell him to abandon that post and return to headquarters, put his men in reserve."

"Emperor, that will let the socialists escape!" Kazansky exclaimed.

"Yes. We want them to. Never trap your enemy in a city you want to take. The city will be destroyed by the fighting. If they know they have a way to get out, they will run instead of turning and fighting. Plus, many of those men will desert, be so demoralized they won't ever pick up a rifle again. Besides, the units along down the road will harass them."

*Centre of town*

Two flagpoles stood atop a pile of rubble, one the Red Hand flag of the AVF, the other the Red, White, and Blue banner of the Imperial Guard. The men were taunting the Socialists, firing a few shots to harass them as the regrouped. Then suddenly, a wave of communist scum poured into the town square, after a bit of token resistance, the Imperial Guard withdrew and the Commies began to run right into their trap.
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CODED MESSAGE

To: President Demarque
From: Emperor Napoleon IV

President,

I have a vague suspicion that these forces entering Allanea are up to no good. Many of the rioters that we put down were put down by the offer of a militia position to fight the communists. As most of them were former Army, we were able to commission them almost immediately. My men have raised a force of 120,000 militia. Under Imperial officership, I think they can be well controlled. I ask you to give me permission to send them forward to occupy the areas infront of the paths of advance of these allied forces. This will prevent them from advancing any farther. Plus, if they should attack my troops, we will see exactly what their intentions are.

More troops are on the way from the Empire. I have announced the arrival of two more Imperial Guard Divisions, but what I haven't announced is the arrival of three divisions of the Reichskamphian Royal Army. They will be arriving via planes rerouted through Hash and other territories, boats, trains, and any other way we can get them there. They will be dressed in civilian clothes and carry their uniforms in their suitcases. They will be arriving in a trickle. We will place them among the population until we feel they can go into battle.

We are near to disposing of the Socialists, and my advice is to thereafter immediately turn on any force still inside Allanea that refuses to leave. Begin getting your effects together as Port Allanea should be free and secure within the next few days. The people will need to see their president walk right into the Capitol building and take charge of the city, no matter how damaged it is. This is still the Capitol, and they need to know it.

Sincerely,

Napoleon

OOC: I have no idea what's going on, thanks to my abscense. Could either RK or Allanea TG me or talk over AIM and give me a summary? All I know is my ships are there somewhere, and I don't know if they have anyone to engage. I also want to know if I have anything to hit with my ELECWAR stuff.

*Port-Allanea*

"Fire!"

The self-propelled cannon belched fire and lead, tilting heavily on the light jeep chassis it was based on. Downrange, a group of men in labour union jackets became a pile of messy red jelly, with exposed bones protruding from it in awkward angles. Again - and a PEF machine-gun position died, the gunner and loader just ceasing to be.

The AVF charged forward - another traffic intersection, another charge, another street, hacking at the Socialists with sabres from their Traveller ATV’s, shooting at them with submachineguns and rifles - but the militiamen proved more brutal. They came from farms burned to the ground by the PEF’s Drug Enforcement troops, businesses driven to extinction when the Javivalentira confiscated vehicles and craft due to some regulation or another.

And now, they came back. Towards the former Allanean Arms building - now, in a touch of sadistic irony, the People’s Department of Environmental Safety. A small cordon of PDES clerks - mostly, former college student, barely remembering which end of the rifle to point at their enemies. A tractor plodding into the hall, dragging the still-living, twitching man with the blade as blood spilled in its wake, infantrymen beating thin, long-haired young men to death with the stocks of their own rifles, a few bursts of automatic weapons - and the building fell into the hands of the Delania Constitutional Militia. The upper stories were still filled with people. The frightened clerks and bureaucrats, who were hippy protestors two months ago and vicious regulators yesterday, did not fight. Which did not stop the people who lost their livelihood to them from slaughtering them.

In the middle of the hall stood a single man with an old rifle - a Ruger-AC556 (http://world.guns.ru/assault/ruger_ac566_1.gif), to be exact. He looked in surprised at the first people to be descending down the stairs. In the front was a young woman in a white skirt, wearing thick-framed glasses, her hair cut boyish-shot. He grinned insanely as he put in a new magazine, and spoke.

"Hello, lady. Remember me?"

She shook her head. "You should. I am George Johnson, of Johnson’s Timber Company. The one you closed because I was ‘endangering owls’ or somesuch. Nevermind of course I only do sustained yield and plant more than I cut. None o’ that matters to y’all, of course. Never mind you confiscated all me gear an’ tractors, and never paid me none. But you know what? It’s over. Today I’m gonna go home, and shoot a spotted white owl and eat it for supper - because you folks made it so I have no way to buy a decent one. Are ya proud, bitch? Are ya?"

The young woman jerked back in terror as the farmer giggled sadistically. Whatever else they were, the PEF people really believed in their ideas - and what he was describing was something she lived to prevent. She screamed, as she tried to make a run down the stairs and past him:

"You monster!"

The rifle moved swiftly in her direction as the former owner of Johnson’s Timber company fired off a burst in her direction. Paula Lindex never took a rifle marksmanship course - or she would have known that a 5.56 bullet has a small grove at it’s base. When it enters the human body at it’s normal speed of over 900 meters per second, the bulled begins to spin vertically and break apart at the groove, guaranteeing an exit wound of about three inch wide and internal injuries far greater than a round of that size would normally infict. Now she was receiving remedial education. Huge flowers of red appeared on her dress as her body tumbled over the last stairs.

Even as her body was still warm, the other PDES clerks paused in shock, not knowing what they would do - transfixed in horror at a man about seven feet tall, wearing a red baseball cap and carrying a Raysian Arms flame-thrower as he paced towards the stairs. He smiled as he looked over the weapon.

"Hello, peeps. Remember my truck? You peeps took that away a few weeks ago. Said burned too much diesel. Global warming or some such. Well, here’s your global warming."

A stream of fire swept up the stairs, making the carpet burn and the clerks scream in pain and despair as fire enveloped their bodies. Some fell and rolled on the ground, trying pointlessly to shake off the biting liquified napalm off their flesh. The militiamen laughed at that. Then they began to fight - or, rather, slaughter - their way upwards.

Each had his own account to settle.

Each had his own method of settling it.

And all were very imaginative.

Sometimes, a man was hurled out of a window to his doom, screaming, the plate glass cutting his body even before he made the full way down. Those were the lucky. Others were tied to the pickup trucks the farmers brought along and dragged through the streets, screaming as they broke bone after bone against the pathway. Yet others were kicked to the ground and butchered - with knives, chainsaws, and even weedwhackers. Finally, some were mutilated and left to die slowly or to wander the streets of the city in terrible suffering, begging some kind soul to please shoot them and take them out of their misery.

And before long, it was over - and the first sniper shot rang from the tall building of Allanean Arms - another strategic point in the city. The PEF was falling.

East Allanea

Even as the first Halladi parachutes opened over the small town of Smithville, a few people already knew what to do. Everybody who went to public school in Allanea has seen a film where Communist paratroopers descend on a peaceful town. A teacher in an Allanean public school has seen it countless time. Mr. Henderson was no exception. When the Halladi parachutes began appearing in the sky, he called at his class. "Run, run for shelter!" - and they did, terrified by the foreign uniforms. He, himself, knew what to do. A parachute, descending slowly, is a very good target at the low altitudes - particularly if, like Mr. Henderson, carry a 5.7mm handgun. He lifted it, freezing in a heavily modified Weaver stance, and fired. Again, and again.

He was not the only one that was doing that - in the small town, about two hundred people, a tenth of the population, knew what to do.

They were not the only ones. Perhaps the people of the West Axackal Volunteer Militia were not very fit, a bullet would kill you as dead when fired by a beer-gut accountant as when fired by a Special Operations soldier. The 300-man group spread out all over the state, dividing itself into small groups of tow, maybe three fighters. Sometime it was a good rifleman with a silenced deer rifle and his spotter. Sometimes it was the crew of an old belt-fed. Always, they would strike from a position of surprise - and then disappear into the woods, not allowing for utter extermination - or even estimate of their power.

And in the meanwhile, 120,000 troops from the newly formed Allanea Defense Force were heading east, to smack down and destroy the Halladi like a disgusting pimple on the face of Haven.



Port-Allanea, Heston Square

Alexander Kazansky walked between the wrecked vehicles, wearing a simple AVF uniform, hidden out among the troops. He need to avoid being shot by some sniper who realised who he was and wished to shoot him down - or driven from the battlefield by good-willing people who realised who he was and wished to protect him. Either way, he had to find Javivalenta.

As he un-holstered his huge Desert Eagle Mk XIX semi-automatic handgun, he looked in front of him in amazement. He just found her.

She stood on the steps of the Heston Monuments wearing traditional Hashi clothing, rallying her troops, urging them to fight on, not to yield, to defeat the capitalist menace, to save the worker’s cause…. Yes, it was definitely her. Comrade Javivalenta. He had found her.

Now he had to kill her. He brought his gun to bear, and fired. Again and again, the wounds almost unnoticeable against the dark-red traditional dress. But Javivalenta was still standing, laughing.

Nobody stands and laughs after being hit seven times with 12.7 millimetre pistol rounds. Unless, of course, they are some form of supernatural creature. Like a Maia.

Javivalenta laughed as her guards put several long bursts of gunfire into Kazansky’s body. The frail, boyish creature was thrown back, hitting some vehicle or another with his back. Miraculously, he was still alive. Still in his body.

‘Hello, Maia Kazansky’ - spoke the woman - the demon.

‘Hello, Maia Javivalenta Where did you get this body? It’s rather a good one.’ - he whispered, but she heard him from the monument as if he was next to her.

‘No. I am not a Maia. I am much more - and much less. And you can’t kill me, Maia Kazansky. I cannot die. I was there earlier than Allanea. I will be there after it - because I will destroy it. What it stands for. What you stand for.

You want to know my real name, Maia Kazansky? I don’t have one. I am not a person. I am a desire. I am - where a poor person looks at a rich person and thinks it’s not fair that the other person is that rich. I am - where a cop pokes his nose into a car full of teenagers on Lover’s Lane. I am - where a person tags another person’s car because it burns too much fuel. I burned down the Alamo. I shelled Fort McHenry. I killed Ricky Weaver and Carl Drega. And I will never die. You will."

Alexander Kirillovich Kazansky was floating in and out of consciousness as he saw her to begin descend off the monument - slowly, like a queen walking down the steps of her throne. And as Alexander Kazansky, the spirit of Allanea, was beginning to feel his breath falter, so did Allanea herself. Somewhere in the North-East a reactor core began a meltdown, slaughtering thousands in a single spill of deadly vapour. On the outskirts of Port-Allanea, the fire started by the Shanderian bombers accelerate it’s inward rush, entire houses burning like matches.

He didn’t see Javivalenta. He did not see the city around him. Instead he saw a boy - a boy whom he was unable to recognise as the late Alan Morrison.

"Lean on me, Mr. President," he said. "You know, it ain’t over till it’s over, or so my Dad used to say."

Kazansky groaned in pain as he leaned on Alan and tried to get up. To everybody in the Square, the wounded man was just struggling pointlessly. They didn’t see Alan.

And they didn’t see a man in a coonskin cap approaching Alexander, leaning on his blackpowder rifle, reaching for his shoulder.

"Get up boy. You ain’t come this far just to surrender here and now."

"I am not surrenderiing…" - the former President of Allanea coughed up some blood. He wanted to add some blood, when another man appears - a big chin, a strange constume and a steel glance made him all too recognisable - and Javivalenta saw him too - she jerked back from him in fear.

"…That is good. Don’t surrender. I remember you, as a child. You read my books. Remember what I said about watering the Liberty Tree? Go for it, young man."

And Kazansky jerked forward, blood seeping out of his wounds. Nobody noticed how the other three tripped Javivalenta’s foot, how one of them hit her in the back on the head with a musket - except Javivalenta herself. She toppled forward, enough for Kazansky to poke his hand into the monstrous chest wound caused by the multiple Desert Eagle rounds - to extend his long, nimble fingers towards her living, beating heart - and to squeeze it till it stopped.

"I will return…" gasped Javivalenta and collapsed.

And as the Imperial soldiers drove the last Socialists out of Port-Allanea, the smoke from the monstroust fire cleared for a moment, allowing the sun to shine on the battlefield, on the dead body of Alan Morrison, and to make glint in a fiery gold the brass on the Heston Monument.

The PEF began collapsing on all fronts. In Port Allanea, the occasional crackle of rifle fire began to die down. Imperial Gaurd troops burst through the doors of every building in town, flushing out the Communist rats and slaughtering them where they stood.

If only the news cameras had been there, what a sight it would have been. A column of Stuart Panzer tanks began to roll into the city centre, atop the tank sat a half douzain Imperial Guardsmen frantically waving the Greater Prussian flag. Looking out of the hatch of the tank, oblivious to the gunshots still going off nearby, was the Emperor. The men of the AVF, the Imperial Guard, and every soldier in the square raise their hats in the air shouting, "God Save the Emperor!"

Napoleon looked at the corpse of Javivalenta and felt an inward satisfaction. But then he looked right beside her at the wounded AVF soldier. He ordered the tank to a stop and dismounted, approaching the soldier. As he turned the boy over to reassure him and thank him...he noticed it wasn't a boy at all. It was Kazansky.

"Dammit! Get some medics over here! This is Kazansky!"

Immediately several Imperial Guardsmen lifted the leader up and began to rush him away from the fighting. Almost as if on cue, machinegunfire opened up on their position, two guardsmen dropping beside the Emperor. "Highness, it's not safe here!" shouted the Emperor's aide-de-camp.

"Hell!" the Emperor cursed, cradling his arm. A bullet had hit him in the forearm and the blood was travelling in rivulets over his hand. Squeezing it tighter, the bleeding began to slow. "Get me a tourniquet!" he shouted, jumping back into the tank, ordering the machine to lumber forward.

The gunners were on the second floor of a building just ahead. They were being engaged by the foot soldiers, but to little avail. "Hit them with the tank gun, two rounds ought to do it."

The PEF men inside looked out, horrified, at the last sight they would ever see, the Imperial Tank's gun leveling out on their position. Two rounds fired in rapid succession, the four round cylinder on the tank's unique gun acting almost as a revolver. That was the end of it.

Within the hour, Napoleon, arm in a sling had marched into the Capitol building with Imperial Guardsmen forming a tight circle around him. No resistance was offered. It was apparant they had abandoned the building not long thereafter.

The Emperor entered what was the President's office and had been most recently Javivalenta's office. An entire corner had been knocked off by either a bomb or just the fighting around it, revealing the sky above and the street below. He noticed five Guardsmen with machineguns escorting a column of prisoners, their hands in the air. From the look of the prisoners uniforms, they were from the original P-Squads which had been so brutal and merciless in Javivalenta's rise to power. Suddenly the Column came to a stop. The Guards took positions on all sides of the men and opened fire, every single one dropping to the ground as flying lead tore them to pieces. Methodically, Napoleon's troops pulled out their pistols and with a quick shot to each of the fallen men's heads, made sure that they were out of comission for good.

"Emperor, dispatches have arrived for you." his aide-de-camp called out.

Napoleon turned away from the brutal scene below and glanced at them. 'Thousands of prisoners taken, resistance fading, city secure. Awaiting orders.' he read to himself. The message was more or less the same from every majour theatre of operations. His troops and the AVF had swept the floor with the filthy buggers.

"How many troops are disengaged and prepared to move?" Napoleon asked.

"500,000 are still lightly engaged with the Socialists, 250,000 on Garison duty. That leaves us a striking force of 250,000 with a reserve of 150,000 that should be arriving in Port Allanea late today along with another surface fleet from the Empire."

"Round those 250,000 up. Our commanders are accustomed to organizational changes, so this should not be a problem. Inform them that they will be making up the Army of Axackal and going to head off the Halladian troops. I will be there by nightfall to take command myself. Make contact with the AVF and Militia units already heading that way and inform them of this. I need coordination." Napoleon sat down at Javivalentas old desk and opened one of the drawers. Inside were several orders for execution, and several assassination orders. Among them, was an order that ordered him assassinated. He laughed out loud. "Frame this and put it in my office!" he handed it over to his aide-de-camp

He looked out the window again at the ships in the harbor. "Tell the attack ships to move out and secure the coast around Axackal. And tell the reinforcements they have new orders..."

To: Imperator James I of New Haven
From: Prince Cain Darkligt of Velsharoon, Commander of Earth Forces

We have plenty of .50 cal. ammunition. Feel free to collect some from the ammo stores at Horano Castle. We can work out payment after the war.

As with the previous two days, Bryn Shander's aircraft flew over Port Allanea. This time, they were dropping 250lb bombs. Four hundred thousand of the small bombs fell on the city, carpeting the land with destruction. Meanwhile, two dozen Firestorms approached the Kim Du Toit, just feet above the water. As they came within two miles, they each lined themselves up with the ship and dropped their torpedos. One by one, the firestorms turned up and away as their ten fish shot towards the Kim Du Toit.


Back at Horano, the Bryn Shanderian forces made their way across the Horao Canal via the single bridge spanning the water. Tanks and mobile suits streamed across, gathering on the far side. Over the next few hours, the forces prepared for the invasion. One more flight of bombers made their way across Allanea, but this one did not drop bombs. Instead, they dropped leaflets.


Attention Allaneans: Your government has initiated this war with a chemical attack on our common border. In the effort to reduce casualties, we ask that you lay down your weapons and welcome the invading forces. We do not wish to cause any more harm to you, but we will not tolerate any resistance.

In the effort to reduce casualties, we ask that you follow these rules:
All Allaneans are to lay down their arms. All Allaneans with weapons will be seen as hostile combatants and eliminated.

There will be a strict curfew between 8:00PM and 8:00AM. All Allaneans out during the curfew will be considered hostile combatants and eliminated.

There are to be no large gatherings. Failure to comply will be met with lethal force.

As the last bomber returned to it's air base, the ground forces advanced across the border. Tanks, APCs, massive mobile suits, and light hover trucks along side marching infantry, all decked out in black and red. The midday sun glinted off the hardened exosuits the infantry wore, and the assorted rifles and melee weapons they carried hinted at what was to come. Provided that there were no resistance, they could go right to the capital.

From: Emperor Napoleon IV
To: Leaders of Bryn Shander

Your forces have bombed Imperial Guard units of the Greater Prussian Empire that were based in Port Allanea as well as attacked our ally, the newly Free Republic of Allanea.

For these actions, the Empire of Greater Prussia hereby declares war on the nation of Bryn Shander.

May God preserve those citizens of yours whom you force to die for your twisted ambitions.

His Imperial Higness,
Napoleon IV
Emperor of Greater Prussia

IRS Presidential

"Grand Admiral!" said one of the officers aboard the observation deck.

Franz von Gadoriv, who was awaiting for any extra news, heard this. "Yes officer? Do we have any new orders? Or news? Or both?"

The officer nodded. "Err... sort of. New satellite imagery."

All of a sudden a giant monitor on the walls of the IRS Presidential turned on. The image, was a very large one. It looked like one of this WWII naval movies. You know, the aerial footage of a rather large fleet moving in a direction? Well this was exactly it, except more modern, in color, and advanced. But at least you know what it looks like.

Franz raised his brow. "Err... are they friendly?"

The officer shook his head.

"Fire zee missiles!" And so, Franz fired the missiles at the approaching Reichskamphen ships, lots and lots of missiles. In the thousands.

(Yes it's a crap post. I might edit it later)

OOC: Yep, you're going to have to edit it. I never even knew your ships were in the area. I will RP it out, I just need more specifics.

OOC: I think Reichskamphen wanted me here, does anyone really mind?

OOC:No futuretech. This is a PMT thread and it’s an invite-only, as I announced at it’s beginning. You may call your ships mobile suit carriers, but don’t deploy mobile suits into combat, I’ll be forced to ignore you for the duration of the conflict

The Allanean North-East

The Shanderian leaflets have not gotten the result they wanted. On the contrary. Allaneans - already spurred into action by the civil war - did not to take to things such as curfews - or edicts telling them not to carry arms.

The result was predictable. Yes, few - only maybe one out of a hundred - resisted. But the trouble was you could never know - which window would open to release a gun shot, which garage door would fall open to reveal a TOW launcher, which shopkeeper was packing a concealed handgun. And the red-and-black uniforms of the Shandians made excellent targets.

Congress Hall, Port-Allanea

The building was full again - though the PEF seats were conspicuously empty. Throughout the PEF rule, they filled the Congress with some form of People’s Advocates - basically nothing more than PEF big shots from around the country. Now they were all either dead or in prison - and Congress regained its standing.

In front of the hall - the roof of which was pierced by a shell and was letting the sun in - stood President Pro-Tempore Demarque. There wasn’t too much to say - they knew it all. It was rather simple, today.

"Today, as President pro tempore of the United States of Allanea, I declare the Javivalenta Government officially dissolved. The new Congressional Session is over."

The White House

If the Emperor would ever be surprised, it would be now, by the vision of Angela Murphy, a slender sixteen-year old with a pair of glasses that made her look slightly ‘geeky’ even despite her short-cut ‘dixie shorts’. She was carrying rifle that was too big for her, and blood, grit, and tears mixed in an unholy type of dirt on her face. "Let me in… I’m Mr. Kazansky’s secretary…"

She collapsed in a chair in front of him. "Emperor… I’m looking for Alex…." She gulped down her tears, "I mean, Mr. Kazansky… I heard he’s hurt real bad…" She started sobbing… "I… I think I love him… don’t tell him that… just tell me where he is… I’m his secretary… I need to know that…"

OOC: I think Reichskamphen wanted me here, does anyone really mind?

If you can RP, nobody minds. :)

"Young lady." the Emperor knelt over her. "He has been hurt. Things are not looking good, but he could still make it. He would want you by his side. Wipe away your aprehension...he needs someone to love him now."

Napoleon snapped his fingers and two Imperial Guardsmen presented themselves. "Escort this young lady to the infirmary with President Kazansky in it."

The men saluted and marched off with the girl.

"Francis," Napoleon put his hand on Demarque's shoulder, "You'll do a fine job. Get things in order quickly, because I have a war to fight. The damn communists are everywhere. Give me anything you can and I will drive them back into their own land where they belong."

OOC: Psychos, give me your sn in a tellegramme. I need to IM with you.

OOC: I...er...don't have IM. Just TG what you need to me. And who brought up MS Carriers!? I know I use them, but I was going to check first! Don't get all mad!

OoC: Riech, TIOR and my ships have been blockading Allanea since before you sent troops. Read back a couple pages...

OoC: Riech, TIOR and my ships have been blockading Allanea since before you sent troops. Read back a couple pages...

Reichkamphen had troops present in Allanea since before this thread STARTED.

OOC: He had ONE MILLION troops in Allanea?

Several fleets of the Royal Prussian Navy, mixed with many of Pschycotic Pschycos own ships had begun steaming toward the conflict a few days before, and they were now comming into communications range with allied forces. Leading the armada was Admiral Isoruku Yamamoto III. He had chosen to intermix the regional ships with his own. Silently running ahead of the near 100 ships was Pschycotic Pschycos' 9th, 10th, and 11th submerged fleets. The subs of these fleets were submerged, and forming a defensive screen ten miles ahead of the fleet. This would ensure there were no unexpected surprises. As they reached the conflict now, the ships were broke into three very large fleets, each with its own sub escort. Fleet Admiral Yamamoto contacted Reichskamphen's forces, "Could someone over there give us a real quick rundown of who we're suppossed to be shooting at. And quick, we're a large target, and we're gonna attract fire real fast."

OOC: Just so there's no surprises here, and to make this fair, I'm gonna be upfront with what I've got. The ZIMMERMANN-Class battleships are modified Iowa's, with 3 tri-turrets of 18" cannons. ARKHANGEL carriers are the above battleships with flight decks on either side. PICES subs are the above battleship with a submergable ability. They're used for surprise attacks, able to spring up quickly, and unload into a target. These three ships are the only modified tech. I use. If anyone has a problem with any of them, let me know now so I can strike them from my list before anyone gets mad.

OOC: He had ONE MILLION troops in Allanea?

Yes, in bases all over the country. They wre being built fot a while now.

King Nathaniel Conners sat in the Royal Office at his desk, he was intensly reading over the decree sent out by the Emperor of Greater Prussia for all Greater Prussian nations to send aid, military, volunteer, and supply wise to Allanea. He sat down the decree and reached for his secure phone to the Ministry of Defense.

"Hello Minister Wiltz, I need you to gather the Joint Chiefs, the Minister of State, and yourself to the briefing room here at the palace in 45 minutes. This is considered to be a high priority meeting, no one is to miss it."

"Right away your majesty." came the reply.

Nathaniel sat down the phone and stood up, walking through the doors of the office and towards the elevator, he muttered to himself "My father dies on the eve of my wedding, I end up being married several weeks later and then came coronation....and 2 weeks into office I have to get ready to send my country into war...no wonder dad was always stressed..." he pulled a key out from under his jacket and slid it into the keyhole, which in turn caused the elevator to rotate and open to a briefing room, with a long conference table and several different monitors.

He stood in the room waiting as the Minister of Defense, Colonel John Wiltz came in, followed by Minister of State, Admiral Robert Fredericks, and the Joint Chiefs. He opened the bar near the back and poured himself a small glass of cognac and sat down in his chair

"Thank you for coming gentleman, as you all know...Allanea an ally of Greater Prussia...that had Imperial Troops stationed there was attacked by Bryn Shaender. The Emperor has asked that Greater Prussian nations pledge aide in all forms to Allanea...this includes our military and our state department. I want the DRE to be sent to Allanea to help with the Disaster Relief Effort as well as for you Minister Fredericks to begin looking for the diplomacy involved, I charge you with being my represenative to the Emperor and Allanea. Minister Wiltz, I want you and the Joint Chiefs to begin drawing up plans, I want Air Strikes, Naval Strikes, and a Landing Force prepared...if we're going to aide Allanea and heed our Emperors call...we will do it the right way...no holding back. This will be a full force strategical military strike against opposing forces. I will be heading on the next plane to Allanea, as soon as I get clearance that my plane won't be shot down from the Naval barrier that has been placed around Allanea's shore line. I will be there to help advise and do my part in this effort...you gentleman know your jobs...hence why I've not given you any direct orders...I do not want to step on your toes and I know what you are capable of...you served my father well and I hope that I prove to be the caliber my father was and that you serve under me just as finely. Thank you...dismissed." Nathaniel said, he felt the surge of adrenaline he knew what had to be done and know what it would take, he then also realized that he'd have to tell his wife where he was heading and that would not be easy.

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OOC: Note that this means that the Conservative Empire of RightWing Conspirators is now preparing for massive Air Strikes, Naval Strikes, and a Landing Force to secure Allanea and defeat it's enemies.

Taking this into mind, with a population of 1.998 Billion, and 3% Active Duty, with another 4% Reserve Duty (Reserve won't be pulled in unless neccessary), the Forces Available to be put towards this battle will be:
59,940,000 (of course minus the 3 million troops spread out amongst my various embassies and interests)

OOC: I don't think that will all be needed. Would cost a fortune to get it all over here. Besides, I think all will be fine.

President Luke Markhai stepped to the podium, the flag of the Armed Republic hanging behind him. He looked sternly into the camera "Rising Tide will not stand by while an ally of our great region is assaulted. Because of the actions of Bryn Shander we will be pledging half of our active duty troops...17,020,000 troops will be preparing for deployment...this means navy, air force, marines, and army will be deploying." his voice came out gruff and rude, almost as if he were speaking to the people of Bryn Shander themselves.

*Transport Fleet 3, en route to Allanea*

"Admiral Wilkinson, any word from the Attack fleet?" Captain Roberts, the commander of the flagship Yokuru inquired.

"Yes, they are coming on leasurely. Not much of a reason for them to go any faster than they are. About a day's sail behind us." the Admiral looked out overhead.

"Admiral! Thousands of missiles have just been launched! They're everywhere!" the man scanning the radar shouted. The Admiral almost flew in midair to the radio.

"Wilkinson to fleet, thousands of missiles headed in our direction. We can't take them all down. All hands, abandon ship!"

The missiles would arrive within 15 minutes. This was the fleet carrying 150,000 troops intended to reinforce the Imperial troops already in Allanea. As it was a transport fleet, there were a few escort cruisers and attack ships, but less than half the alottment of the gigantic black vessels that would accompany an attack fleet for just such an eventuallity. The SDI ships. They served as an extension of the Greater Prussian SDI system and provided a missile shield for the fleet. Unfortunately, only about half of the missiles could be taken out due to the lack of SDI ships.

Men by the thousands begin throwing themselves overboard and swimming frantically away.

The missiles screamed in, the SDI ships immediately launching against them. As predicted, about 50% of the missiles were knocked out of the air, but the rest hit their mark. The entire fleet sank to the bottom of the ocean.

*Port-Allanea*

The Greater Prussian attack fleet that had been in the harbour since before the debacle began sailed out and towards the blockade. The commanders in their zealousness to eliminate the fleet had launched what had to be every single missile in their quiver. They were going to wipe the floor with the blockade fleet.

OOC: By the way, you CAN'T have any missiles left. A fleet cannot fire thousands of missiles and have any left. Its wanking otherwise.

Admiral Yamamoto stood firm on the bridge as the seen of hell erupted around him. Ships of the Greater Prussian fleets were being hit and going down around him, despite the recent equipping of Igelstellung CIWS systems. He had to make a critical decision. "I want maneuver Alpha-nine-six. Involve only PP ships. I want the rest of the RPN to stay back and provide covering fire!" he shouted. Fifteen Zimmermann battleships began steaming ahead toward the blockade. They took the shape of a giant arrow. As they sailed foward, they began firing with their foward cannons (9). The aft turrets turned in their respective outward directions. As ordered, and ships availible that were still behind turned broadside to the blockade, and began opening with everything they had. Sure, they could hit friendlies, but Yamamoto hadn't gotten 5-stars for being cautious. Volley after volley of shells were now flying toward the enemy blockade.

Another order was sent out to launch as many planes, F-14's were the standard on the ships, as possible. These fighters would bear the deadly HARPOON ASM, each tipped with a White Phosphorous warhead. As they launched of dozens of carrier decks, even the roar of water from the ships crashing foward was drowned out. The task force, nearly 200 planes, dissapeared off into the distance, aiding in the advance fleet that was sent out. Further in the rear of the fleets, an additional 10 battleships mysteriously dissappeared, apparently sunken beneath the waves. Sonar tracked them until the hit the thermocline, at which point, they dissapeared. In reality, they were silently swimming foward under and slightly to the aft of the advance fleet. Their mission would be seen soon enough.

Back on his flagship, the Admiral was talking to no one in general, "No blockade can withstand a three-pronged attack. It's a three-dimension battlefield once again. One that can't be lost..."
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OOC: Please excuse me, this is not the best example of my RP'ing. It's eleven at night my time, and I'm tired. Hopefully it will be better tomorrow. Good night.

--SCVM-02 BSS Scinfaxi - Goobergunch Sea--

On the bridge of the submarine carrier, a young man approached the captian with a note.

"Captain, we've recieved orders from Prince Darklight."

"Thank you, Ensign. Dismissed."

The captain took the note and opened it as the young man left the bridge and returned to his post in the communications room. Adjusting his glasses, he quickly read his orders.


Captian Kirkland, you and your ship are to immedietly strike Greater Prussian fleets with your multiple burst missiles. Fire three missiles at each fleet. The coordinates are listed below.

Good luck, and good hunting.

--Prince Cain Darklight of Velsharoon, Commander of Earth Forces


Captain Kirkland set down the note and walked over to his chair. Sitting down, he hit a few buttons on a console on the left arm. A few minutes later, his XO arrived on the bridge. Kirkland explained the orders, and the two began launch preparations.

A few minutes and two key turns later, and the first missiles were launched, piercing the surface of the sea with a mighty splash. It wouldn't be long before the missiles reached their targets and detonated, covering everything below 5,000 feet for two miles with burning thermite gel. Two minutes after the first missiles hit, a second would do the same. Two minutes later, the third would seal the deal. Within an hour, the Greater Prussian navy would dissapear from Haven.

OOC: Submarine-launched missiles that carry enough thermite gel to cover two miles [square miles?] ? What in the seven hells is this? How big are the damn things? Damien, please provide an explanation.

Gnufasur, Shin-Ra Tower III

An aide bursts into the President's office, waving a set of papers in his hand. "Cen, cen! Inkahd saccyka vnus dra Asbanun uv Greater Prussia!" The aide exclaimed...

The President was very tired, and he looked every bit of it. "Oac, fryd ec ed?" He asked, his voice worn.

"Ra fecrac ic du tabmuo dnuubc du... Allanea..." The aide said the name of the nation carefully, not sure if he was pronouncing it correctly, "Du bid tufh napamc..." He finished the gist of the transmission.

President Rufus Mew gave the aide one long, silent look, before simply saying, "... Ec Gnufasur eh tyhkan?"

The aide took a step backwards, "Er... Hu."

The President's tone was definate, "Drah Allanea lyh pinh." He waved his hand, dismissing the aide as he set back to work...

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((OOC: Secret IC Above This ^^^^ Line.))

Official Reply to Emperor Napealoan
From: President Rufus Mew III
To: Emperor Napoleon IV
Subject: War on Bryn Shander.

Greetings, Emperor. It has been brought to my attention that the nation of Bryn Shander has attacked Greater Prussian forces in Allenea, and therefore war has been declared on that nation.
However, I'm regretful to say that as long as Gnufasurian interests aren't threatened, we see no reasons to pledge troops against Bryn Shander.
However, I am pleased to say that a number of EVAH Mercenaries are en route to Allenea to assist with the rebels.
May the Goddess Cori smile upon your war efforts.

~President Rufus Mew III
~~~~~~~~~~

OOC:

Okay.

Before this goes into total confusion:

Until such a time Damien explains to me how is it possible to have submarine launched missiles that can spray evil thermal gel to cover an entire fleet and until Gnufasur explains to me how he gets his assistance through the people who are currently blockading me, and until some bloody sense is made of it all, I would respectfully ask that those actions are ignored, temporarily, until further qualification.

This is a PMT thread, and it will remain such.

OOC: Bloody hell. One damn day I'm not here and I miss this stuff. What's wrong with you people?

OOC2: I introduced MS Carriers.

OOC3: Hallad? Allanea? My main force is already in northeastern Allanea- places I've secured under Allied control.

IC: Heston-City, Eastern Allanea

As Tiburonese tanks continued to roll into the eastern half of the city, they were met with applause- mainly from the AVF forces, but also from some residual PEF members. Individual soldiers would be asked to sign autographs, tanks would be stopped for requests for foods and candies. It was almost like the liberation of the Netherlands during World War Two- they seemed unstoppable.

Southeastern Allanea

Tiburonese forces continued to met with low levels of resistance here as well- so much so that they had time to use their flamethrowers and torch some of the farms with illegal practices. Practices that had sold many Tiburonese into slavery and unnecessarily thrown innocent lives away. Practices that had, at one point, been the greatest threat to an entire nation. In short, they torched down the fields of narcotics, and sent the vids back home.

They became bestsellers in three days.

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To: Emperor Napoleon IV, Reichskampen
From: President Kaizura Monamara, the USF of Tiburon
Cc: <Mailing List= The Hermes Alliance>
Subject: The Reichskampen-Shanderian War

Emperor Napoleon:

The USF government has noted with alarm the unjustified, unnecessary, and completely unprovoked act of war by the nation of Reichskampen to the nation of Bryn Shander. Please note that, under the treaty of Osaka, Tiburon, this necessitates an increase in hostilities between the nations of Reichskampen and the United Solaris Federation, as well as the nations of not only Shander's Hermes Alliance but also the Osaka Security Treaty. The USF, which does not wish to unnecessarily provoke any nation which has not offended it in some way, asks the nation of Reichskampen to stand down and requests for concrete evidence

Sincerely,
President Kaizura Monamara,
The United Solaris Federation of Tiburon

http://www.mzv.cz/washington/nato_logo_m.gif

OOC:Now while the Scinfaxi is indeed capable of carrying a very large missile such as the one described such a missile with say quadruple the payload of a conventional SLBM at 2 tons to 8 tons would not just quadruple the missile size but make it go up exponentially given the fuel requirements.

Still the Scinfaxi is indeed very large its still probable she could carry a number of such Goliath weapons. However such missiles would be under normal conditions too large to survive sub surface launch, there are more than a few reasons why SLBMs are so relatively small. However this is a PMT setting so we can summarise that the same material advances which allow the construction of the Scinfaxi allow the construction of a larger sized range of submerged launch missiles and certainly with NS distances longer range missiles with greater fuel loads would be a necessity.

Now heres an issue, a big missile like this with an airburst attack must decelerate to burst, also the delivery module would be enormous thus leaving it open to interception. Nothing on the scale of stupidity as my starfall but still suffering the same basic problems very large bombardment missiles suffer.

Now heres the kicker. Say you do indeed have 8 metric tons of thermite gel.

8 tons of thermite gel spread over a radius of 2 miles must cover 12.56637168141593 SQUARE miles. If we round that last thing down that’s 12.5 miles at 8 tons that’s .64 of a metric ton per square mile of thermite gel. Now as much as this rain of fire would indeed cause issues and indeed may cripple or if your lucky kill a targeted small vessel with carriers being specifically in some ways vulnerable and at the same time the most capable of dealing with it you are dealing with a naval target and while indeed fire is effective and 0.64 of a ton sounds a fair bit when its spread out over a square mile its more of a very light drizzle. If you have three such missiles covering a total of 37 square miles you may indeed find a number of the targeted vessels within your overlapping radii, however some vessels will get through due to wind dispersion of your gel, and though no amount of sea water will put it out it will wash it away.


Now say the area it effects is 2 square miles. You now have 4 tons of gel per each square mile. This could indeed cause a much higher probability of lethal effect upon a naval vessel far overloading its fire fighting capacity, however, naval vessels unless on display never are so closely packed to be within 2 square miles in any numbers. You noted 3 missiles per targeted fleet deployment this gives you a not so meagre 6 targeted square miles, but given the large nature of the weapon in question that fleet would have found it rather hard not to spot it inbound with its own internal limited systems, much less a networked defence system it would have had time to begin to disperse and maybe even to deploy counter weapons.

Given the dispersed nature of modern fleets to begin with your chances of engaging and destroying a whole fleet are minimal though you will have as said a far more lethal but limited effect if and this is a big if with such large and due to their volatile payload vulnerable weapons are not intercepted. Also due to there exponentially larger necessary launch plume given their quadruple upsizing of delivered payload they will be noticed upon launch.

I must hold strong issue with the blanket "statement" that these fleets would be "destroyed". Such statements are very close to calling damage and you have left no room at all for possible interception which such large missiles with such very volatile payloads are so very vulnerable to.

OOC:I don't mind you calling your carriers MS carriers, just don’t deploy MS’s in combat.

OOC2: According to your map, your forces are in North-Eastern and South Western Allanea, actually. But meh. Your troops get treated differently from Halladi troops… unless they, err, misbehave. Now I will reply

IC:

While the Tiburonese still were treated differently from Halladi troops, they have miscalculated when beginning the destruction of Allanea’s drug industry. Greatly miscalculated. For them, they were doing the work of God, destroying illegal crops, defending Tiburon’s children - whatever. For Allaneans, it was entirely different - for them, those drugs have been legal for centuries. Some have even witnessed the Drug War Victims Museum in Port-Allanea. But moreover, for many, it was their job. Their livelihood.

Slowly, slowly, people began to mistrust - even resent - the Tiburonese. It had to come to a breaking point - and it did.

It happened at 12:30 PM, June 17th, 20??, on a small poppy plantation that has miraculously escaped the wrath of PEF enforcers - but was not about to escape the wrath of the Tiburonese - Allanea’s supposed allied.

As the flamethrower-wielding troop made their way toward the plantation, they saw a young man - maybe 20 years old - waiting for them at the gate. He smiles as he waved to them - and they noticed he had chained himself to it. A strange smell, not unlike the smell of fuel, filled the air. He spoke.

"Hello. You came to burn my home? No, don’t answer. I know you came, and I know why. I know this plant is illegal in your country. You have deprived thousands of their freedom for touching it. You have killed hundreds. Thousands died of impurities, violence, prison conditions - all caused by you. And now - your own country is not enough for your butchers. It was never enough, I guess. You could never lay still - not until there was one country free of your bullshit.

You know something? My mother… she ran away from Iesus Christi… from their prohibitionists. They… they are no different than you are…. Except they don’t come here and tell us how to run our lives. When she saw you come - she thought you’re not like that, either… she thought you would protect Allanea’s freedom - because you’re allied to us…. And now this…. You want to burn our farm? Why? What have we ever done to you?"

Then, without any warning, he extradited a small metal object from his sleeve. A Zippo.

Within second, it was revealed that the man’s clothes where, indeed, soaked in fuel. He became a living torch, twitching on the railing -a living testimony, a living memorial, a living, suffering evidence of the injustice - and it was all on tape. Then, the plantation started to burn, too.

* * * * *

That was only the first flicker of an even greater fire. If the Halladi entering Eastern Allanea would cause a group like the West-Axackal People’s Militia to rise up, enforcing foreign drug laws in Western Axackal - the Dope Basket of Allanea, where before the PEF came to power about 50% of the population worked in the drug industry and its collaterals - was downright insane. Soon, people rendered unemployed or homeless by their policy began to get angry - and so did their relatives. And friends.

People still asked the Tiburonese for autographs - but often, when a soldier would bend over to comply with such a request, he might find himself looking down the barrel of a Teen Dream. Sometimes, a person would rise from the concealment a poppy field gives you, holding the flame-thrower operators down with Thompson fire.
Within two weeks, the amount of incidents of guerilla fire on Halladi and Tiburonese forces increased tenfold.

And in the meanwhile, the Free Allanea Corps arrived in the state - 120,000 troops to be exact. They struck at the Halladi units in the area, outnumbering them three-to-one - just as the local resistance was picking away at every exposed communication, outpost, or official the Halladi had.

OOC

I'm late, I'm late (been busy at work)
Short summary pls?

OOC: The socialists have been routed, but Allanea is being massively invaded by New-Haven, TIOR, Hallad, and Tiburon, as well as Bryn Shander if he can sort his stuff out.

OOC: So is it a godmod, or what?

OOC: So is it a godmod, or what?

OOC: That seems to be the consensus.

Forodren Annon

Cheers arose from the troops of three of the superhaulers as they could see land for the first time in days. They had been practically fit in like sardines on the transports, their power armor providing just enough life support to make the trip bearable. Among the many divisions that would be making landfall was the "I Exercitis Sodalitas", or the First Secret Army (effectively, the New Haven Special Forces Division). Commanding them was the "Butcher of Yasmarea" and "The Kidnapper Mastermind" as some Edolians had called him, General Stanley. Although he was Dux Ducis of the Exercitis Sodalitas (effectively, a member of the Joint Chiefs of Staff), he had been ordered to personally oversee Operation Aurora Borealis: The seizure of Atlantic Island.

The plan was as follows: Special forces troops would be suited into "Stalin" Scout armor, which was lighter (provided protection up to .22 rounds and life support) and carried a backpack that could be latched onto the hardpoint of a gunship that would deploy a parachute on launch. With the Twin-Tail having 6 hardpoints, and 20 squadrons (12 gunships per squadron) deployed to Forodren Annon, 1440 special forces personnel could be dropped in every trip as long as the gunships were not shot down. To facilitiate this, Sparrow fighters would establish air superiority while trying to locate and destroy SAM sites with their Maverick missiles. Allied bombers would be asked temporarily to bomb Atlantic Island ten minutes prior to the landing. In exchange, several of the arriving divisions would help shore up the Forodren Annon front.

The Special Forces troops left the ships quickly, grabbing their gear as they walked off to the awaiting gunships. Each man grabbed as much ammunition as he could carry, feeding it into his .50 gattling gun. With the last belt fed in, he was locked into position on the wings of the gunships as the Sparrows took off, every one of the 25 squadrons (again, 12 aircraft per squadron) took off to attack Atlantic Island. The gunships needed to go immediately.



TO ALL ALLIED FORCES
FROM NEW HAVEN MILITARY COMMAND

Operation Aurora Borealis is a GO. We ask that naval and air power be diverted if possible to Atlantic Island to support our special forces in taking the Island before two of our superhaulers arrive with troops. Without this support, Atlantic Island cannot be taken.

Good luck. May whatever God or Gods you believe in have mercy on our souls.



OOC:

Sketch of Stalin power armor (Thanks Freethinker):

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v609/Firelance235/Nationstates/RealCommiepower.jpg

Render of Snow Tortoise tank:

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v609/Firelance235/Nationstates/Ships/tank.png

Render of Snow Hammer Self-Propelled Artillery:

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v609/Firelance235/Nationstates/Ships/SPA.png

Several minutes before the strike

They say no battle plan ever survives initial contact with the enemy. Not so. If your plan doesn’t survive initial contact with the enemy, it means you got your research wrong - just like the New Haven Republic just did. They forgot several things.

One of them was that out of the 240,000 troops of the Allanean Army, 10,000 were still stationed in Atlantic Island - an Air Assault Division awaiting deployment in Allanea proper. Now, they were waken up by their commanders. "Alert! Alert! Incoming aircraft! Suspected enemy approach!"

They grabbed their gear and rifles and ran for their positions. The enemy was coming.

During the strike

Being paratrooper is a risky job. No matter how good you are. Because while you’re floating in mid-air, suspended to a big, white, floaty parachute, all the training in the multiverse will not affect the fact you’re a good target. Over a nation where over ninety percent of the populace have seen Red Dawn several times, that’s a severe risk..

Even as the New-Haven troops began floating down to the ground, they could see several flashed of gunfire below them - and the Air Assault Brigade wasn’t even on the job yet.

After the strike

Another thing the New Haven army didn’t plan for is the fact that when Atlantic Island seceded from Javivalenta’s rule, the remains of the Allanean Air Force - 1000 fighter-bombers - went along with it. Even now, the first Ann Coulter Mk IV’s - basically, Forzando’s with all the bells and whistles (http://www.bateshome.com/jordan/rfx7.htm) - were getting off the ground and into the chase, each carrying four long-range Slander-class EMP missiles.

They did not plan to fight the gunships. The twenty-five planes couldn’t hope to do that. But the long-range missiles would catch up with the squadrons - fired at four missiles at each squadron’s projected location from a range of about 40 kilometers..

"Nothing like good-quality BVR technology, eh?" - giggled one of the pilots as they returned to base.

"That’s for sure, Joe"

[OOC: N.B.

The Allanean territories in Haven now(well, ever since the end of that conflict that is known in Allanea as the 'War of the Wolf' or something) feature three Taraskovyan Sovereign Base Areas. Unlike the other military bases in Allanea, these three locations are actually Taraskovyan territory, including territorial waters and airspace. The Grand Duchy remains neutral in the conflict, because it is funnier to see everybody fight it out while sitting cosily in a sofa munching pop corn. However, it will not sit idly should its territories come under threat. As such, I advise the various invading/defending/whatever forces to adjust their invasion/defence/whatever plans accordingly.

Please find annexed (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v77/Namellar/GDT/Haven_SBA.png) a map showing the locations of the three exclaves.

Thank you for your attention,
~GDT player who is too lazy to make an IC post]

Atlantic Island

Sparrows had already begun their strikes against SAM sites and against the fighters and bombers that were taking off. They didn't get the ones that fired the EMP missiles, but they hoped the gunships could successfully take the brunt of the impact.

The gunships were already flying back to Forodren Annon at maximum speed, Mach 2.8, when the missiles were fired. "Break!" The gunships scattered like flies from a garbage bag that had just been kicked. A full squadron had been locked onto as the others tried to get over the horizon. The blast hit the 12 gunships, knocking out their firing controls, communications and navigation.

"Flight, this is Squadron Alpha requesting guidance signal for auxillary navigation," Alpha Leader radioed.

"Guidance signal activated, come on home."

"Flight Leader, this is Alpha 6!" Similar calls came from Alpha 7, 9 and 12.

"Go ahead."

"Sir, our engine controls got smoked by that EMP! We're going to have to ditch."

"Light up your EPIRB and await pickup, good luck Alphas 7, 9 and 12." A full squadron's worth of gunships fell from the EMP blast, and all of the gunship's firing controls had been damaged. It would take a few hours at maximum to repair the systems, but while they made repairs, the men on the ground would suffer.

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"Ahh fuck!, General Stanley yelped as he hit the ground. A .30 caliber round had pierced his leg on the way down. "It must be a goddamn tradition for the commanding officer to get shot in the goddamn leg!" The parachute fell off automatically as Stanley limped to cover behind a stone wall where several other men were.

"Medic! Goddamnit, medic!" Stanley called out. A medic ran over. "How many did we lose on the way down?!"

"In this zone, about 135 men! A shitload of the rest are wounded, some of them pretty bad. When's our next airdrop?"

"Five hours, the gunships got hit by an EMP and need to get repaired," Stanley replied. "Get your gattling guns on top of this wall and lay down suppressing fire! Mortarmen, open fire!" Men with mortars strapped to their back kneeled into position behind the wall, setting up the mortar and firing back. A gunshot came from the back, but was quickly silenced by gattling fire.

"General, we can't stay here. I say we make a break for the village over there and await reinforcement there," the medic, a Captain, noted. Stanley nodded as he got on his radio.

"Islanders, lets get to that village at coordinants Alpha Bravo Six-Five on your map. Crawl over and secure it!"

"Yes, sir!"

Total New Haven Casualties so far:

135 men KIA
80% of remaining forces wounded.
30% of wounded are in critical condition

"Go! Go! Go! I want three rings of 25 Annies each running constant CAP’s around the bloody islands?"

"Yes, Sir!"

One after one after one, the Ann Coulter Mk IV’s took off, filling the sky with the screaming of engines.

"Go! I want another wing, 25 Annies, to serve as ground support against the bloody commies!"

"Yes, Sir!"

* * * * *

Elsewhere, things were heating up for the Islanders. Those who broke into the village realised that the rumour of Allanea as a nation where everybody had a rifle on the wall and a handgun under the pillow was untrue. It was an understatement - some had grenades and rocket launchers. And as the men where still detaching themselves from their parachutes, the Ann Coulters were upon, running them down with strafing fire.

And then, the Air Assualt troops came to the landing site, running in small groups, falling to the ground to fire a well-aimed rifle round, then running to new cover.

Yes, they took casualities. Heavy casualties

But many of their enemies were already wounded, and outnumbered five-to-one to boot.

"Hole up! Take the apartments!" Stanley ordered as his troops began to enter several apartment building. They didn't throw flashbangs into each room, they threw hand grenades. The wounded began to crowd the hallways as the special forces cleared each room.

"Clear!"

"Clear!

"Ow, fuck! Clear! Medic!"

The brick apartment buildings had thirty rooms, ten on each floor. They was small compared to a New Haven apartment skyscraper, but it was now a fortress. 100% of the remaining men were now wounded, 50% of them critically. 50% of them weren't going to die from their wounds and could still hold their guns. They began to pivot their chainguns out the windows as they huddled on the dead bodies of Allanean civilians. The fifty caliber ammunition tore into the enemy like a jackhammer.

Mortar crews began to fire their mortars out of windows, hoping a shell wouldn't strike the top of the window frame. Inside, medics tended to the wounded and dying, Stanley among them.

A mortally wounded Allanean, the only one still alive, sat next to a mortally wounded Islander as the latter handed the former a cigarette. They had got each other at the same time in the same spot and were going to die together.


Total Dead: 720
Total Wounded: 720
Total Wounded in Critical Condition: 360

As suddenly as the fighting had begun, it had ceased. The Apartments occupied by the Islanders had gone silent. guns fell one by one out of the windows, and the mortars stopped firing. It appeared as if all of the Islanders had succumbed to their wounds on the drop.

Inside the apartments, men lay with their swords drawn and hands on their guns. Some of them were still breathing, waiting, listening. They would wait for the Allaneans to make their move.

"Shit, hell, and all the seven layers of it!" - cursed an Allanean colonel. "Those godless bastards are tough!"

"Colonel! We’re taking crazy casualties! One thousand dead, going up, Sir!"

"Retreat! Go back, dammit! Go back now! And give me a SMEL! Give me a fucking, goddamned, SMEL! Go! Go, bloody sons of ignorant commie bitches!"

The troops retreated, firing useless rifles rounds at the brick walls. The Colonel was handed his weapon - a copy of an old soviet FAE rocket launcher - small, compact, portable - and capable of firepower equivalent to a 152mm howitzer. "Cover me! Now!"

The street burst up with gunfire, RPG’s, macihneguns, aiming at ever window, every moving shadow. And then, a second later, the Colonel fired , putting a shot into one of the windows - any random window. Then, a few minutes later, several Ann Coulter aircraft went by, dropping 250-kilogram bombs on the remains - simple enough to give the last Allanean and his killers an honorable grave.

IRS Presidential

"Grand Admiral! The New Havenites are landing on Atlantic Island!" a young Officer said.

Franz von Gadoriv looked at the satellite imagery that he had. It showed the bodies (yes we have good satellites) of New Havenites strewn across. Of course this meant that they needed support, and support they shall get. "Prepare to fire on all hostile military targets."

"Sir, we also have reports of ships arriving to Allanea." another officer said.

A pause. "Redirect all of our attack submarines to cover any entrance into Allanean waters. If they get through, destroy them." Franz replied.

The order was given, the ships prepared for another devestating attack. After targetting all the hostile military targets such as piers, bases, and what not, they fired. And oh my it was a fabulous sight, thousands of SLAM missiles flew into the air, well maybe not thousands, but alot of them. As I was saying, they flew into the air, hoping that the end result would be hundreds of explosions would occur. Meanwhile, thirty submarines were heading into the only entrance into Allanean waters to the east, all waiting to attack any approaching fleets of doom.

The apartments had been effectively leveled. All but five men were dead, killed in the explosions. The sparrows had failed them, having not gained air superiority.

General Stanley, Dux Ducis of the Special Forces, lay bleeding in an underground bomb shelter they had just found, one similar to those used during the one day war. Him and four other men had gone in there to check for other Allaneans, but found themselves trapped in there.

"Not many provisions, it looks like no one was planning to hide in here this time," a Corporal said. "What do we do now, General?"

"We die, I suppose. Hand me a cigarette," the dying general said.

OOC: Zepplin Manufactureres makes a very compelling case. I am tempted to call the whole thing a Godmod, but I will, however, make a compromise with you.

IC: SDI Ships travelling with the Greater Prussian Attack fleet immediately detected the launch of these missiles. Enormous and slow, they made easy targets. Calmly and cooly, V-5i interceptor missiles were launched. The Admiral of the fleet watched as one...two...missiles were intercepted. But the third one continued on.

"What the hell!?" the Admiral exploded.

"Sir, it should have gotten that one!" an SDI officer exclaimed in a panic.

The missile slowly approached the fleet. Another V-5i was sent up to intercept the missile but by then it was already atop the fleet. When it was intercepted, the thermite gel inside began to disperse, though unevenly due to the interception. Several small vessels were engulfed in flames, their crews in agony throwing themselves into the water, only to find no relief from the flames. Small fires errupted on other ships but they were quickly suppressed and within the hour, the flight decks of damaged carriers restored. A large battleship, a Stonewall Jackson class, had been disproportionately hit with the gel and was nothing but an inferno, as well, the rear corner of the RNV Jefferson Davis was burning. That fire was suppressed, but less quickly than the others. It would take more time to restore the carrier to full capability, but it could launch some planes. The Admiral shed a silent tear as the Battleship slipped beneath the waves, all hands aboard.

"Those bastards will pay!" he exclaimed in a rage.

OOC: I am going to be gone for two days. I give Allanea permission to play all my characters and RP my military forces. Good Luck.

OOC: 150,000 troops Army of Axackal
100,000 troops Army of Allanea

10,000 troops a day will be freed up to head in either direction as socialist resistance collapses. Good luck.

HMS Appolyon

"Oh my God! Sir! Missile launches!"

"Take them down!"

The Dersconi Superfleet and First Fleet were currently stationed off the coast of Allanea (as I have stated but never had a chance for an IC post {damn real life obligations!}), and were in the path of the missiles.

Which, frankly, was a good thing.

Every single phalanx system was online now, and AMIW (anti missile interceptor wings) 's from each Archangel (OOC: Not to be confused with PP's ship -- still two flight decks, but more carrier like than battleship) were launched immediately from the electromagnetic vertical launch catipults. Each AMIW plane was armed with a modified Free-electron laser, and at the moment, they were heading straight towards the missiles.

On the surface, the Archangel carriers and Zimmermann battleships first built in Derscon, but designed by PP engineers (which was often the case), as well as CG(X) Destoyers all were equipped with arrays of Free-Electron lasers. Unfortunately, the EWD-class destroyers could not be used, as these were ballistic missiles, hence had no computers to hijack.

However, the IRS Presidential did.
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HMS Appolyon

In the ocean, too, it was -- well, not quite peaceful, due to the missiles coming in, but it was close.

"We are firing in three..." was the voice in the Appolyon's CIC. "Two, one...LIGHTSHOW!"

Outside, the sky immediately lit up as bright as day. Every single laser shot at once at the missiles, and then again, and again.

Overall, over a thousand laser light blasts were fired, and with fairly decent accuracy, most of the Admirals assumed that the missiles were down. If not, the phalanx's could take them down, or another AMIW could be sent out.
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EWD-001: Superfleet, Forward Subfleet

On board the Electronic-Warfare-Destroyer oh-oh-one, the captain was looking over the shoulder of one of the techie people.

"Sir, the kernels are set."

"What will they do?"

"Well, sir," the lieutenant explained. "These algorithm sets will be launched at the IRS Presidential. They will then hack into the IRSP's computer systems, and launch three anti-ship missiles. They will then infect the antimissile programs on the IRS Presidential and disable them. Afterwards, the anti-ship missiles will do a U-turn and come back to the IRS Presidential and attack itself. The IRSP is defenseless, though, as all of its launch capabilities are down."

"Will it work?" The captain asked. The Lieutenant shrugged.

"It's still a prototype, but it has a sixty percent success rate, so it should. If not, I can fire again."

"Do it."

On that command, the first electronic assault on a foreign nation was launched, bringing Derscon into a new warfare age.

OOC: That’s the problem with PMT weaponry. Hard to know if it’s PMT or plain future. I thought this was fine, but many people have criticised Derscon’s orbital laser. So, err, ignore it until he comes on.

IC:

The Rosian missiles were decimated by the Reichskamphian response - and then, the laser beams came in, cutting, slashing, exploding, destroying. The remains, though, still hit the Allaneans pretty hard - destroying piers, factories, even some runways.

But it was much less than what the Rosians have planned. 5,000 dock-workers and civilians dead. 1,000 base personnel. Ruined airways - and already, temporary ones would unroll. The Island of Rose would pay.

Eastern Allanea

The Halladi forces in the area had taken heavy cassualties. There were already 839 dead and a thousand wounded in eastern Allanea, another one hundred were dead in other areas in the country and another thousand or so were wounded. So, a new policy was put into effect in that area. A new operation was started.

Two MiG-28 Flounder A's were on a new mission, a bombing run. They were over a town of particular trouble. They had caused several Halladi deaths and the destruction of one SKA-1 helicopter. They were over the target. They each released several bombs, napalm bombs to be exact. Enough to destroy two towns. And it was only half their payload. There were forty eight other MiGs doing this. The extermination of trouble spots was a dirty method, but necesary.

In other towns ground troops were used. SKA-1 helicopters either bombed villages or dropped men to round up everyone in the village. They were all killed. A number of cassualties, approx. 74 were taken in this action. But it was worth it, to cut down on the number of guerillas.

Meanwhile, another 150 MiGs made an attack on major Allanean military formations in the area. All of them were using napalm bombs. They had an escort of 200 Su-36 Imperators, the main fighter of the Halladi air force. No mercy was the new Halladi policy with Allanea.

In towns that weren't attacked, pamphlets were dropped detailing ways not to get killed. They stated that if someone was found to be a guerilla, them and their family would be killed. If a Halladi soldier was killed in a town, the town would be destroyed. If Allaneans were seen with guns, they would be killed on sight. Hallad was no longer taking any prisoners.

The Halladi aircraft passed overhead, dropping bombs on the Allanean infantry - scattered as it was in a battle formation over several miles. Hundreds of Allanean troops died. But the Halladi intelligence did not, apparently, tell them anything useful about the Axackal Army Corps.

Not the fact it involved 6,000 combat troops of the Marine Ronald Reagan Powered Armour division - each carrying the 25mm rifle standard for heavy powered armour troops. That meant that when the Halladi planes swooped down to deliver their bombs, each of them had twenty of those rifles aimed at it.

The didn’t note the fact that the Axackal Army was organised similarly to the old Allanean Army, and using whatever was left of its equipment. It meant, in turn, that there were about seven hundred AA missile system in it - two firing at each aircraft.

Finally, there were heavy machineguns, shoulder-fired missiles, even ordinary rifles in plenty, fired continuously at the planes until they fell - or retreated.

Yes, about a thousand Allaneans died. But it would probably be worth it.

* * *

The Halladi soon realized their failure with the Allanean villagers. You don’t just ‘round up’ a village in a nation where rifle marksmanship is a highschool course. When the people realised what was about to happen, they defended themselves. They ran from the village when the helicopters came, firing at them - that’s what you do when you have a life or death choice. Sometimes a helicopter fell, sometimes it didn’t.

If soldiers landed, they discovered they had to fight house-to-house against people fighting with the frenzy of fear. Sure, the Halladi would kill - and get killed. But there were countless Allaneans, and only a few thousand Halladi - and the Axackal army was advancing, slowly but surely pushing forward for victory. The Halladi would be lucky if they met with the Army - those who happened, by whatever misfortune, be captured by guerillas, would not be taken prisoner. They would be terribly tortured to death. They mutilated bodies were then hung from tree branches or utility poles, their breasts cut open and hearts ripped out, a red star carved into their backs with a knife, words of abuse inscribed into their skin with their own blood.

And the more Allaneans died, the more angry and cruel the resistance got.

OOC:

Okay.

Before this goes into total confusion:

Until such a time Damien explains to me how is it possible to have submarine launched missiles that can spray evil thermal gel to cover an entire fleet and until Gnufasur explains to me how he gets his assistance through the people who are currently blockading me, and until some bloody sense is made of it all, I would respectfully ask that those actions are ignored, temporarily, until further qualification.

This is a PMT thread, and it will remain such.

((OOC: Just because my leader promises Mercenary support, doesn't mean it'll come. And, last I recalled, that message was sent directly to Emperor Napoleon. And, lastly. I'm a lady, not a guy.
I'm in the Greater Prussia region. I was asked to join (Not directly, but indirectly is just as good), but as you can gather, we're less then thrilled about pledging troops to any caue not our own. So, obviously you don't want me in. So I'll moosy along. :D Bye.))

OOC: Sorry for the slow reply.


To: President Rufus Mew III of Gnufasur (in response to your letter)
From: Emperor Napoleon IV

(CODED MESSAGE)

President Mew,

I believe we have a problem in communications, or perhaps a misunderstanding of the situation. Millions of men of the Empire are fighting in Allanea to protect the investment of Billions of dollars that have been put in there as well as what is soon to be the newest nation of the Empire. President Demarque of Allanea has pledged his intention to enter the Empire and upon the cessation of hostilities, the Emperor is poised to admit him.

If the Empire fails, you and every other member of the Empire will be directly effected. This was a war started by agression upon us. Every single nation in this Empire has taken a vow to defend your interests if you are attacked. You are a member of the region and reap all of the benefits thereof, yet now when your regionmates need your help the most, you turn them down? I see this an inherantly unfair and I see it as a total disregard of the benefits and sacrifices that each nation of this Empire has made to ensure our mutual freedom from aggression.

If we win, we shall reap benefits untold, if we lose...we cannot lose...but if we do, we shall be harmed greatly, your nation as well.

I assure you, win OR lose, unless your government decides to reconsider their position on this issue the Imperial Crown will vividly remember your neglect of your allies in their time of need and your disservice to the Empire by disregarding the terms of this alliance.

I do hope that you shall reconsider.

His Imperial Highness,
Napoleon IV
Emperor of Greater Prussia

OOC: Also, unless TIOR posts something relating to the blockade, I would say that it is broken. Because, honestly, if they fire ALL their missiles, we can just tear them to pieces, we already have an attack fleet arriving and the one based out of Port Allanea tearing into them. Their only choice is to retreat or be mauled beyond recognition.(And if Damien's missiles work COMPLETELY, then the blockade fleet is going to be taken out as well since the newly arriving attack fleet and the fleet stationed their previously are engaged fully with them) Im sure they could come back at a later date and try to re-establish the blockade after resupplying their ships, but in their over-kill response, I see no way (except for godmodding) that they can justify having anything to defend their fleet with that we couldn't easily counter.

I don't want this to turn into confusion. For that reason, I compromised with Damien on what I would have originally called a total Godmod. I am willing to give and take, but not to the point of insanity. I am a reasonable person in general, but let's be fair...I take realistic losses. If you fire thousands of missiles at my fleet (as per TIOR), there really isn't a way that fleet is staying afloat without ALOT of defense. I wont try to work my way out of it and say because of this or that idiotic reason the ships were saved. They're gone. Along that same line of logic, I expect my fellow RPers to realistically report the situation even if it goes against them as it did in the case with my transport fleet...I lost three of my best units before they even hit the field....not fun.

In any case, lets hope this can be explained and continued rather quickly.

I shall be on and off until later tonight, at which point I depart and shall return either late sunday or monday. Until such time, as I said, Allanea shall RP my forces and characters so there isn't a huge pause.

Good luck, all.

Enemy Blockade...

As the wedge shaped formation of the advance fleet approached the blockade, the ships veered of in their respective outward directions, so as to pull broadside next to enemy ships. They used secondary armarments, 5" guns and so forth to target enemy main guns, and the main cannons, at this point all 18 barrels were free to fire, aimed at the superstructures and secondary arrays. The maneuvering was all very orderly, and not a beat was missed. As they pulled along side, the commander of the attack ordered the currently submerged PICES battlesubs to surface.
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Below engagement...

The commander of the submerged fleet read the transmission, and wasted no time ordering the fleet up. Up to that point, they had followed the surface fleet exactly, except for one detail. They were on the other side of the ships. As the ballast blew, the commander knew that they'd have one shot before oppossing submarines, assuming they were there, would chase them down. The battlesubs all had one major flaw, they lit up like a christmas tree when active sonar was deployed. As they rushed upward, the force of the water was indeed great, and all ten ships sustained some damage, but it was nothing the bulkheads couldn't handle. As they cleared the water, it was actually a slower movment than here portrayed, the turrets turned to face the enemy. Using the same firing strategy as the surface fleet had, they attacked the blockade forces brutally. When the attack was finished, they'd resubmerge again.
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Approaching engagement...

The F-14's launched earlier had until this point been circling farther off. Now, however, they pulled off toward the battle. A flight controller back on the RPS ARKHANGEL (A.K.A. ICS ARKHANGEL) was now directing the assault. "Alpha Wing, head off left to 10 O'Clock of current battle. Engage ships in that direction. Beta Wing, veer off right to 2 O'Clock of current battle. Engage enemy ships in that direction." The two flights, each made of about 100 planes, veered off in their designated directions. At the recommended range, they unleashed their HARPOON anti-ship missiles. The White Phosphorous warheads were explosive, and also acted as napalm. As Admiral Yamamoto stood on the bridge of the ARKHANGEL, he hoped like hell the enemy had good CIWS systems, or they'd be toast. Standing there, he realized a major flaw of his plan. Except for their 20 mm cannons, the F-14's were veneurable to air attack. Acting to solve this plan, he ordered the launching of an additional 100 planes, each carrying 6 of the highly effective PHOENIX ATA missile. He hoped that this would give them the protection they needed until they returned. His strategy's key idea was to blow a hole in the blockade wide enough to plant a fleet to create a channel for supply and troop carriers to pass through. The subs serving as protection would continue in their own ASW mission.
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Allied Fleet...

Many ships were affected by all of the missile attacks. Most regretably, 5 of the ZIMMERMANN Classes were sunk, and an additional 3 damaged. Even an ARKHANGEL was destroyed. Admiral Yamamoto was not having fun watching as his fleet was being torn to shreads. As he looked on, several supply ships, and older IOWA battleships sank to the bottom. He began shouting at no one in general, "Let's wrap this up so we don't have to tell any more mothers that their children have died! We've got people who need supplies!"
OOC: It is key to remember that this is all happening on a large scale. Blockades must cover large distances, so none of the attacks are tight formations. I threw this in because it can sometimes be difficult to grasp the scale of such naval battles. However, the scale cannot be taken as too large, or it seems like the whole attack is pointless. A perfect example of scale can be seen in that movie on the Cuban Missile Crisis (I forget the name).

OOC: Addressing Derscon
(A)

Using a system of prisms and mirrors will not a coherent light flow make without extreme loss of input.

You would need reflectors in the many multiple square kilometres of surface to be of any weapons application and certainly not on this scale of superheating a bridge.

You say “lightshow” this would require extreme defraction and lack of beam culmination of a beam of a bandwidth invisible to the naked eye. Visible bandwidth light lasers are awful and virtually useless to weaponise.

Also lasers cannot unless you have say a bank of FT fusion reactors backing them be used to blast a military base of the surface of the earth without needing a few hours or even days to do the job. A beam that wide from a reflector source may if its lucky give you a bad case of sunburn.

Target a single bunker yes, take out a whole base in one “beam” or “shot” no, also you seem to have an odd idea about a constant input solar based laser charging up before they fire thus creating “beams”. What you will in fact have is a constant “on” or “off” continuos beam to do with what you will.

You are not using a C&C style ion cannon but a laser which is a precision weapon. When attacking the bridge it would have been much more likely to cut through each of its supports using a continuos beam or even a split beam targeting multiple supports at once. This would still take time even with PMT power sources and projected advances in culmination and atmospheric compensation.

(B)“algorithm” is a series of recursive problem solving steps specially an established, recursive computational procedure for solving a problem in a finite number of steps. This is not a whole program which uses many algorithms to cover multiple possible values in a problem as well as possible values that may not occur every time. In the case of weapons interception the values or variables are legion and so the algorithmic series must also be legion . Due the recursive nature of algorithms they are flawed by being perfectly logical and only capable of handling a single problem and require step checking and fall back algorithmic paths if applied to real world applications such as weapon interception. This does not of course cover the thousands of algorithmic processes that would be required of even the simplest modern CIWS system for such simple things as checking humidity to the complexity of interpreting the returns from a networked fleet wide phased radar big array.

(C) CATs are slow. Very Very Slow. Modern passive can pick up the heart beats of krill you just ain’t going to hide with it.

Thou cannot deafen a sonar operator with white noise ..not since the fifties anyway.

You just “know” the location of every TIOR sub all of a sudden?

What you have done is create multiple mechanical sound sources in a PMT setting. If you did this in the 1980s every sub commander could pick you up clear as day.
Active communications and networked attacks in hunter killer submarines down to the very second where the torpedo doors open? Knowing EVERY TIOR sub position?

My casio calculator has the necessary processing power to interpret the returns from the primary sources such an act would create from not one not fifty but thousands of sources and the hundreds of thousands of returns this would create would not require in truth very much more power than a 486. Much less a probable quantum cored optic architecture PMT computer system with variable state memory.

Official Reply To Emporer Napoleon IV
To: Emperor Napoleon IV
From: President Rufus Mew III
Subject: Re: War on Byrn Shadner

Perhaps there is a misunderstanding. I did already state that a SeeD Division of the EHAV Group has been dispatched to Allanea to lend what aid they can. But, without the backing of my people, I can not and will not pledge troops to any foreign war not directly involving ourselves.
If it is indeed the will of the people of Gnufasur to pledge more then the Mercenary group EHAV to this cause, then so be it. You may expect our full armed forces to assist in this war.
Yet, if the people do not support this war, then there is nothing I can do. I will not lose the support of my people to a cause we do not agree with, especially during this upcoming election.
I am willing to avert some funds towards this cause for humantarian aid. Once the polls have closed and my people have spoken their minds on the subject, then, and only then, can I approve or disapprove the armed forces for action.

~President Rufus Mew III

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Gnufasur Live News

The ever popular reporter, Kyra Silver, was touring the largest city in Gnufasur, Alhaelc. She was stopping several people on the streets, and asking them a simple question. "Should Gnufasur pledge troops to assist in hostile actions in Allanea?"

One man she stopped simply gave her a gruff look. "And, we should care about this place... Because?"

Kyra blinked quickly, then responds with. "Well, the Empire of Greater Prussia has already pledge billions of dollars to this effort. They stand to lose a lot." She said to him.

The male Neko only shrugged, "Then it's a cause for Greater Prussia. Let the Prussians handle their own affairs. Gnufasur has its own problems. Gnufasur First!" He exclaimed, with a quick closed fist thrusted into the air.

Turning back to the camera man, Kyra could only shrug helplessly. "There you have it. Out of the handful of citizens we have stopped, not a single one was interested in supporting this effort. If the rest of Gnufasur responds the way these few citizens have, then Gnufasur's continued reign of isolation and apathy is expected to continue. This is Kyra Silver, and you are watching Gnufasur Live News."

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International Airspace

A group of five unmarked, sandtone painted cargo jets streamed through the air. Each carried a small legion of the SeeD Division of EHAV. These elite para-military soldiers would drop into Allanea to fight against the rebellion there.

"Dfu ruinc 'dem dra tnub-buehd!" The pilot of one of the cargo jets called back to the gathered mercenaries.

In the cargo hold of each jet, a row of Gnufasurian Drop Pods, the fifteen or so Mercenaries sitting on either side of them against the walls of the jet. In two hours, they would be entering their drop pods, and literally dropping into Allanea...

OOC: Allanea. Allanea, Allanea, Allanea. Wait for a man's post to finish before responding. That was two companies, under the command of two commanders who were going to be court-martialed for extraterritorial application of Tiburonese law next post. Before you actually responded. Now, I'm not blaming you- you couldn't possibly have known that the post was finished. But as far as I'm concerned, the three days haven't even passed yet. It's been more like seven hours between the two of us. And I'm going to post as such. We can determine the rest as it unfolds.

1212 Zulu, 7 Hours after the Cumberlandia Farm Incident

A group of farmers gathered around a platform, jeering at two mid-level soldiers, nervously standing in front of a row of official-status soldiers. Around them, the privates, who were doing nothing more than carrying out orders- honorable orders, they all knew, but disruptive orders all the same- stood looking squarely out into the crowd. Television cameras, all private, could be seen scattered throughout. The story would disperse, and the snafu would be avoided.

After a deafening silence, the most senior soldier, Air Staff Sergeant Bian spoke to the “Specialist Ylanta. Specialist Pdila. Please step forward.”

“The USF Military Tribunal conducted on this 17th of July, New Common Era Two Hundred and Six has found you guilty on all accounts of extraterritorial application of Tiburonese law, and hereby order you both demoted to Private First Class and reassigned to Fort Palahoi in the USF Pacific Islands. Dismissed.”

All of the soldiers saluted, and slowly filed back to the USF front lines. The war would have to continue, after all.

To: President Rufus Mew III
From: Emperor Napoleon IV

There is no misunderstanding on my part, though I wish there had been and it could be easily resolved as a result. This is a mercenary team.

You may fully expect this war to reach the shores of the Greater Prussian Empire, if it doesn't affect you now, it very well may in the future.

I respect greatly your desire to please your people and ensure that you are not unjustly using your military. There is even a section about that in the lawcodes of Prussia. This is something I do not fault you for.

However, may I remind you that, as our friends in Burgundy have reminded us so often, "truth is not established by a majority vote". So often, what is right is NOT the popular thing to do. That is the unique position we share, President Rufus, to do what is right despite all odds.

The thoughts and wills of my people matter to me greatly, however, if I know in my heart that a certain course of action is the correct one, I shall not hesitate to take it no matter what the opinion polls state. That is the nature of leadership.

I will remind you not to let the tail wag the dog...you are the leader. When the situation is dire, it is you who must call the shots.

I thankyou for the help you have sent insofar as humanitarian aid is concerned, but at this very moment, extremist muslims are committing GENOCIDE in the province of West Axackal and will not be stopped by us being overly cautious and...must I say it...afraid to do the right thing. The souls of the dead are crying out from their graves. Are you going to merely plug your ears?

This is the last I will say on the matter. I know you well, and I know that you will make the right choice.

God Guide you.

His Imperial Highness,
Napoleon IV
Emperor of Greater Prussia
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GPNN-Greater Prussian News Network

The Imperial Banner flowed as the television screen faded to an image of the Imperial Headquarters in Port-Allanea.

The Emperor of Greater Prussia stood behind the podium and prepared to address the people of Gnufasur and Greater Prussia. He had purchased time on every network.

"People of Gnufasur and Greater Prussia. We have come to a most interesting juncture. The news out of West Axackal is grim. The armies of Hallad have been rounding up entire villages of people and executing them...they are committing nothing short of Genocide in that province and the armies of Greater Prussia are there to defend Allanea and put down the evil in that province.

Millions of Imperial troops and billions of Reichsmarks have been poured into this campaign, and though you may conceive otherwise, if it is a failure, we all have plenty to lose, including the nation of Gnufasur.

Gnufasur is a nation within the Greater Prussian Empire...they ARE the Prussians. If there is a threat to the Empire, there is a threat to them as well. Should this ground be lost, I can assure you the enemies of justice will come to our borders as well and begin attacking our homes. When they do, they will not just attack Reichskamphen, they will attack Gnufasur as well. The death, the loss of property, the devestation will be untold if we lose here. If there is a collapse of order within the Empire, the economy of Gnufasur, just as reliant on the Empire as every other nation, will collapse along with it.

You may fancy yourselves separate, but by no means can you logically draw the conclusion that this is someone else's problem.

If only for the reason of the absolute Genocide being perpetrated in Axackal...the moral question of this situation alone should stir your hearts to do what is right. The blood of the innocent soaks the grounds of Axackal...what is your response. You can help us put an end to this!....or you can merely turn your head and ignore the problem...wait until the war is at your shores as well.

I have been corresponding with your President, and he knows the way that the Imperial Crown feels. My deployment of the armed forces is well within the parameters specified within the lawcode...and that alone should tell you that it is just...that it is right to fight this war. We shall be the sword of justice. It is your choice to be part of the effort or to fall by the wayside.

God Bless you all, and God save Greater Prussia!"

Immediately, the reporters who were watching, in an unusual display of patriotism from the liberal slime that they were, shouted "God Save the Emperor!"

As Napoleon walked off of the podium and back into his private chambers he turned to his political aides and informed them, "Be prepared for damage control. I have no idea what will happen with this...but I am not going to show a disunited face to the world. I am not going to bend or break on this dammit!" he shouted.

((OOC: *Claps!* Well stated. :D *Ish listening to "Highway to the Danger Zone."* :P))


Official Replay to Emperor Napoleon IV
To: Emperor Napoleon IV
From: President Rufus Mew III
Subject: Re: Re: War on Byrn Shander

... I have listened to your words. They do ring true. I was unaware of these atroscities being commited. Very well. I will officially pledge our soldiers to war against those who would threaten our region.
Allow me to speak to my people. They will heed my words better then they would yours. Then, I will commit our armed forces.

May the Goddess Cori protect us all.

~President Rufus Mew III

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Gnufasur Live News.

"In response to Emperor Napoleon's announcement today, President Rufus Mew has an announcement to make, direct from the Shin-Ra Tower III."

The scene cuts from the GLN news room to the Press room within the Shin-Ra Tower. The President is standing at the head of a oblong table. To either side of him are various department heads, such as the head of the Department of Defense, General Kane, and head of the Department of Internal Self Defense, Mr. Cantrib.

"Citizens of Gnufasur. I come to you in a dark time." The President spoke. "Enemies of our allies threathen our shores. Our livihood. They will not stop at the major players within Greater Prussia. They will come here, to our land.

"To protect our way of life, our very existance, we must fight. No longer can we remain hidden within our shells. Ignoring the world around us. We are as much part of the world as Axackal is, and look what's happening there! What's to stop these extremists from coming here? Only can a victory in Allenea garentee our safety. The stabity of the Empire is the stabity of Gnufasur.

"Which is why I'm declaring war on Byrn Shander, and all enemies of Greater Prussia. General Kane has already alerted the Armed Forces. Recruting offices all over Gnufasur will be open 24 hours a day. Do what's right. Enlist today. For your family. For your home. For Gnufasur!

"May the Goddess Cori protect all of us."

With that, the scene cuts back to the GLN news room. The two corraspondents are simply stunned. "That... That was President Rufus Mew, asking Gnufasurians everywhere to enlist in the armed forces..."
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The Gnufasurian War machine rises from it's long slumber. Almost immediately, the Terkomai Arms Corporation puts all of its weapon manafacturing plants into full swing, pumping out all manner of guns, tanks, jet fighters, and body armor.

The Naval construction yards at Zihuh go into full overdrive, churning out all manner of torpedo boats and gunships.


((OOC: Wow. My first official war. Whee!! ^_^)

To: President Rufus Mew III
From: Emperor Napoleon IV

President Mew,

I am very much pleased at this response. I am quite glad my estimation of your mettle was correct. Play your cards well, myself, and the High Command are watching and there very well may be a place for you on the high command should all things go well in the future.

His Imperial Highness,
Napoleon IV
Emperor of Greater Prussia
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*Gnufasur*

The Imperial Guard units based in Gnufasur reacted with great jubilation at the news that their host country would be coming into the fray.

Immediately, enlistment stands were set up all over the majour cities and in every possible small town. Pictures of immaculately dressed Imperial Guardsmen riding atop white horses, marching in a column on parade, and even an actual still from a battle with ragged guardsmen raising up the standard of Greater Prussia over a conquered city were placed out there. The pay was good. As these were the Emperor's pet units and the most elite of them all, it was obvious that not everyone who went out for it would make the cut, but generally the pay was twice what a regular soldier would get. The guard for the most part was paid well for their loyalty...but almost to a man...their loyalty didn't come with a price tag. If the money dried up they would have kept on.

It was a type of honour, a type of gentlemanly conduct not seen since the collapse of the Southern Confederacy or Napoleon's surrender at Waterloo that would attract many. It was the last remnant of a bygone and better time.

The Emperor hoped that soldiers in the Gnufasurian SpecOps units or other such elite forces would consider a stint in the guard, but due to the nature of that particular country, he could not be so certain they would.

OOC: Zepplin, you're something else. Good work, man. I am very much impressed.

IC: It was a grueling ride out to the front. Having left behind the city of Port Allanea and the government in Demarque's hands, he felt his expertise was needed in the battlefield.

The Army of Axackal he had placed under the leadership of Marechal (OOC: Field Marshal) Alexandre Brune, the Hero of the Reichskamphian Civil War. He had shown his genius to be a rival even of the Emperor's distant relative, Napoleon Bonaparte I.

This Napoleon, however, was headed out to the headquarters of the Army of Allanea which was setting itself in a defensive posture to deal with any Shanderian advance that may have come.

Already, nearly 100,000 men had been reassigned as Socialist resistance collapsed in their sectors. Men were left behind for garison duty, but as estimated, nearly 10,000 a day were being freed up. The Army was merely waiting and growing as they looked accross the border at Bryn Shander's territory. With news arriving by the minute of what was appearing to be a possible Greater Prussian victory in breaking the blockade, the Army was perched for what would end up being the most daring assault of the Emperor's career.

*Myersburg, Allanea* (OOC: Sorry, Boris, just picked a name. If you want a diff one then we'll change it)

Myersburg was in a unique position. It was being used as the headquarters for the Army of Allanea. As it was a railroad junction, it proved to be very useful in marshaling men and supplies to the front.

Trains had been coming and going almost without stop for days now. It was 3 in the morning and the platform was filled with citizens of the town, sensing that war was about to envelop them an everything they owned. Carrying copious suitcases and trunks, they boarded a train which had just pulled into the station.

One of the men waiting opened up a piece of paper they had all been given with thier railway ticket. It simply said, "The Emperor thanks you." and was on Greater Prussian Imperial Stationary.

When all the civilians were aboard, the train set off down the line and away from what could soon be the front. Then, another train pulled in, hundreds of men getting off and quickly moving out of the trainstation.

It was going to be a long week.

As night fell and the battle ensued, an entire naval fleet consisting of 4 Battleships, 3 Cruisers, 4 Destroyers, and 2 Aircraft Carriers were heading for Allanea. Coming from the south, in a longer route, came another fleet...smaller...but powerful none the less consisting of 2 Battleships, 3 Destroyers, and 3 Aircraft Carriers. The Sailors and the Pilots aboard the ships were on high alert and were ready to strike at any moment.

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Back in the Port of Conspiratoria, the airstrip and the docks were abuzz with Marines and Soldiers loading onto their appointed transports. The whole Army of CERWC had been placed into mobility and was ready for an agressive strike. As the Active Duty were being pledged, the Reserve Troops were being called into duty and took the places of active duty on bases and regular guard outposts. It had been quite a while since the CERWC Military as a whole had reason to move out at such a quick pace. King Nathaniel had obviously seen this as a top priority and with the precision and resolve his father had shown, the gears were set in motion for an all out offensive against Bryn Shaender.

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As the military began their departure, King Nathaniel had climbed aboard a stealth carrier, a plane with stealth capabilities and defensive capabilities to be used when diplomats had to be transported to areas that their aircraft could be at risk. He settled into his seat, and lit a cigar. "Lets get this plane moving, I want to be in Allanea as soon as possible." he said. The plane soon made it's ascent and it's flight plan was a direct route towards Allanea. King Conners sent an encrypted message to the State Department of Allanea.

To My Ally Allanea. I know we have not had the pleasure of being close allies, but the fact that you are an ally to Greater Prussia is all the reason I need to push a full out offensive against ALL ENEMIES. I am approaching Allanea in my personal aircraft, it is stealth and I will be sending a transmission so to mark myself as a diplomatic aircraft. I come to you to help aide with the damage done. If there is any other way I and my country can offer help...please do not hesitate to let me know. Following one of my naval fleets is a deployment of our nations Disaster Recovery Embassy, they are trained professionals in medical care, engineering, and construction. They will help in whichever way you see fit.
God Bless,
King Nathaniel Conners
Monarch of the Conservative Empire of RightWing Conspirators

Port Allanea Hospital

Alexander Kazansky woke up when he heard Angela sit down beside him.

"Is it… you?"- he bent over, coughing terribly, unable to finish.

She jerked in obvious worry. "Don’t move, Mr. President." - even as a former office holder, Alexander Kirillovich would hold on to the official title for the rest of his eternal life. "Your wounds haven’t healed yet. It will take a long, long while for you to heal up, even to be able to walk."

He closed his eyes. Crap. I hate it when this happens. He was wounded in the First Edolian War, and fought on the front in Axackal - so he knew what this was going to be like. But he knew what needed to be done. And he would do it.

‘Angela, my dear…’

Her heart jumped. Was it real?

‘Can you please get a laptop and type something for me? I would so be grateful to you if you did.’.

Top Secret, Eyes Only
Encryption: Highest
To Empire Leaders

OOC: I contacted Edolia, I have his OOC OK to annex his land, and no, none of you know about any of this if you’re not Greater Prussia members.

My Honorable Gentlemen!

Given the current weakness of Edolian government, given the high concentration of Imperial Forces in the region and the necessity to open new fronts and establish Imperial footholds in Haven, I suggest we consider as a potential course of action the opening of new fronts in Axackal and the Edolian Arctic, possibly also mainland Edolia. Could your analysts look at the options?


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To: The United States of Allanea, President Demarque

Dear Sir!

I am attaching here the draft of a legal framework for the Free Cities Alliance - a framework that our nation and many like it could use to join the Greater Prussian Empire without losing their sovereignty in the process.

Sincerely yours,
Alexander Kazansky.

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Port-Allanea Internatoinal Airport

While the military airport was still under repair - and as the same time as AVF troops walked into Mierburg, masquerading as civilians - about a hundred aircraft from Atlantic Island came in, establish the first aircraft base in mainland Allanea - and thus establishing a basis for continental operations.

OOC:

What is Dersconi's response to his use of space-based weaponry? The Hermes Alliance will not post again until we hear it.

OOC:

What is Dersconi's response to his use of space-based weaponry? The Hermes Alliance will not post again until we hear it.

I don't know, he hasn't posted yet. Feel free to ignore.

OOC: Wait, let me get this straight. Not only have you pulled a fully equipped army out of your ass near Axackal, but Port Allanea somehow manages to have a functioning airport after three days of very heavy carpet bombing? And you still haven't responded to my attack on the Kim Du Toit.

Unless you have a damned good explanation for this, I'm taking the issue to the regional delegate.

OOC: No, I did not create a fully-equipped army out of my ass. It was created a few pages ago by Napoleon IV. As for an airport, I never said it was fully equipped, merely that runways were established. The PAX is not in Port-Allanea, but about 20-30 miles away from it - and I see no mentions of it being bobmed by you. As for the KDT...


IC:
The Kim Du Toit began to sink slowly, it’s left hull torn by the torpedoes. Still, the water of the harbor was not deep enough to cover the SuperDreadnaught completely - and so, when it sank, it ran aground, the left two decks appearing out of the water, the surviving crew beginning to evacuate slowly ashore.

OOC: The Hermes Alliance chooses NOT to ignore the Dersconi attack.

HMS Appolyon

"Oh my God! Sir! Missile launches!"

"Take them down!"

The Dersconi Superfleet and First Fleet were currently stationed off the coast of Allanea (as I have stated but never had a chance for an IC post {damn real life obligations!}), and were in the path of the missiles.

Which, frankly, was a good thing.

Every single phalanx system was online now, and AMIW (anti missile interceptor wings) 's from each Archangel (OOC: Not to be confused with PP's ship -- still two flight decks, but more carrier like than battleship) were launched immediately from the electromagnetic vertical launch catipults. Each AMIW plane was armed with a modified Free-electron laser, and at the moment, they were heading straight towards the missiles.

On the surface, the Archangel carriers and Zimmermann battleships first built in Derscon, but designed by PP engineers (which was often the case), as well as CG(X) Destoyers all were equipped with arrays of Free-Electron lasers. Unfortunately, the EWD-class destroyers could not be used, as these were ballistic missiles, hence had no computers to hijack.

However, the IRS Presidential did.
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In Space

The Amon-Re group of seven satellites were in their proper positions, after being reprogrammed by STRASCOM for new orbits.

The six "arm" satellites, positioned all over the earth, all opened up and faced the sun. The light energy was collected and consentrated using such a complex system of mirrors and prisms so that it was thought impossible by most scientists. After this was accomplished, all of the six satellites shot their consentrated beams at the main control satellite -- in this case it was Meggido IV -- where all of the six beams hit the proper location on the satellite. Meggido IV then took the energy of that and consentrated it into one single beam, and doubled the energy output.
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Horano Bridge, Allanean-Bryn Shander Border

It was a fairly peaceful night along the border, regardless of the state of war between the two nations. An owl flew off the bridge when a rat came across it. You could see the big dipper from on the bridge.

Suddenly, a new star appeared in the sky. It wasn't very bright, but it would have been odd to the casual observer. It was a clear night, though, so one could not dismiss it to the clouds.

Even stranger, though, is that it seemed to get brighter. And brighter, and brighter, and brighter......

And then a massive beam of light shot down from the sky and struck the bridge with enough heat and force that the only way the bridge would not have been entirely wiped out would have been an act of the Lord God himself -- which was unlikely, as the Lord God would not side with infidels.

The recon satellites could not get a good picture of the bridge, due to the thermal blooming -- rather, explosion -- but the satellite pukes at STRASCOM assumed the bridge was gone.
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HMS Appolyon

In the ocean, too, it was -- well, not quite peaceful, due to the missiles coming in, but it was close.

"We are firing in three..." was the voice in the Appolyon's CIC. "Two, one...LIGHTSHOW!"

Outside, the sky immediately lit up as bright as day. Every single laser shot at once at the missiles, and then again, and again. For kicks, the laser firings were then staggered, as to make it entertaining. Some sailors set up lawn chairs on the flight decks to watch the laser show.

Overall, over a thousand laser light blasts were fired, and with fairly decent accuracy, most of the Admirals assumed that the missiles were down. If not, the phalanx's could take them down, or another AMIW could be sent out.
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EWD-001: Superfleet, Forward Subfleet

On board the Electronic-Warfare-Destroyer oh-oh-one, the captain was looking over the shoulder of one of the techie people.

"Sir, the algorithms are set."

"What will they do?"

"Well, sir," the lieutenant explained. "These algorithm sets will be launched at the IRS Presidential. They will then hack into the IRSP's computer systems, and launch three anti-ship missiles. They will then infect the antimissile programs on the IRS Presidential and disable them. Afterwards, the anti-ship missiles will do a U-turn and come back to the IRS Presidential and attack itself. THe IRSP is defenseless, though, as all of its launch capabilities are down."

"Will it work?" The captain asked. The Lieutenant shrugged.

"It's still a prototype, but it has an eighty percent success rate, so it should. If not, I can fire again."

"Do it."

On that command, the first electronic assault on a foreign nation was launched, bringing Derscon into a new warfare age.
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In Space

The Amon-Re satellite array worked through the process again, but this time the target was the airfields in Horano where New-Haven planes were being stored. The destructive power of a single beam had the power to destroy about a fourth of an average sized military base, but, just to be safe, the airfield was fired upon five times, with about five minutes in between each blast in order for everything to cool down.
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HMS Appolyon

"Sir," a lieutenant-commander said to Fleet Admiral Zimmerov in the CIC. "We have submarine contacts approaching with hostile designators."

"Take them out."

"Yes, sir."


On that command, fifteen Swordfish-class Future-Fast-Attack submarines broke away from the subscreen, using the CAT propulsion system. (OOC: See, Hunt for Red October. Basically, it's like a waterjet, but the noise it makes is so little and on a frequency level as to blend in with background noise, making it virtually undetectable) All essential personnel were at battlestations, and all others were confined to their bunks.

The fifteen submarines creeped their way and eventually came into contact with the TIOR submarines. Thankfully, they didn't see the Dersconi subs yet.

But that was going to change very fast.

Each submarine had four torpedo tubes in the front, and each sub targeted two submarines, so two MARK 55 torpedoes per TIOR sub. The commanders agreed beforehand that the subdoors and launches would occur simultaneously. The noise generated at that particular moment was guarenteed to make any sonar operator go deaf -- literally. Also, since the submarines were nearly surrounding the TIOR subs, the sound would come in from all directions, and it would be spread out in a way so that no sonar lock could be established.

"three....two...one....GO!"

On that command echoed by all of the submarine captains, sixty torpedo tube doors opened at once, and ten seconds later, sixty MARK 55 torpedos were launched, and the fifteen Swordfish-class future-fast-attack submarines immedately split up and scattered themselves in the sea, using their CAT propulsion systems.
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OOC: Sorry for the semi-bad post. A lot of it was catchup, and I'm in a big hurry.

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IC:

"Whoa!" The lead gunship's pilot said as he saw the beam annihilate the airfield. The gunships had been returning from their drop over Atlantic Island, the fighters coming back after the defeat. "Forodren Annon, this is New Haven Gunship Squadron Alpha, our airbase just got hit while we were about to land, can you suggest a new field for our operations, over?"

"Roger that, Alpha Squadron, we'll get you a new field in a minute..."

OOC: Err, TIS.... I stated before that my opinion of that attack was very negative - I don't believe it's within PMT limits. If you think this now allows you to use OMG FUTURE WEPINZ, NO.

OOC:

Let me re-state that. This is an invite-only, PMT thread. While I initially advised Derscon's use of the solar beam, thinking it would be withing the limits of PMT, I now have been advised by the Zeppelin player and others that would not be so. After listening to several other players on this issue, I decided that I personally will ignore the use of orbital beam weapons and orbital gauss weapons by all sides. I advise Derscon and all other participants to do the same.

The ability of smite each other from orbit will screw up the game for all the PMT and MT participants of this thread, which are in the majority in this thread and who joined assuming this would be a strict MT-PMT RP.

Yours,
with Love,
Allanea

OOC:
The nations of the Hermes Alliance are retconning their involvement in this thread and ignoring Allanea and Greater Prussia. We're not going to put up with any of your BS any longer.

((OOC: ... Okay... So umh.... What now?))

OOC: waiting for someone of our opponents to post...

OOC: Christ, so you're saying that the post I put two and a half hours of work into is worthless?

Damnit!

Well, I'll see what I can do to refit it into more correct PMT standards. It will take awhile, though. :(

OOC: Nah, not the entire post - just the satellite section. I am terribly sorry though. Now can we return to our normally scheduled thread? :)

OOC: I guess I need to respond to this: sorry for the OOC clutter.


OOC: Addressing Derscon
(A)

Using a system of prisms and mirrors will not a coherent light flow make without extreme loss of input.

You would need reflectors in the many multiple square kilometres of surface to be of any weapons application and certainly not on this scale of superheating a bridge.

I assume you're talking about my satellite stuff. Frankly, the satellite stuff was just something I thought of when I watched that 007 movie "Die Another Day." I wasn't sure if it would be ignored or not, so I tried it out here in this thread (First time I ever used it in an RP). So, no love lost, really.

You say “lightshow” this would require extreme defraction and lack of beam culmination of a beam of a bandwidth invisible to the naked eye. Visible bandwidth light lasers are awful and virtually useless to weaponise.

Here I was an idiot. I know that the anti-missile lasers would not create visible light. That was a stupid mistake in typing on my part.

Also lasers cannot unless you have say a bank of FT fusion reactors backing them be used to blast a military base of the surface of the earth without needing a few hours or even days to do the job. A beam that wide from a reflector source may if its lucky give you a bad case of sunburn.

Target a single bunker yes, take out a whole base in one “beam” or “shot” no, also you seem to have an odd idea about a constant input solar based laser charging up before they fire thus creating “beams”. What you will in fact have is a constant “on” or “off” continuos beam to do with what you will.

You are not using a C&C style ion cannon but a laser which is a precision weapon. When attacking the bridge it would have been much more likely to cut through each of its supports using a continuos beam or even a split beam targeting multiple supports at once. This would still take time even with PMT power sources and projected advances in culmination and atmospheric compensation.

You seem to be confused. The solar thing is not a laser, it is a concentrated beam of sunlight, designed to burn and melt at temperatures nearing that of the surface of the sun (near, of course, is very relative).

And what's C&C?

(B)“algorithm” is a series of recursive problem solving steps specially an established, recursive computational procedure for solving a problem in a finite number of steps. This is not a whole program which uses many algorithms to cover multiple possible values in a problem as well as possible values that may not occur every time. In the case of weapons interception the values or variables are legion and so the algorithmic series must also be legion . Due the recursive nature of algorithms they are flawed by being perfectly logical and only capable of handling a single problem and require step checking and fall back algorithmic paths if applied to real world applications such as weapon interception. This does not of course cover the thousands of algorithmic processes that would be required of even the simplest modern CIWS system for such simple things as checking humidity to the complexity of interpreting the returns from a networked fleet wide phased radar big array.

Again, I misnamed here. I think the actual expression is "Kernel." This electronic warfare is of course stolen from the Splinter Cell games made by Tom Clancy. It is a series of infinite recursion algorithms plus a bunch of other crap that was never explained in the games :(.

(C) CATs are slow. Very Very Slow. Modern passive can pick up the heart beats of krill you just ain’t going to hide with it.

I know they're slow. And you don't hide by not being heard, you hide by blending in. Sound camoflauge, basically.

Thou cannot deafen a sonar operator with white noise ..not since the fifties anyway.

Oh.

You just “know” the location of every TIOR sub all of a sudden?

Yeah, stupid godmode on my part, sorry.

What you have done is create multiple mechanical sound sources in a PMT setting. If you did this in the 1980s every sub commander could pick you up clear as day.
Active communications and networked attacks in hunter killer submarines down to the very second where the torpedo doors open? Knowing EVERY TIOR sub position?

THe communications and the decision to fire simultaneously were made when the submarines were still behind the subscreen setup.

My casio calculator has the necessary processing power to interpret the returns from the primary sources such an act would create from not one not fifty but thousands of sources and the hundreds of thousands of returns this would create would not require in truth very much more power than a 486. Much less a probable quantum cored optic architecture PMT computer system with variable state memory.

What?

OOC:
The nations of the Hermes Alliance are retconning their involvement in this thread and ignoring Allanea and Greater Prussia. We're not going to put up with any of your BS any longer.

OOC: There's no need to ignore Allanea and Greater Prussia for my stupid fuck-up.

OOC: Sorry for the other OOC post, but Zeppelin....wow. How'd you learn all this stuff?

Gone for two days and hell breaks lose, hmph. Anyway, is this RP over? Because I really just wanna relax >>

Gone for two days and hell breaks lose, hmph. Anyway, is this RP over? Because I really just wanna relax >>


No, everything is as it was.

OOC: Adressing Derscon Um I will try to avoid clogging up this thread any further however suffice it to say that incoherent “natural” focused light is a really awful way to go with well the truly spectacular defraction in as it were all the colours of the rainbow. And if incoherent non lased light why use prisms at all? An inflatable orbital parabolic mylar mirror with a single mirrored redirector at the focus would do the job of a weapon of some form. Still not the base and bridge eating monster you describe. Your most worrying ignorance of C&C is precisely one of the many reasons I know what I know and you by your example do not young padawan.

*C&C= Command And Conquer. The real time strategy franchise to start them all. More information at www.planetcnc.com

"truth is not established by a majority vote".
ooc- HA HA Reichskamphen actually paraphrased Cardinal Ratzinger (Pope benedict XVI). Oh, I I am the one who always says that. Its actually 'Truth is Not determined my a majority vote.' ;)

ooc- HA HA Reichskamphen actually paraphrased Cardinal Ratzinger (Pope benedict XVI). Oh, I I am the one who always says that. Its actually 'Truth is Not determined my a majority vote.' ;)

OOC: So? I quote people that I don't agree with/dispise with a passion. Just because you quote him doesn't mean you can tolerate him. And agreeing with one point does not make an endorsement.

And Zeppelin, since obviously you think highly of C&C, I'll check it out. :D

Otherwise, until I get some word from TIOR about my information warfare and anti-missile attack, I'm not posting.

So who are we waiting on here? As far as I see it, this thread was good till I got here....dang it! Not again! Do I always ruin stuff? Don't answer that, Derscon.

OOC: Ok...fine then Shander. Do as you will.

IC:

To: President A. K. Kazansky
From: Duc Guillaume Richarde Lefebvre de Centreville, Capitain de la Garde Imperial

President Kazansky,

As Captain of the International Imperial Guard, I must say that this proposal intrigues me. I believe it could well be time to begin to put a large Imperial foothold in Haven. At present, I am in the office in Reichsburg tending to things homeside, but I think the Emperor would be able to deal with that situation more effectively than I.

I have conferred with the Marechals, and they are in agreement that the plan is a sound one if properly executed. I will accord to you whatever resources are needed.

I must say, the staff here has been positively buzzing about Allanea's possible joining of the Empire. We look forward to having the first Allanean Marechal around our table. God be with you all.

-Duc Guillaume
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OOC: Kazansky’s title is honorary alone - same as if you met a former US President, he’d be addressed as President Clinton, President Bush, or whatever.

IC:

Dear Sir!

It is indeed a good option. I recommend the diversion of Imperial forces towards Edolia and it province of Axackal and the immediate seizing of as much Edolian land as possible - however, I may note that Hogsweat has threatened to annex the Allanean state of Hestonia. I believe it’s reinforcement ties in well with the strategic goal of Imperial expansion within Western Haven.

Sincerely yours,
Alexander Kirillovich Kazansky

OOC: So? I quote people that I don't agree with/dispise with a passion. Just because you quote him doesn't mean you can tolerate him. And agreeing with one point does not make an endorsement.

ooc- it was a joke, calm down

Ridgian Naval Forces had arrived outside Axackal. Marines were ready to begin the assault.
Allanean command, waiting for confirmation to attack.

OOC

Sorry about not doing much. Got a bad cold and fighting my own personal war against it. Not feeling terribly energetic guys :confused: :(

Even as the majority of the Axackal Corps were still bogged down against the Halladi, a small proportion - about 20,000 troops - have circumvented the Halladi positions, arriving near the Axackal border. And as the night fell, one of the commanders reached for his radio.

"We read you well, Ridge. Let's roll."

And then, the artillery and MRLS missiles of an entire Allanean brigade woke up, spitting fire at the Edolian border defense positions. It began....

OOC: Lock'n'Load, CR. Just RP some resistance from the Red Guard of Edolia or whatever. Everybody else, I asked Edolia if me annexing Axackal is OK with him. It is.

Otherwise, until I get some word from TIOR about my information warfare and anti-missile attack, I'm not posting.

Seeing as half of the RPers left the thread, now I have no reason to continue. So err... my fleet was never there >>

Socialist resistance had collapsed.

It was now time to shift positions. A new Army was formed, the Army of Hestonia. As soon as it was detected that Hogsweat had been posturing for an attack, transport planes had been flying nonstop to deposit troops, material and supplies. The AVF was also very strong in this province. It had helped maintain order during the secession and would be used to shore up the positions against any possible attack. In addition, as Midlonia pulled out that had formed up various local militias. Marechal Vraisfoi, another commander during the Reichskamphian Civil War took command of the Army of Hestonia, numbering about 400,000 (the largest Imperial Army yet in the Haven theatre)

Vraisfoi arrived days ahead of the Army and began organizing the various militias into a fighting force. In any other country in the world, Militia would be easily swept away by a trained Army. One of the ironies was that an Allanean militia was probably just as good as ANY trained Army. He put as few on Garison duty as he had to, and sent the rest of the militia along with the Imperial Guard and the AVF troops (about 50,000) to stare down the Hogsweatians.

Using skilled labour from the Allanean cities, the Marechal ordered the forces to dig in, and as the days had gone by, huge elaborate earthworks and trench systems had been constructed. If Hogsweat tried to force the position, they would pay dearly for every inch of ground.

Napoleon had placed the Army there in hopes of dissuading Hogsweat from shedding any blood senselessly. He prayed the government of Hogsweat would withdraw their troops. The defensive posture and disposition of the Armies could easily display they were for defensive purposes only and any reasoning by the Hogsweatians that they should keep their army there because they could be attacked would be seen as utter poppycock.

Seeing as half of the RPers left the thread, now I have no reason to continue. So err... my fleet was never there >>

OOC: understood.