NationStates Jolt Archive

Achill Island, Western coast 32 County Irish Republic:

As of 5am GMT the British 5th Corps has landed nearly 75% of its forces on an unguarded portion of the 32 County Irish Republic. A full strength Armored Division has begun a push into the Irish Mainland. The 2nd and 4th fleets will arrive offshore within 12 hours, with only a token force of Landing craft and several Broadsword class for defence. Field Marshall Alan Lancaster has declared Martial Law and all Irish are confined to their homes. Any who disobey shall be shot on sight. In addition a set of guidelines shall be enforced to cleanse the island of these Irish rogues.
Blood definitions:
(Just to clarify what is to be done)

* 75-100% Eirean - Of no use to us due to his lacking of physical and mental ability. Firing squad.

* 50-75% Eirean - No mental ability to speak of but enough strength to be sent to one of 12 Gulags in Northern Siberia, recently acquired from the Russian government on a 99-year lease, for forced labour.

* 25-50% Eirean - At the most he is only half Irish so there should be no punishment. He is, however, required to wear a shamrock badge on his outer clothing to indicate his possession of impure blood.

* 0-25% Eirean - English blood outnumbers Irish blood by at least 3:1. He can therefore be regarded as a citizen, albeit with suspiscion.


All residents shall be tested upon these lines and treated thusly. In a statement from Field Marshall Alan Lancaster "Lay down your arms colonial scum. We the Army of all things British have here by claimed this region in the name of Her Most Britannic Majesty Queen Elizebeth the Second. Resistance is futile."

This should be fun, considering you're invading a region of 16 nations. (do they even know? A quick look at their board would tell you they donm't)

Regardless we will warn you that if you do carry out those threats of yours, we will personally crush you under our boot :twisted:

Last time there was a British army in Ireland (in NS) it was crushed and expelled and this time, the same will happen. If you and your soldier value your lives, you will withdraw now before they, or we, move against you.


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Lugh Lamhfhada,
2IC,
Ground Forces,
Milesian Permanent Defence Forces.

Any British invasion of any Irish Territory shall be met with extreme force. Invaders and their cursed foriegn spleen shall be expelled, and a counter invasion of their stagnant homeland will be considered.
I, and the Irish nations hope that this is an exercise in propaganda, otherwise the Irish Rapid Reaction Army and The Celtic Task Force shall be deployed with instructions to shoot on sight.
You have 24 hours to reply. That is all.

Republic of Bohola, TD.

Field Marshall,
Celtic Task Force Operator,
Chancellor of Ireland,
Minister for Information,
Knight of Freedom,
Order of Cúchulainn.

Call of this attack immediatly! If you do not I assure you that you'll be met with extreme force.

Any executions or sending people to Gulags will result in The CFA declaring war on you.

OOC: Just so you know I claimed RL Ireland and Northern Ireland a while ago so you can't just say that your forces have already landed.

Y'see? We're a force to be reckoned with....so call off yer attack, and get out.

OOC: Seriously, if you're trying to claim the RL island you need to go through me first. If you're trying to claim the NS region you need to go through them first. You can't just say you own it.

ah :?

By order of President Fionn MacDougal of the Holy Republic of Danu, Delegate to the 32 County Irish Republic;

The British Invaders shall leave Irish soil forthwith , any and all responsible for deaths of civilians shall face justice by International Law. Cease and desist your current operations or face the might of the Allied Irish Armies. Your kind was not successful previously, do not think you can get away with such actions now. Think hard or pay the price. You have been warned.

Ah the pathertic mewlings of subhumans. How interesting. Attack my force and you shall have a significant loss of civilian life. Now is that really what you want? To have a chance to rid the world of your kind my Men will gladly give their lives. You Irish scum have had your way for too long. Attack us at your own risk.

Long Live the Queen!

Lord ALexander Stuart


OOC: I am attacking the NS region of 32 County Irish Republic. I still owe them for travesties commited months ago against myself and my (now departed) British bretheren. I feel I can get away with this as a great many nations in that region have either moved on or ceased to exist thus leaving room in their sharing of land. Anyhow I have troops here now, and you shall have to deal with it.

...first as tragedy, then as farce...

Ah the pathertic mewlings of subhumans. How interesting. Attack my force and you shall have a significant loss of civilian life. Now is that really what you want? To have a chance to rid the world of your kind my Men will gladly give their lives. You Irish scum have had your way for too long. Attack us at your own risk.

Long Live the Queen!

Lord ALexander Stuart


OOC: I am attacking the NS region of 32 County Irish Republic. I still owe them for travesties commited months ago against myself and my (now departed) British bretheren. I feel I can get away with this as a great many nations in that region have either moved on or ceased to exist thus leaving room in their sharing of land. Anyhow I have troops here now, and you shall have to deal with it.


Ethan Bell here,

It would appear that the British are attempting an invasion of the Irish territories. As many will
remember that the last time this happened they were spanked and sent back to there side of
pond.
Why they want to attack a region that has remained peaceful twords them, and that was allied with them
during a number of wars is beyond this reporter. Tensions are high here in Coolkirk.
Queen Red is speaking to her commanders and is making sure that if this threat becomes reality, we are
ready to protect our homelands.

"We shall try to remain at peace with this region we were allied with. However,
if they go forward with their plans to invade. We shall retailiate, we shall not allow them to do any form
of damage to our homelands, and the people their of. We are proud of our heritage and shall fight,
to keep it. Go in glory my brothers and sisters, and remember what we shall be fighting for.....Freedom!"
They chanted in the streets....
"Long live Queen Red, Long live Queen Red!"

People are here always ready for a good fight. Tonight the pints shall drain and the men shall prepare...

Well, thats it for this reporter. I have lots of ground to cover tonight.

This is Ethan Bell, out of Coolkirk........CHEERS!

The Freeland of Bodies Without Organs, a nation comprised mainly of Northern Ireland ex-pats announces that it is prepared to look after any evacuees which may need to be relocated whilst the nation of British Imperialism have seven shades of righteous shite kicked out of them.

We also await the inevitable strikes and paralysis of the nation of British Imperialism as all those of Irish descent who are currently working there rise up against this unjustified agression.

Agh! Damn anti-Irish Brits! I can stand most of the English people, but
@#!holes like you must perish! :evil: I'd also like to point out that you sent 75% of your forces into the irish territory . If you do not cease hostilities at once, i will make you pay for your stupidity by invading your nation and leveling it! :twisted:

oh, by the way. you have until 8:00 p.m. tomorrow real time to cease activities against the irish. or else.......YOU WILL SUFER ETERNAL PAIN AND SUFFERING!!!! MWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! :twisted: :twisted: :twisted: :twisted: :twisted: :twisted: :twisted: :twisted: :twisted: :twisted: :twisted: :twisted: :twisted: :twisted: :twisted: :twisted: :D

[quote="British Imperialism"]Ah the pathertic mewlings of subhumans. How interesting. Attack my force and you shall have a significant loss of civilian life. Now is that really what you want? To have a chance to rid the world of your kind my Men will gladly give their lives. You Irish scum have had your way for too long. Attack us at your own risk.



Cmdr.:..................Prepare the missiles! We will fire at exactly 8 tomorrow if they do not stop.

LT.:Yes Cmdr!

Oh, and you'll find us "subhumans" to be one big pain in the posterior when we're fighting. your men will be giving their lives away very quickly if you decide to attack.

Ethnic cleansing? That's quite out of order!
Crack at the Mick's one thing, but this is doing none of us a jot of good!

Sanctions declared against British Imperialism!

The Freeland of Bodies Without Organs reports that it is no longer prepared to trade with British Imperialism. There have been reports of flag burnings taking place in the streets of the capital. Volunteer Civil Order Marshall Charlie Brennan was reported as saying in an impromptu press conference "They've broken the one rule they should have learned - 'Don't call up what you can't put down'. There's a storm coming. Now, go you down there and see if you can get some good shots of the protests outside their consulate."

Foreign Affairs Delegate Lizzette Rourke issued the following statement: "We call on all the nations of and affiliated to Ireland, despite this outrageous invasion, to limit their defenses to the use of convential weapons and to avoid at all costs civilian damage. We also call on the oppressed people of British Imperialism to rise up against their Britannic Majesties and resist the military outrages that they seem determined to carry out. We will be broadcasting tips on civil disobedience and industrial sabotage all night on BWORadio International."

Exercept from BWORadio International:

Abe: "...and then after having lit the cotton wool fuse, throw, stand back and watch the fireworks"

'Laughing Boy' McClennan: "I'm sure that'll come in useful to the oppressed people of British Imperialism. And we'll be having a little talk about disabling powerlines shortly, but first we'll have a tune by The Clash - "English Civil War" and then Abe will be back giving us a quick run down on making drogue bombs. so here we go with The Clash..."

Joint press release issued by the First Extraordinary Paramilitary Council of Bodies Without Organs:

The time has come to lay down our differences: for the duration of the invasion by British Imperialism we, the follwoing organizations:

BWO Volunteer Force
BWO Freedom Fighters
BWO Defense Army
BWO Republican Army
Real BWO Republican Army
Continuity BWO Republican Army
BWO NAtionalist Army
(etc...)

Do declare that in the light of the outrageous threats of ethnic cleansing issued by the nation of British Imperialism we are:
1.) Calling a temporary cessation of all military activities _within_ the Freeland of Bodies Without Organs.
2.) Carrying out intergroup conferences with the aim of forming plans to resist the Nation of British Imperialism.
3.) Calling for volunteers to form an International Brigade to fight the Nation of British Imperialism.

We are carrying out these extraordinary steps as we find the threats of ethnic cleansing unpalatable, and even those traditionally loyalist groups mentioned above do declare that they are a step to far. Indeed, many members of said groups find themselves, despite their political allegiances, falling within the ambit of the ethnic divisions declared by British Imperialism.

The Nation of British Imperialism has caught a tiger by the tail and now it must be ready to have its balls bitten off.


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Breaking News:
450 experienced paramilitaries and 3000 previously unexperienced civilians are reported as having signed the "Solemn League and Covenenant Against British Imperialism" today outside the City Hall in a ceremony at which both Reverent Parsley and Bishop Brennan were present. They are currently being organised into militia squads and are ready fight the forces of British Imperialism by all means necessary.

Being 62.5% Irish, Matthew Sullivan, Leader of RC, is upset with Brittian. Military Action is not out of the question

Update--RC troops will be sent to Ireland to reinforce the defence. A forced return stratagy is being considered confidentially--that is RC send troops to Brittian to force the invaders to withdrawl troops and defend their homeland. Hopefully this will turn back the invasion.

we are readying the following forces
Army
2nd,
3rd,
and 4th armored divisions: M1 Abrams

1st 155 howitzer artillery battalion

1,200,000 ground troops, transported in Bradley fighting vehicles
300,000 armed with RPG-9s
300,000 with M-60 Machine guns
600,000 with M-16s

Militia
2,000,000 troops in BH-1 Humvees
1,000,000 armed with M-16s
500,000 with RPG-9s
500,000 with M-60s

Snipers
500 armed with .50 Barrett rifles

Special forces
20 teams of Blue Rogues, armed with whatever they feel like carrying.

Extra
501 Sunburn ICCMs(InterContinentalCruiseMissiles)
(( For launching at the enemy's home nation))

To the strains of "Viva La Quintta Brigada" performed by Christy Moor, currently on tour in Bodies Without Organs, the 3,500 members of the newly formed BWO International Brigade have departed from the docks of the capitol city. Their eventual destination has not been revealed, and many questions have been asked regarding the coherence of such a green fighting force established by groups with their own long standing political differences, but a spokesman issued the following report: "Never underestimate the might of a nation enraged".


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Anyone fighting the forces of British Imperialism can house and control these troops. They are badly trained and lightly armed, but contain several experienced paramilitaries. Probably best to split the civilian volunteers away from the rest and employ them as ambulance drivers or other such support units, and let the paramilitaries sow chaos behind the lines of the invading forces.

(Just to clarify what is to be done)

* 75-100% Eirean - Of no use to us due to his lacking of physical and mental ability. Firing squad.

* 50-75% Eirean - No mental ability to speak of but enough strength to be sent to one of 12 Gulags in Northern Siberia, recently acquired from the Russian government on a 99-year lease, for forced labour.

* 25-50% Eirean - At the most he is only half Irish so there should be no punishment. He is, however, required to wear a shamrock badge on his outer clothing to indicate his possession of impure blood.

* 0-25% Eirean - English blood outnumbers Irish blood by at least 3:1. He can therefore be regarded as a citizen, albeit with suspiscion.



Queen Red paces the floor of the balcony looking out over Coolkirk. She shakes her head and wish her love was here by her side.
She speaks softly to herself........

"Michael, I could really use your wisdom now! This nation speaks of Genocide! I have heard of this in the past, but here in the region of Ireland, tis truely hard to believe. I must be strong, as this ethinic cleansing issue will surely upset our people. We must show this nation that this type of threat is unexceptable! We shall not stand for this sort of bold speech, and this sort of perverted actions."

She walked back into the ballroom, and poured herself a drink. "Yes, they will rue the day they spoke these words!"

O'Donald "get Fionn on the line"

A rustbucket ship rests at anchor in international waters just off the coast of Imperial Britain. Around it circle motorized patrol boats. Atop its massive radio broadcst mast their flutters a skull and crossbones.
This is the volunteer staffed mobile broadcasting unit of BWORadio International. It is piping out a round the clock schedule of messages of 'peace' to the oppressed peoples of British Imperialism.
Here is the running order for today:

00:00-03:00 Fighting Songs of the Islands of Ireland with Shane McGowan and Jake Burns
03:00-06:00 Nightcrawlers - readings from the great works of pan-Irish literature, presented by Seamus Heaney
06:00-09:00 A Short History of British Imperialist Perfidy - an indepth study of how the people of British Imperialism have been swindled, done down and kept in poverty by their Brittannic Majesties and their ruling military elite. Presented by "the backbar historian" Sam McAughtrey
09:00-10:00 Immigrant Song: Documentary about the injustices carried against pan-Irish workers in the Nation of British Imperialism
10:00-12:00 Drunken Wastrels Against The War - Talk and Sport co-hosted by Alex "Hurricane" Higgins and George Best
12:00-13:00 Genealogy Can Be Fun! - Doctor Bob Shaw presents some interesting findings showing the amount of Irish blood that flows in many of the leading political and military figures in the nation of British Imperialism.
13:00-15:00 Workers' Playtime! - "Captain Black" gives the low down on immobilising vehicles, blocking roads and causing stoppages in the factories of British Imperialism. You never knew that a handful of iron filings and a powerful magnet could be so much fun!
15:00-16:00 Vox Pop - phone in debate hosted by former Miss Body Without Organs (2001) Madeileine Harrison. She'll be chatting with families giving their messages of support to the BWO International Brigade.
16:00-18:00 Anthems Of The Irish and Affiliated Nations played by Brian Marsden at the capital city Wurlitzer Hall
18:00-20:00 Fighting Talk: a compilation of recordings of the many pan-Irish leaders and heads of state as they react to outrageous provocations carried out by the invading forces.
20:00-22:00 Soldiers' Songs - a programme of military tunes and reviews of the vast forces that are amassing to resist British Imperialist incursions
22:00-00:00 Talks about Talks - direct appeals from the people of BWO to the peoples of British Imperialism, encouraging them to rise up and overthrow their warmongering oppressors.

"That was Toxic Waste with "Plastic Bullets". You are listening to BWORadio International - and we're urging you people of British Imperialism to rise up and overthrow your militarist oppressors. We'll have some more descriptions of how to disrupt communication systems coming up shortly, but first here's Stiff Little Fingers and 'State Of Emergency'. You are listening to BWORadio International - where we tell it like 'tis..."

This just in:

Second Bonfire night in July!
Effigies of "Butcher" Lancaster burnt across the Province!

Last night the skies of Bodies Without Organs were black with smoke as for the second time this month the Protestant communities held a bonfire night - but this time with a difference!

The fires were strictly non-confrontational and non-sectarian, and a spirit of good natured fun pervaded the locations as the effigies of Alan "Butcher" Lancaster and their Brittanic Majesties were set atop the towering pyres.

"They might think they're in the hot seat now, but that's nothing to the roasting they'll be getting soon" said an individual who wished to remain nameless.

As the fires lit up the night sky people from both communities came together in anticipating the speedy expulsion of British Imperialist forces from pan-Irish territories and hoping for the downfall of the elitist British Imperialist dictatorship.

Bouncy castles and face-painting were laid on for the children and live music played throughout the night. This second bonfire night has gone a long way to healing the rifts which opened up over the 12th of July. Collections were held to support any evacuees and donations of medicines and other healthcare supplies were very plentiful.

A laughing individual, who also wished to remain nameless was heard to shout "Ready for Peace - Prepared for War!" to the cheers of the assembled masses.

"Queen Red, this is Fionn. Yes it appears to be the same ones as before. Wonder if they still think you are dead? But seriously I have mobilized the Pearce, Connolly, and DeValera Divisions to deal with this situation as well as a Carrier Battlegroup assembling to cut off any attempt at reinforcement. Hold for a moment I have another call" Placing the phone down Fionn glanced up at his aid Rory O'Donnell. " So what news do you have for me?" "Good news. We have mobilized the Armagh snipers around the area and it just happens that our AWACS have caught on radar their airsupport. We have launched fighters to intercept, they don't stand a chance. And it looks as if their is quite a bit of support from other nations angered by Imperialisms actions."


Fionn looks up " Send my personal Thanks to all Nations involved and that we will glady accept international assitance in punishing this evil. "

"Yes Sir, right on that."

As Rory leaves the room Fionn picks up the phone" So Red, what is happening on your end?"

"We have mobilized the Armagh snipers...

:wink:

Agh! Damn anti-Irish Brits! I can stand most of the English people, but
@#!holes like you must perish! :evil: I'd also like to point out that you sent 75% of your forces into the irish territory . If you do not cease hostilities at once, i will make you pay for your stupidity by invading your nation and leveling it! :twisted:

If you read carefully it is 75% of that corps not my total force. I have more forces moving into the area.

And now back to our regularly scheduled programming on BWORadio International:

"This is Madeleine Harrison, winner of Miss Bodies Without Organs 2001 and New Crossmaglen Lovely Girls 2002, and I'm here on board the BSV Caitlin Costello broadcasting to the free people of British Imperialism. And we've just got another report coming in now - two more ship have departed from Bodies Without Organs. And let's see, I've got the names right here - they are the hospital ship "Memories Of Lagan Valley" which is destined for the waters off Achill Island on a purely non-partisan humanitarian mission. It will be providing medical aid to all those that need it, regardless of whether they are the proud free peoples of pan-Irish nations or the misled and manipulated soldiers fighting under the despotic leadership of self-styled "Field Marshall" Alan Lancaster. So a big hello to all those lovely nurses and doctors sailing out on that one. And, hang on, the other ship is the first of a whole convoy, apparently, "Pride Of Slemish Mountain", and all we can say is that its loaded down to the gunnels, is that right - "the gunnels?", with granite bound for the ports of British Imperialism. So we send our love to the skeleton crew of volunteers on that one... so... hang on... shhh.. what do you mean I wasn't meant to broadcast that one... look, its okay, darling, I didn't say they were going to scuttle it and block the port, did I? No. Oh wait, is this mic still on? Oh, ballo..."

Fade to "Dearg Doom" by Horslips ...

Deep in The Reich, Maire Haru, niece of Princess Maire of The 32 County Irish Republic and Exaulted Leader and Saviour of The Armed Nation of HARU sat at her desk. She was as usual surruonded by her top aides. Copies of the daily news lay strewn across her desk. She could not believe her eyes. The 32 County Irish Republic was under attack by British Imperialism. Ethnic cleansing... Who the hell did these Imperialist scum think they were?

Maire said a quick prayer for her aunt's safety then turned and faced her advisors.

" Gentlemen, I know that we have been dealing with issues regarding the SATO dogs and the Elven menace but a situation has come up that deserves our attention."

Sebatian, always the contemplative one looked at the vid screen where scenes of The 32 County Irish Republic were flashing across the screen. War ships staioned off the West coast flying the british imperial flags. Other ships fling the colors of other Irish nations and their allies in an attempt to block the Brits. He noticed a sadness pass over Maire's face which was quickly replaced with determination to handle the situation.

"Your Excellency, " Sebatian began. " I know that you care for your aunt but is it really wise to think of getting involved? We have King Will to deal with; he must not go unpunished for his attempted coup. We don't want to spread ourselves too thin."

" Sebatian, I have always liked you. You are my voice of reason. However," she locked her grey eyes with his," I will not allow my ancestors to be wiped off the face of the earth. I know you know that I has my father killed, that there was no love lost between us, that I hated him. Yet he is the one responsible for the Irish blood that runs in my veins. It is that Irish blood that gives me my fire, my spirit, my strength. I'll not deny my heritage nor expect anyone of Irish blood to come under attack with these godless mongrel Brits."

She touched his face and quickly spun around to General Hesbacher.
"Our 9th Naval Fleet. Deploy them to the coast of Psychik Tv and have them ready to attack at once. Don't ask any questions. I am getting in touch with the Fuher immediately. Those bastards wont know what hit them when they see the Reich coming after them. They'll be praying to be sent to our labour camps if they are lucky."

"That is my decision. Dismissed."

As the men left the room, Maire turned and sat at her desk. She began to send an encrypted message to Princess Maire punching in the keys like rounds of gunfire.

~~~~transmission begin~~~~~
Aunt, Do not fear. The Reich will back you. Do not give in. Hold on; we are on our way. The 9th naval division is heading in your direction; allow them full licensce under the command of General von Schilling. I am taking this to the Triumverate and The Fuher himself. I have full faith and confidence that President Matthew will see things my way. Have faith as well. M. Haru
~~~~transmission end~~~~

I am by nature, a generous person. So I will grant you another 24 hours to retract your statement, British Imperialism. Your invasion has not materialised, and unless your troops are disguised as cow droppings, there is no sign of them anywhere in Irish Territory.
My guess is that your troops are too afraid of us to follow orders, and that you are trying to keep your mutiny quiet.
I repeat: Any British Invasion of Irish Territory will be repulsed, and followed up by a subsequent invasion of their homeland by the combined force of the Irish Rapid Reaction Force, and the Celtic Task Force, not to mention the various contingents from our allies, who will be only too willing to help.

And just in case you should decide to put up a fight, I personally will direct that the Bohola Wonen's Liberation and equality League be placed against your troops. You dont stand a chance against those ladies! :D

Republic of Bohola, TD.

Field Marshall,
Celtic Task Force Operator,
Knight of Freedom,
Order of Cúchulainn,
Chancellor of Ireland,
Minister For Information.

DIPLOMATIC COMMUNIQUE

The Republic of Goobergunchia has designated British Imperialism the agressor nation and imposes economic sanctions thereon.

"Sir I do not believe these Irish scum have any fear of your threats. Might I suggest we withdraw our forces at least until the reinforcemnts can arrive?"

"Leftenant Miller in this Man's military we do not buckle under from some minor threats from rogue nations. Our units from Oceania and Eurasia are on schedule to arrive along with the collected forces of our former allies. They shall teach these Irish dogs to heel. " Slamming his fist on the desk Field Marshall Lancaster looks at the dossier . "Hmm, perhaps we need to show just how serious we are? Leftenant gather the leaders of this pitiful village and have them executed forthwith! Inform the Irish scum that these executions shall continue as long as their violent words do. This shll show them......"

"Aye Sir!"

As Leftenant Miller leaves the office Lancaster looks out the window" Of course our other surprises shall comes as quite a shcok I do believe."

Panning out the window a view of numerous rockets being loaded with containers bearing a Biochemical warning..................

God save the Queen!

Whilst I staunchly support the grandeur and regality of the United Kingdom, birthplace of English and former centre of the world, I cannot support the idiotic actions of British Imperialism. You place the reputation of Brits everywhere in great jeopardy! Withdraw and stop attacking the Irish!!!

"Your Majesty we have received word that the 32 County Republic has been invaded by the British again. What will you have us do?"


Pyoter Zauvier looked up from his morning paper with a bored expression "Are they Pirates? You know how I hate Pirates."

"No your Majesty they are a fanatical nation bent upon Irish Genocide."

"Oh is that all. Well they should be dealt with. Command the Dragon Carrier Battlegroup along with the Tepes and the Zhulok Battlegroups as well to Blockade this annoyance. If any traffic from them tries to depart destroy it. I also want 15,000 crusie missiles targeting their Military infrastructure. Make sure our Airforces are on 24 Hour alert and most important of all Bring me another cup of coffe. This one has gone cold."

"At once your Majesty!"

:roll:

"Queen Red, this is Fionn. Yes it appears to be the same ones as before. Wonder if they still think you are dead? But seriously I have mobilized the Pearce, Connolly, and DeValera Divisions to deal with this situation as well as a Carrier Battlegroup assembling to cut off any attempt at reinforcement. Hold for a moment I have another call" Placing the phone down Fionn glanced up at his aid Rory O'Donnell. " So what news do you have for me?" "Good news. We have mobilized the Armagh snipers around the area and it just happens that our AWACS have caught on radar their airsupport. We have launched fighters to intercept, they don't stand a chance. And it looks as if their is quite a bit of support from other nations angered by Imperialisms actions."


Fionn looks up " Send my personal Thanks to all Nations involved and that we will glady accept international assitance in punishing this evil. "

"Yes Sir, right on that."

As Rory leaves the room Fionn picks up the phone" So Red, what is happening on your end?"

"Fionn dear, so good to hear from you. Yes, reports of my demise are greatly exaggerated.

It seems that we have many supporting us, and I to thank them all greatly. As a people we should not let any form of ethinic cleansing be tolorated. If this sort of action should prevail what will become of the this world? We need to squash it now!"

Queen Red picks up the map, and lays it out on the table. She circles the ports and measures the the channel. Then she sighs heavily........

"Fionn, I think it best we have the all the borders covered, and the a complete naval blockade set in to place. Have the air force make ready and leave no stone unturned." I must go, and speak to the commander of the air force.

"Do take care, luv. We shall be in touch" As she lays the phone back on the hook, O'Donald enters and hands her a drink. "My lady, we are all behind you. We shall move on to better things soon!" He leaves the room, and Queen Red nurses her drink.

"They SHALL wish I was dead!"

New Ballina, Psychik tv, 32 County Irish Republic:
News reports went on all day about the invasion by British Imperialism. Suddenly the broadcast was interrupted and sirens could be heard all over the countryside.

'All Citizens!!! Put on the gas masks that were issued to you by the government. Keep calm. Follow the instuctions. I repeat put on your gas masks."

Meanwhile aboard The Maeve Commander in Chief Princess Maire sat with Acting General Jack Conlon.

"Jack, should we let off the EMP now or give them time to surrender?"
"Princess, do you know what an EMP would do to them as well as our allies?"
"Desperate times call for desperate measures, Jack. I need an answer."

OOC: King Will STOPPED the coup. He didn't support it.

IC: In the absence of the Fuhrer, I shall be acting Fuhrer and make this decision. Maire Haru's vigilance is a God-send to the Reich as is her apptitude for intelligence gathering. She has my personal support and the support of the Reich in dealing with this issue.

I am mobilizing the Wehrmacht 1st Army to dislodge the British Invaders. The Irish troops shall recieve full support from Reich Air, Ground, and Sea-based assets.

I am placing this Army under the full command of HARU. She shall lead us to victory. God Save the Reich!

His Royal Highness and Acting Fuhrer,
Will Thompson II

Now on BBC2 an important message from Her Majesty Queen Victoria's Government. Now a statement from Lord Alexander Stuart:

People of the World Community, we regret to inform you that as of 5 minutes ago our forces in the so called Republic have launched rockets into the Republic proper filled with a manufactured Neurotoxin. I would suggest that you work to evacuate thearea and treat the individuals effected by this toxin. You should hurry as time is of the essence whilst dealing with this. Furthermore we feel that the time has come to deal with the "Irish Question" once and for all. To this end we have begun plans for the systematic elimination of all within the Empire of British Imperialism with more then 50% Irish blood .

The scen switches to a TV monitor showing a hudled mass of humanity, Men, Women, Children, Old and Young within a bare concrete room. The door opens and a squad of 8 British Soldiers enter with Automatic weapons and begin to spray the crowd.


As you can see the process has begun. Cease your advances or more such as these shall die. Do not think you can fins them all before we cleanse this world of filth such as them. It is your choice.

The image fades.......

And back to our regularly scheduled programming on BWORadio International

"This is "Captain Black" broadcasting from the BSV Caitlin Costello, and I'm up on deck now, jeezus these waves are rough.... , I'm up on deck now, and I can see the contrail high above as the BWO Civilian Flight Department cargo planes cut across the sky, carrying tens of thousands of leaflets that will be airdropped close to the incursion sites. They're urging the manipulated invading troops to throw down their weapons and turn themselves in to the many humanitarian processing centres, where they will be speedily processed and returned to their home country, and it really is a ... what? WHAT? BBC2! Now!... get the fricking monitor working, Sammy... now!...I said now!... Holy Mary mothe..."

Snap.
Crackle.
Pop.
Hisssss.
Click.

"Studio Announcer: we appear to have lost the live feed from the BSV Caitlin Costello, and we are bringing you an urgent message from the honourable representative of...."

Fionn looks at the satellite imagery on the table before him. It consists of numerous photos and digital video of the execution and subsequent hanging of 6 Irish civilians by the British forces. A large map is spread out documenting the known forces and strengths of enemy positions. The green on the map sit representations of all Allied forces. To the side sit calculations of equipment and unit markings carried by the enemy troops. His thoughts re disrupted as Rory draws his attention" Hey Fionn take at look at this."

They both view the absurd statement from the Brits and stare at each other in amazement.

"Rory get on the horn quick. Get our Bio control people out there NOW! I want to know waht this is exactly and what we have to do to save those people. Put out the word that we have need of anyone with advanced Medicines to treat these people. "


Rory rushes from the room as Fionn resumes his seat. "Now they have gone too far. With God as my witness they shall pay dearly for the evils done this day"

*Fuhrer Headquarters*

I, King Will Thompson II as acting Fuhrer do hereby issue this directive, Fuhrer Directive 1(as no such directive has been issued before).

This directive does now order all 5 divisions of the 1st Army of the Wehrmacht to mobilize immediately along with the Luftwaffe, SDI, and Kriegsmarine in support of the 32 County Irish Republic against the aggressors of British Imperialism.

These troops are being placed under direct command of HARU and she will lead us to victory. I am otherwise disposed for the moment. One God! One People! One Reich!

His Royal Highness,
Will Thompson II

You are FINISHED British Imperialism.

*SDI Headquarters, Somewhere deep in the Reich*

"Do we have enough missiles reloaded to carry this out?" the new Hauptmann of the SDI asked.

"Yes sir, just enough." the Leutnant replied.

"Open fire!" the Hauptmann then yelled.

* 550 V-4 Non Nuclear ICBMs hurl towards the troops of British Imperialism in the Irish Republic. They are targeting large tank columns and strategic buildings, leadership targets, and anything being used by the British for their ends. These missiles carry high explosive rounds that can level 3 city blocks with one hit and can land in a pickle barrel they are so accurate, not that they would need to with that much power. They are equipped with chaff and secret anti interception devices that will go into effect should they be shot at.*

*Reichskamphian Missile Control Centre*

"Sir, orders recieved to launch." the Royal Guard officer said to the Oberst running operations that day.

"Then Fire. Thank God we aren't hooked to the SDI our missiles would have been expended then." he replied

*1,500 V-4's fly towards troop targets, camps supply lines, the landing area Ships at sea that are unloading troops, targets of leadership. Anything that waves a British flag is a target.*

...and returning to the BSV Caitlin Costello broadcasting BWORadio International _almost_ non-stop to the free people of the world:

"..we report that the hospital ship BSV Memories of Lagan Valley is at full alert, we're expecting some heavy casualties coming in now, lets pray that they're minor, but we have reports of massive amounts of biochemical and explosive shells being fired. Jesus, this could make the Somme look like a walk in the feckin' park.."

In the nation of British Imperialism, a Republican plane flys over the capitol city, dropping leaflets urging all civilians to evacuate the city.

Meanwhile, the Republican Expeditionary Irish Defence Force (REIDF) has left the Republic and headed for Irish territory.

tick,tock,tick,tock......time is running out. May the Lord have mercy on the people of British Imperialism. Their leaders have brought them to their death.

{an alarm goes off at Republican defense Command}
General Gilder: Captain Hans!
Capt. Hans: Yes sir!
Gilder: they have failed to respond to our demands! Push the RED BUTTON!
Hans: :shock: :( Yes sir. Let's hope they evacuated.
{Hans pushes the button, giving the order to launch 101 Sunburn ICCMs at British Imperialism's capitol. All over the Republic, the missiles leave their sites, and soon rain down on BI's capitol.}

The war is on! State your casualties!

The RNV John Bell Hood, a first class top of the line submarine along with its sisterships the RNV A.P. Hill and RNV John Singleton Moseby have been released into the area.

The RNV Napoleon Bonaparte and the RNV Joahim Murat, top of the line battleships and sisterships of the RNV Stonewall Jackson, the Flagship of the Kriegsmarine, escorted by 3 Nitemere Carrier groups will arrive in the theatre within a matter of a couple of hours. The 32 County Irish Republic is well within Range of Luftwaffe Ground Based Heavy Bombers and fighters and these planes will provide support. SDI Sattelites will provide additional cover for the fleet as well as remote striking power on land.

His Royal Highness,
Will Thompson II

Let us not launch against their citizens. They have not chosen the path of their government. I exhort you all to follow the example of the Reich and attack the forces in the Irish Republic. Let us not needlessly expand this war. If we must expand, however, the Wehrmacht is ready to land on British Imperialism. And this time, it is a safe bet the British won't be able to stop the eternal Reich.

His Royal Highness,
Will Thompson II
Acting Fuhrer

OOC: After Tonight, Maire Haru of HARU is to be acting Fuhrer of the Reich but for now I am still in charge.

"BURN YOU BRITISH INSURRECTING PIGS!"
A dropship swoops down and 15 soldiers, all carrying heavy weapons, such as heavy machine guns and anti-tank missile launchers, get off and start attacking the British forces. A huge battle ship, covered in a bizarre gambit of weaponry, sweeps in, floating around fifty feet in the air above the ground. The JJRUAF has begun sending in units! Bizzare creatures wing on the horizon, some with weapons mounted on them, but all well over one hundred feet in length. Could they be... dragons? International trades and biogenetic research is what created the force dubbed "Lizard's Gizzards". Prepare for full attack!

BWORadio International rocking the highseas on the road to Apocalypse:

"There appears to be a yellow glow rising into the night sky from the capitol of British Imperialism. We pray that the evacuated the civilians first. It's all terribly confusing here. We have reports coming in that we can only vaguely comprehend as side effects of the biochemical weapons that the invading forces of British Imperialism dust the islands with... the are still no clear reports of engagements on the ground - it all seems like in this first exchange of blows the focus is on missiles. We have a report just coming in now ... two of the ships in the convoy lead by BVS Pride of Slemish Mountain have been scuttled in one of the bays on the coast of British Imperialism. The other three ships are still unaccounted for. We have had no contact with crewmembers from BVS Giant's Ring and BVS Antrim Plateau Princess, which we believe are the ships that have sacrificed themselves in an attempt to limit access and egress from one of the British Imperialist naval bases. We repeat the other three ships are still unaccounted for. And now, what's this, BVS Memories of Lagan Valley, the hospital ship is reporting rumours of a great many cases of biochemical poisoning. We do not know if they are in a position to help the afflicted. We repeat again there have been no definite reports of direct face-to-face contact with the perfidious forces of British Imperialism. We can only hope that the troops have made up their minds and refused to carry out the genocidal orders issued by "Butcher" Lancaster and others in his military dictatorship. We urge all people of the Nation of British Imperialism to rise up and disrupt the insane war machine that squats upon them..."

Command this is Captain O'Reilly. We have a situation in Westport. 2 rockets landed in town and we have large numbers of civilians affected. Troops are in MOPP gear but we need assitance now to help these people. O'Reilly out.....


Command , Major Rourke here. Mulrany has been hit hard. We have civilian casualties of 35%. Another 40% have been affected by the gas. We have lost 45 soldiers to enemy fire and have over 100 wounded. But we have stopped their armored advance. Tell whoever is providing airsupport and the missiles Thanks. Rourke out......


Sparrowhawk to MotherGoose. Basket has been delivered to Red Riding Hood.....

50 Cruise missiles streak towards enemy reinforcements.

The reports just keep coming. No end to the lives abruptly destroyed by this madman.

"Any word yet from British Imperialism?"

"No sir"

"Damn. Keep me informed."

"Your Majesty, Field Marshall Lancaster reporting. My men have taken heavy losses. The missiles are raining down on our positions. I have lost contact with my armored forces and my effective operative are down to 20%. Yes the plan has been put into action. Of course, to the end of the Irish! "


Placing the radio on the desk Lancaster reaches into his vest pocket pulling out a small glass vial.

"So this will solve the problem?"


The stacatto of automatic weapons are evident in the distance.

"What the ............"

Drawing his sidearm he strides to meet his destiny......

"Now that my regional problem is ended I'm able to become involved and send forces. If any further forces are needed to force out the British pigs please let me know immediatly."

My Lord Stewart, we have lost contact with our forces in the Republic. What shall you have us do?


Have our Submarines launch ICBMs against the capital of Danu. This Mcdougal shall burn! Report a missfire to the international community and call for a ceasefire. Our mission has been accomplished. With luck and the right conditions our Neurotoxin and Viruses shall be more effective then the plague."insert evil laugh" Let us see if they can save their people. Destroy our forces and still we can win.


As you wish my Lord.

OOC:The neurotoxin reacts to atropine. The virus has a 90% contamination rate and can stay alive outside of a host for up to 72 hours. It is able to withstand high heat , but is suseptible to cold. It is highly communicable. Have fun.....

OOC:Bastards.......


IC: "Check on that shipment of vaccine, we need to get it to the front as soon as possible. Any more reports from the front lines?"

"No sir we should get updates shortly."

"Keep me inf........" The airraid sirens begin to sound. Followed by large explosions across the capital of New Dublin. One strikes right outside the Presidential offices. As the exposions end the roar of flames mixes with the cries of terror and pain across the city.

"Damn!"..........."Damn, Damn!"

Queen Red, shakes her head as she picks up the phone. "Commander, did you get the uboats in?"

silence........"My lady, we have 3 boats out safely. We are treating those who may have been effected! I must go now, they are some in need!"

"Yes, go to them. Help them." Queen Red looked at the map again.

"O'Donald get the navy on the line." She paced while the call was going through.

"I want a full strike upon this nation. Don't stop the strike for 8 hours. Yes, yes, the area we had discussed earlier. Leave no building standing. Get more boats ready, have the medical staff standing by."

Queen Red, looked out the window and began to cry. "How, could a human being do this to another. Just because these people are Irish. This sick puppy must be taught a lesson!"

"O'Donald get me Mac on the phone, NOW!"

Aboard The Maeve
"Good Lord.." Princess Maire's face was ashen as she scanned the latest reports coming out of New Ballina.

Civilian casualities numered in the hundreds. Irish citizens were being rounded up with precision and massacred in British Imperialism. And now a plague had been unleashed upon the populace of The Republic.
"Conlon, what do we know about this virus?"

"Mi'lady, INTEL indicates that the virus is treatable. Only survives for 72 hours. Highly contagious. Susceptible to cold. We need to get HAZMAT into the area. Quarintine the entire country. No one allowed in or out without the proper credentials. I wouldn't put anything past these British bastards."

"We mustn't alarm the populace. Any antidote to speak of?" Princess Maire looked grim. Despite the overwhelming victory in battle she felt empty. She hadn't saved her people after all.

"We're looking into that right now. Dr. Martin Kelly is heading a team of specialists in bio-chemical warfare to look into an antidote."
"Conlon, order the regular guard to construct insulated tents. I want every citizen to report to the tents. Declare martial law. It's for their protection. Make sure they have air conditioning. That's key."

"Yes Mi'lady"

Conlon moved towards the comm controls. Just then Lieutenant Moore rushed in.
"Mi'lady, New Dublin has been hit. Hard.'

Princess Maire looked as if she were about to faint then gathered control of herself. A look of pure hatred flashed across her face.

"My husband. Any word from him? Is he safe?"
"There has been no word from Lord Fionn." At this moment Moore hated his job.

"Moore, attempt to make contact with Fionn. Secure line. Those Brits are going to regret the day they ever F*cked with us." She was thinking of her niece and the support of The Reich.

"Maire is now head of The Reich..." she murmured aloud. "They think they know about genocide?" Her voice was beginning to rise with a tone of fury, "they don't know what genocide is. They don't know what pain is. They'll know soon enough. Get Maire Haru on the line as well."
You might have won this battle but you haven't won the war

*RNV John Bell Hood, In Irish Waters*

"Go to periscope depth!" the Captain of the John Bell Hood yelled out. There was a flurry of activity on the bridge as the creak of the blowing balasts was heard.

The Captain peered through the periscope noticing his prey on the distance, a huge British convoy. Supplies, troops, the works.

"Radio the A.P. Hill and the J.S. Moseby" the captain muttered to the comm officer. "Ask them if they have acquired the target."

The comm officer listened silently for a moment then asked, "Have you acquired the target?" He listened again, turned towards the captain and said "yes."

"Good," the captain said. "The ships have likely picked up our comm traffic so open fire now and get the hell out of here!"

The Weapons officer pressed a small button as 9 torpedoes screamed out of the tubes and towards the ships, each torpedo headed for a differant target. The other two subs did the same as 9 torpedoes from each of them sped towards the convoy.

The ships then sped off as sattelites stood poised to notify the Luftwaffe squadrons already airborne to respond to sudden threats.

The sonar officer picked up several explosions in the distance.

Then they picked it up...planes.

One of the Nitemere Carrier groups had arrived! Dive Bombers swarmed in the skies above the convoy and began unloading their bombs. The RNV Napoleon Bonaparte then slid through the waters above the Subs and blasted the convoy broadside with its 15 enormous Naval guns as smaller V-1STS Cruise missiles (like Tomahawks) sped towards the British Warships and Carriers that were not visible but had been picked up by Radar and sattelite.

Now its on:

The new V-5 missile previously untested in battle was launched against British Imperialism. This missile is the size of the spaceshuttle essentially and will absolutely level a city.

It is currently flying towards your capitol.

Its defenses will react if engaged.

:oops: I hate when that happens.

Queen Red arrived at the port, as the first of the boats arrived.
She could not believe her eyes, as she witnessed the poor people being helped off the boats. The port was full of ambulances, and the medical teams were all there.

"This is unbelieveable, this type of war is against God!"

As she started to walk down to the ships, the guards stopped her. "My lady we are not sure of the degree of this yet. It might not be safe for you to go to close to these civilians yet!"

Queen Red saw a small child being carried off the boat. "That baby can't be more then 2." She wanted to go down there and hold the poor thing, he was so upset and scared.


O'Donald grabbed her arm, "Please, lets go now. You won't beable to help them if you get to close" She just looked at him, and followed his lead.

Telegramme to King Will II:
This is a glorious day for The Reich. I am endebted to you for your unwavering devotion to Princeress Maire and the 32 County Irish Republic's cause. I thank you for your support. Bombing to continue on British Imperialism. To hell with their civilians.
M. Haru

*Fuhrer HQ*

Maire Haru, the baton is yours. Wage the battle as you wish. This is your battle. God be with you.

His Royal Highness,
Will Thompson II

Queen Red was sitting at her desk looking over the reports she had been handed. O'Donald entered the room with the phone.

"Your majesty, we have Mac on the line!"

The Queen took the phone, "Thank you O'Donald, now if you would excuse me!" O'Donald was closing the doors behind him when he heard her voice. He smiled as the door closed. "I know" he said softly, "I know."

"Mac, how are you doing? I gather you have heard about the situation by now. Any comments?"

"Red, how are you. Yes, I have heard. Do you need us?"

"Unfortunetly dear we do!" Queen Red paced across the floor, as she spoke.

Mac stood up and walked to the mirror. He looked into it, and ran his fingers down the right side of his face. Feeling his scars of war. He brushed his brown hair out of his green eyes, and looked long and hard at the face before the mirror. He nodded and turned away.

"Yes, Red I shall be there. Consider me on my way. Should I bring the champagne now or later!"

"later Mac, later!"

"Good-bye Red"

She put the receiver down and sat back at the desk. She picked up her pen and wrote Mac and placed 4 arrows on the map. Then she put the map away.

"They shall pay, for this."

Mac went into his bedroom. He pulled out two suit cases from under the bed. The large one he opened and started grabbing his clothes, and filling it, a pair of sneakers and closed it.
He opened the other case, and removed the bottom. "I have not touched you in while dear." He stroked the metal object and closed the case. He grabbed some papers and four small boxes. He placed them all carefully in the case.
He walked out to the living room, and opened the desk. He grabbed some more small boxes, and an address book. "Without this, I am lost!"
He went back to his room and placed the boxes in the case. Then sat down and opened the book. "first Michael, he can call the rest!"

He grabbed his jacket and picked up the phone. "Hello, Mick. You busy, Red called?"

Last message received from Bodies Without Organs Hospital Vessel:

"This is Hospital Vessel BSV Memory of Lagan Valley. This is a recorded message. Do not approach us. We have taken on several hundred infected casualties. Biochemical agents have run rampant through the vessel. Staff and crewmembers are infected. We do not have the facilites to treat them. We are down to aspirins and sticking plasters, the best we can do is minister to them in their time of dying. The staff still able to walk are administering massive doses of morphine to all casualties. We are now a plaque carrying ship. We will shoot down any approaching aircraft. We have declared a two mile exclusion zone. Explosive charges have been placed inside the hull. They are primed to detonate in CLICK - (computerised voice) - ONE HOUR AND TWELVE MINUTES PRECISELY - CLICK. We have administered all supplies to the casualties we have taken on board. We are no longer a functioning medical facility. All medical and personal data that we have gathered is being broadcast on 49.2 metre waveband. May God have mercy on our souls. This is _Hospice_ Vessel BSV Memory of Lagan Valley. This is _Hospice_ Vessel BSV Memory of Lagan Valley."

Message repeats...




...message ends.

(OOC: Looking to jump in here as medical help to help the Irish contain the virus. Not looking for any military action here).

<<MODESTO NEMIT TRANSMITEL>>
Republi Sertimeth Nikaeleth, A Queldi Anai

----Et: Neveseni Nirstinae Iriuene, Kisteni Estinitel, Republi Sertimeth Nikeaeleth----
----Rit: Sentinaessel Maire, Psychik tv----
------Quersi: Anglio------

I was shocked to hear of the tragedy that has befallen your people. As the top doctor in Nikea, I would like to send a small team to help your medical people contain the virus. I have an experienced background in treating biochemical agents, and the team will consist of some of my best and most knowledgeable people about biochemical agents. All that is left is your permission, Your Highness. We will be ready to leave starting 12 hours from the time this message is sent. We hope your response is a positive one.

http://www.lwhy.clara.net/nge/image18.jpg
Dr. Nirstinae Iriuene
Medical Head, Mortethel Memorial Hospital
Modesto Kisteni Estinitel (Official Medical Representative)

<<<NESUNTË TRANSMITEL>>

"We will greatly appreciate any medical assistance you have to offer. These poor people are suffering so, it makes my heart bleed.
Our current team has its hands full, and your offer is quite generous!

At your convenience of course.............

Thank you."

OOC:Oops wrong Highness? LOL

Dr Iriuene,
I thank you for your help. The largest amount of those infected have been reported in New Ballina. I will alert my troops to be expecting your people. The people of Psychik Tv as well as The 32 County Irish Republic are indebetted to you for your services.
Sincerely
Princess Maire

Sporadic broadcasts from the BSV Caitlin Costello mobile broadcasting unit still manage to punctuate the etheric hiss of atmospherics and jamming signals:

"This is Hugh O'Donnel. There isn't much to say is there? We've all heard the news... I'm normally on the other side of the glass here, ... running the show, but none of the presenters are much in the mood for talking any more. Jesus.... I've just come on with a private message for just two people - Field Marshall Alan Lancaster and Lord Stewart. I have a _very_ humanitarian suggestion to make... I suggest that you both find yourselves a dark corner, a strong bottle of whiskey and a service revolver. Drain the bottle and put the gun in your mouth and pull the trigger. Its the only way out now... Just simple and clean. You know that it is the right thing to do. You know what you stand guilty of... you can either do it that way, or you can hide out in your holes until we find you. That way you'll take forty years to die, and every one of those years will be a sheer living hell... you know what to do... it's the only way out... it's the only way out now..."

Aboard The Maeve Princess Maire was feeling a little better. Her appeal to the international medical community for help with the virus was getting responses. Sadly, The Hospital Vessel [/i] BSV Memory of Lagan Valley[/i] had become a floating corpse ship. The news saddened her but then her face lit up with an idea.

"Conlon, what do you think about releasing John Brennan from prison?'
'Mi'lady?" Conlon asked, confused. "John Brennan, the condemned child murderer? Why would you mention him at this time?"

" Because he is an ex-navy man. Knows how to sail a ship. Detonate bombs." She paused to listen to the recording from The Hospital Vessel [/i]BSV Memory of Lagan Valley[/i]. "He's a very dangerous man. No conscience. And he hates the British. "

She smiled and looked directly into Conlon's eyes.

A look of knowing passed between them.

"We have no time to lose. Those bombs are set to go off in 12 ..no 11 hours. I don't even want to see him. Have him transported via helicopter directly to the ship. Make sure our flag is highly visible."

Conlon rushed to the comm controls. "Get me the warden of Valhalla Maximum Security Prison immediately."

http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=53729 The Coalition Forces Alliance has declared war (Not sure if it was already posted, so it if was, nm this post)

Encoded Message from King Will Thompson II:

Maire,

My advice would be an airdrop into the occupied region of Irish Republic. The North Star Airborne troops have proved to be effective to this end in the past.

I have sent you already a blueprint for how this campaign may be run. I would advise that Reich forces concentrate on Liberating the occupied areas while others attack the home country of British Imperialism. If you accomplish that mission before BI is felled, then it might be a good idea to come to the assistance of those destroying her.

Of course, these are only suggestions. This is your campaign to run as you wish. Simply do not forget that you have 2 Nitemere Carrier Groups along with the RNV Napoleon Bonaparte, Joachim Murat-Battleships and the RNV John Bell Hood, A.P. Hill, and John Singleton Moseby, high tech submarines.

These vessels were engaged earlier in destroying an enemy supply column. It is my advice again that this stranglehold be placed on their shipping, perhaps send in the Luftwaffe to take care of them. If they cannot keep their men supplied, they will surely perish.

His Royal Highness,
Will Thompson II

Now its on:

The new V-5 missile previously untested in battle was launched against British Imperialism. This missile is the size of the spaceshuttle essentially and will absolutely level a city.

It is currently flying towards your capitol.

Its defenses will react if engaged.


London burns as its shattered remains are revealed under the rising sun. Masses of humanity struggle amidst what was once a great city. Few building remain standing and no utilites remain. Despair sets in as only more missiles crash into an already destroyed area.


OOC:Congrats. Nice lot of civilians killed. Too bad quite a few Irish were there. Some nice diseases shall spread through he survivors now. Keep it up.

HMS Invincible- Somewhere in the Atlantic :


We were worried my Lord. We had heard nothing from you.


No worries we have prepared for this day , we shall not fail now. How are the combined fleets of Oceana and Eurasia and The Kingdom of Bohemia-Moravia?

Fine my Lord. We have lost contact with our other flotilla but that was expected. Further orders my Lord?

The operation commences in 12 hours, make sure the devices are ready. Soon Ireland shall be a wasteland."insert evil laugh"

"BURN YOU BRITISH INSURRECTING PIGS!"
A dropship swoops down and 15 soldiers, all carrying heavy weapons, such as heavy machine guns and anti-tank missile launchers, get off and start attacking the British forces. A huge battle ship, covered in a bizarre gambit of weaponry, sweeps in, floating around fifty feet in the air above the ground. The JJRUAF has begun sending in units! Bizzare creatures wing on the horizon, some with weapons mounted on them, but all well over one hundred feet in length. Could they be... dragons? International trades and biogenetic research is what created the force dubbed "Lizard's Gizzards". Prepare for full attack!


Many soldiers run in fear and are cut down(If not from enemy fire then from their own Sergents). Confusion reigns for a few moments until some semblance of a counter attack is managed. Machineguns and small arms on the dragons/Anti-tank and artillary on the battleship. Remaining Challenger MKIIIs concentrating SABOT/DPU rounds on same. Over 350 British killed.

[The ghost of a British Imperialist commander stands on the hillside. He looks up from his hands out down on the smoke rising from the shattered remains of the towns in the valley.
A crow calls behind him. He turns and sees a man upon a pale horse top the hill. An explosion rumbles in the distance. Another horseman crests the hil and stands in silence beside his companion. The soldier removes his ghostly hat, combs back his fine hair with his hand, replaces his hat and stands waiting, watching the horsemen. A third mounted figure moves into sight, his horse is naught but a bag of skin and bones draped in black cloth.
A thin voice croaks through the dusky air, "You have done well, Mortal, we like you."
The commander stands at ease, looking up at the mounted figures, coughs and speaks: "Aren't there meant to four of you?"
Again the thin voice scratches out onthe canvas of the night, "Aye, Mortal, Famine will be with us shortly".]

****

Telephone call from BWO University, Agricultural Research department:

"Look, I don't care what your commandinmg officer said, I need, repeat _need_ to speak to someone in authority."

"...."

"Well, tell him to get up off his ass and talk to me then. I can understand that this is difficult for you, but you haven't see nothing yet, so get me someone with some authority to talk to."

"..."

"Very well. Can you take a message then? This is pointless. Okay, here we go: 'We recommend a cull of all lifestock within 30 miles of the infected area, 50 miles in areas downwind. Cattle, pigs, sheep, horses, domestic animals, the lot. The vectors of transmission must be controlled. We strongly recommend incineration within containment facilities and the disposal of the carcasses in sealed units with walls of no less than 18 inches of concrete.' What's that? 'Don't I know there's a war on?' Look, stop pisching ne about here. I'm serious. We are looking at carcasses which remain contagious for at least three days. What?"

"..."

"Look, all I can say is, it's entirely pointless trying to regulate the flow of people in infected areas if you are going to let the infection spread through livestock. We suggest a massive and immediate cull of all livestock in affected areas."

"..."

"Thank you. Now, take down this number, it belongs to the Pan-Irish Avians Society, get in contact with them and see if they can come yp with anything to stop birds as a transmission vector."

"..."

"Yes, and then I want you to talk to Agricultural Department in New Dublin, and ask for Professor Jack Brady. He's a specialist in cereal crops, talk to him about the disposal of infected crops and ... what?"

"..."

"Destroyed in the bombing? Well, can't you reach anyone down there that knows what's going on?..."

****

[Clip. Clop. Clip. Clip. Here comes Famine.]



OOC: edited in the confusion as to whether Lancaster remains dead, alive, in custody or still at large.

BWORadio International broadcasting from the BSV Caitlin Costello in international waters:

"We have reports of retaliation attacks being carried out against individuals of British extraction in our capitol city. At present there seems to be no real distinction being made between individuals from British Imperialism and those from other pan-British states. There is at lot of rage out there, and it looks like a lot of it is being misdirected.

In an official statement issued by the Civil Defense Council it was stated: 'We call for an immediate cessation of these attacks. These people are not our enemy. Our true enemy remains the despotic apparatus which enslaves the people of British Imperialism. We call for all citizens of Bodies Without Organs to remain peaceful, these retaliatory attacks must be stopped.' There have been reports of armoured cars on the streets of the city, but these have not been confirmed. Civil Defense Delegate James McDevitt was not available for comment.

Previous reports of internment of British Imperialist individuals located in BWO have been dismissed by the authorities. In a statement issued earlier this morning it was pointed out that certain individuals _had_ been taken into protective custody for their own good. Their current location is not, at present, known. We also cannot confirm the reports which indicated that individuals from other pan-British nations had been taken into protective custody.

Lets keep it calm out there, people, lets keep it calm."

"Aye, we have one."

"yes, yes of course.!" Mac places his finger on the receiver, then drops the phone onto the floor.

He goes to the cabinet and opens up all the files. He started reading them and drops them into a case. "There now, I think that is a good start old field man?"

Mac walked again over to the prisoner and, kicked him. He leaned over and looked into his eyes, the man was not afraid. This brought out a laugh in Mac, and he cleared the mans desk with one hand. "Oh, what is this a letter opener? This could help reach those tight corners"

Mac walked over to the tied up field Marshal. He dropped to one knee and grabbed his hair, forceing his neck to bend. Then he gently placed the letter open at the opening of his ear. "Now, where is your leader?"

The field Marshall said nothing, he did have fear in his eyes though this time. Mac grabbed hold of his left ear, and with that grip he sent the letter opener into the field Marshalls ear. "Not too deep, old man. I want you to hear me." He pulled it out slowly.

As blood dripped out of his ear and down his neck he cursed at Mac. "I gave you a chance old man!"

Mac stepped out of the office, and whistled real loud. Two men entered carrying large cans full of gas. They had guns strapped to their shoulders just as Mac did. The cans were emptied out through out the office and into the hallway. Another whistle could be heard down the hall and outside the building.
Suddenly a few other faces appeared. The field Marshall yelled out, "Leave them alone, they are civilians."

Mac motioned to bring them in. He forced them down next to the field Marshall. "Please this is my sister, let her go. Please, let her live." The field Marshall was howling, as the men filled the room with gasoline. "Not her, she has done nothing wrong!"

Mac walked over to the prisoners and leaned over. "Let me tell you something. My sister was strung up by piano wire, by Bohemia-Morovia & Oceania-Eurasia."

The field Marshall looked at Mac with tears in eyes, "Please I beg you. Spare her life!"

Mac stood up, and straightned his jacket. He got his brief case and walked out the door. You could hear his boots hitting the floor, then the outside door opened and closed....

"This is for my sister and all the Irish who have suffered today. TORCH IT!"

As Mac and the others got into the van they could hear the cries for help. When the van started down the road, Mac turned his head and looked out the window. He remembered seeing his sisters face while she hung from the bridge. "They always said she looked like Red, damn them"

I confirm the active use of reich forces to crush and totally destroy British imperialism! Death to the Imperialist!
Ireland unfree will never be at peace!

President Matthew Iesus

they fought you without fears for more than eight houndred years and they´ll fight you for 800 more. and if you stay british soldiers if you stay you never breat the IRA

At the request Of British Imperialism , the Confederacy of Brittanic States
has sent an humanitarian mission to assist in feeding and medically treating those affected by the V5 attack on London- we urge all interested parties to respect our humanitarian intentions and to take no action that would impede our mission to assist the true casualties of any war-- the civilians :)

HMS Invincible- Somewhere in the Atlantic :


We were worried my Lord. We had heard nothing from you.


No worries we have prepared for this day , we shall not fail now. How are the combined fleets of Oceana and Eurasia and The Kingdom of Bohemia-Moravia?

Fine my Lord. We have lost contact with our other flotilla but that was expected. Further orders my Lord?

The operation commences in 12 hours, make sure the devices are ready. Soon Ireland shall be a wasteland."insert evil laugh"

OOC: Need to know: Is that 12 hours RL time? Please state a RL time so we can prepare. I have RL issues today and I don't want to miss out on the end of the NS world.
Thanks.
***places bookmark and pen****

We'd like to announce some programming changes here on BWOTV in the light of the grave ongoing international situation:

Channel One wil no longer be showing the film "Threads" tonight. Channel Two will no longer be showing "The Day After" tonight.

Channel Three will no longer be showing "Apocalypse Now".

BWOFilm Classic will no longer be screening "Dr. Strangelove or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb" tonight.

BWOFilm Classic Two will no longer be screening "The Bed Sitting Room" tonight.

In the meantime we hope you will enjoy this stock footage of a kitten playing with a ball of wool.

Cue Herb Albert and the Tijuana Brass "Tijuana Taxi".

HMS Invincible- Somewhere in the Atlantic :


We were worried my Lord. We had heard nothing from you.


No worries we have prepared for this day , we shall not fail now. How are the combined fleets of Oceana and Eurasia and The Kingdom of Bohemia-Moravia?

Fine my Lord. We have lost contact with our other flotilla but that was expected. Further orders my Lord?

The operation commences in 12 hours, make sure the devices are ready. Soon Ireland shall be a wasteland."insert evil laugh"

OOC: Need to know: Is that 12 hours RL time? Please state a RL time so we can prepare. I have RL issues today and I don't want to miss out on the end of the NS world.
Thanks.
***places bookmark and pen****


OOC:How about 2:30 GMT/10:30pm GMT-4?

The Brittanic States is pleased to announce its "humanitarian mission" has successfully reached London. Our "humanitarian mission" has installed tactical and strategic nuclear arms in the British Imperialism.Any attempt
to land troops on the territory of British Imperialism- or to use any more weapons of mass destruction against British Imperialism territory will be viewed as a nuclear attack on Britannic States. Britannic States is a small nation but we have been developing nuclear technology since our population was only a few million. We implore all interested parties to restrict the area of conflict to Irish territory- otherwise this war could lead to mutually assured destruction of all combatant nations.

OOC:WTF? Aren't you a bit young to have nukes?


IC: Get me Princess Marie. Mam this is Captain Donnelly, I am currently in charge of the rescue efforts in New Dublin. We have not been able to locate your husband the President as of yet. It appears his office was targeted by some rather powerful ordinance. We have an estimate of at least 6 million dead and 10 million homeless. Fear not we shall find your husband, keep hope we shall find him alive. This is swear.

Bump!

Princess Maire listened to the voice on the other end of the receiver. Her face drained of colour and she looked sick. Her husband was missing in action. Oh why did he have to be so brave and stay at home? Why didin't he come with her on the battleship?

"Very Good, Sir. Please keep me informed of the situation. Find him."

She hung up the phone, a fury rising in her blood. "They'll pay. By god, they'll pay for this."

"Mi'lady?" Conlon's voice came from behind her.

She quickly wiped at the tears that had formed in her eyes and turned to face him. She ignored his query and began a barrage of questions of her own.

" What word of a vaccine? have we gotten one yet?"

"mi'lady, A small scientific nation has found a very good anti-virus. I wired them under your name; I am waiting to hear from them. It's going to cost us though.

"What?!!! Do you think I care about the price? We've got to try it. We can't just let our people die. What are the reports from New Ballina?"

"Quarantined, HAZMAT along with all available medics are searching among the populace and separating the sick from the well. The sick are being sent to the temporary hospices that you ordered built."

"Thank God for that. And Brennan?"

"Released. He is on his way to the ship."

"This might be our end Conlon but I'm going to take as many of them down with me as possible."

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High above the sea a military grade helicopter made it's way along the coastline looking for any signs of The Hospital Vessel BSV Memory of Lagan Valley. Brennan sat in the hull softly whistling The Irish national Anthem to himself. He didn't think of his pardon; didn't question it. He was a man of action not debate. He looked over the files that sat on his lap.
The ship had detonated bombs that were to go off in less than one hour. They were in the hull. "Good, Good", he thought to himself. He looked up from the files at the men that had been assigned to him. Six rogues who had been released with him; all dangerous men. And capable of performing this task. They had nothing to loose and they hated the Brits with a passion.

Two HAZMAT men sat in the cockpit. All were wearing biohazard suits. The radar on the screen blipped and Brennan heard one pilot say to the other that they were picking up a small ship.

Brennan looked over his side towards the sea. He spotted a tiny dot on the horizon.

The helicopter drew closer.
"That's it." one of the pilots said.

A small makeshift ship came into view by the naked eye. It flew the flag of BWO and appeared lifeless. No activity on deck, just floating about aimlessly.

" Hello..anybody there?" This is Lietenant Keely of The People's Republic
of Psychik Tv. Please respond if you can hear us."

No response

" Okay, Brennan you know your orders. Get moving."

Brennan stood up and addressed his men.

"Do not deviate from the plan. Follow my orders or get a bullet in your brain.'

He fingered the service revolver provided to him by the government upon his release.

The helicopter hovered above the small craft and the seven figures in white dropped from the craft. They descended on the upper deck and fanned out, stepping over the dead who crammed the deck.

Connoly headed towards the gun turrets. They had been rigged to fire but they did not go off. He went to work.

Brennan dispatched McCabe to perform a check of the ship, sent the remaining four below to dismantle the bombs and headed towards the captains quarters.

Stepping on and over dead bodies he was filled with disgust. Disgust and hatred for the British bastards who did this. He chuckled at the thought of himself being labeled a monster.

"We'll see if I am still capable of being a monster", he thought to himself as he set a course towards British Imperialism.

bump

My Lord we have reports coming in of the effectiveness of your tactics.

Oh really? How does my plan fare?

My Lord while your men in Ireland have been wiped out, it is quite probable that any who came in close proximity with them have been exposed as well. We lose but they do as well. Also we have caught transmissions that state the leader of Danu , that foul mouthed whelp Mcdougal has not been heard from for some time. Perhaps you have finally dealt with him once and for all.


How nice. Send my regrets to the bitch Queens regarding this. No wait. Balloons. Yes balloons for a joyous occasion.

At once my Lord.

Extend my thanks to the Noble Brittanic States. It is nice to see some of our countrymen agreeing with us. They shall help us to deeal with all who stand in our way. Make sure the 3rd fleet is prepared to carry out their role this evening. I want to go perfectly. And if it does then the death of Mcdougal will just be icing on the cake."insert evil laugh"

CVG DeValera ,Irish Sea

Commedore Connell, we have received word that New Dublin has been bombarded by enemy fire. We have triangulated the missiles firing point. We will arrive in area within 2 hours.

Good work Captain. Launch all helicopters with sonar, as well as all ASW aircraft. Missile Destroyers prepare Anti ship missiles, Cruisers load cruise missiles. I want those vessels destroyed.

Aye Aye sir.
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Sir sonar has picked up a formation of vessels. They do not respond to communications. Sh*t! Sir we have come under fire..........................

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Attack aircraft launch ! All vessels fire on targets! For Ireland!

owing to an extremely serious RL situation affecting the Parradise region
- Brittanic States cannot commit to this particular Role Play at present.
Hope you guys have fun blowing each other up;)
best wishes
---Brittanic

Hey BI, me and the CFA are attacking you in another thread, you going to respond or not? and also you might want to bring your allies...

Hey BI, me and the CFA are attacking you in another thread, you going to respond or not? and also you might want to bring your allies...
OOC:Wanna give us that thread? Thanks.

http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=53729

here it is

HMS Invincible- Somewhere in the Atlantic :


We were worried my Lord. We had heard nothing from you.


No worries we have prepared for this day , we shall not fail now. How are the combined fleets of Oceana and Eurasia and The Kingdom of Bohemia-Moravia?

Fine my Lord. We have lost contact with our other flotilla but that was expected. Further orders my Lord?

The operation commences in 12 hours, make sure the devices are ready. Soon Ireland shall be a wasteland."insert evil laugh"

OOC: Just so you know: If you nuke us you will be ignored. I don't RP with nukes as you can see by my actions and the actions of the Irish allies. Nuking is for n00bs. Don't ruin this war.

OOC: lets just use this one...

(OOC: Hoping that you don't mind if I RP a guard from your country here. He'll just say a line or two, nothing of consequence, then just stand there and then run off to deliver a message.)

<<A few hundred feet above Psychik tv>>

The whirl of the helicopter blades began to gradually subside as the military chopper of Psychik tv began to descend to the helipad. Inside, Dr. Iriuene was nervous. The helicopter contained 5 of some of her closest colleagues, as well as all the special chemical gear that they had brought to protect them from the virus that had spread across these unfortunate people and their homeland. She had been assured that this particular area was virus free, but as for the rest of the country.......it was unknown how much the virus had spread.

The helicopter set down and Nirstinae stepped out of the helicopter onto the helipad. The sky was cloudy, the wind blowing strongly, causing Nirstinae's hair to fly back in the wind. Silently, her colleagues began to unload the helicopter. With the task completed, one of the male doctors slapped the side of the helicopter, alerting the pilot that the unloading was complete. With all safely out of the way, the helicopter lifted off again, most likely with more important things to worry about, Nirstinae thought.

Looking around, she spotted a building which she assumed to be the command of the area.

"Looks like it's this way, guys," she said, waving her colleagues over. "Bring the gear, please."

The small troupe headed towards the building. Upon reaching the door, she was stopped by a uniformed guard.

"Sorry, no entry under official order."

"I am Dr. Nirstinae Iriuene of Nikea, and I have been asked to come to this country to help with the containment and destruction of the virus which has been set loose upon your people. I was told we would have clearance upon arrival."

The guard studied her and the rest of the group closely. "I believe you, doctor, but my official orders were to let no one past, no exceptions. If you like, I can convey a message to my superior, who will then escort you into the building."

Nirstinae nodded. "Fair enough. Please tell your superior that the team of doctors from Nikea has arrived, and we would like information on where to place our equipment and personal belongings."

The guard nodded and rushed inside, leaving the other guard on the other side of the door to guard the entrance. Nirstinae looked around nervously, awaiting the official response.

'Yes, what is it Peterson?"

Captain O'Connell looked up at the young guard who had just entered his office.


"Sir, the medical specialists from Nikea have arrived."

" And?"

"Well," Peterson looked nervous, "I didn't give them clearance."

'What?!!! You have a family Peterson? A wife a child?"

"Yes, sir. Two boys in fact."

"You want to see them live through this?' He waved his hands about the room indicating the havoc that the virus had caused.

Peterson looked shaken. " But she didn't know the codeword. I asked...'

"Ask again and listen carefully to her answer. Dismissed."

<<Outside the Psychik tv military base>>

The door of the base burst open and an obviously shaken Peterson stumbled forward out of it.

"The captain says there's a passcode that all authorized parties know," the young guard said, out of breath. "I require the code."

"Well, your trinity of leaders did not supply us with one," Nirstinae replied.

Peterson opened the door. "Please enter. The Captain's office is down the hall."

The group filed inside. Nirstinae stopped and placed her hand on Peterson's shoulder.

"Don't worry. These events have made us all a bit edgy." She turned and walked inside, following her colleagues down the short hallway to the office of Captain O'Connell. She knocked on the door, which was received with a muffled "enter". She did just that, beginning her prepared statement, which was basically starting with governmental formalities, followed by her plan.

"Greetings, Captain, from the People of Nikea. I am Doctor Nirstinae Iriuene, Head of the Department of Biochemistry and Medical Chief at Mortethel Memorial Hospital in Queldas. I have been instructed by President Solarin Tinuviethel to immediately offer any assistance I and my colleages can.

I propose that our team of six be divided into three groups of two each. This small group is all that the Hospital could afford to send, but we are all quite talented and will be able to work with your medical units in order to contain, and hopefully destroy, the virus. Unfortunately, two members of my team, Doctors Markenel and Eskaniel, speak less than passable English, so they will be paired up with a doctor who speaks the language fluently. We would like to travel to the three most affected areas in your Republic, and begin to work, immediately if possible. The teams I propose would be myself with doctor Eskaniel, Doctor Spritëinae Dasteniel and Doctor Orin Markenel, and finally Doctors Jasurinae Rinnentel and Mistin Traiurene. We ask that you please forward this message to your top leadership right away."

OOC:Why would I want to make things easy by using nukes? No nukes are held in reserve. I have other plans. As you shall see.....

IC:HMS Invincible, somewhere in the Atlantic,

Sir submarine Victory indicates tubes 1-12 ready for launch. Submarine Churchill indicates tubes 1-8 ready for launch. Cruiser Victoria indicates cruise missiles ready. Targets Sir?


Victory is to target civilian population centers in Danu, Psychik tv, and McCool. (Missiles have been setup with airburst shells loaded with flesh eating virus)

Churchill is to target Newgrange, Tara, Bushmills, and Blarney Castle with High Explosive warheads.

Victoria is to target Hospitals and medical research facilities.

On my mark 10,9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,FIRE!

Air Force Commander Donald Biggs on the line. "My lady, we have missles launched tword us, I have fired 6 anti-balistic-missiles. I sure hope this works"

Queen Red, begins paceing as she awaits word of success.

O'Donald enters the room with the phone. "Your majesty it is Mac"

"Tell him now is not good, I will recieve his call again in one hour, I have entirely too much happening right now! She grabbed the other line and said a Hail Mary. It seemed like an eternaty, untill words were heard.

"My lady, we have destroyed the missiles" Commander Biggs annouced in the back ground the cheers could be heard.

"This is wonderful, Commander. Now let us retailiate. Send 12 to give them Thanks for the slaughter of our people, at IB. On my mark." Queen Red shouted so that the Commander would sure to hear it.

"Yes, my lady. Gentleman prepare to fire. " Biggs gave his command and the cheers had stopped and only silence could be heard now.

"Make your marks men. May God grant us all final peace" Biggs turned his head away from his troops. "My lady, we are ready"

Queen Red was looking out the window, onto the destruction that has been caused. She had a tear in her eye, she had not heard from Fionn or Maire in some time.

"FIRE" she said. Then put the phone back on the receiver.

Mick sits in the captains seat of the fishing vessels they have procured.
It is a beautiful evening. He can see the sun setting and the sky is endless against the water in the channel.

Mac walks onto the bridge. "Something is up, she could not talk. Keep a close eye on everything. Is the radar working?" He asked is old friend Mick who was obviously day dreaming a bit.

"Let a man have his dreams....I don't know let me check" Mick turns his chair and takes a peek at the radar. "Holy Mother of God, there are missles going tword MacCool, Danu and Psychik."

"Mac, turn this thing tword IB and full speed. We shall continue this without her words....."

"Mac, Mac there seems to be IBMs coming out of MacCool. They might stop the war heads. Mac"

Mac was already down in the galley. He pulled out his map, and studied the arrows Red marked for him. "Those bastards, first my sister now my Mom and RED. This will not stop, I will make sure those b^stards pay"

Mick ran down the stairs, "Mac, theres IBMs are coming out of MacCool"

Is it appropriate for the DSoRC to send in a few EMB (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?p=1027153#1027153)s against BI?

OFFICIAL GOVERNMENT DISPATCH

TO: BRITISH IMPERIALISM

<<MODESTO NEMIT TRANSMITEL>>
Republi Sertimeth Nikaeleth, A Queldi Anai

----Et: Solarin Tinuviethel, Presidisti Sertimeth, Republi Sertimeth Nikeaeleth----
------Quersi: Anglio------

Recently, a group of 6 doctors headed to the Irish Republic in an attempt to save human lives from the virus you have spread. We wish to keep these medical personnel out of the conflict between your nation and the nations of the Irish Republic. Any attack on these doctors will result in full retaliation from the People's Nikean Armed Forces, whether these doctors be injured, maimed, killed, or otherwise hurt, either directly or indirectly, from an attack by your nation's forces. We will not, repeat, not, hold you responsible should these medical personnell contract the virus spread by your nation.

We hope that you will allow these doctors from a neutral nation in the conflict to do their work, as they are not interfering in the armed struggle between your nation and the nations of the Irish Republic. It is our nations wish to inform you, that through this early warning, conflict between our two nations will be avoided. We will keep in touch with your leaders through your embassy as to the whereabouts of these medical personnel.

http://www.lwhy.clara.net/nge/image14.jpg
Solarin Tinuviethel
President, People's Republic of Nikea
Yukari, Astari Nikaeleth Sertimeth (Commander, People's Nikean Armed Forces)

<<NESUNTË TRANSMITEL>>

Is it appropriate for the DSoRC to send in a few EMB (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?p=1027153#1027153)s against BI?

OOC: Too tired to post now. Great job Maccool; You beat me to it. RC, please feel free to help us destroy BI by any means neccessary.

Mac held his breath. He could only think of his poor Mother. The Queen had given her a job in the castle. Nothing spectacular, she was incharge of the Queen's pets.

Mick cheered then punched Mac on the arm! Then Mac looked at the radar. He breathed a sigh of relief. "Thanks, I owe ya one!"

Mick looked at him puzzled. "Who ya speaking to, God?"

"No, a good friend!" Mac said. I am gonna carry out this mission to completion without bothering Red. "Lets continue on to BI."

Mac went back down stairs, and opened a cabinet. He pulled out his suit case. Placed it on the table next to the map. "Now, one down. The next shall be more dramatic" He leaned over and pulled out his phone.

"Aye, Tommy. How are ya. Needing a little favor, I am. Meet me......"

General Clarke we have multiple missiles inbound throughout the region. Sir they have targeted New Dublin again. What are your orders sir?

Converge all aircraft on those bogies, fire all remaining ABMs, and send word to the DeValera to put a stop to these missiles!

Yes Sir!
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CVG DeValera , in the Atlantic


Commedore we have picked up the launches on satellite. Shall we intercept?

No son, we have our orders. It's up to us to stop those damn brits from doing this again. Prepare aircraft to launch. I want them taken down hard. Exterminate with extreme prejudice!

We have lock with missiles Sir.

Well what are you waiting for? Fire the damn things.

Yes Sir!
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General we have an airburst over Pearce. Awaiting damage reports. Dear God!...........

Skittletopia was born from Irish and Spanish immigrants, so these events have hurt our peoples badly. thus, we are volunteering half of our active armed forces, (meaning over half a million men) as well as 23 of our type 42 destroyers, nations protecting ireland may use these as they deem fit

HMS Invincible, somewhere in the Atlantic,

Sir submarine Victory and Submarine Churchill have sustained massive damage from enemy forces. Cruiser Victoria has sustained hits but damage is not critical. Enemy forces are pursuing. Orders Sir?

They have served their purpose, let them occupy the enemy for now. They have the thanks of the Queen for their loyal service. Radio Captain Miller and have his Ships begin firing upon Irish ports.

Aye Sir!


HMS Gwydion, somewhere in the Atlantic,


Aye Sir, my fleet is ready. God save the Queen!

Lt. order all ships to launch missiles on my command. Fire!


In the quiet Atlantic ocean a fleet of 12 Broadsword class and 10 Aegis class cruisers swivel their missile launchers towards to Irish coast. With a massive blast wave after wave of missiles streak towards their targets in Ireland.

Sire we have received word of missile strikes on Irish nations.

Chancellor order our defenses strengthend and order our fleet to begin bombardment of all military assests in British Imperialism. Anything that moves dies. Understand?

Yes Sire.

Then make it so.

"Von Schilling!"
"Yes, Your Excellency."
"Excellent job shooting down those missiles. Keep our Luftwaffe on guard along the Atlantic coast. Have them shoot anything that even resembles a British ship. Repel the British Forces."
"As you wish, Mein Fuhrer."

Everyone looked at the house it was a beautiful site. It would have been nice to have lived in it. However, the General of BI army lived now.

"Mick you and guys get closer to the house and lay out some more line. I am going to have a chat with the occupants." Mac got back into the van and drove tword the house. He had a bunch of balloons with him. "This always works!" As he rounded the driveway he could see someone walking around in the house.

He grabbed the balloons and walked up to the door. Just before the knocker fell the door opened. It was an older woman in her late 40's.
"Oh, are these for me!" She had a big smile on her face. Mac handed her the balloons and just when she had them, he reached around back and got his gun. Before she knew it, he had the gun on her and she was walking back into the house.

"Now, who else is here?" Mac said as he forced her down in the chair. "Only my maid, and my mother-in-law" she was scared of Mac and her eyes were wide with terror.

"Good, call them in here and make it fast" Mac walked to the window, and pulled out his cell phone. "Lads, were in!" He flipped it shut as the others where entering the room now, they heard some noises.

"Please everyone take a seat. The lads are on there way!" Mac opened the door, as he saw Mick and the others running up. "Where's Tommy?"
Mick looked at Mac and shrugged his shoulders.

Mick got inside and went right to work, he tore the house up looking for any papers the good general left at home. He found a few interesting things and collected them and gave them to Mac. Mac and the others had tied up the prisoners and where in the kitchen looking for a snack.

"Wow, look at this wine collection. It would be sin to let this get blown to kingdom come. Shall we fill up the van with them. A boy needs his beverages, Mac!"

"Sure, why not. I can't dreprive you of your hobbies"....he laughs as he slaps Mick on the shoulders.

"Excellent good work on these papers," He glanced at the papers Mick left on the counter. She will be happy, he thought.

Mac was walking down the hallway and looked at Mick. "It's like old times." He winked at Tommy who was in the livingroom now. "Is everything set?" He motioned for Tommy to follow him into the kitchen.

"Yes, Mac on your word we will light up this little hill in BI" Tommy opened the fridge. "Hmm, hey look they got some cold cuts. Only the rich have trays of cold cuts in the fridge!"

Mac leaned over. Thats a party tray if I live and breath. He shut the fridge, and walked quickly into the livingroom.

"Well, ladies are we planning to have some company today?" Mac smiled as he asked.

"Yes, my husband will have a few coworkers coming in about an hour" The woman was shaking as she replied to Mac.

"Lads we have to rethink our plan. We have more fish to fry" Mac laughed as he annouced his findings. He could not have been happier.

Tommy and Mick went out to the van. "What did Mac say, an hour. We had better hurry" Tommy got some more wire, and Mick helped him lay it along the driveway. "Make sure you cover it well. Place it in the cracks. Don't want to miss one officer!"

Once all the wire was laid, Tommy took the ends and attached it to the fuse box already set up with more wires. He moved off down the hill, past the area he was originally at. "Don't want to be near this fireworks show!"
He kept walking untill he could see the van coming down the drive way.

As the van passed he noticed Mac was not in it. "what the devil he is up to?"

The van rolled down to a slope in the road, and Mick could see the cars coming up.

He signaled to Tommy. "Shite, better hide fast!" He dove into the bushes and laid there waiting.

Mac was pacing in front of the window. He could see from this upstairs window a few cars coming up the road. "Better move fast!"

He went downstairs and untied the woman he gave the balloons to. He held the gun to her face. "You will go outside and greet your guest, keep them outside as long as you can, or I will shoot your mother-in-law"
THe woman was terrified. "Yes, I will do it" She straightned up her hair and walked to the door. Just as she was about to close it. "Lady, one motion or look in this direction and I kill them all!" Her knees almost buckled under her, as she closed the door behind her.

Mac made it out the back door. He worked his way south down the path and got off into the wood. He saw Tommy and sat himself down for a wait.

Tommy saw Mac, "Damn he is crazy" he thought out loud. He waited for the signal. Tommy looked down the road behind him and saw a military car with flags. He pointed at it, and made sure Mac saw it too.

"The biggest fish of them all" Mac held his hand up. All the guest were standing on the driveway and just as the military car passed the Mac made a fist. One more motion and the button is hit......

The general was mad, his guests were all outside and his wife was not inviting anyone in. He said "Lets all go inside my friends" His wife jumped and shook her head no. He could see by the look on her face that something was wrong. He looked at the house and looked around the yard, then he saw a man standing in road.

Mac dropped his closed fist, and Tommy hit the button. Mac waved at the general and turned around to jump.

The explosion rocked the hills. The van almost flipped and Mick was holding on for dear life. The smoke was incrediable and the hills were full of flames.

Mick jumped out of the van and looked up the road. He could not see his friends coming. "Man, I hope they got out in time!" He kept his eyes on the road, and he saw a figure. It was Tommy he had his arm around Mac shoulder and they were laughing.

"Damn fools!" Mick said.

--------Static-------------Static------------------------------Static--------------

"So sorry to interrupt your normal entertainment chaps. Thought all you micks might like to see this."

Image appears of about 50 young men and women in various states of distress. Some appear to have been beaten or worse. All look to be in a great amount of terror.


"These young people were captured on a vessel British Imperialism deems an enemy combatant vessel. Thus these people shall be tried and executed by a Military tribunal. We mean this as a demonstration of what will happen if attacks are continued against British Imperialism. Their deaths are on your hands."

The room slowly fills with a light gas. The people begin to scream in agony as blood begins to pour from eyes, ears, noses and mouths. This continues for 10 minutes until none move.

"This shall continue with more captives and with Irish nationals unless all attacks are ceased. It is your choice. Make it soon."

------------Static-----------------------Static--------------------------------------

The Brittanic States is pleased to announce its "humanitarian mission" has successfully reached London. Our "humanitarian mission" has installed tactical and strategic nuclear arms in the British Imperialism.Any attempt
to land troops on the territory of British Imperialism- or to use any more weapons of mass destruction against British Imperialism territory will be viewed as a nuclear attack on Britannic States. Britannic States is a small nation but we have been developing nuclear technology since our population was only a few million. We implore all interested parties to restrict the area of conflict to Irish territory- otherwise this war could lead to mutually assured destruction of all combatant nations.


What? Listen pal, no month old nation can have nukes. Not even I have them. And so, WE FIRE THE IGNORE CANNON!

Having Arrived in Irish Territory, the EIDF has begun to push the BI army back towards the sea. The artillery creates a curtain barrage behind a group of the enemy, and then the armored divisions push the enemy back through it. The large infantry contingent makes sure that no one gets around or through the line of tanks, by keeping up a steady stream of fire. After 13 hours of repeating this strategy, and covering 241 miles, the EIDF stops, and sets up a gigantic firebase, which will continue to be the base of operations for all Republican activity.
Casualties
5 M1 Abrams
2 Bradleys
3 Humvees
243 Militia
89 soldiers
Meanwhile a second EIDF is being prepared.
Also, in response to the use of biological warfare, the remaining prepared Sunburn ICCMs-totaling 400-are launched at BI. 50 are sent at the capitol.
Targeted bases and airfields are hit with a minimum of 10 missiles, and cities and harbors are hit with a min. # of 5 missiles.

An announcement from the President.
"We will not stand for the use of biological weaponry. As a UN nation, we are obliged to uphold its resolutions. For every use of these weapons, more missiles will be fired. At this very moment, more are being prepped at the launch sites. Also, any BI soldier who doesn't surrender within 24 hours will be killed-even if they throw down their weapons. That is all. May God defend the Right."

Paramiltary bodies issue ultimatum to the BWO governing body calling for war:

****


Confidential memorandum issued by the First Extraordinary Paramilitary Council of Bodies Without Organs - International Brigade Administrative Department to the Serving Chair of the BWO Body of Delegates

As you are no doubt aware:

We have lost all contact with the BSV Alexander Berkman. Last contact was at 14:00 hours July 21st. Last known location was approximately 12 nautical miles off the coast of British Imperialism - headed for rendezvous with other elements of the International Brigade offshore from New Heysham.

Last radio message was garbled. Evidence points towards the ship having either been torpedoed by the forces of British Imperialism, or having suffered major structural damage from a British Imperialist mine. Either way we have second hand intelligence that the craft was abandoned and survivors were taken aboard British Imperialist ships.

Said survivors were later displayed on British Imperialist BBC 2 being _murdered_ in a gas chamber. Analysis of the footage was able to give positive identification of 32 of the 53 victims. All these individuals were members of the BWO International Brigade, and were recorded as being in transit upon the BSV Alexander Berkman.


Our position:

We have so far kept the operations of the International Brigade within the strictures laid down by the Third Reformed Internationalist Conference of City of New Silent Valley, 1972. You will be aware that this allows for the formation and supply of volunteer military units within our nation, provided that said units do not operate _within_ the territory of our nation. You will also be aware that we filled proper papers with the Civil Defence department and that it was your own hand which signed and approved those papers.

In the light of the atrocities committed against said volunteer units, late of the BSV Alexander Berkman, we now call for immediate national action under clause 3 of the agreements reached at the New Silent Valley conference. We consider these a clear breach of international regulations regarding the treatment of prisoners of war. Thus we are sending an official request for the termination of the Freeland of Bodies Without Organs' officially neutral position vis-à-vis the nation of British Imperialism.

_In short, we are calling for an official declaration of war to be issued against British Imperialism. _

You have 48 hours, if after that time an official declaration has not been released then we shall be forced to re-evaluate point 1 as issued by the First Extraordinary Paramilitary Council of Bodies Without Organs. (In case it has slipped your mind, this relates to the temporary cessation of military activities _within_ BWO by signatory paramilitary organisations.)

We are also in a position to call another general strike. It will begin in 24 hours if a declaration is not issue - this is merely to show that we aren’t playing games here.

If after 72 hours the declaration is still not forthcoming we shall declare this nation a tyranny and seek external military aid to overthrow your precious Ruling Body of Delegates…

Summary:
Due to the flagrant human rights abuses carried out by British Imperialism on the volunteer internationalists we call for war. Failure to grant said declaration will be met by:
(i) general strike called within 24 hours
(ii) paramilitary activity against the Ruling Body of Delegates within 48 hours
(iii) requests for international military aid against the Ruling Body of Delegates of BWO will be issued in 72 hours

Signed:

Marco "Tiger" Taggart


Chairman of the First Extraordinary Paramilitary Council of Bodies Without Organs

Telephone conversation between Delegate Harrison, acting chair of the Body of Delegates and The BWO Diplomatic Corps:


"This is Delegate Harrison. I want to know what you fools in the Diplomatic corps are doing. Did you know that I have a piece of paper here in front of me threatening civil war if we don't retaliate for the loss of one of the International Brigade ships? Did you know that? No? Those damn feckin' hoods are ready to rip up the whole country over this one. They are even threatening calling for international intervention to overthrow the Body of Delegates if we don't issue an official declaration of war against British Imperialism. Did I not say that we were granting those gangsters too many privileges at the New Silent Valley conference, did I not say that?"

"....."

"What on earth did they expect - swanning off playing at war games with a bunch of racketeers and young idealists as an army. Is it any wonder they got gassed? Going off armed with shotguns and 1914 rifles to fight the British, I ask you, they we're acting like it was a picnic they were going to."

"....."

"And what the hell have you been playing at, allowing and encouraging BWO Radio International to broadcast 24 hour propaganda against British Imperialism? - was that ever decided by vote, no? What the hell kind of diplomatic corps are you - I've been mugged by people with more diplomacy than you."

"....."

"Don't give me that tosh. You knew that we couldn't afford to skirt this close to war so soon after we gained independence, didn't you? What are we going to do if we have to go to war? Do you know how many men we have who have even completed full Civil Defence training? No? Two thousand. Two thousand. And that includes the instructors as well. Two thousand. That's it. That isn't even enough to police a street carnival, never mind fight a full scale war."

"....."

"I am as fully aware as you of the atrocities which have been conducted by British Imperialism. Yes, I did _just happen_ to catch some news about bioweapons, thank you. What I also noticed was that the countries we are unofficially supporting in this conflict seem determined to bomb the civilians of British Imperialism back to the stone age while letting their Naval units run rings around them. Would it be a tad 'undiplomatic' of me to refer to the carpet bombing of major British cities as atrocities, no?"

"....."

"Yes, I am aware that they haven't used nuclear weapons yet. Would that really matter to you if it was your family they just blew into mince meat? 'Oh, well, at least it was only high explosive
that killed Granny - I would have been really upset if it had of been a nuclear warhead' It doesn't matter, they're still dead."

"....."

"Winning the war? That's a joke. We lost it the second New London was reduced to a smoking ruin. British Imperialism has set up the pan-Irish nations carefully. They accused us of being sub-humans and threatened genocide on those grounds - so what is the first thing our uneasy allies do - they go and prove them right by acting like savages. They've been tricked, and we've been tricked along with them. That Lord Stewart is a conniving wretch - he calls the Irish subhumans and then he _actually makes them act like subhumans_."

"....."

"Look, we need to do something quickly or this is going to blow up in our faces as well. You know who has kept silent through all of this? No? Her Britannic Majesty herself. What the hell is she doing?, sitting back and watch her subjects engage in total war, no - its beyond total war, it's national suicide. She's letting her subjects commit national suicide on the basis of some minor noble's grudge."

"...."

"I don't like it any more than you do, but we're going to have to try and seek an audience with the British Imperialist queen herself - Her Britannic Majesty Victoria Regina."

"...."

"No, of course I don't like it. We've been sold down the river too many times ourselves by that barnyard full of inbred Germanic genetic freaks, but its the only thing I can think of doing that no one else has tried. So get down Burke's Peerage and see if we have any reliable channels we can try and work a connection through. There must be some ex-pat nobles in the internment cam... sorry, protective custody foundations. Call up the lists from there and see if you can get us a go between."


"...."

"Oh, and one more thing - seeing as how you are so clearly _not_ cut out for the Diplomatic Corps, I'll spell it out for you - it would probably not be a good idea to let that 'barnyard full of inbred Germanic genetic freaks' crack appear in any official diplomatic documents."

HMS Tudor, Nuclear Submarine somewhere in the Irish sea


Radio communications report a large concentration of enemy forces advancing inland. Satelllite imagery detects multiple missile strikes on London and surrounding ports and military bases. Reports show a few of our naval fleets have been located, but not before accomplishing their missions. Is it time for our operation Captain?


Yes. Send word to the Swordfish, the Kingston, the Adder, and the Realm. Order all missile tubes loaded. First salvo Airburst AntiArmor, Second Salvo Airburst Antipersonel, Third salvo Biochemical spread. Target main contingent of enemy forces in BI. Then all subs are to split up and occupy any naval response. If all goes well we will set up our allies for further strikes.

Captain, how can we hope to win with such tactics? Sir these people mean to wipe us off the face of the earth, are we not doing more to suppport their claims?

We do this because we have been ordered to. Yes we will most likely lose this war, but they will pay dearly for this. And the Irish shall never forget what we have done. Understood?

Yes Sir. I believe so.

Good , now return to your station. We have work to do.

Aye sir.


Captain Walters then proceeeds to draw his service revolver and execute the naive Lt.

Ensign get someone in here to clean this mess up. Bloody Lt. trying to tell his lordship how to run his war. What is this nation coming to...............

OOC: Each sub is firing 12 missiles per salvo, with a staggering of 1 minute per salvo thus ensuring a continueous stream of missiles until the final round. Biochem rounds are filled with the flesh eating virus already launched against the Republic. Enjoy :lol: Especially after the Anti personel rounds.

The Nation of Lavallin hereby declares a DEF Con 1 state of war with BI.

The Two Carrier fleets have sailed and are in position within range of BI Territory

The Lavallin ICBM and SLBM forces are at Condition red, All BI Military and Population centers are targetted and ready to go on 30 seconds notice if BI uses any type of WMD's on Fellow 32 County Nations or Lavallin itself.

Lavallins army of:
1st, 2nd and 3rd
armored divisions of M1 Abrams Are on the move taking up defense positoions and The 4th, 5th and 6th Armored Divisions are headed toward the invasion site of BI

Bradleys are on the move on offense and taking defense positions, 500,000 Strong Men, Plus Units including 25,000 attack Raptors are infiterating all BI positions, Lavallin is famous for their Cloned Raptors, that once lived millions of years ago, The Raptors have been Chemical activated , activiting a gene splice which makes then Vicious to all but other fellow 32 nation people, Many infilteration squads have infilterated into BI's Citys and are at the ready to unleash the Raptors, let me say it's not going to be pretty...

Lavallins 750,000 strong Militia have been Activited




Carriers are now in range and a launch of 5,000 cruise Missles has been done, their headed in, and the Carriers are Launching Several 100 warplanes as follow up, Subs have launched an additional 500 Missles (non-Nuclear at present) and there are reports of massive explosions within the targeted BI Ports and The BI Military bases and Airfields..


Lavallin shall pound BI until it Leaves 32 Country


:x

[ooc: Nobody invades my hometown!]

Hrstria Vokia Unias

Announcement by President Dagylinsk

The United States of Hrstrovokia, and The Protectorate of KommelianBerg declare war on British Imperialism.

The Hrstrovokian/KommelianBerg Rapid Reaction Force has been mobilised for this conflict.

1,500,000 Soldiers - Arnaments - AKM w/GP-25, Makarov PM, MG42, N36M, 51mm Mortar, FIM-92A, Dragunov.

500 T-90s
2,500 Merkava Mk 5s
800 MT-LBs
500 122mm 2S1s
100 M270 MPLRSs
25 BTR-80s
10 BTR-90s

50 JAS 35s
60 Su 24Ms
5 Su 47s
1,250 MI-28As
10 B-52Hs
25 IL-76s
25 C103Es

[500,000 Logistics operating from within Hrstrovokia]

I have not decided when, where, or how I shall take further action against BI.

Hmm having fun gentlemen?. I see no harm in this forum banter, I think it is a good way of letting off Anglo-Irish steam. As you were. :lol:

HMS Tudor, Nuclear Submarine somewhere in the Irish sea


Realm. Order all missile tubes loaded. First salvo Airburst AntiArmor, Second Salvo Airburst Antipersonel, Third salvo Biochemical spread. Target main contingent of enemy forces in BI. Then all subs are to split up and occupy any naval response. If all goes well we will set up our allies for further strikes.

OOC: Each sub is firing 12 missiles per salvo, with a staggering of 1 minute per salvo thus ensuring a continueous stream of missiles until the final round. Biochem rounds are filled with the flesh eating virus already launched against the Republic. Enjoy :lol: Especially after the Anti personel rounds.



Lavallins Hunter-Killer subs have fired on your Missle Subs... massive explosions are emmitting from the positions of said BI Missle Subs.


There is an unconfirmed report of one BI city where people are in a massive panic as millions year old cloned Vicious Raptors are reported successfully air-dropped and are devoring BI people, men, women and wailing children..

"This is BWO Radio International broadcasting from onboard the BSV Caitlin Costello in international waters off the coast of British Imperialism. This will be our last broadcast. I have received word that there have been missiles launched by British Imperialist submarines at their own country. The first missiles are already impacting on New Coventry. There are confirmed reports of the same biochemical weaponry that we saw used just days ago. We are currently located downwind of a target site. We do not have time to clear the area. We will be leaving the transmitter active for as long as the engines hold out. This is BWO Radio International onboard the BSV Caitlin Costello, signing out. Thank you for listening."


"The Lord's my Shepherd; I shall not want.
He leads me into fields of green.
Restores my soul, and guides my path;
He leads me to waters serene.

Even though I walk through the valley of death,
I fear no evil, for Thou art with me.
Thy rod, Thy staff--they comfort me.
Before my foes, You nourish me.

Your goodness and love will follow me all my days;
Your kindness pursue me all the days of my life.
And I will dwell in Your house fore'er.
And I will dwell in Your house...fore'er."

Last transmission ends with the repetitive rhythmic clicking sound of a needle catching in the runout groove of the 23rd Psalm, eventually this too fades.

AP -- From a press conference earlier in the day, Sultana Meaghan of the Gardens issued this statement: "It is the policy of the Gardens, in this and in previous military conflicts, to serve 32 County Irish Republic in a manner of nonviolent support. While soldiers bravely fight for Irish honor on the battlefields, the citizens of the Gardens are volunteering in record numbers to help those whose lives have been destroyed by this war. Our borders are open to any and all refugees. We have allocated monies to be used as humanitarian aid for civilians now, as well as in the aftermath of this tragic war. Do not think, however, that we in the Gardens will stand to be attacked; our National Guard has been mobilized to protect our borders at all costs. Let us all pray this war may end quickly. God speed and God bless."

(OOC: There is some Nikean in here (language of my nation). Italicized phrases are the translations).

<<Makeshift hospital, somewhere in the rural lands of the Irish Republic>>

Dr. Iriuene was tired. She had not slept for a couple days, and had been busy since the time she received the phone call from the Tinuviethel. Struggling to keep her eyes open, she was examining a blood sample from one of the victims of the virus launched by British Imperialism.

The past couple of days had been busy. They had built a makeshift hospital, built with help from the Psychik tv military, and had begun to take on patients. Constantly in her chemical suit, she had dealt with the challenges of the fluctuating temperature of her suit, as the A/C unit only seemed to work in spurts, her assistant did not speak English very well, making it harder to communicate with the patients, and the research of the samples obtained from patients were puzzling her.

"Kisteni," a voice said excitedly in Nikean. "Mitë." Doctor. Look.

Iriuene put down her sample and wheeled her chair over to where Doctor Eskaniel. He backed away from the microscope allowing her to look at the samples.

"Isi darit trasseri?" she said. Another sample?. It looked a bit different than the others, but the stages of the virus, if any, were yet undiscovered.

"Lan," was the reply, with a shake of the head. "Trasseri et ronim laboristim set Mortethel" A sample from our labs at Mortethel..

Iriuene slowly backed away from the microscope. This was it. One of the breaks that she had been hoping for, and quite frankly, thoroughly deserved after her long hours of working in this land. The sample was one which was similar, almost identical, to a biochemical agent that was stored by the People's Nikean Military for use in research purposes. The virus sample from Mortethel had reached a 90% completion of a vaccine/antidote, and already had some success in tests.

"Moterim irkeno antidotei a mastosertim la?" Do we have enough antidote for everyone here?. It was a longshot, maybe, but it had a hope.

A simple nod was the reply from Aerin Eskaniel.

"Elesentinitë riso" Administer it.

"Lir, Kisteni." Yes, doctor. Eskaniel began to collect the antidote, which was spread across the room in boxes still unopened.

A telephone ring brought Nirstinae out of her thoughts. It was a private line, the number known by only a few people, and was only to be used in the case of emergencies.

"Yes?........When?........A DIFFERENT type of virus now? What are the effects...............Damn. Send a few patients over here, we'll make room. I want to study it. We just had a breakthrough on the first virus.......Yeah, found a sample from our own labs that were similar....Ok, thanks."

She hung up the phone, wondering if she would ever be able to help these people.

BUMP FOR THE SAKE OF INTEREST!

BREAKING: AP -- Sultana Meaghan, leader of the Gardens, has announced that top scientists around the country had dropped everything to research a vaccine for the virus implemented by British Imperialism. "There is never a justification for biological weaponry," she said a press conference an hour earlier. "We are using every resource left at our disposal to find a cure. We are in close communication with scientific leaders in other countries." No cases of this illness have been reported yet in the Gardens, probably due to the population's general isolation from the rest of 32 County Irish Republic.

Meaghan looked out the window of her room and saw the lines of ragged refugees streaming in from the depot. In every one of them she saw another reason why war was monstrous. Her advisors had told her for days to send troops to the battle, but she stood fast and refused. Never would a Gardenian be killed on her command. The frown in her face deepened as she thought of the already dismal state of the Garden's economy, but there was no way to turn down the people she saw outside her window. They would just have to help them. Gardenians had rallied admirably, billions of emus already having been donated to various oranizations. Some volunteered for the militaries of other countries. Blood was being flown to the battlefields to aid the field hospitals. Now, at her request, doctors and scientists were working hard to find a cure for this cursed virus. There were rumors, though, of a new virus; they had been lucky so far, but Meaghan shuddered at the thought of an epidemic destroying her country. Sighing, she turned away from the window and wondered what else she could do.

Deep within the Lavallin Special Op's Bunker center, The Nations top clonning experts are Talking to General McCaul, about the latest clonning success...

General: You say you have managed to clone them?

Scientests: Yes sir, we have clonned 100 of them

General: As with the Raptors their safe?

Scientests: Yes sir, the special gene is in and effective.

General: Excellent, Excellent indeed, I want 50 of them readied for moving, with the chemical trigger to activate their ruthless state, we shall use them, one each on each Major city of these BI warmongerers...

How soon will you be able to ready 50 of them for shipment?


Scientests: Sir we shall have them ready within 24 hours...


General: Excellent.... Excellent indeed... (As He Looks out through the window at the clonned and brought back from Extinction... Tyrannosaurus REX's... all 100 of them in Stasis...)


((Speaking low to himself...the General says... these British Impearlists will wake to a nightmare worse then their presently having, with the 25,000 Vicious Raptors already air dropped into BI... yes indeed... they will find a worse Nightmare...))


Turning... the General snaps out... "what about the research into the biologicals our fellow 32 county have been hit with?"


Scientists: We have acquired samples sir and have Tests going on, so far it all looks very good.

General: Have you worked out how to combat them?

Scientests: (in bored tone) Oh yes sir, their actually quite simplistic, the test results are excellent and we are assured of at least a 95 pct success rate, once we complete all tests if there is no problem we should be able to manufacture enough serum to give all of 32 county nations peoples a genetic cure and immunnity to this so simplistic althrough barbaric bioagents BI has spread..

General: And have you as I asked Enhanced them?

Scientists: Yes Sir!, that was even easier to do and we will be including an immunity to it to be included in the genetic cure, once we have distributed the genetic cure, you can use our enchanced bioagent.

General: Excellent.... Once 32 County has the distributed cure we shall unless these BI scum surrender use it on them, how much more effective is it?


Scientists: Their simpistic Toxin was quite crude, only lasts 72 hours and their Flesh eating virius while nasty also has a limited life, OUR enhanced combinat Toxin-Virius is 100 percent deadly, can survive Absolute zero cold and can survive Heat up to temperatures that Melt Iron, it is viable for we estimate 10 years...


General: Really? Well if the BI don't surrender but continue to try to wipe Irish out, we shall give them a taste of it, London a grave yard for 10 years sounds excellent indeed... Can you perhaps make it last 100 years?

Scientists: We can Try Sir

General: TRY!

Queen Red was getting a debriefing on the current statis of the virus, when O'Donald entered the room.

"It would appear your majesty you have a special visitor in the library.!"
He nodded and left the room.

"Your Majesty we have found a toxin that is releaving some of the effects, but not all. We are working on it, and making much headway. You should see some better results in a few hours, we are sure!" Doctor Finnegan was quite confident, and this made the Queen happy. They both shook hands and her majesty put her hand on his shoulder. "Hopefully, with the help of God, we shall get through this!" She left the room and headed for the library.

She opened the door, and saw Mac. "You are hard to get rid of, luv!" She ran to him and hugged him. "I was sure you would carry out without my words, you always knew my thoughts!"

"Aye," he held her tight and kissed her cheek. "I still have some work to do, but here is the report thus far!" He released his grip on her, and handed her the papers, his own report and the collection he had acquired from his work.

She took the papers and sat down, she smiled at him as she read the reports. "Mac, as always you have succeeded! These will notes and reports will help my military in the battle.

"I have more work to do! We have more intell to gather and more suffering to cause." He winked at her, then started to walk tword the door.

"Mac, tell the boys thanks. Please be careful!" She smiled at him.

"Red, I'll return soon, with the champagne!" He closed the door behind him. As he was walking down the halls of the castle, he looked into the ballroom. He stopped for a moment and looked at the wall. He remembered the secret chamber, their secret chamber. How he wished things could have ended up differently.

She looked at the wedding picture on the table. As she picked it up and held it to her breast, "Yes, I do love him so. I hope he returns safely. Oh Michael, were are you my love!"

She picked up the phone and called her naval commander. "I need a report on the subs, have they carried out their mission yet!" There was alot of static on the line, she could hear a buzzing noise. "Commander, are you there?" The buzzing noise got louder and then "Yes my lady. Having trouble with incoming calls" She was relieved to hear his voice boom though the airwaves. "We have our target in site, we shall have all the subs commence torpedo attacks. FIRE!" The static was gone now, and so was his voice.

"Soon this will all be over" She still held her wedding picture in her hand. She put her head back and slipped off to sleep. She dreamed of a meadow, and fruit trees and children playing. It was her favorite dream.

HMS Tudor, Nuclear Submarine somewhere in the Irish sea


Realm. Order all missile tubes loaded. First salvo Airburst AntiArmor, Second Salvo Airburst Antipersonel, Third salvo Biochemical spread. Target main contingent of enemy forces in BI. Then all subs are to split up and occupy any naval response. If all goes well we will set up our allies for further strikes.

OOC: Each sub is firing 12 missiles per salvo, with a staggering of 1 minute per salvo thus ensuring a continueous stream of missiles until the final round. Biochem rounds are filled with the flesh eating virus already launched against the Republic. Enjoy :lol: Especially after the Anti personel rounds.



Lavallins Hunter-Killer subs have fired on your Missle Subs... massive explosions are emmitting from the positions of said BI Missle Subs.


There is an unconfirmed report of one BI city where people are in a massive panic as millions year old cloned Vicious Raptors are reported successfully air-dropped and are devoring BI people, men, women and wailing children..


OOC:The subs were expendable and that result was expected. Nice work though. Cloned Dinos? How interesting. Not something I thought of in my attack plans. Oh well guess I need to adapt.



IC: HMS Retaliation off the coast of Psychik tv. Moving quickly under attack by numerous elements of Irish military.......

"Captain , we have sustained another hit by a depth charge."

The sub shudders with the impact. Lights flicker and fade, emergency lighting comes on.

" Sir we've lost main power, speed has been cut to 1/4. We cannot launch our payload without full power!"

Another impact rocks the sub. In the forward torpedo room water rushes in through a gaping hole. Out of 12 men only 2 are able to make it through the bulkhead before it is sealed.

"Captain we've lost the forward torpedoes. What are your orders?"

"Captain to crew. We have not been able to complete our assigned mission. Yet we can still make these damn micks pay. It has been an honor to serve with you all. God save the Queen!"

"Captain to engineering. Go with plan Beta. May God have mercy on our souls."

"Aye Sir. Detonation in 4,3,2,1.....BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!



The HMS Retaliation detonates all missile munitions, as well as its nuclear reactor.

OOC: I shall not describe the effects on nearby naval units. Note this is not a nuclear weapon so I hope you shall go with this. This is done more to affect your coastline and any fishing industries you may have. Radiation should have such an interesting effect. Enjoy :lol:

People of Danu and The 32 County Irish Republic, in spite of the darkness and pain we have been forced to endure by war, we now have a shining light of hope as we are happy to announce that President Fionn MacDougal has been found alive in the ruins of his offices. Doctors at New Dublin General Hospital report that besides dehydration and fatigue he is suffering from a fracured Clavicle and numerous contusions. A well needed bit of good news....... Wait it appears the President is going to make a speech. Let us listen


"My friends, Countrymen and Women, Valiant Allies, and of course my beloved wife I appologise for any distress my situation has caused. But I have returned to help finish what that evil madman has started. I thank all of our Valiant allies for their aid in these times of trial. From those who have given military assitance to the brave doctors struggling to save millions from horrible Biological weapons. God Bless you all. Difficulties are meant to rouse, not discourage. The human spirit is to grow by conflict. We must grown from this and emerge stronger then ever.
Strength and courage aren't always measured in medals and victories. They are measured in the struggles they overcome. The strongest people aren't always the people who win, but the people who don't give up when they lose. We will not give up. This country was not built by men who relied on somebody else to take care of them. It was built by men who relied on themselves, who dared to shape their own lives, who had enough courage to blaze new trails -- enough confidence themselves to take the necessary risks. Through my trials over the past days I have some to realize these words and the truth they hold: You gain strength, courage and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face. You are able to say to yourself, 'I have lived through this horror. I can take the next thing that comes along.' You must do the thing you think you cannot do. In the coming days we must do that which we cannot to keep these horrors from occuring again. Let our suffering end this evil and remove it from this world."

Clears his throat and steadies himself.

"As a warning to Lord Stewart and all who follow his lead to hell. Your day shall come as will the punishment due you all. And as closing some words to think on: The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the iniquities of the selfish, and the tyranny of evil men.

Blessed is he who in the name of charity and goodwill shepards the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brothers keeper and the finder of lost children.

And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger, those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers.

And you will know my name is the LORD, when I lay my vengeance upon thee!

Good day to you all"

Another biological attack!?! So, you want to die huh? I'll be happy to oblige you.

Another 100 missiles have been prepared. However, they have been modified to carry large payloads of napalm. Each of BI's three largest cities are hit with twenty five of these napalm rockets apeice, causing fires that destroy large sections of the cities. Also, the BI militairy headquarters is hit with the remaining twenty five missiles.

Also, an invasion force has been prepared.
9th Corp
10th Corp
3 brigades of artillery
3 divisions of M1 Abrams
This force will attack BI itself. Any BI citizen who is found with a weapon will be shot, no questions asked.

Back in Ireland, a battalion of engineers has been flown in by helicopter to the firebase, and is building bunkers, underground shelter, and setting up minefields and machine-gun nests. The artillery has already been set up.

Also, the armored contingent of the EIDF, as well as the regular army units, have once again begun to push the BI army back towards the sea. The militia contingent has stayed at the firebase. The troops currently on the offensive will fall back to the firebase whenever necesary. Also, in reaction to the continued use of bio weapons, all troops have been issued chemical suits. All civilians back in the Republic have evacuated the cities and have fled to Sub-Urbs, underground cities.

And finally, another division of M1 Abrams and another battalion of 155mm howitzers are being prepared to reinforce the firebase.

My lord Stewart I have the current figures you requested.

Thank you. Let us see.

37 Million civilians dead
675 Thousand Soldiers Killed
1 Million Soldiers wounded
24 naval vessels destroyed
All major cities in BI in ruins
No military bases or ports intact
And we seem to have a pest problem.

Looks as if things are going well.

Well my Lord? From the looks of things our nation may soon cease to exist. If of course you listen to what the Irish keep saying. But still things do look bleak.


From a certain point of view I suppose. But this for the most part is goin acording to plan. Just a little longer and they shall fall right where I want them to be.

Of course my Lord.

OOC:Bodies Without Organs nice to see someone has noticed some of my tactics. I shall have to plan something nice and evil for my remaining captives. Especially since it seems no one takes my threats seriously.

Oh, and by the way. I'd like to let you know that the Blue Rogues who came with the EIDF have mysteriuosly dissapeared! I have a feeling that you are NOT going to enjoy this. They are the best in the business. You'll be seeing them soon.....come to think of it, they'll be the last thing you see!

a young leutenat runs down the hall ways of the Armed Republic of Telcordia's Central Government building in the Fortified city of Raemia, quickly burst through 2 large mahogoney doors, finding General Joseph Carl Decker, at his desk

"sir we have the most recent Kh-11 and Geo-therms of British Imperialism, as per your request" says the slightly out of breath soldier

"ah, yes thank you very much Leutenant" the genral comments as he takes the 8x10 images and begins looking over them carefully " what does British Imperialism think they are accomplishing by committing genocide? surely the alliance against them is large enough to destroy every man woman and child in there country... why provoke it?"

"I dont know, umm... sir?"

"Yes?"

"we've been watching this conflict for quite some times sir, and..." responds the leutenant nervously "dont you think its time we offer our support??"

"patience leutenant, there is time for all things... and this too will happen in time" calmly responded the general

"errr... yes sir! can I get you anything else?"

"no that will be quite allright, thank you" the general comments as he puts on his reading glasses, and scrutinizes the photos... "oh one more thing actually... would you be so kind to begin setting up the Air defense network" *he smiles politely*

"Yes Sir!" barks the leutenant, and runs out of the office as the General walks over to the large bay window looking out at several carrier groups and the newly completed Hammerhead Class Submersible Strike Carrier ready for its maiden "shakedown" voyage

the general folds his arms infront of him, a serious look on his face "patience Joseph Patience.... the time will come..."

Having Arrived in Irish Territory, the EIDF has begun to push the BI army back towards the sea. The artillery creates a curtain barrage behind a group of the enemy, and then the armored divisions push the enemy back through it. The large infantry contingent makes sure that no one gets around or through the line of tanks, by keeping up a steady stream of fire. After 13 hours of repeating this strategy, and covering 241 miles, the EIDF stops, and sets up a gigantic firebase, which will continue to be the base of operations for all Republican activity.
Casualties
5 M1 Abrams
2 Bradleys
3 Humvees
243 Militia
89 soldiers
Meanwhile a second EIDF is being prepared.
Also, in response to the use of biological warfare, the remaining prepared Sunburn ICCMs-totaling 400-are launched at BI. 50 are sent at the capitol.
Targeted bases and airfields are hit with a minimum of 10 missiles, and cities and harbors are hit with a min. # of 5 missiles.

An announcement from the President.
"We will not stand for the use of biological weaponry. As a UN nation, we are obliged to uphold its resolutions. For every use of these weapons, more missiles will be fired. At this very moment, more are being prepped at the launch sites. Also, any BI soldier who doesn't surrender within 24 hours will be killed-even if they throw down their weapons. That is all. May God defend the Right."


OOC:Are you going to updte your casualties as of the multi stage missile bombardment? Just would like to know if it had any effect on your troops or not. Thanks. Oh and most of what your people have encountered has been a barren balsted wasteland. Bodies of dead soldiers and civilians with the occasional ruined vehicle. Sporadic guerilla attacks by lightly armed infantry with occasional vehicle support. All towns and cities passed are but mere shells. Ruined by extreme missile bombardment. Just a little FYI. Have fun 8)

ok. in that case, 748 of my men died in the attack before the chemical suits were handed out. Oh, and by the way, which cities? And my units are currently chasing your pitiful troops towards the beaches. Meanwhile, in BI itself, the invasion force has landed and has begun a deadly campaign, shooting anyone they find with a gun. Back in Irish Territory, the reinforcements have arrived, allowing a battalion of artillery to catch up to those units on the offensive-thus, the curtain barrage strategy is being used again.

ok. in that case, 748 of my men died in the attack before the chemical suits were handed out. Oh, and by the way, which cities? And my units are currently chasing your pitiful troops towards the beaches. Meanwhile, in BI itself, the invasion force has landed and has begun a deadly campaign, shooting anyone they find with a gun. Back in Irish Territory, the reinforcements have arrived, allowing a battalion of artillery to catch up to those units on the offensive-thus, the curtain barrage strategy is being used again.

OOC:Just FYI this is a repost of what the barrage consisted of:
HMS Tudor, Nuclear Submarine somewhere in the Irish sea


Radio communications report a large concentration of enemy forces advancing inland. Satelllite imagery detects multiple missile strikes on London and surrounding ports and military bases. Reports show a few of our naval fleets have been located, but not before accomplishing their missions. Is it time for our operation Captain?


Yes. Send word to the Swordfish, the Kingston, the Adder, and the Realm. Order all missile tubes loaded. First salvo Airburst AntiArmor, Second Salvo Airburst Antipersonel, Third salvo Biochemical spread. Target main contingent of enemy forces in BI. Then all subs are to split up and occupy any naval response. If all goes well we will set up our allies for further strikes.

Captain, how can we hope to win with such tactics? Sir these people mean to wipe us off the face of the earth, are we not doing more to suppport their claims?

We do this because we have been ordered to. Yes we will most likely lose this war, but they will pay dearly for this. And the Irish shall never forget what we have done. Understood?

Yes Sir. I believe so.

Good , now return to your station. We have work to do.

Aye sir.


Captain Walters then proceeeds to draw his service revolver and execute the naive Lt.

Ensign get someone in here to clean this mess up. Bloody Lt. trying to tell his lordship how to run his war. What is this nation coming to...............

OOC: Each sub is firing 12 missiles per salvo, with a staggering of 1 minute per salvo thus ensuring a continueous stream of missiles until the final round. Biochem rounds are filled with the flesh eating virus already launched against the Republic. Enjoy Especially after the Anti personel rounds.
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All major cities within BI have been ruined by enemy fire. And your strategy is working rather well with the infantry you seem to be encountering. They will be wiped out in short order. Perhaps a few guerilla strikes now and then but they will be rather futile. But you might want some of the other nations involved to stop missile strikes or at least make the point that they know you are there and not being targeted. OK?

Queen Red was very impressed with the information Mac had given her. She called her generals to castle to discuss the findings.

"Here, gentleman are the over all findings from the intell my guys have recieved....Orders for at least 12 divisions to depart BI with full equipment and support. Plans for conscript force of 2Million lightly armed to defend BI cities. Renforced by 200,000 Reserve Army and Military police. A light brigade of armored vehicles. The distribution of military ordinance with personel support to allied nations."

She looked at her leaders and waited for their reaction. They were speechless, "How my lady did you get your hands on this information? We have tried for weeks to get good intell like this."

Queen Red smiled and said "It is not how you get it, its who you know to get it!" She stood up from her chair. "Can you get this out in time to block the divisions? Or is it possible to spread the word through out the nations. Danu and Psychik?" She looked from one face to another.

General Biggs stood up and he took the paper and walked to the phone, as he picked up the phone and placed the number..."can anyone reach Fionn, yes, good. I have some information for him. Please . This is General Biggs from MacCool. I shall have the intell faxed to him immediatly. Have Fionn carry on to Psychik or Haru. Good, Good. Then prepare for incoming"

General Biggs turned to the others, "I will fax this and have our people get right on it."

"Your Majesty , as always its been a pleasure. Gentleman" General Biggs started to walk out the door and other leaders followed him. You could hear the hum of their conversations going down the hall.

Her royal highness walked to the window. She saw the military vechiles going down the drive. She could see further out to the dark areas where the smoke still lingered.

She sighed deeply and crossed her fingers. "Sure hope this works!"

-=- International Communicate, Belfast - Free Republic of Northern Irish Freedom -=-

1,000 years of constant hostility. Warring. Trade negotiations out of control, alliances made in clandestine talks of peace, invasion. Biochemical warfare.

Is it not easy to see the bitterness, rage, and gnashing of teeth all Irish descendants at least somewhere in their instinct and nature are still born with? The last time our homeland was threatened our combined armies absolutely DECIMATED British efforts. Our national hatred for them is no secret; Our national motto serves as an everyday reminder for the memory of the Emerald Isle, for she has not suffered injustice and oppression from any worse hand than that clenched fist of the British.

Again, we hear the resounding horn of Gabriel, blasting warning from heaven and awakening our hibernating nation to the call of war. Only this time, the damage has already been done and we are left to fight back with whatever is left within ourselves that rages, "We will NEVER FALL to the TYRANNY of the British!"

God be with the Irish! We are His chosen people... why else would we have so many problems?

ERIN GO BRAGH!

-=- Sir RedHand O'Neill III - High King, Free Republic of Northern Irish Freedom -=-

"The price of freedom is never so high that it must be discounted."

"We hereby offer to sell British Imperialism, who have put up a damn good show despite being stupidly outnumbered by the Bandwagon Legion, some copies of Playboy and some nasty STD-infected women to deploy in the Irish countries."

"We hereby offer to sell British Imperialism, who have put up a damn good show despite being stupidly outnumbered by the Bandwagon Legion, some copies of Playboy and some nasty STD-infected women to deploy in the Irish countries."

Thanks. We accept your offer.r

Sir RedHand O’Neill III, High King of the Free Republic of Northern Irish Freedom, sat in his underground bunker, lamenting over the extreme loss of life in the nation, his countrymen, his FAMILY. He could not help but think to himself how much this place felt more like a cage than a safe concrete closet. The news of staggering numbers lost, the beautiful countryside strewn with carnage and sights the likes of Hell itself could only wince at… it was all he could do to maintain his composure. He is a leader, but Lord knows... still all too human. He looked up at his military advisors, the same look of dread and loss on their faces.

After lighting a cigarette and calming his nerves, the ringing in his ears died down and he reviewed the grave facts. “McAndrews. Tell me that again.”

Although he had always served O’Neill without question, McAndrews hated even the fear failure, most especially felt as the result of British injustice. “Sir… our combined military forces have a standing operational population of 78.1 million personnel, when war is declared. We were not in a state of war, so half that number, roughly 5% of our national population, was standing by for anything to happen.”

RedHand sat back in his cold leather chair and it tipped slightly. He sighed. “Go on…”

McAndrews continued, the hair on the back of his neck standing on end. “Anything happened. Without warning. We were, at best… caught off-guard with our pants down. Out of 39 million military, we are left with less than half. The biochemical virus has wiped out countless millions of our civilians, anarchy and chaos have spread through the country like wildfire, and… the whole world watches as one country threatens an entire region with weapons you yourself have outlawed!”

Even had he not said it out loud, O’Neill knew this was what his long-time friend was getting at. McAndrews had not heard from his son since the aircraft carrier RMS Freedom, the FRoNIF flagship, had been lost. He took a big drag of his cigarette and rubbed his left temple.

O’Reilly, Secretary of the Air Force, spoke up, trying to calm McAndrews down and remind him of their elected leader’s own heartache. “Any word from your brother, Sir?” It quieted McAndrews fine enough, but brought O’Neill slowly to his feet. He leaned on the table, both arms still bloody from the firefight they all went through to get into the bunker and secure it and had refused medical treatment.

“My brother and his entire family…” He paused and tried to hold back the tear about to fall, without success. “Melted. Into something Satan himself would not claim.”

The table of well-off military higher-ups shifted nervously in their seats, Michael Martin, O’Neill’s top aide, spoke next. “Christ.” A brief moment of emotional commentary from him just about summed it up. “We are hurting. All of us. Our nation has had a limb blown off in a sucker punch maneuver, and we are reeling. We HAVE to fall back and regroup before all that is left of our green heaven is ashes.”

O’Neill slammed his fist down on the table, splattering blood onto a few of the hastily scribbled reports filling the gaps where ashtrays and whiskey bottles did not sit. The tension in the room peaked, all eyes on him. “Mobilize everything. Everyone who can carry a gun, knife, broken beer bottle, their mother’s ironing board… everyone and with everything. We strike back NOW! Better to fight on our knees than die on our backs!” He spit blood as he hollered, the effect on the men around him evident in their angered expressions. Inspired and angry, they left the room in determined rage, fervor in their speech and acid in their blood, giving heated orders that inspired their own men and women, calling to arms what was left of a military still quite capable of enacting unholy vengeance upon the Free Republic of Northern Irish Freedom’s enemies.

And with that, a bleeding nation grit its teeth, furrowed its brow, and began its revenge.

Meanwhile off the coast of BI
The British commonwealth sixth fleet sits waiting for the war to finish

'British Imperialism, huh what waste' General Mcgoven said in the briefing room of HMS Minden. the flagship of the sixth fleet.

'Shame' Admiral wessex repiled 'such a strong nation consumed by their hatred of the irish, the curse of all British Nations.'

'They got themselves into this mess, but we shall help them out once the rest of the world has almost fried them to death
he went on
'maybe they will learn' he reached over and finished his tea.

'Those irish tactics though, moronic werent they?' General mcgovern said
'I was expecting more from them'

'Indeed General, never overestimate the enemy' Admiral wessex repiled
he turned the general
'how are the refugee plans going?'

'Finished' he repiled

'But British Imperialism and indeed 32 Irish republic will never ever be the same again' he said 'what a waste'

BUMP

"We hereby offer to sell British Imperialism, who have put up a damn good show despite being stupidly outnumbered by the Bandwagon Legion, some copies of Playboy and some nasty STD-infected women to deploy in the Irish countries."

Rioght...I'm declaring war on you too for supplying BI with 'War Materials'....

/me loads trout cannon...

"FIRE ZEE KILLER TROUT!"

[ooc: Im serious.]

[quote=Lavallin][quote="British


IC: HMS Retaliation off the coast of Psychik tv. Moving quickly under attack by numerous elements of Irish military.......

"Captain , we have sustained another hit by a depth charge."

The sub shudders with the impact. Lights flicker and fade, emergency lighting comes on.

" Sir we've lost main power, speed has been cut to 1/4. We cannot launch our payload without full power!"

Another impact rocks the sub. In the forward torpedo room water rushes in through a gaping hole. Out of 12 men only 2 are able to make it through the bulkhead before it is sealed.

"Captain we've lost the forward torpedoes. What are your orders?"

"Captain to crew. We have not been able to complete our assigned mission. Yet we can still make these damn micks pay. It has been an honor to serve with you all. God save the Queen!"

"Captain to engineering. Go with plan Beta. May God have mercy on our souls."

"Aye Sir. Detonation in 4,3,2,1.....BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!



The HMS Retaliation detonates all missile munitions, as well as its nuclear reactor.

OOC: I shall not describe the effects on nearby naval units. Note this is not a nuclear weapon so I hope you shall go with this. This is done more to affect your coastline and any fishing industries you may have. Radiation should have such an interesting effect. Enjoy :lol:




Aide: General!! General!! A Report you should see!


General McCaul: Barks for the aide to come to Attention

Aide: uh Yes Sir! Salutes, There is a Report you should see Sir!

General McCaul recieves report and looks at it....Calls To The Scientists to approch.

"Theres a report that the BI detonated a Nuclear Submarine off the coast spewing radioactives.."


Scientists: Plan Flintstone sir?

General: Is that not the plan in case of Nuclear war to release the stocks of Fish and other sealife you have Gene enhanced to feed on Radioactives?

Scientists: Yes Sir!


General : Implement it then, Oh You might as well implement it fully, the Land animals too and have our representives to our Fellow 32 County be apprised of our actions and re-assure them that the perfidious BI action will not harm us as feared..


Scientests: Very Good SIR! (Moving off to order release of Gene enhanced species that Lavallin long ago created which feed on and are resistent to radioactives..)


General: Oh also Implement General order Armaggedon

Scientests :(Startled) You wish it implemented?

General: Yes, is it not viable?

Scientists: Yes sir but at present tests show only a 80 pct effectiveness rate

General: Well Activating the Gene all lavallins are given at birth, even if it't effective for only 80 pct of our people is better then risking all be lost... I have been told by our leader to implement it if we needed to, so do so! Activite the gene so our people are immune to radiation!

Scientists: Yes Sir!

In a Deep, Hidden Bunker, The Leader of Lavallin is reading Reports

" Reads of the Implemention of the Protocols for anti-radiation, sadly thinking of His Cousin who rejected the gene and so Isn't immune, reads with satisfaction of a report of an scout patrol of BI who trying to enter Lavallin were devored by a pack of 20 Vicious Raptors, mutters... amazing... they ate all the flesh right off leaving only bones...which they crunched up to get the marrow....Oh my, it is a good thing we have multiple genetic controls so they don't harm Lavallins...he mutters.. Aha! a report of several successful drops of the new T-Rex's... amused reading of how the one dropped into London had devored countless BI Civilians ,
Reads of casualtie figures... thinks a minute and Picks up the Phone"


Leader: General McCaul?

General: Yes sir?

Leader:Implement the Reserves order, call iup the 2 million Reserves please, Have them take up Defense positions, Have the Other Two Carrier Fleets and the Main Battle group form up, once The reserves have taken up the defense positions I want you to be prepared to Move 3 armored Divisions, and Supporting Infabtry to BI, time for us to Invade in full force, Have the Three Paradrop divisions including their special team Raptor support ready to be air dropped in.



General: Aye Aye Sir!

London, BI

The invasion force has reached london. The armored contingent, as well as the artillery, encircle the city, and then the 10th and 9th Corps move in.
They charge a city of rubble, who's remaining defenders have little ammunition and food, and almost no hope of turning back the tide. To their credit, the BI troopers go to their deaths like men, not a single one trying to surrender or run. Few civilians fight back, but those who do are killed. the city is overrun within the hour. After the battle, all the BI troopers are givin proper burial outside the city. the civilians are buried with them. Those civilians who did not resist are rounded up, and anyone can tell that they thnk that they are going to die. To their shock, they are given food, water, and medical attention. Then, they are flown back to the Republic by helicopter. They will be placed in a Sub-Urb until the end of the war, and will then be allowed to return home. not a single one will be harmed.

Meanwhile, to coincide with the Battle of London, Apache helicopters are swarming the skies of BI, hunting down any enemy unit they can find.

And back in Ireland, the EIDF continues it push to the sea.

Casualties: Battle of London 164 Republican troopers dead

3 Apaches shot down.

This an announcement to both sides. Casualties have been to high. Thus, any more attacks on civilians who do not resist will be met with lethal force. Especially to my allies, do NOT murder peaceful BI civilians. Those who resist are fair game however. We fight to stop genocide, do not commit the crime you have pledged to stop.

President Fionn MacDougal sits in his hospital bed deep within the command bunker leafing through reports. He picks up the glass of whiskey beside the bed and takes a lnog swallow. Putting it down he picks up the phone.

"General, call out all reserves. I want the 22nd, 35th and 17th divisions sent out in full MOPP gear to take causaltiy reports and perpare thoseareas hardest hit for defensive measures. I want the 2nd , 3rd and 5th fleets positioned off the coast of 32 in order to intercept any further missile strikes."

"Yes I understand this will take some time."

"General I want this done ASAP!"

"No exscuses, I want this country and region protected and I want the rest of those Brit bastards found and killed. Do you understand me? Good."

"Get on the horn with the remainder of the nation in 32 and co-ordinate the regions defense. We are all in this together. "

"Right send out the 7th fleet in search any more BI submarines. I don't care if you have to launch the whole damn airforce, I want those subs found. Good luck general."

"They will pay, this I swear."

To Anti-BI forces
"Red Tide does not wish to get involved in this war but if we had nuclear weaponry would have been used by now... anyways we offer some advise. I know you are having it pretty easy but to make it easier destroy BI's C3(Command, Control, Communication) without it the troops cannot call for reinforcments, recieve orders, or relay the status of the country(or for that matter the war) back to command... assuming you also chose to hit command... I suggest hitting all 3 as that will definatly send the enemy into confusion. Probably making them retreat or give up to your forces. Good Luck.

P.S We believe BI's planning something.

Signed: Supreme Commander Gregory"(OOC:The head of state kind.. not the military kind)

BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

:P You need new glasses, bumping into things must hurt...

:lol:

As the the vast majority of my nation's citizens are of Irish descent, we feel more than strongly on this issue. President Josef Xaphanan issued a statement of condemnation today, saying, "This act of imperialism on the part of....is this right? alright....British Imperialism will not be tolerated by our nation. I have issued an order to move a battleship into the sea south of Cork (or whatever nation occupies real-life Cork). If necessary I will move more forces into the region, but as of now this seems sufficient."

The battleship left port several hours after that statement. Since GnOoLoCoPeLep is located west of Ireland in the North Atlantic, its estimated time of arrival is two-three days (NS Time).

If anyone requires a map of my nation, http://www.angelfire.com/rpg2/gnoolocopelep/scan.jpg

It's kind of shitty quality, I'll have a better one up....eventually.

The Empire of Valinon is stunned by the amount of unhumanitarian attacks perpetuated by both sides of this conflict. We are dispatching aid shipments and essential supplies to both the people of Ireland and the citizens of British Imperialism. We feel that the act of genocide against the Irish people is wrong, but we find that the slaughter of British civilians is equally wrong. Neutral transports are being dispatched along with medical personnel. They shall establish neutral base camps in the name of Valinon to assist the people injured in this conflict.

Sincerely,
Count Viktor Leopold
First Minister for His Majesty's Foreign Affairs

So much has been wasted and lost while Reich troops sat, watching the battles. Command has been non-existant in my absence. I am assuming full command of Reich forces and as God as my witness, British Imperialism will be brought to its knees!

His Royal Highness,
Will Thompson II
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The troops of the 2nd Division of the 1st Army of the Wehrmacht mulled about infront of a small stage with a lone microphone on it. All of a sudden, their commanding officer, a Hauptmann with a long grey beard and bright blue piercing eyes walked up onto the stage and spoke into the microphone:

"Troops!" the talking among the men began to phase out as many came to face the speaker.

"ACHTUNG!" yelled a Feldwebel behind the Hauptmann. Immediately, all troops came to attention, saluting their commander.

"At ease..." the Hauptmann finally said. "I have just recieved news that Maire Haru has been relieved of command of Reich Forces in the Irish Republic."

The men stood speachless there for a moment as the commander built suspense.

"She will be replaced by..." he drug it out a bit longer, "King Will...Thompson...the Second!" he finally yelled out as held the paper, obviously the communique informing him of thus, high into the air, shaking it like a 100 dollar bill he had found in the street.

The men errupted into cheers and threw their hats into the air. Several shouted "Huzzah!"

The commander yelled out, "Seig..."

The troops reponded giving the Fascist salute, "Heil Will!"

Neutral Valinon transports have arrived in the affected Irish states and British Imperialism. They have established base camps throughout the region. All peoples seeking care, aid, or emergency medical attention can be routed to one of these camps. We encourage the nations involved in this conflict to support the Empire of Valinon on this matter. Also we desire to see peace, or at least a temporary armistice, so our humanitarian efforts may aid those in the worst affected regions.

Sincerely,
Count Viktor Leopold
First Minister for His Majesty's Foreign Affairs

British Imperialism, do you have a map of your country? Should I just use England?

The army's of the vandles have decided to launch an all out war on British impearlism. For the centuries of atrocities the english people had put on the celtic people the vandel horde will be ruthless as it mobalise its army and dispatches its forcese to irish territory to first protect from and then attack british imperalism

Gaulicia a celtic nation has pleged its full surport to the irish cause send its 2nd battle group consting of 100,000 warriors

OOC: Assuming its the map of England

IC: King Will scanned the maps on the table before him upon the bridge of the RNV Stonewall Jackson which had sailed from Der Angst to the new theatre of concerne.

"We could have ended this long before. We could have done without the Royal Navy patrolling the seas as well. Luckily, we have our own armada. They can outfight and outsail the Royal Navy any day." the King sighed as he looked across the British Coastline.

"There are several spots we could land this Army...." he trailed off for a moment. "But here." he pointed to a spot on the map, "is the best one. You know what you have to do gentlemen" he said to the crowd of Generals and Admirals standing about.

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150 V-4 missiles slam into Military outposts and fortifications on the cliffs of Dover as the black shadows of thousands of Luftwaffe Bombers crowd the skies over Dover dropping their deadly munitions.

Soon thereafter, under cover of close air support by the Luftwaffe another cloud of planes flew over Dover this time, dropping 15,000 men of the 5th Fallschirmjager, composed of troops from North Star. As the bombs fell and the planes strafed, the paratroopers landed, many taking fire as they fell, but most landing safely. They unhitched from their parachutes and immediately began to storm the defensive positions on the cliffs of Dover from the rear.

The 1st Wehrmacht sailed onward

"Yes, is the Count Viktor Leopold, avaiable, sir?" She spoke softly into the phone as exhaustion was present in her voice. "Who may I say is calling on the Count?" the voice on the phone replied. "Please tell him it is Queen Red, of the Kingdom of MacCool."
There was a moment of silience as the she waited.....

"Dear, Count. I wish to thank you for excepting our refugees during this time of turmoil. You have been very generous in helping the Irish, and for this in time I shall remember you and thank you in other means, kind sir!"
She thanked him again as she placed the phone down.

"People like that shall receive their greatest reward from God, the helping of the ill is a noble gesture" she was not speaking to anyone in particular. She looked up to ceiling and crossed herself. "Thanks be to God!"

O'Donald entered the room, he startled her. "Oh, please quit sneaking around old man!" she jumped as she shouted. "This is not the time to sneak!" She straightned out her attire and walked to the couch.

He walked closer to her "My lady, I am terribly sorry for my enterance. I just received word, your husband is nearing home port. He shall arrive in a few hours. Shall I make arrangements for him?"

She was seating on the couch and almost sprung her neck when she heard O'Donalds statements. "Oh, what wonderful news. Make arrangements to have him picked up at the harbor." she was very relieved that he was returning. She was too tired to show any form of excitement.

"Shall I make a party for his return, My lady?" O'Donald was standing at attention waiting for her words.

"No, I shall not entertain during this time. He will understand, we need to focus on the sick and dying. Not balloons and streamers. No!" She stood up and left the room.

O'Donald followed and turned off the lights. He closed the door and then thought to himself. "I shall have the cook prepare a cake any way!" He walked off into the kitchen.

OOC; Yes it is the map of Great Britain. And a question. Have you looked at what the other nations have done before you? There are no fortifications left of mine. You can destroy the other nations who do not seem to be working together at all. There are only ruined cities, dead bodies and a rather large number of craters from the thousands of missiles that have slammed into my country. Figure a good 65 Million civilians have died(Not all from my hands) and about 3 million soldiers have been killed. A few hundred military vehicles have been decimated. Only a very few hard cases are still even considering guerilla tactics. The land is rife with poisons and biochemical residue. Most people will need to spend most time inside contained suits or have problems. The atmosphere has been polluted by the sheer amount of missile strikes throughout the country. There is no co-ordinated defense to be seen. If you have specific questions about what else you may run into or if you have specific details that I haev not provided then please let me know. But I would suggest that while it seems a great many of the world community wish to help in my total destruction then at least do not continue to beat a dead horse. I applaud your gallantry in the continued bombing of a broken nation. Cheers to the deaths of even more civilians. Nice to see who the "good" guys are here. So keep it up and maybe the cockroaches will need to be concerned. I will let you know that I am still active and have forces in the planning stages of more attacks. This is not over by a long shot I am afraid. Well good luck taking out the "evil" dictator. Cheers. :roll:

The first few troops of the Fallschirmjager began to fall ill. They began coughing violently.

"Damn!" yelled a commander, "This air is poisinous! Suits on!"

The men pulled strings on their backpacts as their uniforms, already made of impermeable fabric began to shift and connect to eachother. A full helmet came out from under their backpacks with a full display. It began to pressurize and oxygen flow began. Some got them on too late and nearly 2,500 died from the gasses.

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The King listened to the reports from the ground of the gas. "Order all of the men to get their full suits on. We will procede as planned."

The ships carrying the 1st Wehrmacht landed on the beaches east of Cambridge and began to unload with little opposition. Panzers began to roll across the plains and craters and rubbles of villages. All 500,000 men of the first Wehrmacht began a concerted march to the South-west. Mostly Mechanized, small arms fire was useless and the Luftwaffe shadowed their movements. They were all outfitted in complete bio suits which looked rather large and bulky yet which were light, maneuverable, and efficient as well as air conditioned to keep the heat away.

"The last asset they have," exclaimed the King, "the last majour asset anyway, is the Royal Navy. It must be our goal to track them down and defeat them. I am leaving you," he pointed to General von Wolff, "In command of this theatre. If you should need me, contact the Reich Chancellery."

With that, the King boarded a boat, sailed to the Aircraft Carrier, Jefferson Davis and flew in a highspeed jet escorted by an entire fighter wing back to the St. Augustine Airport in Iesus Christi.

Ethan Bell............

We have the reports in on our casualites of war, both civilian and military.
Of our 378 million fighting force, 106 million have been killed in action, 860 have also been wounded or infected with the killer virus. They striking force has been cut in half. The only parts of the forces not too badly damaged is the navy. The are operating at over half right now, and still quite functionable.

The total number of civilians is 204 million are either infected with the virus or wounded. The make shift hospitals all over MacCool are running out of supplies, and the death toll is rising. The current numbers of civilians dead is over 400 thousand. There are still areas we can not enter to recover our wounded or dead. The smoke has not settled yet.

Our public is being advised to evacuate MacCool, as we are testing the smoke that is traveling south. The smoke does carry the virus. Those who remain are being handed out, gas masks and are being given a shot in hopes this will conter act the virus. All woman and children are being advised to get to a port, we have the navy taking full ships out daily.

Again, for those that did not catch the first report this evening. The smoke is carrying the virus south. Those who can get the shot, or
find a outpost to receive your gas mask....Repeat the smoke is carrying the virus.

As my entire staff and myself have been advised to leave. What will become of MacCool. This is Ethan Bell....God speed!

Queen Red was going up the staircase as she heard the report being
aired over the castle intercom. She gripped the banister and gasped as she heard the screams coming from the downstairs.

"Everyone pack up, we must evacuate the castle. Everyone must go" she shouted, as she was coming down the stairs at quick pace. She was taking two steps at a time, when her ankle gave way. She fell the rest of the way down. With a loud thump, she hit the floor. As she lay there in pain, the doors through out the castle were opening and shutting. Hysteria was taking over.

A guard was running down the hall way, he stopped as he say her lying there on the floor. "My lady, what happened? Your bleeding........."
He put his arm behind her head, and lifted her up. "Let me help you"

"Go and make sure all leave the castle, put me on the couch, I will be fine." She pushed him to leave and she pulled herself to an upright position on the couch. "Please go make this an orderly evacuation, make sure all the staff is safely out, GO!"
The guard went as he was commanded, "I shall return for you, My lady!"

"GO" she shouted.

She could hear the cars pulling out, and more pulling in to gather her people. O'Donald was shouting to everyone to form a line. She thought she heard a gun shot. "Oh, my head hurts" she felt herself drifting off......

Despite the nation being paralysed by a general strike enforced by paramilitary elements gathered at road blocks with pickaxe handles and calling in on "blackleg" places of work which have not answered their call, the Freeland of Bodies Without Organs has still not issued a declaration of war.

In the Body of Delegates Assembly Hall there is claim and counterclaim as the elected members argue the matter too and fro. There are calls for vengeance for the gassed troops of the International Brigade. There are calls for vengeance for the use of biochemical weapons against civilians. There are calls for vengeance for the loss to biochemical weapons of the crews of the BSV Memory Of Lagan Valley and the BSV Caitlin Costello. There are calls for vengeance for the targetting of civilian areas.

Yet still no declaration is forthcoming, even under the threat of a return to old ways by paramilitary elements, and the promise that they will seek interntaional aid against their own Body of Delegates if it is not issued.

Meanwhile, in a small office located behind the Assembly Hall a team of researchers are hard at work drawing up a list of human rights abuses and abusers. A rough draft is passed out to the Chair of the Assembly and he begins to read. There is near silence in the hall. The silence hangs in the debating chamber for minutes after he finishes. Members shuffle their papers and make notes and check back through the releases they have been given. A commotion suddenly erupts. The chair calls for silence and introduces a new speaker: Pauline DeVirilio, a young political studies research student attached to the Civil Defense Committee. She takes out a sheaf of papers and begins to read. Catcalls and jeering are her initial response, but slowly the naysayers drop silent. She leaves the podium to applause and the next speaker follows. He is a seedy looking man with a strong BWO accent. He has no papers or notes before him and says what he has to say briefly and quietly.

The delegates are left to debate the matter. Throughout the night the arguments rage back and forth cloaked in the intricacies of political niceties. Seething delegates choke back their rage at what they see going on around them and struggle to find words to convey how they feel. Eventually various decisions are reached:


1. A confidential motion is passed to blackmail one of the paramilitary leaders commanding the International Brigades. His homosexuality is an open secret, and no shame in a liberated country such as BWO, but certain details of his brief period of employment at a home for young boys have never been made public, and it is believed that the threatened release said details may be sufficient to hold off the threat of paramilitary action against the Body of Delegates.

2. The Human Rights Abuse report is to be finished and kept up to date. Monitors are to be dispatched to the various areas of conflict and record what they see. Historians and analysts are to study the recent reports of the incident in greater depth. The file will not be released until the time is right.

3. The BSV Caitlin Costello is to be recovered and sterilised. It may begin broadcasting again, but under tighter control of the Body of Delegates. Due to the great loss of shipping during this international incident the only appropriate craft is the BSV Jack London, a deep sea survey vessel. It will deliver a decontamination team to the ghost ship and will then move clear of the highly dangerous British Imperialist coastline, stationing itself in the North Atlantic until such time as it is safe for unprotected individuals to board the BSV Caitlin Costello mobile broadcasting unit. It will make use of that time to survey certain areas of the North Atlantic.

4. Research into recent events on the global market will continue. A dossier will be prepared. It is to be held confidential until given clearance by the Body Of Delegates.

5. Guests from 2 departments of the BWO University German Studies faculty are to be requested to present papers to the Body of Delegates. One is from the C20th History department, the other is from the Modern Philosophy department.

6. All those pan-British citizens currently taken into protective custody are to be given the option of (i) release back into BWO society, or, (ii) repatriation to their home country or any other territory which will accept them, or, (iii) remaining in protective custody in new establishments which are to be monitored by international observers. Reparations will be made to those who have been interned in said Protective Custody Foundations.

7. Diplomatic investigations into the current location of a certain female British Imperialist citizen are to continue, despite having drawn a complete blank.

8. The Freeland of BWO will continue to welcome evacuees and refugees from any and all nations or territories touched by this conflict. Current aid programmes will continue, subject to revision, and any territory which feels in need of aid is encouraged to apply for said aid. Shipments of medical supplies, food, potable water and temporary dwellings are to be sent to all areas which have been touched by the bioweapons and carpet bombing. Said supplies will be left to other nations to distribute, as BWO does not have sufficient experience to organize large scale distribution programmes in infected areas.

9. The current training program of the BWO Civil Defence force, having only managed to produce 2000 soldiers is to be accelerated somewhat, but it will be made clear that said Civil Defence force will not, for the foreseeable future be deployed outside of BWO territory.

10. No declaration of war will be issued. The Freeland of Bodies Without Organs will remain neutral at this stage of the conflict.

8. The Freeland of BWO will continue to welcome evacuees and refugees from any and all nations or territories touched by this conflict. Current aid programmes will continue, subject to revision, and any territory which feels in need of aid is encouraged to apply for said aid. Shipments of medical supplies, food, potable water and temporary dwellings are to be sent to all areas which have been touched by the bioweapons and carpet bombing. Said supplies will be left to other nations to distribute, as BWO does not have sufficient experience to organize large scale distribution programmes in infected areas.



As described above aid packages have been sent to:
Danu, McCool, Psychik Tv & one other.
They will be found on barges floating off their coastlines.
Any other nations suffering civilian casualities from the conflict should TG if aid is required.

"The supplies have arrived!" the captain of the HMS Evermore announced. "Lets attach a rope and bring them into the harbor where the medical team can get them." the first mate replied

"No, we have to many refugees to return, we will be over run." The captain was stern with his reply, but he was right. There were thousands waiting to board the ships, and they will eventually run the plank, with the hysteria that is growing. He knew this.

"You men, over there. Come here. Get that dingy off the ship and take some rope and attach it to the supplies. Make sure you get them back to the harbor and to the necessary people there! Thats an order!" The captain looked as his men, they were already jumping to duty. The dingy was dropped and they were on there day.

"Yes, sir." They respected the captain, they would die for him. As the five men were rowing out to the barrage, they realized they just might die this day!

:roll:

So much has been wasted and lost while Reich troops sat, watching the battles. Command has been non-existant in my absence. I am assuming full command of Reich forces and as God as my witness, British Imperialism will be brought to its knees!

His Royal Highness,
Will Thompson II
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The troops of the 2nd Division of the 1st Army of the Wehrmacht mulled about infront of a small stage with a lone microphone on it. All of a sudden, their commanding officer, a Hauptmann with a long grey beard and bright blue piercing eyes walked up onto the stage and spoke into the microphone:

"Troops!" the talking among the men began to phase out as many came to face the speaker.

"ACHTUNG!" yelled a Feldwebel behind the Hauptmann. Immediately, all troops came to attention, saluting their commander.

"At ease..." the Hauptmann finally said. "I have just recieved news that Maire Haru has been relieved of command of Reich Forces in the Irish Republic."

The men stood speachless there for a moment as the commander built suspense.

"She will be replaced by..." he drug it out a bit longer, "King Will...Thompson...the Second!" he finally yelled out as held the paper, obviously the communique informing him of thus, high into the air, shaking it like a 100 dollar bill he had found in the street.

The men errupted into cheers and threw their hats into the air. Several shouted "Huzzah!"

The commander yelled out, "Seig..."

The troops reponded giving the Fascist salute, "Heil Will!"

OOC:
Thank you, Thompson. I've been busy with RL and I just couldn't handle Reich troops. Keep up the great work. And smash BI into the stone age.
OCCly:
Should we look into BI survivors? We could put them to good use in The Reich.

O'Donald went thru the whole castle to make sure no one was left behind. "I hope we have everyone." he scurried from room to room. He was coming down the hall when he saw a figure in the library entrance.

"You, we are evacuating the castle and all of Coolkirk, you need to get out!" he shouted to the figure who ran off into the library.

O'Donald ran to the library to see where the figure was, as he entered the doors he was amazed.

"Oh, your majesty I thought you left an hour ago?" he saw her laying on the couch. She was not moving. He walked closer and saw a guard by the window. "She fell down the stairs, I forgot to get her, she told me to help get the castle evacuated first" he said as he walked slowly tword O'Donald.

"Well, we have to wait for a car to return before we can leave now. I thought while I was waiting to check that everyone had made it out. Glad I did" He sat down next to the Queen. He patted her hand and hoped she would awaken. He touched her cheek.."Your highness, your highness!"

"Shes out cold, O'Donald. I have already tried that" said the guard.

The guard turned around and walked to the window. He could see the smoke at the top of Coolkirk mountain. He turned to look at the lights which were coming from the harbor they seemed very bright.

"How long untill the next car returns?" the guard asked.

"Should be soon!" O'Donald replied. He patted the Queen hand again, in hopes it would help. "Your right, she is not responding." O'Donald walked to the window, and now joined the guard.

"I do hope the car comes quickly!" he grunted to the guard. He glanced over at the Queen. "Do we have any gas maskes in the castle, just in case?" as O'Donald said this chills ran down the spin of the guard.

"I'll check sir" the guard went off into the foyer. "Just my luck, I am always in the wrong place at the worst times!" he mumbled to himself.

:shock: Hellas now stands by the side of the Irish :shock: . Our Historians recognised anglosaxons as invaders from europe. Scotland And Ireland, and soon enough the whole England will be set free. Hellas claims nothing from any of the conquered land; it is only willing to help for the freedom William Wallace once asked, to be provided :D . 800 million Greek soldiers (recognised by the 2nd Reich, France and many others in WW2, and in many other occasions, as the best fighters in the world) are allready marching agaist the British forces, the whole of our fleet, one of the proudest and most known in the world for the battles it won (against Egypt, Persia, Turkey, Franks, Romans, Germans, and many more), is currently getting around England, our Airforce, with our pilots recognised as the second best, after the Israeli's, has it's targets locked on :evil: .

-STRENGTH AND HONOR-

A remote Beach Resort, elsewhere in the NS world:

"Boy, another drink and quick!" Alexander Stewart Lord of British Imperialism lounged on the Beach chair as the local waiter raced to the cabana for his drink. Pulling his sunglasses down he gazed at the gentle waves lapping against the tropical shore. A light sea breeze wafted in bringing relief from the warm tropical heat. "So Moriarty how many Nations have invaded and bombarded the same piece of property?" An older man with an aura of command about him looked up from his massage to glare at the questioner. "You know how difficult it is to keep track of all the Do-Gooder nations out to deal with such "evil". Of course I find it rather amusing that they have fallen into the category that you placed them my Lord."

"Now Moriarty, we are on holiday and as such it is Alexander. Let us not stand on formality now." The local waiter returns with the drink and hands it to Alexander. "Thank you boy." Hands him a 20 pound note. "So we have numerous nations vying for the destruction of our Nation?" "Correct my L..Alexander." "Our population centers have been bombed as well as our military bases and ports?" "Correct." "And hordes of ravenous raptors are attacking our forces as well as any of these new nations just charging into the conflict?" "Correct." " As well as a few nations sitting offshore firing missiles at any military forces noted even ones allied if not notified of said alliance?" "Correct." "And we are the "Evil" in this conflict?" "So it seems. The trap of self righteous fools." "Ah I see."

Alexander takes a long sip from his drink. "Now we need more drinks with these little unbrellas at home. At least when we get to go home that is. " "Alexander I have seen reports from some of our fellow Britains stating that they would assist the rebuilding and in negotiations to cease the massive assaults on our lands." "And what did you respond?" "That while that sounds nice we cannot return with the current situation in our nation. The missiles, raptors, and multiple invading armies and the blockade are problematic to say the least." "Ah, Moriarty mayhyaps one of these days we shall be able to return?" "Let us hope so......."

They both lay back. Alexander basking in the sun and Moriarty returning to his massage.

"And what of the plan?"

"Still proceeding as ordered. They maintain radio silence and only announce themselves when the time is right."

"Not that plan. What are we doing for dinner? The Beach feast or the Formal dinner?"

"Sorry, whichever..................."

Due to the extremely hazardous conditions in British Imperialism, the Empire of Valinon is trying to move as many civilians as possible from the warzone. They are being taken to our embassies. At this time we regret that we must cause further tension, some of the civilians we are evacuating are being temporarily housed at our camps in the Irish states. Due to this and fear that the Irish people may act violently against British citizens, our humanitarian staff has been ordered to seperate the British and the Irish. Valinon will take full responsibility for all security regarding this matter within our camps.

Sincerely,
Count Viktor Leopold
First Minsiter for His Majesty's Foreign Affairs

Three steam ships, the G.S. Cacao, Koala, and Penny, have been loaded down with aid and are headed for Danu, MacCool, and Psychik TV, respectively. Inside each are numerous crates of freeze-dried and canned foods, as well as a limited amount of fresh produce from the Garden's rainforests. There are also medicines, bandages, and other supplies and a limited number of basic gas masks. Also enclosed is a letter, addressed to each leader and carried by an envoy. The captain has been instructed to unload the ships and refill them with refugees to take back to the Gardens. They are to continue making these runs until the nations no longer need aid or the Garden's own resources are decimated. More ships are waiting in the habor for the word to steam to any other nation that needs their cargo.

A remote Beach Resort, elsewhere in the NS world:

"Boy, another drink and quick!" Alexander Stewart Lord of British Imperialism lounged on the Beach chair as the local waiter raced to the cabana for his drink. Pulling his sunglasses down he gazed at the gentle waves lapping against the tropical shore. A light sea breeze wafted in bringing relief from the warm tropical heat. "So Moriarty how many Nations have invaded and bombarded the same piece of property?" An older man with an aura of command about him looked up from his massage to glare at the questioner. "You know how difficult it is to keep track of all the Do-Gooder nations out to deal with such "evil". Of course I find it rather amusing that they have fallen into the category that you placed them my Lord."

"Now Moriarty, we are on holiday and as such it is Alexander. Let us not stand on formality now." The local waiter returns with the drink and hands it to Alexander. "Thank you boy." Hands him a 20 pound note. "So we have numerous nations vying for the destruction of our Nation?" "Correct my L..Alexander." "Our population centers have been bombed as well as our military bases and ports?" "Correct." "And hordes of ravenous raptors are attacking our forces as well as any of these new nations just charging into the conflict?" "Correct." " As well as a few nations sitting offshore firing missiles at any military forces noted even ones allied if not notified of said alliance?" "Correct." "And we are the "Evil" in this conflict?" "So it seems. The trap of self righteous fools." "Ah I see."

Alexander takes a long sip from his drink. "Now we need more drinks with these little unbrellas at home. At least when we get to go home that is. " "Alexander I have seen reports from some of our fellow Britains stating that they would assist the rebuilding and in negotiations to cease the massive assaults on our lands." "And what did you respond?" "That while that sounds nice we cannot return with the current situation in our nation. The missiles, raptors, and multiple invading armies and the blockade are problematic to say the least." "Ah, Moriarty mayhyaps one of these days we shall be able to return?" "Let us hope so......."

They both lay back. Alexander basking in the sun and Moriarty returning to his massage.

"And what of the plan?"

"Still proceeding as ordered. They maintain radio silence and only announce themselves when the time is right."

"Not that plan. What are we doing for dinner? The Beach feast or the Formal dinner?"

"Sorry, whichever..................."



Off , on a sand dune, under cover of scrub and a few Palm Trees, a Lavallin Special forces Sniper quietly talks into a Highly scrambled and secure wireless, "Target found and in sights, in case I fail release the 50 raptors we brought... hears the double click of acknowledgement and carefully tucks the Wireless communicator away"

"Taking aim with his extremly accurat and modified Sniper Rifle he gets Lord Stewarts melon sized head in his sights and slowly squeezes off a round...."

Fionn walks through the refuge camp, miles upon miles of makeshift shelters and depressed and hungry civilians. He has come to see what has his people have suffered and what they have become. Fear and anger fill many of the faces watching as their President surveys the camp. Trucks rumble into the camp carrying generous contributions of food and medicine from allied nations. He looks over the list of Donators and smiles."It is inspiring to see that such people as these exist in this world. A counterbalance to ones like Stewart. Wouldn't you say Lt.?"
Looking at young Army officer observing the distribution of supplies to the refuges."Begging your pardon Sir, but he is still out there. Why havn't we joined in the destruction of BI with our allies?" A thoughtful look comes across Fionn's face."We must focus on rebuilding our nation. I am commited to the defense of Danu and the entirety of the 32 County Irish Republic, but I will not have us brought into the game where he knows the rules and we are in the dark. We have suffered greatly by his hands and I must keep my own rage in check, but we need to think of the needs of the people and an extended war with a foe unwilling to stand and fight is not good for the people."

"Sir, stand and fight? Sir they have. And every time they have our allies have beaten them soundly. What do we have to fear? He should have nothing left by now. I am afraid I do not see your points Sir."

"Alright Lt. I shall explain as we hand out this food." A crowd of children and women surround the two men as they struggle to keep up with the demand. "BI is a large nation, is it not?" "Yes Sir they are not Danu but they do have a large population, so?" "Well the numbers of forces encountered do not match up with the military for a nation that size. Even if military spending was not a priority, which I happen to know it was a priority, the forces encountered would only exist as a small fraction of what he truly has." "Sir if that is the case where are his forces?" "That Lt. is why we are focusing on defense. We don't know where he will strike from but we have a good idea of the size of a probable invasion force. Now do you understand Lt.?" "Aye that I do Sir. Thank you Sir." "Don't mention it. Just keep up the good work helping these people."


A messenger comes up to Fionn"Sir we have receievd word that and Envoy from The Gardens has arrived in Danu with much needed supplies. They also have a letter for your attention."

"Thank you I will come immediatly, Lt. keep it up."

"I will Sir, I will."

Fionn is shown to the command tent where the Envoy is seated at the table. "Thank you for coming, the Sultana has my gratitude for her assistance. This region is lucky to have her here. So I undestand you have a letter for me?"

*RNV Napoleon Bonaparte, Sistership of the Stonewall Jackson*

"Captain!" yelled a young seaman as he ran towards the elegantly dressed officer, "The John Bell Hood reports a large group of British Subs ahead. The A.P. Hill and the J.S. Moseby (All 3 are subs) have engaged the group as well. Spotters ahead report large explosions. We think something has sunk. We are trying to contact the subs now."

The Captain Pondered the words and then said, "Thankyou, seaman, dismissed." The young man popped to and ran off.

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*RNV John Bell Hood*

An explosion rocked the sub. The lights flickered for a moment but came back brighter than ever. The captain of the Hood braced himself on the railing along the centre of the bridge.

"Damage Report!" He ordered.

" A torpedoe detonated off of our bow. Little damage, just a shock." the Engineer reported from the core.

"Return Fire!" the captain yelled.

Five torpedos issued forthe from the sub's tubes, two going for the 1st sub targeted and three towards the larger second one.

The torpedos hit home it seemed as massive fiery explosions came from both subs.

Then, from behind came down another large British Sub.

"Captain!" yelled the Sonar officer, "Theres a massice SOB bearing down on us from above at 6 oclock! It's closing at...My God! 1000 yards!"

An air of panic swept over the bridge but quickly returned the former calm.

"Torpedos in the water! Eight of them! " yelled the Sonar officer, "700 yards and closing!"

"Fire counter measures!" yelled the captain, "Dive! Dive! Dive!"

Suddenly, smaller torpedoes flew from hatches on the top of the submarine and began to pursue the torpedoes as the Balasts took in more water and the sub began to rapidly dive out of the path of the torpedoes.

"We won't make it in time Captain!" yelled the Navigation officer.

*To be continued*

OOC: I doubt you'd be able to find him THIS soon. Leave the raptors out of this. Reich Special forces are in the area and are tracking him. We have actual work behind us on that where as you just arbitrarily found him.

mercenaries inc supports the british in this war against ireland this is becuse 60% of my nations mercenaries are british if britian wishes i will send the the following mercenaries
ex parachute regiment mercenaries ( they hate them becuse of bloody sunday)
ex sas ( the irish hate them becuse they shoot to kill)
ex members of the ulster defence regiment ( becuse they are all prodys from norther ireland)
long live ulster long live britian
no surrender to the ira

Mercenaries, British Imperialism has been almost completely trounced. It is now futile for you to risk the well being of your nation and people for this lost cause. If you choose to send aide to the British, your armies and people will be crushed underfoot like so many cockroaches.

The Reich is poised to land troops in your lands as well, the Luftwaffe is in a position to bomb out your cities and the Kriegsmarine is in a position to crush whatever pitiful navy you have and strangle your nation of any life giving supplies.

I sincerely hope that you shall leave this situation and save yourself the heart-rending pain that shall be caused you if you should follow through.

His Royal Highness,
Will Thompson II

The Empire of Valinon beseeches all sides stop this conflict. The Irish people have endured enough already and now the British people are being forced to endure even more. The government of the British Imperialism has apparently fled the country, its military is in full retreat, and many of her cities and ports lie in complete ruins. His Majesty requests that this conflict be called off, the ones suffering are no longer the enemy but mere people. These are people who may or may not have had anything to do with the brutality against the Irish states, and it is time to lay down arms and remember the humanitarian causes in order to save both sides of this conflict. Continuing this war will only breed more hate and more suffering and more anger. The Empire of Valinon is willing to send peacekeeping forces to British Imperialism in order to ensure that the war will be over. We shall also continue to provide aid to the British and Irish nations. Also we shall preside over a conference to bring an end to this conflict. Let us throw down the instruments of war and remember are humanity.

Sincerely,
Count Viktor Leopold
First Minister for His Majesty's Foreign Affairs

We are pleased to announce that the remainder of coherent BI forces in Ireland have been surrounded and destroyed. At this, all Republican units in Ireland, except for the militia and one battalion of arty, will sail for BI.

this includes 4 divisions of tanks
1 battalion of arty.
and the remainder of the regular army of the EIDF
Casualties 2 tanks, 346 troops

Back in BI, the Blue Rogues have begun to wreak havoc. Two BI generals have been assassinated.

The Republican 12th Corp has been sent to BI.

The 9th and 10th Corps, operating out of recently captured London, have begun to search for civilians. Any who are found are treated well, and then sent to one of two Sub-Urbs in the Republic. Also, part of 9th Corp reached a port city. Several ships were found there, and all were sent back to the Republic when they were captured. Those with food, meds, etc will be sent to the BI citizen Sub-Urbs. After the war ends, they will become part of the Militairy Shipping Fleet.

The Empire of Valinon beseeches all sides stop this conflict. The Irish people have endured enough already and now the British people are being forced to endure even more. The government of the British Imperialism has apparently fled the country, its military is in full retreat, and many of her cities and ports lie in complete ruins. His Majesty requests that this conflict be called off, the ones suffering are no longer the enemy but mere people. These are people who may or may not have had anything to do with the brutality against the Irish states, and it is time to lay down arms and remember the humanitarian causes in order to save both sides of this conflict. Continuing this war will only breed more hate and more suffering and more anger. The Empire of Valinon is willing to send peacekeeping forces to British Imperialism in order to ensure that the war will be over. We shall also continue to provide aid to the British and Irish nations. Also we shall preside over a conference to bring an end to this conflict. Let us throw down the instruments of war and remember are humanity.

Sincerely,
Count Viktor Leopold
First Minister for His Majesty's Foreign Affairs





Duh. That's why we're evacuating all BI civilians we can find until the war ends. And after the war ends, every Army Engineer Unit will be sent back with the civilians to help them rebuild. As a UN nation, we will keep a token peacekeeping force there until things have stabilized.
Oh, and by the way, we are now excepting surrender from any and all BI troops. We also offer $30 million for Lord Stewart, $15 million if he dies when we try to capture him.

Can somebody recap on what's happened so far in this conflict please? Not that I dont know, but for other people just joining us, it's useful and also puts things in perspective...so it does

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Valinon jet coptors and transports have been working around the clock to evacuate civilians from the hotzones in the war. In one of the Irish refuge camps, the harried looking Sardaukar Commander surveys the situation.
"Have we managed to gain more coptors from our facility in the Atlantic?"
"They are headed this way, Commander."
"Good, also, alert Lady Rolt. We will need more supplies of food and medicine as well as additional medical personnel."
"Yes, sir."
"Also I want to know what we should do about British troops if they surrender to us."
"Yes, Commander."
***
Broadcasted to all members of the Irish Coalition Forces.
"The Empire of Valinon wishes to know how we would be treated if we accepted surrendering British forces. Our current protoccols are to detain British forces until further instructions and the position of the pro-Irish forces. Currently we have only received scattered forces and battered squadrons, most of them heavily wounded. They are bein treated by our medical personnel. All British forces will not be transported to the Irish states, they shall remain at our camps in Britian. Commander Kerlon of His Majesty's Sarduakar and current administrator of the Valinon humanitarian efforts would like a response based on the position of the pro-Irish nations."

ARGH!!! I though the war ended!!! I think I still have 200,000 troops in the area. We will fight on now.

We will allow you to accept surrendering BI forces, we are doing the same.
We also ask that you evacuate every civilian you can find, BI is up to something, so as soon as all BI civilians are safe, I'm getting outta there: I'm not taking any chances.

We are evacuating all British civilians, but we are unsure about the evacuation of military personnel to Ireland. The Ministry for Foreign Affairs believes this would cause too much tension in Ireland. Currently the hospital ship HMS Saviour is en route to act as a neutral evacuation point. Once it arrives, we shall begin to evacuate British military personnel. Currently though only British civilians are being evacuated.
Also, only four camps in British Imperialism are now operational the others have been completely evacuated. The current total of camps in Ireland has risen from six to nine. New humanitarian supplies are being shipped to this region.

Can somebody recap on what's happened so far in this conflict please? Not that I dont know, but for other people just joining us, it's useful and also puts things in perspective...so it does

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Well here is a very basic recap.

BI invades 32 county Ireland, attempting mass genocide of the Irish.
Several countries run by Irish people defend 32 county.
BI use bio warfare: flesh eating virus.
In responce, most countries send in medical personal:I launch 601 ICCMs, 100 of which loaded with napalm.
invasion of BI
official report: entire infastructure of BI eliminated;all cities, bases ,ports=rubble
Some countries begin to evacuate BI civilians, because BI government has fled to a tropical beach to continue the war.

And here we are

[quote="Valinon"]We are evacuating all British civilians, but we are unsure about the evacuation of military personnel to Ireland.


Just bring them into your own country until the war ends. That's what I'm doing.

Bonstock will accept refugees.

Valinon is in a different system them Earth, therefore we can't transfer British personnel that easily. Currently we have begun evacuation of British forces to two of our treaty ports.

mercenaries inc supports the british in this war against ireland this is becuse 60% of my nations mercenaries are british if britian wishes i will send the the following mercenaries
ex parachute regiment mercenaries ( they hate them becuse of bloody sunday)
ex sas ( the irish hate them becuse they shoot to kill)
ex members of the ulster defence regiment ( becuse they are all prodys from norther ireland)
long live ulster long live britian
no surrender to the ira

How does 15 Billion for your services sound? I should like to have your assitance. Thank you for your offer. And to my loayal fans(i.e. those who wish to destroy me) I DO NOT SURRENDER! We shall fight on. Look for more fun in the days to come.

No actions of the British government shall dissuade Valinon. Our camps shall continue to attend to the wounded, the sick, the dying, and the homeless. Be they soldier or civilian we shall accept them all.

Sincerely,
Count Viktor Leopold
First Minister for His Majesty's Foreign Affairs

*Continued From Above*
*RNV John Bell Hood*

The countermeasures sped off towards the incoming torpedoes as they closed in fast. They moved to within a few metres and detonated. A huge cloud was created by the explosion of these counter measures and made larger by the exploding torpedoes.

The crew of the Hood cheered when they viewed the explosions outside. Then, out of the cloud shrieked one lone torpedo.

"It got through!" yelled the Sonar officer.

"Brace for Impact!" the Captain yelled over the ships intercomm

The torpedo went to right where the sub had been and detonated.

The ship shook violently as the lights went out and many fell from their perches on the railing. The computer panels went black and all screens shut off.

"Main Power out Captain!" the Utilities officer declared sternly. "Backup Generator on!"

As the lights returned, the panels also relit.

"Where is that British sub!?" the Captain yelled out.

"We don't see it anywhere, Sir." the Sonar man said dumbfoundedly.

The Captain switched to his viewing screens. "They are right on top of us! Your damn contraption must be broken! Fire the Tridents!"

Suddenly, thin rods raced out of tubes on top of the submarine. These were the close combat Trident rounds. They were like SABO rounds for a Submarine. Made of depleted Uranium, they are more dense than lead. At the velocity they are travelling and the close proximity to the target, these would cause havoc, as they did.

Nearly 15 of the Tridents riddled the British Sub, Pounding through the Hull and tearing through the bowels of the vessel. Men were blown to pieces as the rod came through the floor beneath them and destroyed everything around them. The destruction was complete and almost impossible to repair in that situation.

"Full speed ahead!" The captain commanded.

The mechanical whir of the twin outboard waterjet engines powering up exhillerated the crew. Then the hideous squeal of tearing metal followed by a resounding BOOM frightened all.

"Engine Two has failed, she got hit pretty bad!" The engineer in the Core cried to those upon the Bridge.

"Keep going!" the Captain yelled hurriedly. "We can't have the carcass of that ship fall on us!"

The Hood strained Engine One to full capacity. It complained under the load but barely got the sub out of the way as the wrecked British vessel plummeted to the ocean floor.

"One of the Subs got away, sir!" said the Comm officer nervously, "We think this may have been the column that intelligence indicated would have dealt some sort of hideous death to those who opposed the Queen. The Hill and the Moseby are in hot pursuit. We should have them come nightfall. This may indeed disrupt the plans of the Brits."

"Captain, the Oxygen tanks have been ruptured, they are leaking fast!" the pesky engineer reminded them all.

"Fine, we cannot pursue. Alert the Luftwaffe, we will need cover. Surface the boat!" the Captain sighed dejectedly.

Engine One began to rev to do a proper surface, yet it then blew as well.

"Damn, we are stranded here." the Captain cursed, "Send out an SOS, the rest of the Armada shouldn't be far behind."

OOC: An update of British Imperialisms civilians:

Approx. 250 Million Killed(War, famine, disease, Raptors,etc)

Approx 450 million flee as refugees(hudled masses trying to avoid bombs and raptors as well as blood thirsty soldiers)

Remaining millions are unaccounted for.......??????????????

Major cities are all in rubble.

No ports remain intact

No military bases remain intact

Outbreaks of Cholera, Thyphoid, Influenza, and multiple other dieases are plaguing the refugee population. Most sources of clean water have been contaminated. Crops and other food stores have been destroyed as well as all utilities. Zones of radiation exist near the remains of BI's nuclear power plants. Not a fun place to be right now.

And for those that have not taken the hint yet, you do not see enough destoyed equipment or dead military personell to make you believ that you have encountered more then a small fraction of what I actually have.
So there are not many military personell to deal with currently.

Valinon teams have begun to search the rubble, we are looking for more people to remove to safety. All Valinon personnel and vehicles are marked with the flag of Valinon (Wales) and the Red Cross Emblem. They are neutral, non-agressors to either side in this conflict. Currently four evacuation camps are operating in British Imperialism. What wounded British forces have been found are being evacuated to the hospital ship HMS Saviour. Thye shall be attended to and dealth with according to the protoccols of this conflict, but for now they are under the protection of Valinon as a neutral party to this conflict.

Sincerely,
Count Viktor Leopold
First Minister for His Majesty's Foreign Affairs

A Report on the evacuation of BI civilians.

So far, 4 million civilians have been rescued, and curently recover from their ordeal in a Sub-Urb. The Urb is well suplied, clean, and has enough space for 6 million comfortably. The second Urb set aside for BI refugees is still empty, but at the rate we are going will soon also be full.

On another note, in their campaign to cripple the BI command structure, the Blue Rogues have located and killed another BI general in hiding, bringing their total kill count to three generals.

Another report.

BI soldiers have begun to trickle back into London, surrendering themselves to the Republican forces stationed there. Most are in pretty bad shape, but are being treated well. They will be sent to a prison base in the Republic, but will not be harmed. So far 187 have surrendered.

Valinon has extradited 6 million British citzens, all of these have been taken to refugee camps in the Irish states. Some 200 military personnel have been taken to the HMS Saviour currently anchored safely away from the British and Irish mainlands. In our four refugee camps in Britain there are currently 100 million souls. 200 million others are estimated to be living outside of the camps proper. The four remaining camps are filled to capacity. Currently, there is a plan to reestablish two more camps in British Imperialism to handle the overflow.

Sir RedHand O'Neill III, High King - Free Republic of Northern Irish Freedom, stands on the deck of the RMS Defiant, an Intrepid Class aircraft carrier, smoking his usual cigarette and looking out onto a North Irish Sea rough with rage. The sights, sounds, and smells of the carrier go on without need of his direct command; the military is a machine unto itself.

The deck shutters with the enormous power of one of three steam catapults launching yet another F-14 Tomcat into the sky and onto mission. O'Neill watches the bird sag in the air for a moment before blue-orange afterburners provide the adequate thrust to hurl the camouflaged aircraft into actual flight. Wheels up, wings extend, and yet another tool of war goes out with two FRoNIF sons sitting atop $40,000,000 in tax money.

Watching the F-14 close in on its objective only 2 miles away, countless warships and helicopters surround a certain section of the sea, beneath which lie over 4,000 Republic Naval personnel. The sound of billions of blood-earned dollars hard at work, struggling in all their righteous might attempting to save a few precious of their own from a cold black watery grave. A lone figure races across the deck to tap the nation's leader on the shoulder. His attention drawn from the area of his eminent arrival, he turns to look the 18 year old in the eye. Unwavering in dedication and courage, he admired the kid's determination, hoping someday yet still to have a son like that of his own.

"Sir, your ride is here." A smile crossed the King's face, the helicopter landing in the designated area on the over-crowded flight deck. It was not the helicopter that made him smile; the message so heavy with meaning was offered in youthful simplicity. "Out of the mouths of babes..." he uttered to himself and followed the lad to the helicopter, cigarette blown out of his mouth by downdraft of deafening precision. Climbing into the aircraft O'Neill strapped himself in and prepared for takeoff, briefing started before the last buckle was fastened. Captain Patrick Brigid, apparently named after the two most famous blessed Saints in all of Ireland, spoke over the radio and the Free Republic of Northern Irish Freedom's leader listened in cool calculation.

"Sir, the Freedom went down with all hands, suffering a direct hit from a tactical ICBM launched somewhere from within British territory. Reports indicate she sank in under 15 minutes, her bow split in half from keel to flight deck. From what we can tell, the reported banging of survivors from eighth a mile down are merely trapped airpockets bursting in the forward and aft sections of the ship from deep within her hull..." RedHand listened as the briefing continued, the Captain offering the facts O'Neill had been hearing for over 24 hours. This was another infamous "logical" military conclusion: the RMS Freedom had gone down with all souls on board. Any hope of survivors should be checked, and further activity in the area was inherently dangerous to all other military presence. Especially with the King himself supervising the activities.

"Carry on, Captain." O'Neill interrupted the briefing, issuing the order for liftoff. The ten men on board heard the command and all started praying. The FRoNIF Spec Ops - Deep Sea Rescue Team had been training for just such an operation for years, hoping and praying their training would never be called upon. This was the answer to their prayers: British genocide.

As the SeaHawk helicopter lifted off, the roaring of twin jet engines was all that could be heard above unintelligible coded Naval and Marine radio frequencies. As they neared the center of the circle of numerous destroyers, battleships, and cruisers the radio came alive with orders for the divers, the helicopter hovering mere feet above the pounding waves. With all ten men safely in the water, they began the mission that would meet with nothing but desperation and anguish. Among the 4,000+ crew of the RMS Freedom, the ship would claim 4 more lives, terrified men in their twenties and thirties meeting their maker in one tragedy after another. Two lost when an airpocket burst and sent flailing divers against cold steel. Backs broken and airtanks gone, the men drowned in a mix of blood and saltwater. One lost in similar circumstances to a collapsing bulkhead, another due to improper air mixture poisoning.

The remaining men climbed into the SeaHawk as she touched down on a torrent of vengeful waves. The sea had claimed another 4 lives and was determined to take 8 more. With all men aboard the engines sped up and lifted the metal beast back aloft when the sound of various alarms and sight of flashing gauges filled the vessel.

"Bogeys inbound, brace yourselves!" the Captain screamed over the radio. All manner of loud disarray followed, every other ship and aircraft in the area coming to the same conclusion in the same exact instant. Just as the helicopter righted itself to head for home, the cruisers and battleships filled the sky with anti-aircraft fire and screaming madness. The SeaHawk neared RMS Defiant on final approach when a brilliant flash of light seared all eyes in the helicopter and the flight deck exploded in hellish display. The helio spun out of control and into the path of an incoming FRoNIF fighter, the aerial collision crippling both aircraft and sending them plunging into the icy North Irish Sea...

Revised Capitalism suggests it referee the War Reparations. Let us begin by requesting $120 million to RC to account for 6 lost devisons of EMBs.

We also note that BI can pay approx 1.4 trillion dollars/month in reps.

Update on situation in British Imperialism
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Troops of the First Wehrmacht have captured 75,000 soldiers, and civil administrators, and beligerant civilians of British Imperialism. They will be shipped back to the Reich.

Troops of the Airborne assault at Dover have captrued 3,000 enemy troops or what are believed to be enemy troops. All are being shiped back to the Reich.

The area has been secured and all necessary has been taken. We are taking with us enough items and other things from this country to sufficiently serve as reparations. All Reich troops on the ground are leaving British Imperialism and Sailing for home.

His Royal Highness,
Will Thompson II

The drivers of the evacuation cars brought the castle personnel
to the docks as ordered. There was total kaos there, they could
see the poor people of MacCool boarding ship after ship, they were running carrying everything they could. The screams and crying
were terrible. The docks were filled with bags and papers
droped by the evacuees. There was a photographer taking
a few picturesof the docks and the people boarding the ships.
"This is true suffering" the photographer said. As he picked up his bags and walked to the boarding docks...............

Trevor, looked at the people faces. The fear was so unbelieveable. He just could not fathom that this was happening here in his
country. There were three other drivers besided himself present. They were all helping load the boats.

The bell rang from the ship, it was about to leave port. Trevor looked around for the other drivers, and could not see them. He called out
to his cousin, "Ted." Then from the ship he heard a voice, "Trev, come on get on board. Run, run!" Trevor looked up and he saw his cousin waving at him to come on to the ship. "No, there are others to get from castle!" Trevor turned to point to the castle, he saw the smoke coming closer.
He knew it was carrying the virus. He knew that if he stayed he would die this day. He felt he should try one more run to the castle, he was a good driver he could make it there before the smoke.

The bell rang again, he knew it only rang 3 times before they removed the plank out. His feet started to move, he could not stop them. He
was drawn to his destiny..............

As the ship pulled out of the harbor, Trevor noticed the smoke moving on to castle. His cousin patted him on the shoulder. "You made the right choice, Trev"

In the South Atlantic the Battle group "Retribution" sits. Communications go out to 6 submarine battle groups, All groups focus attention on satellite images of all shps currently around the nation of british Imperialism and the 32 County Irish Republic. The order is sent out to prepre for the end. They will fight and die for their nation.


3 Battleships

6 Missile Crusiers

24 Destroyers

12 Frigates

30 Submarines

3 Aircraft Carriers

Many salvo's of Cruise missiles and other long range anti ship missiles are fired upon the targets. Destroyers provide defensive support as do lauched aircraft. There is no hiding now. They steam forward to engage the enemy once and for all.

God Save The Queen!

The HMS Saviour sees the incoming British armada.
"Captain, incoming British warships!"
"Hoist the Red Cross flag and begin transmitting the ID codes."
"Yes, sir!"
A large flag bearing the Red Cross emblem is hoisted over the hospital ships superstructure meanwhile, a transmission goes out.
****
Hailing Signal from the HMS Savior

This is the HMS Saviour, we are a neutral ship providing humanitarian aid to British citizens and military personnel. We are unarmed and have only patients and medical personnel on board.
Repeat, this is an unarmed, humantarian hospital ship carrying medical personnel and patients from British Imperialism to incoming British warships.

The HMS Saviour sees the incoming British armada.
"Captain, incoming British warships!"
"Hoist the Red Cross flag and begin transmitting the ID codes."
"Yes, sir!"
A large flag bearing the Red Cross emblem is hoisted over the hospital ships superstructure meanwhile, a transmission goes out.
****
Hailing Signal from the HMS Savior

This is the HMS Saviour, we are a neutral ship providing humanitarian aid to British citizens and military personnel. We are unarmed and have only patients and medical personnel on board.
Repeat, this is an unarmed, humantarian hospital ship carrying medical personnel and patients from British Imperialism to incoming British warships.

HMS Savior, this is the HMS Cromwell. We suggest you move out of the area ASAP. We cannot predict what atrocities will be commited by our opponents. Thank you for your treatment of our citizens. You may go about your business. God speed!

Meanwhile in the Northern Atlantic a similar group heads south. Targeting the capital of Eire Shamrock , Bohola, and Northern Irish Freedom . They shall pay for their actions against us. Bohola and Northern Irish Freedom shall suffer for their parts in this war and Eire Shamrock we have not forgotten his deeds of previous days. May you all burn in hades!

Forward to victory!

OOC: All missiles fired upon Bohola and Northern Irish Freedom are conventional high explosives, napalm, anti armor, and anti personel. Eire Shamrock is being targeted with the same as well as all livestock areas are targeted with Anthrax, and Mad cow. While population centers are targeted with an enhanced bubonic plague. His water sources are targeted with nerve agents. Enjoy :lol:

Despite the officially neutral Freeland of Bodies Without organs being paralysed by a general strike - called by paramilitary elements demanding a declaration of war against British Imperialism - three ships are eventually prepared and depart for the high seas:

1.) Deep sea survey ship BSV Jack London, which rendezvouses with the disease stricken broadcasting ship BSV Caitlin Costello, where a decontamination and sterilisation team begins to assess recovery of the ghost ship. The BSV Jack London then departs for the oil fields north of British Imperialism where it will maintain its surveying duties until given the call to return to the BSV Caitlin Costello.

2.) The dredger BSV Tweedledum departs to the location where two ships operated by the BWO International brigade scuttled themselves in a futile attempt to limit access to and egress from one of the British Imperialist ports. Here nautical engineers will demolish the sunken craft BSV Pride Of Slemish Mountain and BSV New Strangford. Having accomplished that it will assess the situation regarding the hospital ship BSV Memory Of Lagan Valley, currently located outside New Liverpool.

3.) The yacht Glen Carrig, recently purchased from civilian ownership by the Civil Defense Committee, departs on an extended mission bearing investigators into human rights abuses. It is destined first for British Imperialist territory and thence to several of the pan-Irish countries embroiled in the current international incident. En route to its first port of call it stops to pick up a battered liferaft containing the exhausted and abused bodies of several members of the BWO International Brigade. The survivors are taken aboard and interviewed by the captain and the head of the human rights commission. Shortly thereafter the yacht Glen Carrig turns through 180' and returns at full speed to BWO. Its human rights investigations can wait in light of the extraordinary reports they have received.

Blast it! What are they doing? How can we hope to stop that many missiles?

Sir according to the tracking we aren't the targets this time. They are heading for Eire Shamrock , Bohola, and Northern Irish Freedom !

Scramble all fighters I want those missiles stopped. Send word to the DeValera I want them to go after the Brit armada. Launch the Dreadnaught Hope of Danu as well. They will be stopped. Send word to my wife and Queen Red, if we don't stop them even more of our Region shall suffer.



OOC: DeValera task force consists of:
CVG DeValera aircraft carrier
DSS Eire Cruiser
DSS Boru Missile Cruiser
DSS Collins Cruiser
DSS Connelly Destroyer
DSS Dublin Frigate
DSS Pearce Frigate
DSS Tone Destroyer
DSS Wolfe Destroyer
DSS Kelly Destroyer
DSS Patrick nuclear submarine
DSS Columbia nuclear submarine
DSS Mayo Destroyer
DSS Cork Destroyer
DSS Lugh Missile Cruiser
DSS Brigid Missile Cruiser
Dreadnaught Hope of Danu
Lets Rock!

Miles beneath New Ballina, Princess Maire sat in her bunker surrounded by her top aids. Reports of casulties were flowing in; she could barely keep track of them all.
Mi'lady, It appears that BI is now attacking Northern Irish Freedom, Bohola and Eire Shamrock. What shall we do?'
"Get my husband on the line. I'm doing my best to save lives not destroy them. "
"And our remaining fleet?"
"On guard off the coast. Defense only. When this goes before the world court I will not be implicated in crimes against humanity."
"Very good, Your Highness."
"Oh, Conlon, one more thing. have we gotten any word from Queen Elizabeth II? I want to know her position on BI's actions."
'I'm on it, Mi'lady."
"Thank You."

The smoke was slowly entering the castle. They had on there masks and were preparing to go into a hidden bunker. Her Majesty was still out cold from her fall down the stairs. O'Donald had picked up the Queen and began to carry her into the ballroom.

When they entered the room, the could hear the castle doors open. The foot steps where coming closer, almost running.

O'Donald turned to see who it was, when suddenly he saw a face covered by a gas mask. The man took the Queen out of his arms and went to the wall with the giant mirror.

O'Donald opened the hidden passage way, and grabbed the guard by the shoulder. The door closed, and they stood in the darkness. Not sure who this person was, O'Donald felt around in the dark for the opening to the underground chamber.

He found it finally and lifted the door. The guard was the first to enter, and then the stranger carrying the Queen. O'Donald came last and made sure the door was sealed thoughly.

The guard lite one of the lights on the wall with his cigarette lighter.

The stranger loosened his grip on the Queen so he could removed his masked to speak. "What happened to her?"

"She feel down the stairs." the guard answered.

The stranger walked down the corrider to another opening. He motioned to them to follow. O'Donald took his lighter and looked around for another light. As he lite it, and saw the stranger place the Queen on the cot.

The stranger was also carring a large bag. He dropped it to the ground and opened it. He pulled out an emergency kit, and cracked the amonia wand.

He placed it under the Queens nose, and as she breathed in the strong amonia she started to come to.

She looked around and tried to figure out where they were. It was hard to see inside the mask. She reached up to the stranger and put her arm around him. He helped her sit up, and knelt down in front of her.

As she became more aware what was happening. She removed her mask.
"We shall not need them down here. Those steel doors won't leave any way for the smoke to enter" She looked at the stranger as he began to remove his mask as well..

"Oh, Mac" she said.............

The yacht Glen Carrig returns to Bodies Without Organs having recovered survivors from the BSV Alexander Berkman - lost at sea while travelling with the BWO International Brigade.

The tale they tell is yet another story of savagery and inhumanity. Their vessel, a passenger ferry roughly and quickly converted into a barracks ship, was fired on and holed beneath the hull by a warship flying Irish colours. Fire was returned - but the recently installed anti-aircraft guns proved wholly ineffective against the approaching vessel. Attempts to call for aid were cut short when the radio room was hit by another shell. Realising the desperate situation the captain gave the command to abandon ship and the white flag was run up. Lifeboats were lowered and evacuation from the now floundering vessel began. At the sight of the sign of surrender incoming fire ceased and the warship came closer, launching its own small vessels.

Several lifeboats did manage to make good their escape while the majority of survivors were taken onboard the attacking vessel and confined to the brig. Drunken Irishmen, presumably intoxicated after celebrating their kill, entered the confinement area and began a series of savage and sustained beatings to the prisoners. Several did not survive- being were left to bleed to death from their wounds as their fellow captives were prevented from giving them aid. Following this horror the survivors were cast adrift in one of the open topped lifeboats of the BSV Alexander Berkman. Emergency supply lockers had been broken into and emptied. Only minuscule amounts of stagnant water and mouldy food were provided to the broken members of the International Brigade as the attacking vessel left them to die. They survived, despite the injuries sustained in their beatings, and were lucky to be picked up by the yacht Glen Carrig.


***

Delegate Harrison reads the report of the recently returned members of the International Brigade. Such are the horrors of war, he thinks to himself. Those fools, ready to drag the nation into a conflict which shows no sign of ceasing its constant escalation. He put down the report and lifted the phone:

"Taggart, this is Delegate Harrison - I'm sure you have seen the way the wind is starting to blow?"

"..."

"Now, wait a moment and listen to what I have to say. You demanded that we enter the war on the basis of the gassing of a group of young men and women by British Imperialism. I have your letter here - claiming that you had managed to identify 32 of those gassed as members of your International Brigade. Well, it seems like you were either mistaken or trying to force the Body of Delegates' hand, no? We've run our own analysis of those films of people being gassed, and we've interviewed close associates and relations of those lost on the BSV Alexander Berkman, and we've asked you to show the results of your own analysis. You have held back from granting us any more information, and we have drawn a complete blank - no confirmed identification of the gas victims. Yes, there were two cases where family members said that certain individuals _could_ be their loved ones, but no one will state that for sure. It looks like we, or you, have been mistaken."

"..."

"And now we actually have managed to recover your lost little soldier boys and girls - you have seen their story. Do you still want us to issue that declaration of war. Our internme... Protective Custody Foundations are mostly empty now are they not? We will house them there under observation for any signs of exposure to biochemical weaponry. You will have free access to communicate with your little war heroes, but no physical contact - there is a lot of nasty stuff floating about out there, and the last thing we want is to get this place infected."

"..."

"It looks like we are surrounded on all sides by trigger happy nations who care nothing for the lives of human beings. Your single reason for demanding war on British Imperialism wasn't a great humanitarian feeling for Pan-Irish peoples - don't give me that. It was a demand for vengeance, and now it seems like you got the wrong end of the stick."

"..."

"I want you to, firstly, call off the general strike. I imagine it'll whither away now that this incident and the true story has become public. Secondly, retract your petty threats of terrorist activity against the Body of Delegates and, thirdly take back that threat about calling for international intervention if your nailbombs and semtex didn't do the job and shift our position. I, m not going to ask you just back down. Listen, I don't trust you as far as I could throw you, and I know you have the same feelings about me, so this is what we will do, we will maintain our neutral position. You will call off the mobilisation of the International Brigade - nobody wants your hoods or their green followers anywhere near their armed forces for fear that they'll just blow themselves up by mistake. Returning members will be put through the Civil Defence training program, and remain part of our official forces. Then they might know what the hell they are doing and not go off tilting at windmills. I'll give you this - you did a good job rounding up 3500 volunteers. How would you like a temporary position as a recruitment consultant for the Civil Defence?"

"..."

"10,000 Organons a month in crisp unmarked notes?"

"..."

"Now, I have only a few days left as chair of the Body of Delegates, and I'm not going to be described by history as the fool that lead the nation into destruction. Once you call off the general strike we will get the shipyards and factories up and running again on overtime, and we shall see what we can do to protect this little country."

"..."

"Oh yes, I can assure you that appropriate action with respect to the nation responsible is already underway. They know who they are."

Why are people even indulging British Imperialism's sick homo-erotic role playing fantasies? He clearly is an impudent swine who has no real power in this game or life, and is committed to vile rassenveraat (racial treason) against his Irish cousins. We smacked your lot aside the head many times before, and shall continue to do so.

These boasts are as true as the Iraqi Information Ministers. I just hope people would stop giving in to this lunatic fringe and just give lil' British imperialism the spank on the arse the wee man deserves instead of acquiescing to his bizarre, twisted worldview.

Eire Shamrock


Meanwhile in the Northern Atlantic a similar group heads south. Targeting the capital of Eire Shamrock , Bohola, and Northern Irish Freedom . They shall pay for their actions against us. Bohola and Northern Irish Freedom shall suffer for their parts in this war and Eire Shamrock we have not forgotten his deeds of previous days. May you all burn in hades!

Forward to victory!

OOC: All missiles fired upon Bohola and Northern Irish Freedom are conventional high explosives, napalm, anti armor, and anti personel. Eire Shamrock is being targeted with the same as well as all livestock areas are targeted with Anthrax, and Mad cow. While population centers are targeted with an enhanced bubonic plague. His water sources are targeted with nerve agents. Enjoy :lol:

From the introduction of "Modern War: A Survivor's Guide", rushed off the BWO presses and distributed to every household in the country:

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"Nuclear and biochemical weapons have added new and deadly perils to modern war - RADIOACTIVE FALL-OUT and BIOCHEMICAL INFECTION. They can affect every home and farm in the country. They cannot be seen or immediately felt, but we have instruments to tell us when they are about.

In a modern war, thousands of our people could die from the effects of radioactive fall-out or biochemical infection and thousands more could become seriously ill, if they did not know how to protect themselves. Protection is not too difficult for the householder to provide for themselves and their family. This booklet tells you how it can be done.

Radioactive fall-out and biochemical infection, being airborne, show no preference for city, town or countryside. They can menace all alike. The farmer, therefore has to think of the hazard not only to their own self, but also to their livestock and crops. Guidance on how to deal with these special problems is included.

These weapons are unique in that they can affect any part of the country no matter how remote, even if we are not otherwise affected by war. But we cannot assume that nuclear or biochemical weapons will not, in a future war, be exploded on our country either accidently or deliberately. Some account is given of the direct affects of a nuclear explosion. In spite of the appalling destruction and lose of life which such a catastrophe could cause, it would still be possible fo people to do a lot for their own safety and survival.

I would urge you to read this booklet carefully. It could be the means of saving your life and the lives of your loved ones. If you are a farmer, it could also help you to protect your livelihood - and the nation's food supply. You will see that there are some things you could do to help yourself and your family to survive in a nuclear or biochemical war.

The risk of nuclear or biochemical war, which has caused the Body of Delegates to issue this booklet especially for house-holders, may remain for many years. So keep the booklet carefully. Hang it, or place it, where you can easily find it in an emergency - it could mean the difference between life and death for you and your family.

Delegate Jean Harrison
Chair Body of Delegates
Fear is our enemy: freedom is our friend."

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OOC: based on "Cosaint Shibialta Bas Beatha" published by the ROI. I don't have a copy of "Protect And Survive", the UK equivalent, readily at hand, but our Civil Defence experts will have studied it closely in preparation of their document.

Why are people even indulging British Imperialism's sick homo-erotic role playing fantasies? He clearly is an impudent swine who has no real power in this game or life, and is committed to vile rassenveraat (racial treason) against his Irish cousins. We smacked your lot aside the head many times before, and shall continue to do so.

These boasts are as true as the Iraqi Information Ministers. I just hope people would stop giving in to this lunatic fringe and just give lil' British imperialism the spank on the arse the wee man deserves instead of acquiescing to his bizarre, twisted worldview.

Eire Shamrock


Meanwhile in the Northern Atlantic a similar group heads south. Targeting the capital of Eire Shamrock , Bohola, and Northern Irish Freedom . They shall pay for their actions against us. Bohola and Northern Irish Freedom shall suffer for their parts in this war and Eire Shamrock we have not forgotten his deeds of previous days. May you all burn in hades!

Forward to victory!

OOC: All missiles fired upon Bohola and Northern Irish Freedom are conventional high explosives, napalm, anti armor, and anti personel. Eire Shamrock is being targeted with the same as well as all livestock areas are targeted with Anthrax, and Mad cow. While population centers are targeted with an enhanced bubonic plague. His water sources are targeted with nerve agents. Enjoy :lol:


OOC:Guess he does not want to play. Can' t handle a bit of real Roleplaying I guess. Some of his comments were quite unnessesary and rather rude. And it certainly seems that though I am an evil bastard at least some people are enjoying this, from the amount of attention it has received. Ah well just spouting at the mouth and insulting but making no pretense at defense of his nation or people as well as not ignoring me how does that leave my assault on his nation? Anyone know?

?? huh ? you make no sense, there is nothing to respond to, you are a sick race traitor of the highest order. You condemn your own race by writing such garbage, ethnic cleansing of fellow white europeans? Disgusting, you did enough of a number on yourself without me having to write a thing.

As for your "role playing" it is beyond that when you advocate the destruction of white europe. Sick sick wee man.

ES

Why are people even indulging British Imperialism's sick homo-erotic role playing fantasies? He clearly is an impudent swine who has no real power in this game or life, and is committed to vile rassenveraat (racial treason) against his Irish cousins. We smacked your lot aside the head many times before, and shall continue to do so.

These boasts are as true as the Iraqi Information Ministers. I just hope people would stop giving in to this lunatic fringe and just give lil' British imperialism the spank on the arse the wee man deserves instead of acquiescing to his bizarre, twisted worldview.

Eire Shamrock


Meanwhile in the Northern Atlantic a similar group heads south. Targeting the capital of Eire Shamrock , Bohola, and Northern Irish Freedom . They shall pay for their actions against us. Bohola and Northern Irish Freedom shall suffer for their parts in this war and Eire Shamrock we have not forgotten his deeds of previous days. May you all burn in hades!

Forward to victory!

OOC: All missiles fired upon Bohola and Northern Irish Freedom are conventional high explosives, napalm, anti armor, and anti personel. Eire Shamrock is being targeted with the same as well as all livestock areas are targeted with Anthrax, and Mad cow. While population centers are targeted with an enhanced bubonic plague. His water sources are targeted with nerve agents. Enjoy :lol:


OOC:Guess he does not want to play. Can' t handle a bit of real Roleplaying I guess. Some of his comments were quite unnessesary and rather rude. And it certainly seems that though I am an evil bastard at least some people are enjoying this, from the amount of attention it has received. Ah well just spouting at the mouth and insulting but making no pretense at defense of his nation or people as well as not ignoring me how does that leave my assault on his nation? Anyone know?

?? huh ? you make no sense, there is nothing to respond to, you are a sick race traitor of the highest order. You condemn your own race by writing such garbage, ethnic cleansing of fellow white europeans? Disgusting, you did enough of a number on yourself without me having to write a thing.

As for your "role playing" it is beyond that when you advocate the destruction of white europe. Sick sick wee man.

ES

Why are people even indulging British Imperialism's sick homo-erotic role playing fantasies? He clearly is an impudent swine who has no real power in this game or life, and is committed to vile rassenveraat (racial treason) against his Irish cousins. We smacked your lot aside the head many times before, and shall continue to do so.

These boasts are as true as the Iraqi Information Ministers. I just hope people would stop giving in to this lunatic fringe and just give lil' British imperialism the spank on the arse the wee man deserves instead of acquiescing to his bizarre, twisted worldview.

Eire Shamrock


Meanwhile in the Northern Atlantic a similar group heads south. Targeting the capital of Eire Shamrock , Bohola, and Northern Irish Freedom . They shall pay for their actions against us. Bohola and Northern Irish Freedom shall suffer for their parts in this war and Eire Shamrock we have not forgotten his deeds of previous days. May you all burn in hades!

Forward to victory!

OOC: All missiles fired upon Bohola and Northern Irish Freedom are conventional high explosives, napalm, anti armor, and anti personel. Eire Shamrock is being targeted with the same as well as all livestock areas are targeted with Anthrax, and Mad cow. While population centers are targeted with an enhanced bubonic plague. His water sources are targeted with nerve agents. Enjoy :lol:


OOC:Guess he does not want to play. Can' t handle a bit of real Roleplaying I guess. Some of his comments were quite unnessesary and rather rude. And it certainly seems that though I am an evil bastard at least some people are enjoying this, from the amount of attention it has received. Ah well just spouting at the mouth and insulting but making no pretense at defense of his nation or people as well as not ignoring me how does that leave my assault on his nation? Anyone know?

WTF? :shock:

EDIT on my last post:
"What does Queen Victoria have to say about the situation? Is she aware of BI's actions and if so, what is her position?"


OOC: Can we keep the flame war out of this? Do it on the regional, boys. :wink:

I have telegrammed Southern Addiscombe our ally in Great britain to see what he has to say about British Imperialism. If he condones British Imperialism's deviant behavior then our alliance with GB is cancelled of course.

British Imperialism is one sick pup judging by his ethnic cleansing stance, and if he is not booted by GB then we will have no choice than to cancel our alliance with them.

ES

EDIT on my last post:
"What does Queen Victoria have to say about the situation? Is she aware of BI's actions and if so, what is her position?"


OOC: Can we keep the flame war out of this? Do it on the regional, boys. :wink:

I have telegrammed Southern Addiscombe our ally in Great britain to see what he has to say about British Imperialism. If he condones British Imperialism's deviant behavior then our alliance with GB is cancelled of course.

British Imperialism is one sick pup judging by his ethnic cleansing stance, and if he is not booted by GB then we will have no choice than to cancel our alliance with them.

ES

EDIT on my last post:
"What does Queen Victoria have to say about the situation? Is she aware of BI's actions and if so, what is her position?"


OOC: Can we keep the flame war out of this? Do it on the regional, boys. :wink:

OOC: This is Roleplaying. We do this IN-character. Like Psychik said keep it on the Regional or TM if you wanna but keep it out of here. :roll:

IC: Admiral this is MacDougal recall the DeValeara task force. We need to keep them close to home in order to strengthen our defense. We can nae afford to send them out and leave ourselves vulnerable. Hook up with the remnants of the 2nd and 5th fleets and guard our borders. MacDougal out.

OOC;Statement from Queen Victoria will be released tomorrow. For now on witht he show.


IC:
"Commander we seem to be gettting some sort of message out of Eire Shamrock. It does not appear to make any sense but it does show that they still have transmission capabilities."

"Lock a cruise missile onto that location and destroy it. That damn noise is giving me a headache."

"Aye sir Missile away."

"Lets hope that works. Contact the fleet and have CENTCOM choose the next round of targets."

"Aye Sir"

"CENTCOMS's order's Sir. We are to focus on Eire Shamrock Sir. Level all cities and military bases. Same as was done to us."

"All units fire at specified targets."
:lol:

IC:

In British Imperialisms HQ
"Commander, Eire Shamrock's tanks are outside!"

British Imperialism
"Oh dear I knew he would crush our puny armies!"

BANG! -- British Imperialism shoots himself and Eire Shamrock takes over all of his land. The Irish win yet again!

End of RP

OOC;Statement from Queen Victoria will be released tomorrow. For now on witht he show.


IC:
"Commander we seem to be gettting some sort of message out of Eire Shamrock. It does not appear to make any sense but it does show that they still have transmission capabilities."

"Lock a cruise missile onto that location and destroy it. That damn noise is giving me a headache."

"Aye sir Missile away."

"Lets hope that works. Contact the fleet and have CENTCOM choose the next round of targets."

"Aye Sir"

"CENTCOMS's order's Sir. We are to focus on Eire Shamrock Sir. Level all cities and military bases. Same as was done to us."

"All units fire at specified targets."
:lol:

Sir it appears that Eire Shamrock still has a transmitor airing Propaganda to delude it's civilians. Shall we continue firing.

By all means keep it up.

Aye Sir.

"O'Donald do we still have this bunker equiped with supplies?" Queen Red asked as she rubbed her head. "Boy, this hurts!" she looked at O'Donald hopeing that his answer would be the one she wanted.....

"Yes, My lady. What is it you wish for?" O'Donald raised to his feet from the sitting position he had been in. He brushed off his pants and searched his pockets for his lighter.

"Oh, just some water. I can get it!" she tried to raise herself up. But her head hurt so bad, she ended up falling back on the cot.

"Red, you need to remain still. We don't know what your injuries are from the fall yet. I'll get it!" Mac stood up and made sure the Queen was lying down comfortably.

"Where's the water and supplies?" Mac looked at the tired man, he too needed to relax for awhile. The stress of the current situation was really begining to take its toll on him.

"Down the corridor to your right, sir!" O'Donald said.

"Look we may be in here for awhile, and please don't call me sir. Call me Mac, or Billy!" he pulled out a cot that was stacked against the wall. Then set it up for O'Donald. "Here you need to relax" he pointed to O'Donald.

"Wait, here it the lighter, your gonna need it. It's real dark down here!" O'Donald said, as he sat down on the cot.

Mac walked out into the corridor and nodded to the guard. "What's your name?" he said to the guard. "Might as well get to know each other!"
Mac motioned to guard to follow him.

"My name is Kyle" the guard said as he followed Mac down the hall.

"You can call me Mac or Billy!" Mac fumbled around in his pocket and found the lighter. "Let there be light! WOW, they were'nt kidding. This place is really stocked!" Mac stood looking at the cans of food and juggs of water.

"Here you grab this jug, and I will look for the cups." Mac handed Kyle the
jug and began searching for the cups. "Ah, here they are" he grabbed 4 and then they walked back up the hall to area where the others were.

"Here is the water" Mac poured a cup for Red. He kneeled down and then put his hand behind her head and raised her up to drink it.

"Thanks. I really needed that. So, I can call you Billy again, eh?" the queen said with a smile.

Mac lowered her back down. He leaned over and gave her a kiss on the cheek. He whispered into her ear, "I have not heard you call me Billy in along time. That is why I mentioned it."

Her head started to hurt real bad, and she moaned a little.

Mac stood up and looked around for the blankets. He found them on a shelf on the opposite wall. He grabed one and then placed in on the queen.
"How is that?" he said softly to her. He knelt down next to her, and he saw her eyes her closed.

"Red, Red?" she did not respond.

"How hard did she land?" he looked at the guard.

"I saw her already lying at the base of the stairs. I am not sure" Kyle answered as he poured himself a cup of water. "He is out too!" Kyle motioned to O'Donald. The poor guy was exhausted. He fell right to sleep.

Mac pulled out two more cots. He put one next to the doorway, and one next to the queen. He grabbed a blanket and sat on the cot by the queen.

Kyle stretched out on the cot by the door. He closed his eyes, and started to drift away...............

The ghost of British Imperialism is quickly snatched by the ghost of Brian Brian Boru, Boru deposits British Imperialisms ghost in hell, where Oliver Cromwells ghost invites him into bed. British Imperialism is never to be heard from again.

Boru flies back to heaven.

End of RP saga.

Sir it appears that Eire Shamrock still has a transmitor airing Propaganda to delude it's civilians. Shall we continue firing.

By all means keep it up.

Aye Sir.

The ghost of British Imperialism is quickly snatched by the ghost of Brian Brian Boru, Boru deposits British Imperialisms ghost in hell, where Oliver Cromwells ghost invites him into bed. British Imperialism is never to be heard from again.

Boru flies back to heaven.

End of RP saga.

Sir it appears that Eire Shamrock still has a transmitor airing Propaganda to delude it's civilians. Shall we continue firing.

By all means keep it up.

Aye Sir.

OOC:SHUT UP YOUR RUINING THE BEATING!

In the South Atlantic the Battle group "Retribution" sits. Communications go out to 6 submarine battle groups, All groups focus attention on satellite images of all shps currently around the nation of british Imperialism and the 32 County Irish Republic. The order is sent out to prepre for the end. They will fight and die for their nation.


3 Battleships

6 Missile Crusiers

24 Destroyers

12 Frigates

30 Submarines

3 Aircraft Carriers

Many salvo's of Cruise missiles and other long range anti ship missiles are fired upon the targets. Destroyers provide defensive support as do lauched aircraft. There is no hiding now. They steam forward to engage the enemy once and for all.

God Save The Queen!



Near 32 county, Lavallins 2 Carrier Groups Go to high alert, elsewhere a third Carrier Group also Goes to high Alert, 2 separate Surface Groups support each Carrier Battle Group:


CBG 1 Consists of:
2 Carriers which hold 120 planes and support Choppers each (240+)
1 Renovated Battleship bought from USA which carrys Tomahawks
6 Cruisers outfitted with Tomahawks and Harpoons
4 Aegis class Cruisers
12 Destroyers screening theFleet
10 Frigates
6 Submarines in screen


CBG 2 Consists of:
1 Carrier with 120+
1 Renovated Battleship (also bought from Usa) Tomahawks and Harpoons
4 Cruisers Tomahawk and Harpoons
2 aegis Cruisers
8 Destroyers
6 Frigates
4 Submarines


Battle Group 1 (surface)
2 Old WwII Battleships, Better armored but lacking Tomahawks, Has harpoons
8 Cruisers
1 aegis Cruiser
12 Frigates
18 Destroyers
6 Submarines


BattleGroup 2 (surface)
Dreadnought Lavallin which carrys Tomahawks, Harpoons, and has 20 Inch Guns
2 Old Ww II battleships-Harpoons
2 Renonated Battleships Tomahawk and Harpoons
8 Cruisers
12 Destroyers
10 Frigates
12 Submarines


All carriers launch Planes and head out to the targets spotted , all aegis cruisers begin to track inbound missles and prepare to counter fire, all Tomahawks, non-nuclear are fired, the Nuclear tipped are held in reserve for now, Subs spread out and start tracking targets, destroyers and Frigates are screening the fleets.


(ooc: Lavallin can easy support such if any look at Nation we spend an enormous amount of money on defence)

Meanwhile in the Northern Atlantic a similar group heads south. Targeting the capital of Eire Shamrock , Bohola, and Northern Irish Freedom . They shall pay for their actions against us. Bohola and Northern Irish Freedom shall suffer for their parts in this war and Eire Shamrock we have not forgotten his deeds of previous days. May you all burn in hades!

Forward to victory!

OOC: All missiles fired upon Bohola and Northern Irish Freedom are conventional high explosives, napalm, anti armor, and anti personel. Eire Shamrock is being targeted with the same as well as all livestock areas are targeted with Anthrax, and Mad cow. While population centers are targeted with an enhanced bubonic plague. His water sources are targeted with nerve agents. Enjoy :lol:


Up North Lavallin has a Submarine fleet of 20 Submarines and 1 Surface force

Surface force is:

1 Modified Battleship, Tomahawks and Harpoons
3 Cruisers
1 Aegis cruiser
4 Frigates
8 Destroyers
6 Submarines screening.


Tomahawks are launched from Battleship and Cruiser, Aegis cruiser starts Tracking and counterfiring incoming missles, the 20 Submarines move to close in and are targeting all BI Capital ships readying both Torpedoes and Missles for firing


From The Land side, Lavallines Airforce takes to air, it consists of 5,000 planes Some headed to your Northern group, others to your Southern, rest to try to cover Fellow targetted 32 Country

In space Lavallins SDI system goes active and starts lasering enemy missles Lavallins Space Mines long ago placed attach to BI satellites and EXPLODE!!!! BI Loses all its satellites.

FROM SOUTHERN ADDISCOMBE, FOUNDER OF GREAT BRITIAN

To avoid the Irish clogging up both my inbox, and HM Ambassador(s) We feel that you must edit out ( ie erase ) the opening thread

'In addition a set of guidelines shall be enforced to cleanse the island of these Irish rogues.
Blood definitions:
(Just to clarify what is to be done)

* 75-100% Eirean - Of no use to us due to his lacking of physical and mental ability. Firing squad.

* 50-75% Eirean - No mental ability to speak of but enough strength to be sent to one of 12 Gulags in Northern Siberia, recently acquired from the Russian government on a 99-year lease, for forced labour.

* 25-50% Eirean - At the most he is only half Irish so there should be no punishment. He is, however, required to wear a shamrock badge on his outer clothing to indicate his possession of impure blood.

* 0-25% Eirean - English blood outnumbers Irish blood by at least 3:1. He can therefore be regarded as a citizen, albeit with suspiscion.'

In addition, you must refrain from mentioning anything about ethnic/native cleansing, as too must they. We have very little power over what goes on within the forums. As we see it, what you do in their is your own afair.

But you must cease this ethnic cleansing message with immediate effect. You must also edit out these messages, to such effect that mo mentioning of cleansing remains.

This forum war is damaging the DORA alliance, and therefor I urge all nations participating in this futile, and frankly, rather stupid flame war to cease immediatally. I will speak with the founders/delegates of both Ireland, and 32 counties. With the idea that any offending nation hereby participating in this war be ejected from the regions. :!:

OOC: MOD ALERT!!!!
Seems like someone doesn't know how to play. Oh well...and they have how many nations following him? Bad bit of luck for those poor bastards.

On another note:
Onwards towards our relief efforts.

And what is that supposed to mean, PsychicTV? :?:

We have completed our mission. Over 1 million BI soldiers have surrendered and have been evacuated from BI. Also, Both Sub-Urbs have been filled, for a total of 12 million being rescued. At this, the majority of Republican forces will leave BI. Those sections of the original EIDF will remain at the firebase, except for the militia, who will be sent home. 12th Corp, 2 divisions of armor, and one battalion of arty will stay in London. The rest will head back to the Republic.

One of the BI troops to surrender was a general. This brings the total number of BI generals taken out of action up to four. The other three were assassinated by Blue Rogue operatives.

At this time, we are preparing a fleet to attack the BI armada that has recently launched yet another WMD attack. While the fleet is preparing, we have launched 20 Sunburn ICCMs at the BI fleet, all loaded with Napalm.

Snippets from the BWO Daily Review:

*** A cartoon based on the cartoon _Scooby Doo_. Inside a haunted house Velma, Daphne and Freddy are seen facing up to a ghost, obviously a man with a sheet over his head, while in the background Shaggy and Scooby are seen running for the door in fear. Velma, Daphne & Freddy are labelled with the names of nations of 32 County Irish Republic. The ghost is labelled "British Imperialism". The cowardly Shaggy is labelled "Bodies Without Organs" and the craven dog at his side is labelled "BWO International Brigades".

*** A report covering head human rights abuses investigator Imelda Bailey-Belvoir's arrival on the mainland of British Imperialism. She is pictured at the docksides debarking from the yacht Glen Carrig. In an interview she reveals that she will be investigating actions which contravened her nations guidelines and regulations on:

1. use of biochemical weaponry
2. use of chemical warfare
3a. targeting of civilian populations
3b. targeting of legitimate military targets without due regard for civilian collateral damage
3c. use of civilian populations so as to shield military targets.

She is destined to travel to other territories touched by the conflict after her work on the British Imperialist mainland is complete.

*** A brief speculative piece regarding the long-awaited speech by Queen Victoria, which is scheduled to take place within the next twenty-four hours. A spokesman from the BWO University Historical Studies department is recorded as having stated in an unguarded moment: "You know, I wouldn't be surprised if she was just a senile old woman, dithering away the name of her departed loved one, unaware of the horrors being carried out in her name. It is true that she holds titular authority over British Imperialism, but it does not necessarily follow that she is able to exercise that authority. That is the problem with monarchies, even constitutional ones - there don't exist clear mechanisms to remove a monarch from a position of power if they are insane or invalid or otherwise unfit for the role."

*** A photographic documentary piece showing the art treasures, valuable historical documents and prize museum pieces of the nation being placed in atmospherically controlled containers deep within the stunningly beautiful natural Marble Bridge cave systems. The relocation of the artefacts and ephemera is described as "a sane precautionary measure in these high tension times".

*** A full colour advertisement showing a healthy and sleek looking young man and woman windsurfing. Text along the bottom of the picture describes the financial and recreational advantages which accrue when one volunteers to join the Civil Defence forces.

And what is that supposed to mean, PsychicTV? :?:
OOC:
That wasn't meant for you but for someone else. A total GodMod. Although I don't like war, this is a cool arc; I'm quite enjoying myself. Much better than invading regions; no imagination in that.
As for BI's actions I am awaiting word from his superior, Queen Victoria. The 32 CIR is highly concerned with ending this war and rebuilding.

"oh my!" said commander Biggs. He looked around in total amazement. "This could not be true! Her Majesty is unaccounted for?"

The group standing before him were the heads of the other branches of the military and some where the direct councilers to the Queen.

"This leaves you in charge, commander!" one of the group was heard to proclaim.

Biggs was in shock, he did not want the job. He knew this ment the Queen was lost and no direct line to the throne. He shook his head in disbelief.

"Give me a minute, gentleman. This is alot to swallow with out a good drink!" The commander was finding his sorts to deal with the situation.
It was a few minutes till he spoke.............

"Alright, we need to keep the ports of MacCool defended. We have evacuated all those we could. Now, we need to do deal with the refugee situation, we need a count of the survivors and where they are. We need to keep communications opened with the military scientists who have stayed behind. We have to find out how long the smoke will carry the virus. You know what needs to be done, so lets get to it. Also I need a secure line, pronto!" Biggs looked at the men who stood before him, now. Some of these men did not wear a uniform, they might not like him barking orders.

"Please, gentleman!" he added in hopes that it would make him seem to be less demanding.

"Yes, sir." He was not sure who answered him, but he was thankful for that soul.

A few minutes passed and phone was brought to the commander. "Excuse me gentleman, this is a private call!"

"Yes, I need to speak Fionn. I need to relay a message to him. This is commander Biggs from MacCool" his voice was cracking a little, he was not sure how to tell the news of his new office.

There was silence on the line for a minute. Then a voice came on. "We shall relay any message you have, please continue!"

Commander Biggs cleared his throat, "It would appear that Queen Red, is not at the helm in MacCool. I am in charge currently."

"Is she dead!" the voice said.

"Can you confirm her demise, commander Biggs. Fionn will need to know!" it echoed over the line, hearing it once was bad enough.

At the annual BWOCon wargames convention, hosted by BWO university there are initailly protests from players and attendees when a request is made from the organizers for all scheduled games to be replaced by trials of the newly produced hex-based wargame "Eirean Genocide!". Eventually compromises are reached - attendees may claim back their entrance fees and one room is set aside in which a limited set of the initially scheduled games can take place.

Players open the boxes - showing a photomontage of the figures of Queen Red, Lord Stewart, Princess Maire and Field Marshall Lancaster superimposed against raging naval battlegroups, missiles in flight and ragged refugees - and begin to leaf through the rules and examine the playing pieces. They set up and begin to play. Meanwhile individuals from the BWO Civil Defence Committee can be seen kibbutzing on games and making careful notes on interesting junctures of play.

Games are completed and restarted with full optional rules. Some players break away after defeat and begin to discuss tactics. Round after round of play proceeds. Eventually a cluster of gamers begins to form around one particular game - played with cutthroat efficiency on all sides. They watch in silence as pieces are moved in and out of supply, as biochemical markers are placed on territories, as wildcards are turned and dictate further international interventions, as dice are rolled and enormous stacks of counters are removed from play. The convention has become a self organizing creature - the gamers have found and gravitated to the table of the masterplayers. The observers from the Civil Defence pay particularly close attention to thie game. A phone call is made and members of the Body of Delegates rush to the hall to see how the experiment is resolving itself.

It is 3AM by the time this final marathon game is finished. It is played to the death. One side has few pieces left, but continues to work them for all they are worth. Eventually thei r remaining pieces are eliminated, one by by one. The game is over. A round of applause breaks out from the gamer fanboys and the players allwo them to relax after their hours of concentration.

***

"So, we have the reports and tactical studies ready, then?"

"Yes, we can see only one possible outcome, despite the vagaries of the wildcard nations and event cards - the complete annihilation of British Imperialist forces."

"Excellent, so the pan-Irish nations shall prevail then? That is a relief, there is no justice in a world where such tactics of genocide lead to victory. Issue the report to Civil Defence Co-ordinators and members of the Body of Delegates, and..."

"Excuse me, sir? sir? sir?"

"What, aren't the reports ready yet?"

"No, sir, you are jumping the gun - we see the total annihilation of British Imperialist forces, but it isn't that simple, according to the chart of victory conditions, they still win."

"What?"

"Yes, sir, the points value of their civilians is incredibly low and the when you take into account the equation..."

"Let me see the victory conditions for myself. Lets see, right, ...aha... umm... Oh, dear. I see what you are saying. So, even if they are slaughtered to a man - they can still win?"

"Given rational play and careful attention to wildcard nations, yes, very easily."

"Holy feck, is there nothing that can be done to stop them?"

"Well, there is one tactic that hasn't been tried yet. One of the pan-Irish players came up with it during the last game, but he had already committed too many of his troops elsewhere by the time he thought of it."

"Are the players still in the building?"

"Yes, I think they are in the students' union bar. They have been going all day."

"Get them in here, and get them playing. Lets see what they can do with that plan. I'll start setting up pieces - you go and fetch them - I don't care if they are exhausted. Everyone is these days - we must see if there is still a chance of avoiding a BI victory..."