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The Free Ulster Nation prides itself on supporting Britain. Anybody who is opposed to Britain is opposed to me.

General Robert Carson

The Free Ulster Nation sees now that it must stand up for Protestant states, and not let Catholics and power-hungry dictators ruin Britain to appease the Irish. We have fought for hundreds of years, we can fight for hundreds more.

General Robert Carson

Cardinal Mattias, seeing the peace talks are getting nowhere, heads over to the British Imperialism delegate, and draws him aside to talk to him - but in a voice that would carry, to anyone listening.

"The delay in this peace process is becoming irksome, and I have only been here a short while. I reiterate my offer to allow British Imperialism to join the region of which Whispering Voices is part. This would result in strengthened diplomatic pressure to remove all unwanted incumbents from your land."

The Free Ulster Nation prides itself on supporting Britain. Anybody who is opposed to Britain is opposed to me.

General Robert Carson

OOC:Your death wish. So be it.

IC: Zauvier jet enroute to the "peace" conference.

"Sire we have received further confirmation of collusion between The Free Ulster Nation and British Imperialism. What is your desire?"

Pyotr Zauvier leans back in his seat with a thoughtful expression. " Are the "surveillance " satellites in position?"

"Yes Sire."

"Then order the railguns to target half a dozen military complexes and have a shell dropped outside their capital. I want limited casualties, this is a show of force. Send a request for a full and unconditional surrender. If they do not comply continue the process until such time that they do surrender or have no military capacity remaining. And alert BWO that I shall be arriving shortly to deliever a similar request to BI. Have our satellites located any further BI naval units?"

"No sire, but it is only a matter of time."

"Good . Make it so."

The Free Ulster Nation sees now that it must stand up for Protestant states, and not let Catholics and power-hungry dictators ruin Britain to appease the Irish. We have fought for hundreds of years, we can fight for hundreds more.

General Robert Carson

Here , here.

Well I'm afraid you may have bombed Drum Gods or Promise of Joshua as we only have two military bases on the island. I don't think they'd be best pleased you papist ****.

Cardinal Mattias, seeing the peace talks are getting nowhere, heads over to the British Imperialism delegate, and draws him aside to talk to him - but in a voice that would carry, to anyone listening.

"The delay in this peace process is becoming irksome, and I have only been here a short while. I reiterate my offer to allow British Imperialism to join the region of which Whispering Voices is part. This would result in strengthened diplomatic pressure to remove all unwanted incumbents from your land."

"Tell me more. I believe her Majesty could be quite interested in what you are offering."

You think my country will surrender to upstarts like you? Anyway Drum Gods have my country at the moment, don't think they'll like seeing my nation which to be fair they have worked hard to rebuild, bombed by some stupid, arrogant little bastard like you.

"It's a relatively simple process. Declare yourself part of the Devil's Desert - you're a little farther south than most of the nations in the Desert, but we can deal with that - and you will receive full military backing. Obviously, negotiations should be continued; there is no point in unnecessary bloodshed. And we would not condone any continued assault upon Irish lands. However, we would then be able to exert sufficient pressure to force Vyse - I believe that is who holds your lands - to withdraw."

Whispering Voices, would you accept me in your region?

Cardinal Mattias looks somewhat dubiously at Free Ulster Nation's comment in light of his previous comments about 'Papist c---'s.

"Regretfully, we must decline. We are allied to Drum Gods. The reason we aid British Imperialism is because many of our citizens have English roots."

OOC:Youll never find me where im going.... and remember if you launch. I launch.

"It's a relatively simple process. Declare yourself part of the Devil's Desert - you're a little farther south than most of the nations in the Desert, but we can deal with that - and you will receive full military backing. Obviously, negotiations should be continued; there is no point in unnecessary bloodshed. And we would not condone any continued assault upon Irish lands. However, we would then be able to exert sufficient pressure to force Vyse - I believe that is who holds your lands - to withdraw."


"You've got some nerve, trying to force us to leave BI. We will leave once we decide that all of Stewart's men have been captured. No sooner, no later. Besides, it's our duty to stay their for a limited time so as to act as UN peacekeepers. I assure you, Forsyth, we have no intention of staying any longer than we have to. We have too much else to worry about to try to annex you're country. We'll help you rebuild London, and maybe some other cities, but once that's over you'll be on your own to repair your country."

OOC:Youll never find me where im going.... and remember if you launch. I launch.

Alright. No 10,000 missiles launching. Instead,



About 50 miles from London.

A Red Tide company, still disguised as BWO troops, are making a mad dash to the coast, where they will be evacuated. However, making it out won't be easy. Reports have indicated that several divisions of Republican troops and tanks have left London to hunt down any RT unit they can find.
So, the RT troops are a little frantic. Right now they're running through a forest, and haven't seen any Republican troops. A few helicopters flew overhead, but they weren't marked as Republican, and didn't open fire. The company jogged out of the forest-and stopped dead in their tracks. In front of them were almost 50 M1 Abram tanks. The cannons and machine guns on the tanks angled down at the RT troops. The RT commander thought about what to do, but couldn't come up with anything. "For what we are about to receive-"


The tanks fired.

"You've got some nerve, trying to force us to leave BI. We will leave once we decide that all of Stewart's men have been captured. No sooner, no later. Besides, it's our duty to stay their for a limited time so as to act as UN peacekeepers. I assure you, Forsyth, we have no intention of staying any longer than we have to. We have too much else to worry about to try to annex you're country. We'll help you rebuild London, and maybe some other cities, but once that's over you'll be on your own to repair your country."

Cardinal Mattias looks with distaste at the Vyse representative as he is so rudely interrupted. "I was not speaking to you. I was speaking to this gentleman. And I assure you, my nerves are backed by steel."

The Free Ulster Nation prides itself on supporting Britain. Anybody who is opposed to Britain is opposed to me.

General Robert Carson


And you would fight how? Drum Gods kind of owns you know, right?

"You've got some nerve, trying to force us to leave BI. We will leave once we decide that all of Stewart's men have been captured. No sooner, no later. Besides, it's our duty to stay their for a limited time so as to act as UN peacekeepers. I assure you, Forsyth, we have no intention of staying any longer than we have to. We have too much else to worry about to try to annex you're country. We'll help you rebuild London, and maybe some other cities, but once that's over you'll be on your own to repair your country."

Cardinal Mattias looks with distaste at the Vyse representative as he is so rudely interrupted. "I was not speaking to you. I was speaking to this gentleman. And I assure you, my nerves are backed by steel."

[sigh] "Whatever. We've stopped the attacks on Ireland. We just want to see what's left of Stewart's forces finished before we leave. Until that happens we stay where we are."

OOC:excuse me unless you RP those nukes launches I am not going to belive they exist.
IC: A majority of the RT troops where blown away. The remains instintly surrnederd yelling.
"DONT SHOOT! DONT SHOOT!
out of the 100 soldiers only 17 lived.

OOC:excuse me unless you RP those nukes launches I am not going to belive they exist.
IC: A majority of the RT troops where blown away. The remains instintly surrnederd yelling.
"DONT SHOOT! DONT SHOOT!
out of the 100 soldiers only 17 lived.

1. They are not nukes. They are either conventional warheads, or my custom work, filled with napalm.

2. I haven't launched them.

[sigh] "Whatever. We've stopped the attacks on Ireland. We just want to see what's left of Stewart's forces finished before we leave. Until that happens we stay where we are."

"From what I have been told of your economy and country size, you'll stay where you are until a real military moves you out. The attacks on Ireland have ceased; Lord Stewart's forces should no longer be your concern as they are on British territory."

Outside the conference hall, in the waters surrounding New Tiger's Bay the vessels of the BWO fly the black flag. Across the radio-waves one seafarers joke is passed back and forth between the ships: "You know, people are going to think the whole fleet is shipwrecked if we fly these..."

****

Phones are ringing off their hooks throughout the offices of the Body of Delegates assembly hall. Harrased minor bureaucrats are rushing from desk to desk and fielding a torrent of enquiries: "Reports of Vysean troops being attacked by our what? Jet Fighters? Tanks? Stalin organs? Our _army_?" The secretary bursts out laughing. "I'm so sorry, I do realise the rgavity of the situation, and my heart goes out to all those harmed in such incidents and I express my personal outrage, but really, I think you should send a direct request for information to the Civil Defence Committee or the Chair of the Body of Delegates."

****

Message posted on a noticeboard in one of the staff common rooms:
"As a result of the concentration of our security forces around the conference centre and the general unrest caused by having such contentious international figures on our neutral soil, the UN has seen fit to reclassify Bodies Without Organs as an _anarchist_ state." Below this text there is a scrawled circled A and someone has scrawled "VIVE L'ANARCHIE!". Various minor off-duty lecturers and administrative staff can be seen drinking toasts while swathed in red and black flags, and singing "Big A, Little A, bouncing B,The system might have got you but it won't get me...". From out in the quad come the strains of a group of folk musicians strumming guitars and frailing on banjos while singing selections from the IWW's Little Red Song Book.


****

As the helicopter shudders through the air above the sweeping hills and valleys of southern BWO, Olga Chinaski, de facto head of state, scans through page after page of international reports. The navigator signals for her attention and turns up the radio to let her hear of the reclassification by the UN. She smiles for a moment and looks skyward through the glassed panes of the viewports. Under her breath she whispers "Thank you God, but you're people aren't free yet." Olga takes off her thick glasses, pinches at the skin between her eyes, and then replaces them and returns to her analysis of the rapidly escalating situation. 'If we are lucky,' she thinks to herself, 'there may yet be time for celebration.'

****

At the BWO National Peace Museum curators are working hard to negotiate prices with foreign powers for some important historical artifacts. "Do we need to organise freight, or would it be better if you delivered them?" one of them asks down a phone line, "Of course, we expect you to decommission all the weapons first, what use would they be to us?" Even here, amongst the grey-haired academics, there is an air of celebration, and a hastily prepared banner reading "NON SERVIAM" has been hoist across the gothic pillars of the main entrance.


****

At the police lines blocking the roads leading towards New Tiger's Bay there are intermittent scuffles between the protestors and the security forces. Once word of the reclassification passes amongst the assembled masses the police find themselves pushed further and further into the exclusion zone. Bottles and sticks start flying through the air towards the massed ranks in their black uniforms and their landrovers and support untis. The situation turns nasty, and looks set to get worse, until a group of Quakers make their way to the front and begin to bring a sense of calm to the proceedings. Talks are held with the police superintendents in charge. Several policemen are seen to be removing their riot gear and breaking away from the blockades. Eventually the blockades are pulled away from the roads, and the protestors are allowed to advance another mile towards the conference centre. At this point they are called to a halt by the Quakers, and a vigil begins. There are hardline elements that still try to make their way through to disrupt the talks, but the police now find themselves less stretched and better able to handle such incidents.

****

In one of the dormitory towns outside the capital city there are sporadic outbreaks of celebratory looting of government store houses holding the vestiges of the uncontaminated potato crops. Others express themselves by taking to dancing in the fountains. There are incidents of violence and antisocial activity, but little more than would be expected, on say, a typical New Year's Eve.


OOC: BWO has been reclassified as an _ANARCHY_. This has been one of my aims since starting the nation. Today NS, tomorrow RL. I apologise for the poor quality of the above writing. I simply cannot begin to imagine what it would have been like if Northern Ireland had been declared an anarchist state whilst I was standing on the road protesting at Bush's visit to Hilsborough...

OOC: Above post was by BWO. I can't edit it because of that occasional log in problem. You can live with the spelling mistakes.

a computerized message was sent to Vyse King of Rogues it said:
Please dont fire those missiles at us. We are sorry and will pay 100,000 dollars as retrubition. PLEASE! We do not want to start a nuclear war.

The Free Ulster Nation prides itself on supporting Britain. Anybody who is opposed to Britain is opposed to me.

General Robert Carson


You sure? Humm 10 Million Population... Should I send you some of my forces?

:P

The Free Ulster Nation sees now that it must stand up for Protestant states, and not let Catholics and power-hungry dictators ruin Britain to appease the Irish. We have fought for hundreds of years, we can fight for hundreds more.

General Robert Carson


Lets NOT make this some Religious war

Well I'm afraid you may have bombed Drum Gods or Promise of Joshua as we only have two military bases on the island. I don't think they'd be best pleased you papist c---.


Careful Laddy...

Within striking range of your 10 million tiny nation is:

12 Carriers with around 1,800 planes
6 Modernized Barttleships-Toma hawk and harpon capable
10 Aegis cruisers
25 Cruisers- Tomahawk capable
50 Frigates-Harpoon capable
100 Destroyers
25 Attack Subs
20 SLBM capable Subs
100 Transports each capable of moving 1000 Lavallin Elite Marines(100,000)

Land Based within range:
5000 Bombers, Including stealth Bombers
1000 Transport Planes that each carry 250 men (250,000)
5000 Fighters
100 MIRVING ICBM(10 warheads each=1000 warheads)

Army of 2.5 Million Just itching to go

Reserves of 5 million

100,000 Vicious Raptors... with 50 Transport planes capable of dropping 100 out of each you don't want 5,000 Vicious Raptors dropped in..


100 T-Rex... Can be shipped in...



:twisted: :P :twisted:

Other stuff I could mention a bitty 10 million Population nation couldn't stand.

OOC:excuse me unless you RP those nukes launches I am not going to belive they exist.
IC: A majority of the RT troops where blown away. The remains instintly surrnederd yelling.
"DONT SHOOT! DONT SHOOT!
out of the 100 soldiers only 17 lived.


Who says they have to be Nukes?

Could be like 1000 Cruise missles slamming into places blowing them up the normal way...

:P :P :P

12:00


'Get A BWO Representative, NOW!' Yelled General Mcgrath at his aide.

'There had better be a damn good reason for this..' The General thought

Six convoys in three days had been knocked off, no survivors. Reports had stated troops had been ambushed by men wearing BWo uniforms.

Well I'm afraid you may have bombed Drum Gods or Promise of Joshua as we only have two military bases on the island. I don't think they'd be best pleased you papist c---.

OOC:It would be appreciated if you were to restrict your use of religious insults. Especially whilst dealing with a country that is a quite athiest.

IC: As Pyoter Zauvier walks to the recption hall with his bodyguards his phone beeps. "Talk. Right call off strikes. Continue surveillance." Putting the phone away he walks up to Forsyth as he talks with Cardinal Mattias and Prince Enrique. Not concerned in the least with the current tensions he interupts "So Cardinal what is your steel backed with? And Mr. Forsyth does your nation intend to continue this conflict or will you surrender? We have information on the Empire of Queen Victoria, you shall not have many places left to hide your troops once those colonies are in ruin. I suggest you make a decision soon or else."

Well I'm afraid you may have bombed Drum Gods or Promise of Joshua as we only have two military bases on the island. I don't think they'd be best pleased you papist c---.

OOC:It would be appreciated if you were to restrict your use of religious insults. Especially whilst dealing with a country that is a quite athiest.

IC: As Pyoter Zauvier walks to the recption hall with his bodyguards his phone beeps. "Talk. Right call off strikes. Continue surveillance." Putting the phone away he walks up to Forsyth as he talks with Cardinal Mattias and Prince Enrique. Not concerned in the least with the current tensions he interupts "So Cardinal what is your steel backed with? And Mr. Forsyth does your nation intend to continue this conflict or will you surrender? We have information on the Empire of Queen Victoria, you shall not have many places left to hide your troops once those colonies are in ruin. I suggest you make a decision soon or else."

Looking in disdain at Zauvier, Forsyth takes off his glasses and says quietly"Sir, I would ask you who is responsible for more Irish casualties my nation or yours? The few killed by my nation pale incomparison to the Irish civilians killed in your missile strikes. Oh yes , we found that the Irish detained under Lord Stewart were held within a number of our military and government installations, of which you were responsible for the destruction of. So I would suggest you quit the holier then thou attitude and leave us to our conversation."

IC: As Pyoter Zauvier walks to the recption hall with his bodyguards his phone beeps. "Talk. Right call off strikes. Continue surveillance." Putting the phone away he walks up to Forsyth as he talks with Cardinal Mattias and Prince Enrique. Not concerned in the least with the current tensions he interupts "So Cardinal what is your steel backed with? And Mr. Forsyth does your nation intend to continue this conflict or will you surrender? We have information on the Empire of Queen Victoria, you shall not have many places left to hide your troops once those colonies are in ruin. I suggest you make a decision soon or else."

Cardinal Mattias gives Forsyth a forbearing look as he is interrupted by yet another rude foreigner. "Our steel is backed by the Whispering Voices Defence Force. Should British Imperialism be accepted into the region, Whispering Voices and those fiefdoms that come under our umbrella alone can muster an army of fifty million. Should any aggression be sufficient to draw the wrath of the entire region ... well ... I'll leave that to your imagination. And if truly necessary, we can call in extra-regional alliances - although we tend to prefer to not leave enemy countries as steaming piles of nuclear waste."

He turns back to Forsyth. "However, in the interests of peace, I suggest you take all reasonable steps in meeting their ... demands. Blood should not be shed lightly, after all."

IC: As Pyoter Zauvier walks to the recption hall with his bodyguards his phone beeps. "Talk. Right call off strikes. Continue surveillance." Putting the phone away he walks up to Forsyth as he talks with Cardinal Mattias and Prince Enrique. Not concerned in the least with the current tensions he interupts "So Cardinal what is your steel backed with? And Mr. Forsyth does your nation intend to continue this conflict or will you surrender? We have information on the Empire of Queen Victoria, you shall not have many places left to hide your troops once those colonies are in ruin. I suggest you make a decision soon or else."

Cardinal Mattias gives Forsyth a forbearing look as he is interrupted by yet another rude foreigner. "Our steel is backed by the Whispering Voices Defence Force. Should British Imperialism be accepted into the region, Whispering Voices and those fiefdoms that come under our umbrella alone can muster an army of fifty million. Should any aggression be sufficient to draw the wrath of the entire region ... well ... I'll leave that to your imagination. And if truly necessary, we can call in extra-regional alliances - although we tend to prefer to not leave enemy countries as steaming piles of nuclear waste."

He turns back to Forsyth. "However, in the interests of peace, I suggest you take all reasonable steps in meeting their ... demands. Blood should not be shed lightly, after all."
"Agreed your Grace. It seems that her Majesty has agreed to your kind invitation. We are gathering information as we speak to assist in ending this." A buzzing comes from his jacket pocket"I do beg your pardon while I take this urgent call."

Forsyth steps away for a few moments. His expression softens and he seems to relax somewhat. He returns the phone to his pocket and returns to the Cardinal and Prince Enrique.

"My appologies. The home office in exile has gathered more information that could prove useful. It seems that most of our military was pulled out of BI proper and transfered to the colonies. We have lost contact with consulates in Hong Kong, India, Sudan, and The Bahamas. Word is that her Maejesty will send a statment out that she requires all BI military units shall stand down and cease all attacks on foreign property and personell. Any who disobey shall be considered traitors and dealt with in accordance of the laws. I do hope this shall help this process along."

The Free Land of Tarrican wishes to extend the hand of welcome to British Imperialism. While we view the inclusion of your nation within the perview of the Devil's Desert as highly unusual, we are extending sufficient political credit to Whispering Voices to endorse this coverage to the other member nations.

We would request that the nation of Bodies Without Organs accept our delegate to these conferences. Thus we can quicker place the peace of British Imperialism in those who have interest in peace.

The Cardinal smiles. It is a cold smile. He turns to the representatives of Vyse and Bodies Without Organs.

"Well? What say you? British Imperialism to bring about the end of rebel forces responsible for attacks on Ireland, and occupying forces to withdraw."

The Cardinal smiles. It is a cold smile. He turns to the representatives of Vyse and Bodies Without Organs.

"Well? What say you? British Imperialism to bring about the end of rebel forces responsible for attacks on Ireland, and occupying forces to withdraw."

A minor aide announces that the chair of the Body of Delegates had been delayed, she has been following the debate and will respond as soon as she arrives at the venue.


OOC: migraine.

The Cardinal smiles. It is a cold smile. He turns to the representatives of Vyse and Bodies Without Organs.

"Well? What say you? British Imperialism to bring about the end of rebel forces responsible for attacks on Ireland, and occupying forces to withdraw."

Olga Chinaski, chair of the Body of Delegates hurries into the hall, and dumps her folders of dispatch papers onto the table in front of her. She looks at her watch and takes off her shapeless cardigan, and tosses it onto the pile of papers. She addresses the assembled representatives: "Men, women, I apologise for my late arrival here, I have had other pressing internal and external matters to which I had to attend. You will be pleased to hear that the UN has reclassified our nation again as a "Civil Rights Lovefest", and we no longer consider this conference at threat in the midst of the rapid destratification of our nation. You will also probably have heard whispers of Red Tide's nefarious scheme to drag us into this conflict. If they had actually investigated our nation they would have found out that we have no army or airforce, and may have been able to come up with a more convincing deception. Thanks to the efficiency of Vysean forces in capturing Red Tide soldiers the plan has been foiled," she nods briefly at Prince Enrique, before continuing, "Still, we should not have been surprised, it was just the last in a long line of displays of incompetence by nations embroiled in this conflict."

"It is not for us to decide anything. We are not at war with anyone. We are not occupying British Imperialist territory - yes, we are operating an Oil for Aid program based on the oilfields off the north-eastern coast of BI, but we are doing that with explicit permission from the government in exile. We will be looking for compensation for the effects on our fisheries, but only if or when the lot of British Imperialist civilians have been improved," she says, pauses, and then looks over at the Cardinal, "If you wish your parishioners to become the damage sinks, the 'soak off units' the next time British Imperialism goes to war, then that is your decision."

She walks around the table and rests her hands on its surface as she faces the Cardinal: "All I can say is that I would welcome an end to the attacks on occupying troops in the British Imperialist Mainland. Enough lives have been lost in this pointless dispute already, and is anyone here a winner? Anybody here scored any glorious victories? And I would not be surprised if the surviving population of British Imperialism are not better treated under the occupying forces than under their 'legitimate' government - you have all examined the reports from the UN on the two governments, no?"

She then sits down and waits. She looks like she is fighting hard to hold her tongue as she stares across at Forsyth.

Another delegate is, alas, later even than the chair (which is quite unfashionably late to say the least).

A helicopter containing Lt. Colonel Trevelyan (retired) is asking permission to land nearby to the conference.

Permission is granted to the helicopter arriving after it is checked out by the Catalina In Watermelon Sugar. Everything appears to be in order and the craft is allowed entry to the grounds of the conference. The Tarrican representatives have already been formally cautioned regarding carrying concealed weaponry and asked to respect the neutral soil upon which they will soon set foot.

"My lady there seems to be more that you wish to be said. Pray do not hold your tongue. Say what you wish." Returning her stare with a look of indifference.

Fionn walks into the reception hall with Marie and her escorts. Noticing the growing discussion taking place he heads over to see what is going on. Listening as the intensity grows Fionn moves in towards the speakers and waits for an opening in the conversation. "Now folks lets calm down. We have a chance here to bring this situation to a resolution. Let us focus on ending the conflict and not starting new ones. Now if the British go through with what they have said , that is a good start. But more will be needed. We have the opportunity here let us not loose it."

"My lady there seems to be more that you wish to be said. Pray do not hold your tongue. Say what you wish." Returning her stare with a look of indifference.

For a moment Olga Chinaski looks confused in response to Forsyth's prompting, before asking: "Was I staring? - pardon me, my mind was on other things. I was just wondering when Lavallin will be tendering their resignation from the United Nations, and exactly which part of the resolution on the elimination of bio weapons they didn't quite understand. That was all, forgive me, I wasn't meaning to unsettle you, Forsyth." With that she picks out a sheet of paper from her folder and begins making indecipherable notes in shorthand, whilst occasionally flicking glances in the general direction of the representative of the People's Republic of Psychik tv.

"My lady there seems to be more that you wish to be said. Pray do not hold your tongue. Say what you wish." Returning her stare with a look of indifference.

For a moment Olga Chinaski looks confused in response to Forsyth's prompting, before asking: "Was I staring? - pardon me, my mind was on other things. I was just wondering when Lavallin will be tendering their resignation from the United Nations, and exactly which part of the resolution on the elimination of bio weapons they didn't quite understand. That was all, forgive me, I wasn't meaning to unsettle you, Forsyth." With that she picks out a sheet of paper from her folder and begins making indecipherable notes in shorthand, whilst occasionally flicking glances in the general direction of the representative of the People's Republic of Psychik tv.

"My appologies then. I must be a bit jumpy considering the situation. Yes President MacDougal you do make a good point. We all wish peace, let us begin the process of securing peace for our nations."

Seeing that no one else is prepared to speak Chinaski puts aside her notes and lifts another sheet of paper from her folder, she scans through it and then addresses herself to the Cardinal: "Representative of Whispering Voices, I would like to praise you for your forgiveness and charity in your inter-denominational work here. It takes a true Christian to wear the cloth of the Roman Catholic church and offer his hand in friendship to a nation that wishes to send representatives to march with their spiritual brethren of the Free Ulster Nation - a nation which shoots its own Catholic population on sight and refuses entry to all foreigners of that persuasion. To welcome as an ally a nation, British Imperialism, that just recently sent this message in support of the Free Nation of Ulster:

'...When guilty Rome would to the tomb,
Consign His revelation,
A chosen few were still found true,
In every Christian nation.

Now since from superstition's sway,
The present generation,
As yet is saved let us today,
make steady preparation,
At heaven's command to keep our land,
From heathen's pollution,
From foreign yoke, and fatal stroke,
Of Popish revolution.'

"Truly, Your Eminence I commend you most highly for your Christian virtue of loving your enemy. This proud nation of British Imperialism which offers messages of support to a nation who only recently referred to one he believed to share your Eminence's faith as a 'papist c___'"

OOC: http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=61090

a computerized message was sent to Vyse King of Rogues it said:
Please dont fire those missiles at us. We are sorry and will pay 100,000 dollars as retrubition. PLEASE! We do not want to start a nuclear war.

Make it 120,000 and an aircraft carrier and you have a deal!

The Cardinal smiles. It is a cold smile. He turns to the representatives of Vyse and Bodies Without Organs.

"Well? What say you? British Imperialism to bring about the end of rebel forces responsible for attacks on Ireland, and occupying forces to withdraw."

"Well, it's a start. We still have to work out details, such as investigating the use of bio weapons, but that is pretty much the main objective. It's a deal. But that means every last Stewart sympathetic unit has to be accounted for. There are 60 divisions of ground forces, as well as a sizable navy. We know it will be impossible to get them all, but we want the majority either back under control of the true BI government, or destroyed. Now, another issue. When do want the POWs we have returned? Remember, taking them back before you repair some infrastructure will only be a burden; we have 4 million in our possession."

Cardinal Mattias simply smiles as Olga reads the quote, and looks at Forsyth. The nature of his smile could be interpreted in many ways.

"It has long been our goal to resolve conflict between the Protestants of other nations and the Catholics of our own. In all fairness, neither side has given much an excuse to love the other. We hope this will change; and Protestant and Catholic can live in peace. Besides ... Mr. Forsyth understands that whilst we will defend him from aggression, we will not defend his aggression. I think that much as been made clear."

He turns to Vyse. "I should think that would be agreeable. Forsyth," he turns back to the British gentleman, "what timeframe and resources do you need to bring back those troops under the Royal Banner? I can promise the services of the nation of Murderous Tendencies in aiding you howsoever you need."

Cardinal Mattias simply smiles as Olga reads the quote, and looks at Forsyth. The nature of his smile could be interpreted in many ways.

"It has long been our goal to resolve conflict between the Protestants of other nations and the Catholics of our own. In all fairness, neither side has given much an excuse to love the other. We hope this will change; and Protestant and Catholic can live in peace. Besides ... Mr. Forsyth understands that whilst we will defend him from aggression, we will not defend his aggression. I think that much as been made clear."


"As I said, Your Eminence, we would like to praise you for your forgiveness and charity in these matters."

Inteligence Transmission to all countries involved in the BI war.

Recently, it appears that there have been many reports of BWO troops attacking convoys, airplanes, and patrols. Our defensive line around London was even attacked. However, we have determined that they were in fact soldiers of Red Tide. We estimate that about 9% of the RT troops in BI were either killed or captured. The rest have fled. We currently have RT at gunpoint, and are extracting a ceasefire and reparations from him. To all countries who suffered attacks by RT, now would be the time to start asking for repayment.

Cardinal Mattias simply smiles as Olga reads the quote, and looks at Forsyth. The nature of his smile could be interpreted in many ways.

"It has long been our goal to resolve conflict between the Protestants of other nations and the Catholics of our own. In all fairness, neither side has given much an excuse to love the other. We hope this will change; and Protestant and Catholic can live in peace. Besides ... Mr. Forsyth understands that whilst we will defend him from aggression, we will not defend his aggression. I think that much as been made clear."

He turns to Vyse. "I should think that would be agreeable. Forsyth," he turns back to the British gentleman, "what timeframe and resources do you need to bring back those troops under the Royal Banner? I can promise the services of the nation of Murderous Tendencies in aiding you howsoever you need."


"Of course and we wish for no further aggression. That statement by our office was meant to show support for the marchers in TFUN. Our office was dissapointed by the denial of our Royal Irish Regiment veterans to march. The song is a historical patriotic one not far from such that have been done by many Irish nations. We meant no offense by this to the Irish or to Catholics.

With access to a satellite network we can broadcast the Queen's message to all colonies and units should be accounted for in 2 days from broadcast. Does that sound reasonable?"

That seems good. You can use our system.

"Forgive me if I sound alarmist here, Forsyth, but I have the best interests of your nation at heart: what of reform of the British Imperialist armed forces? Surely we cannot allow the possibility of another such breakdown of communication within the armies and navies which fight for your Queen? Has not something gone disastrously wrong when the right hand does not know what the left is doing to such an extent as this? If such a situation were to occur in our own Coast Guard we would consider it either incompetence or complicity, of course, I cannot speak for the much more precise and superior command and control structures of your British Imperialist nation. How should this issue be addressed, Forsyth? Your Eminence? Prince Enrique?" asks Olga quietly and slowly. "We wish only, of course, to ensure the safety of all those servants that fight in the name of their Monarch."

"Forgive me if I sound alarmist here, Forsyth, but I have the best interests of your nation at heart: what of reform of the British Imperialist armed forces? Surely we cannot allow the possibility of another such breakdown of communication within the armies and navies which fight for your Queen? Has not something gone disastrously wrong when the right hand does not know what the left is doing to such an extent as this? If such a situation were to occur in our own Coast Guard we would consider it either incompetence or complicity, of course, I cannot speak for the much more precise and superior command and control structures of your British Imperialist nation. How should this issue be addressed, Forsyth? Your Eminence? Prince Enrique?" asks Olga quietly and slowly. "We wish only, of course, to ensure the safety of all those servants that fight in the name of their Monarch."

"I have to admit that this problem has me worried. And I have to wonder. Forsyth, how in God's name did the rest of your government allow this to happen? Where were the protests from them during the massacre and the fighting? I don't mean to sound rude, but I must admit that it looks highly suspicious."

"I have to admit that this problem has me worried. And I have to wonder. Forsyth, how in God's name did the rest of your government allow this to happen? Where were the protests from them during the massacre and the fighting? I don't mean to sound rude, but I must admit that it looks highly suspicious."

Olga looks towards the ceiling and then glances at the Cardinal as she asks: "After all, your Eminence, do we not want to assure that the nation of British Imperialism does not become like the 'dog that returns to his vomit', that the Good Book describes?"


OOC footnote: Proverbs 26:11

Seeing all this, I think Britain has got trouble enough, therefore The Habsburg Empire shall remain neutral.

(Be happy British :wink: )

Wrong post.

"I have to admit that this problem has me worried. And I have to wonder. Forsyth, how in God's name did the rest of your government allow this to happen? Where were the protests from them during the massacre and the fighting? I don't mean to sound rude, but I must admit that it looks highly suspicious."

Olga looks towards the ceiling and then glances at the Cardinal as she asks: "After all, your Eminence, do we not want to assure that the nation of British Imperialism does not become like the 'dog that returns to his vomit', that the Good Book describes?"


OOC footnote: Proverbs 26:11

Cardinal Mattias raises an eyebrow. "'And as ye would that men should do to you, do ye also to them likewise. For if ye love them which love you, what thank have ye? for sinners also love those that love them. And if ye do good to them which do good to you, what thank have ye? for sinners also do even the same.' To bring about the changes needed to make British Imperialism a good nation once again, we must start somewhere."


OOC: Luke 31-33

Cardinal Mattias raises an eyebrow. "'And as ye would that men should do to you, do ye also to them likewise. For if ye love them which love you, what thank have ye? for sinners also love those that love them. And if ye do good to them which do good to you, what thank have ye? for sinners also do even the same.' To bring about the changes needed to make British Imperialism a good nation once again, we must start somewhere."


OOC: Luke 31-33

Olga smiles a warm smile and nods at the Cardinal, "Yes, indeed. I am glad to see that we are all singing from the same hymn sheet. And as we all know the greatest commandment is 'Thou shalt love thy neighbour' - it is for love of the misled soldiers that suffered under the lead of Lord Stewart and those they fought and the civilians that suffered in this conflict that we ask these questions - love for them and also love for any who should find themselves in the same position if we do not act as best we are able to guarantee their futures. Why even for the soul of Lord Stewart, wherever it may be. As that great British poet WH Auden said 'We must love one another or die', did he not, Forsyth? Yet, in this world we all must die..." she pauses for a moment, and looks wistful, "It is our concern for the security of future soldiers and civilians that force us to face these issues, is it not? To face these difficult questions?"


OOC: Matthew 5:43

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She looks around her for a moment and then continues, "But enough of this, I believe the matter of reform is currently under examination. How should your nations proceed?"

She looks around her for a moment and then continues, "But enough of this, I believe the matter of reform is currently under examination. How should your nations proceed?"

"That's the problem. It is very difficult to protect yourself from your own militairy. Rebellions, uprisings, invasions, all are dealt with rather easily. But if your own militairy turns on you, or decides to go its own way....well, you get a war like this. Usually, you keep your militairy happy by paying them well and not throwing their lives away. But, it's obvious that Stewart and his men went renegade because of racism, so how you treat them won't matter. The only solution I can see is to dismiss those who truly supported Stewart. Remember however, that at least a fraction of the BI soldiers had to have been duped into thinking that their orders were from the Queen. I don't really want to believe that every last one of the renegade soldiers did what they did because they're racist."

Olga looks across at Prince Enrique and furrows run across her brow before she ventures: "I don't think we need believe that. I pray that we don't need to think that. What do we see when we look at the structure of British Imperialist society? We see an entire culture and economy which is built around its war machine, its armed forces. We see a nation in a perpetual state of total war. We see a people so dehumanised by their own culture that the are prepared to view their fellow men as 'sub-humans', but I don't believe this makes them racist. I believe a more complex mechanism is at work. I believe we see a war machine run amok."

"For what is the chief virtue of a militaristic nation? Obedience. The soldier that says 'Yes, sir I will', the individual that abnegates their own freedom of choice and immerses themselves in the machinery of receiving orders from above, compliance with them and issuing those orders to those below them in the pyramidal hierarchy."

"They become 'knights of faith'," her gaze flickers across at the Cardinal for a split second and she takes a breath before she continues, "but not like the 'knight of faith' as described by Kierkegaard. No, they are not like Abraham who denies his own desires and moral doubts and is prepared to sacrifice his own son, Isaac, in the name of obedience to God and a higher moral law. Instead they are knights of faith in the service of a machine. They are prepared to deny their own desires and moral uncertainties in the name of following orders from their human, oh, too human masters. They are prepared to sacrifice anything that they are commanded - be it their conscience, their fellow human beings, even themselves. In such a system as this - in such a war machine gone awry - maybe only then, in such a pure system of logistics without conscience, can we understand how one man's psychosis can become amplified through positive feedback by structures of obedience and infect a whole army. What was it that Tennyson wrote? -

'Someone had blunder'd:
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die'

If such is the case then the entire war machine may have to be dismantled in order to save the soldiers from themselves."

She pauses and takes a breath as she adjusts her thick glasses.

"But, forgive me, I am more used to stuffy meetings with farming representatives and tedious dispatch papers. I interrupt you men, pay no attention to my speculations that the only way to save British Imperialism from itself, from its culture of 'to do and die' spread through both civilian and military life like a virus, is to dismantle its entire war machine. I just fear that what is at issue here is not trying to save other nations from British Imperialism, but trying to save British Imperialism from itself. But I distract you men from your much more informed talk…"

After dispatching her maidservant Cera to her quarters, Princess Maire and her entourage follow alongside her husband Fionn MacDougal, President of The Holy Republic of Danu, into the debating chambers. Due to a splitting migrane, Princess Maire sits quitely and observes the proceedings. She will join in he discussion when her head clears. For now she is content to just listen.

Due to a splitting migrane, Princess Maire sits quitely and observes the proceedings. She will join in he discussion when her head clears. For now she is content to just listen.

A minor aide appears, and having sensed her discomfort, places a glass of chilled water and several codeine tablets before her on a small glass platter.

Cardinal Mattias stares back, and responds with "Dulce et decorum est, pro patria mori. In this day and age, men must be willing to die for their God. Not - however - for ill-conceived notions of racism." The last is clearly aimed at Forsyth. "But I think, with the agreement of British Imperialism, a regional defence group can be despatched to bring the rebels under rapid control."

"'Dulce et decorum est...', Horace, is it not? Indeed, but wasn't it Patton that said: 'no one ever won a war by dying for his country. You won it by making the other poor dumb bastard die for his country', no? It just seems to me that we have had a catastrophic failure within the British Imperialist armed forces. What are the aims and functions of the armed forces: to protect its civilian population, to protect its homeland, to protect its nation's economic interests, and to uphold those historic traditions which are worth maintaining? It appears to me that they have failed in all of these aims," she pauses and glances towards the representative of the British Imperialist government in exile before continuing, "I am, of course, very glad that they have succeeded in their function of protecting their monarch and government. So again I wonder, how should the British Imperialist armed forces be reformed to guarantee that such an incident can never happen again, Forsyth?"

"Perhaps I can attempt to answer some of your concerns. For the past few years the Queen has become much more of a symbolic rather then actual leader of our nation. Due to her advanced age, her mental state is not as it once was. Our scientists are working on methods to reverse that, but are only slowly making progress. As such she has had little to no actual control over the government. Lord Stewart was placed as Prime Minister a number of years ago. For some time we had peace and he led us to new prosperity both socially and economically. Then came the Irish invasion of Great Britain and after British nation seeking peace moved to a new region of BRITISH EMPIRE .
(GREAT BRITAIN INVADED BY IRISH FORCES

Region of Great Britain - (Ernie Toddle, staff writer) - AS I WRITE THIS shells from the Irish artillery are falling on the city of London. I’ve recently relocated to the crowded subway corridors where literally millions of British civilians have taken refuge. It is stuffy down here, and it reeks of poor sanitation, but the recurring question on everyone’s lips is “why?”

Great Britain hasn’t recovered yet from a joint German invasion (called by some as a ‘military exercise) that occurred approximately a week ago. Signs of the previous invaders, who have all since departed, remain to be seen everywhere. Even the regional factbook entry for Great Britain belatedly displays the final message of the departing conquerors.

“The colony of Great Britain rejoices to be under the Hohenzollern (German) throne,” the factbook entry proclaims. “Sing boldly ‘Deutschland, über alles!’”

Apparently, the new British delegate, the Democratic States of Jefferdex has never bothered to change the factbook entry after the Germans departed. Other reminders of the Germanic invaders include statues of the Kaiser on practically every street corner, a profuse amount of German currency remains in circulation, and most public signs are written in a bold German fraktur.

History aside, there are new invaders landing on the shores of Great Britain tonight. The invasion force seems to have originated from the region of Ireland, where the entire invasion has been dubbed “Operation Liberation.” The action seems to have captured the enthusiasm of many Irish nations, and as it stands now it is unlikely that Great Britain will be able to repel its invaders.

“When does war on Not-So-Great Britain commence?” asked the Minister of War of the Irish nation of The Quigan. “The people of the Quigan WILL be fully supporting any such stance. Lets free all the people living abroad - cruelly kidnapped from these shores many years ago, no doubt.”

At this time official reports from Ireland cannot be obtained, but WNT reporters are currently doing their best to get this information as quickly as possible.

Once again, Ireland has invaded the region of Great Britain and shells are falling on London at this time. The reasons, goals, or even the full scope of the invasion is not yet known.

Further bulletins as events warrant!)

(GREAT BRITAIN IS NOW AN IRISH COMMONWEALTH

Region of Great Britain - (Ernie Toddle, staff writer) - Operation Liberation has seen through to absolute victory. Ireland now controls Great Britain, with Eire Shamrock as the new ruling delegate. What few British troops were mustered to oppose the invasion were trampled by the Irish, who outnumbered the defenders nearly three to one. After London was captured the British surrendered unconditionally to the victorious invaders, who immediately replaced the Union Jack on the parliament flagpole with the Irish tricolor.

“This region is extremely quiet usually,” the former British foreign minister John Bull Kitchner said today from his prison cell. “But first the Germans came, and they put their bloody ghastly Imperial flag on our parliament building, and once we pulled it down the bloody ghastly Irish put their bloody ghastly bloody flag up there and it’s bloody ghastly, what what!”

“Our forces have smashed the British and the factbook has been updated,” said the president of Eire Shamrock, who is now the new Great Britain delegate. “The people have welcomed us as liberators from the rampaging Imperial German hordes.”

Other statements came from the Republic of Bohola’s spokeswoman Catherine McGuillicudy. “The stated aim of this occupation is to remove potential threats to the Irish region. GREAT Britain is part of this Axis of Weasels. As you may notice, we are receiving support from the ordinary nations in Britain. Operation Liberation has freed these oppressed people.”

The European World has not paid much attention to the invasion of Great Britain, and most regions are shrugging the operation off as almost trivial. “Let the Irish do whatever they want,” said the United Socialist States of Kov, who was backed in his statement by the USSR delegate RedCommunist and several other Soviet nations. “As long as they don’t bother us, we don’t have an opinion on this issue.”

In a very brief press conference today the Imperial German foreign minister, Wolfgang von Schplatz, made a few comments he hoped would clear up some apparently puzzling issues.

“Imperial Germany has never occupied Great Britain,” he said this morning. “The region of Germany, which is quite different from Imperial Germany, had previously occupied Great Britain but all forces have been withdrawn for nearly a week. We take mild offense to Eire Shamrock’s utterly false claim that the British have been liberated from the Imperial German ‘hordes.’ We kindly suggest that Eire Shamrock refrain from mentioning Imperial Germany in this situation that we have nothing whatsoever to do with.”

World News Tonight has received no official word from Irish sources pertaining to how long the occupation of Great Britain will last. We are relieved, however, that the military campaign is over and that peace has returned to the region.

Further bulletins as events warrant.)

(BRITISH EMPIRE ON THE RISE

London, BE - (Ernie Toddle, staff writer) - After first being tormented by German intruders and then wholly conquered by Irish invaders, the former British nations of GREAT Britain calmly formed the region of the British Empire.

"We were hoping they would put up more of a fight," said one of the Irish invaders, who was disappointed because of the quick British withdrawl.

It is clear that the British nations only desire to be left alone amongst themselves, and to steadily grow in peace. Sixteen nations have thus far joined the British on their new Blessed Isle with the hope of a bright and peaceful future.

As for the Irish, they seem to be very disappointed that the British didn't whine and complain. They seem to be looking for a new region to invade, which will kick and scream and, in other words, make it fun and worth their effort.

"Nations in this region enjoy the many benefits of being associated with British civilization and the wonderful landscape of the isles," said the British Empire delegate, Sir Jeff Nelson. "I would like to welcome everyone to the British Empire."

Further bulletins as events warrant!)

(EUROPEAN CONTINENT IN TURMOIL

WNT Center, Moscow - (Associated Press) - In many regions of Europe wars are raging out of control, and in many other regions war seems to loom above the horizon, liable to break out at any moment. But standing out above all other existing and impending conflicts is the crisis taking place along the USSR-North Alerica border.

Things were starting to settle down when a rogue Soviet nation named Jemison began spam-telegramming EVERY nation in North Alerica with unpleasant insults and provocative language. He even sent the message to nations that were only visiting North Alerica.

North Alerica requested permission to declare war on Jemison, which is a nation in the USSR, but RedCommunist, the Soviet delegate, refused. Popular opinion in North Alerica is leaning heavily for war, but it is doubtful that the NA government will jump into a situation that could rapidly spin out of control.

Meanwhile, after merely a day in power, The Deadly was replaced by Neu Deutschland as the German delegate. Sweeping changes have turned Germany from a Nationalist monarchy to a Socialist state, and Neu Deutschland has already allied with the USSR. The German region, shattered by internal conflicts, has not protested this alliance. Three months ago this likely would have sparked a civil war, but the nations there are exhausted and demoralized. A new, invigorating delegate with strong interregional ties may just be what Germany needs to recover.

In the shadow of the USSR-NA situation is the recent Irish offensives. The regions of Great Britain and British Empire have been wholly conquered by nations from Ireland, 32 County Irish Republic, and Realm of the Celts.

"We are planning another offensive against a region that has insulted Ireland," said Eire Shamrock, the self-announced ringleader of the Irish offenses. "We begin the offensive late tonight or early tomorrow."

It is anybody's guess as to which region is the next target of the Irish wars of conquest.

Further bulletins as events warrant!)

(IMPERIAL GERMANY FALLS TO IRISH INVADERS

WNT Center, Moscow - (Associated Press) - Tonight mothers from no less than six regions are weeping for their sons who now lie on the foggy battlefields in Imperial Germany. After seven hours of non-stop attacks, the Irish coalitions broke through the Imperial German defenses, and fate was then sealed.

At 7:04 Imperial German time General Helmuth von Moltke surrendered the 110,000 surviving troops of the Rheinlander Army. The alternative was a fight to the death.

"We have seen enough pain and suffering," Moltke said as he prepared to sign the articles of surrender. "While my army is willing to fight to the last man, enough mothers are already grieving, and it would be a shame to sacrifice such a superb army to such a futile end."

Kaiser Wilhelm II, while still insisting he is the popularly elected Emperor of Imperial Germany, took one of the last trains out of Königsberg to the region of Germany, where the USSR-administrated authorities welcomed him respectably.

Although the government has been seized by the Irish, several Imperial German nations are still bitterly resisting the invasion. Amid these fights come stories of unspeakable atrocities committed by the invaders.

"The first wave came at us without weapons except for sharpened sticks," said Gottlieb Scheer, a private of the Imperial Germany army. "They weren't even Irish. They were British prisoners captured by the Irish during their invasion of Great Britain and the British Empire. We had to mow them down, and they couldn't turn around, or the Irish would shoot them."

This frightful tactic had the desired effect; the Imperial German troops expended a tremendous amount of ammunition, and some thousands were "in tears and refusing to fire" at the helpless British.

Nonetheless, the Imperial German lines held for nearly seven hours of intense battle along a eighty-mile front. Charge after charge was repelled until ammuniton was expended. The defenders fixed bayonets and fell back to reserve positions, but the retreat was on.

Two hours later the Irish flag hung above the Imperial German palace in Königsberg.

The Irish authorities are claiming the "victory over the German oppressors" and the "liberation" of the Imperial German region, but the massive flow of refugees into Germany and the bitter resistance of the remaining Imperial German forces tend to indicate otherwise.

Further bulletins as events warrant.)



The Parlaiment due to devastating losses seeing that a strong leader was needed passed a War act granting full power to Lord Stewart for the duration of the conflict. Alas it was not enough and the Irish forces were able to conquer their targets. While not all the Irish treated the British citizens poorly(He looks at President MacDougal) quite a few commited many attrocties upon them. By the time they pulled out of their own volition London was in shlambles and the people cried out for Vengence. Slowly we pulled ourselves out of "the pits of hell",for we had no aid in rebuilding. We were deafeated and left to die. But die we did not. Unfortunately during this time the aged intolerance for the Irish grew into a full and total hatred by much of the population. And as evidenced by Hitler in Germany, Lord Stewart used this to rally the populace and consolidate power for himself. As economic problems increased and food shortages became common the people accepted his programs which gave them some hope. Of course the Irish were the cause of all of Britains misery. A scapegoat was found to blame all troubles on and to focus on for the future. Of course the Irish aggression at the time only helped to fuel such thoughts. We then received word of a group of nations in the region of 32 County Irish Republic defying the Irish at every turn. Once again we elected to endorse a single strong leader who would lead us to victory. Lord Stewart became that leader once more. The rebuilt armies followed him willingly and long to destroy the "Irsih scum". We entered into the situation with great enthusiasim. We were quite outnumbered for some time yet we would not be moved from that region. Our allies were the originators of the blood definitions Lord Stewart had proclaimed earlier.
(BRITISH NATIONS DECLARE OFFENSIVE PLANS

WNT Center, Dublin - (Ernie Toddle, staff writer) - British nations that occupy the region of 32 Irish Republic have recently announced that the "uncivilized Irish region" of Blarney Stone is being targeted for a British invasion.

"We bring both control and Civilization to you," said Lord Alexander Stewart, ruler of the nation of British Imperialism. "We look at the violent tendancies of the Irish nations against the Realm of the Celts, the British regions, and Imperial Germany, and without a stable ruling power this list will continue to grow."

"Come on people, our victory is nearly complete!" said The Empire of Great Britain and N I. "The Final Solution to the Irish Question must be carried out."

The Holy Empire of The unironed shirt also contributed a few comments into the whirlwind. "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."

The British have replied to World News Tonight inquiries, giving us their full reasons for the impending invasion. "Unchecked, the Irish continue to warmonger. When we recently turned them loose, thinking them to be 'grown up,' they immediately invaded GREAT Britain, then British Empire, and then Imperial Germany, leaving destruction in their wake. They must be contained once again, so that their warlike Neanderthal instincts will not bring harm to more regions."

Meanwhile, the Irish nations of Blarney Stone object bitterly to the British claims.

"We never asked you to 'civilize' us," said The People's Republic of Psychik tv, "if that's what you call trying to turn a brave, noble, fierce culture into limp wristed, crumpet eating, tea dinking pansies. Just make sure that you show up to get your asses whipped this time. Just like a limey...show up to a fight with tea-cup and snide remark."

Blarney Stone's government has issued orders for a "full mobilization" according to Psychik TV. Although peace talks are failing at this time, the Irish are very confident that the British will be defeated. The Irish claim that the British refuse all peace talks, and the British responded that the Irish armies never discussed peace in their prior invasions. Meanwhile, both sides mobilize troops and war looms closer.

"The days of British civilization are drawing to a close," said a government official in one of the Irish nations. "We intend to smash them back to the days when they cowered at the sound of the bodhran and trembled in fear at the mere thought of the Irish hordes."

Further Bulletins as Events Warrant! )


The Parliament unanimously granted Lord Stewart full and total control in order to enact vengence upon the Irish. We were intially successful, alas our military might was unable to deal with the Irish as they sought to cleanse the region of British.



(This just in:

Update: Department of Foriegn Affairs, Ireland

As the liberation of the 32 County Irish Republic region begins, the attack on the oppresive British is being led by
General Fionn MacDougal, and Chief of Staff, Queen Red.
Armoured divisions are making rapid progress, and meeting only weak resistance, mainly from British occupying forces, upset at having their crumpets crushed by Tank treads.

Salvos of Cruise missiles have been fired by the MacCool Navy, and have already shattered morale, and dozens of Teacups.

Air support is on its way, with a contingent of F-15's from Bohola, B-52's from Eire Shamrock, and Helicopter Gunships from the Fightin Irish.
Ground troops are massing in an undisclosed location, and do not expect much resistance from the limp-wristed British forces.

The battle continues...

Republic of Bohola,
Minister for Foriegn Affairs, Ireland

MASSIVE NAVAL BATTLE BETWEEN IRISH AND BRITISH FLEETS

Major Encounter Takes Place in the St. George's Channel

WNT Center, London - (Biff Woofnuffski, staff writer) - Admiral Sir John Jellicoe of the British Home Fleet did not expect to have a battle when he led the fleet as it sailed from Liverpool through the Irish Sea to the St. George's Channel. However, reconnaisance aircraft from an Irish aircraft carrier of the nation of Psychik TV observed the British fleet and the Psychik TV navy changed course earlier tonight to intercept the British.

Aerial bombs struck the first blow as the British light cruiser H.M.S. Black Prince was severely damaged by a direct hit from an Irish dive-bomber. Three hours later the crew abandoned the Black Prince, and the mortally wounded ship was scuttled.

The pride of the Irish fleet, the three dreadnoughts Cú Chulainn, Boadicea, and St. Patrick, hoisted battle pendants and steamed directly across the path of the British fleet. At a range of 14 miles the heavy guns of the capital ships opened fire, and a running gunfight ensued. The Irish ships, built under license of the German 'Kaiser' class battleship, immediately scored hits on the leading British warships.

No less than three British ships exploded after being hit; the Indefatigable, the Invincible, and the Queen Mary all erupted in balls of flame after their magazines exploded. The current theory is that Irish shells struck the British gun turrets, and the lack of flash doors send the blasts directly into the magazines. Fortunately, the German-designed Irish battleships did not share this weakness.

After nearly an hour of constant shelling the St. Patrick was struck repeatedly by British shells and fell out of line, belching flame and smoke. The crew abandoned ship and the survivors were rescued by British destroyers, while the St. Patrick slipped forever under the oily waters.

Outgunned by the sheer size of the British fleet, the remaining Irish ships retreated to their harbor behind a smokescreen. Badly battered but not defeated, the Irish were quick to celebrate what they called a "resounding victory over the British."

The British declared a tactical victory, as they forced the Irish to return to the protection of their harbor defenses.

Many believe this naval conflict will soon lead to a massive land war between Ireland and Britain, and this end is exactly what many nations desire on both sides.

"The Irish aggression must be stopped," said Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth the Second.

"The British must pay for their thousand year crime," retorted The People's Republic of Psychik tv.

Both sides are rallying their troops amid shouts of "freedom" and "liberation," although the staff at World News Tonight tend to believe that the only victor of this war will be the Grim Reaper.

Further bulletins as events warrant!


BRITISH ARMIES SMASHED NEAR IRISH TOWN OF TIPPERARY IN FIRST MAJOR BATTLE OF THE WAR

Most Irish Territory Retaken by Irish Troops Following Ground Forces Victory

WNT Center, Dublin - (Fred Ziffle, staff writer) - For the British troops, it is indeed a 'long way to Tipperary' although they are camped merely 12 miles from the war-town town. After a six hour battle of epic proportions the Irish managed to repel every British assault and remain in control of Tipperary. Despite continuing shell fire from the British artillery, the Irish defenses continue to improve and the 12 miles between the British troops and the much sought-for town of Tipperary might as well be a thousand miles.

The Battle of Tipperary was a disaster all around for the British, who initially severely underestimated their Irish opponents. Fourteen thousand British troops composed the first assault wave against the town, which was believed to be defended by "a few pathetic Irish militia with German-supplied rifles." The shock to the British could not have been greater.

Fifteen hundred English youths lay sprawled on the battlefield after fierce Irish resistance repelled the initial assault. Intense machinegun fire raked the long, orderly columns of British troops and the accuracy of the Irish rifle fire exceeded even the most pessimistic British general's expectations.

Shocked and bloodied, but not yet defeated, the British withdrew and began organizing an even stronger attack. From the smoky defenses outside of Tipperary the Irish began to sing "A Nation Once Again" which only served to infuriate the British generals in command. This time no less than twenty-one thousand British troops were sent forward, in battle formation rather than parade columns. The Irish were waiting for them.

Again the slaughter was immense. The British broke through the Irish lines in several locations only to find a second Irish line of defense behind the first. Unable to hold the ground they had gained, the British withdrew again after suffering 50% casualties in some cases. Over nine hundred British prisoners were taken by the Irish, and the total Irish casualties amounted to merely 350 killed or wounded.

It seems that the tide has turned against the British in their campaign to end the "aggressiveness of the Irish savages." The British general in command of the B.E.F. in Ireland called upon his troops to "fight to the last man, never allow yourselves to be captured by the Irish, for they will pour salt in your eyes and force you to devour your own toes." Contrary to his advice, many hundreds of British have surrendered and the remnants of the shattered British army are now encamped 12 miles from Tipperary, nursing their many wounds and burying their many dead.

Further bulletins as events warrant)


Even though our forces were being decimated we resolved to remain steadfast. Our adversaries had other intentions though.


(WAR IN GREAT BRITAIN ABOUT TO BEGIN

Conflict Returns to Region Again

WNT Center, London - (Ernie Toddle, staff writer) - All over Great Britain thousands of British troops are hastily building defenses and preparing for an Irish invasion.

"You are done. We are taking this region back," said Eire Shamrock, the leader of the Irish invading forces.

World News Tonight speculates that the Irish attack on Great Britain is in response to the ongoing war between British and Irish nations in 32 County Irish Republic. In that region the British briefly gained control of the delegate position and used their short-lived success to mock the Irish with much enthusiasm. However, reenforcements arrived in the region and the British are now retreating.

"If GREAT Britain has any ties with the British nations in 32 County Irish Republic, then Imperial Germany declares war on this region," said August von Ritter, the Imperial Germany diplomat. "The British regions have insulted and mocked our glorious Kaiser and our noble nation, and have called us Nazis. This shall not go on any longer."

Although Imperial Germany has not officially declared war yet, numerous reports have come to World News Tonight saying that the massive Imperial German High Seas Fleet, roughly the same size as the British Navy, has left its port at Königsberg and is currently steaming towards the U.K.

"The British are in deep, deep trouble," said World News Tonight military analyst Ernie Toddle. "First of all, their allies are all off fighting in 32 County Irish Republic. If they withdraw to Great Britain, that frees up numerous Irish Nations in 32 County to come to Great Britain and invade. Either way, the British are heavily outnumbered even without Imperial German aid."

Eire Shamrock called upon the British to surrender at once and avoid any loss of life. There was no response from the British.

Further bulletins as events warrant!)

These actions served to supply us with much needed allies in our battle. Yet after much conflict it was decided in peace negotiations between Danu and a number of British nations that we would pull out of 32 County and they would leave Great Britain. Our allies in 32 decline the offer and stayed until ejected. We retreated to Great Britain and stayed there for some time licking our wounds until we received word of our allies from 32 forming a region of their own. For the next few years our hatred of the Irish increased as we ammased our military and grew in wealth. Lord Stewart retained control and brought our nation back from ruin. While we all knew and agreed upon the actions to restore our nation, the home office did not know the plans of Lord Stewart or the extent to which he would go. I am sorry to be so long winded but you did ask how this cme to be, did you not?"

OOC:Sorry for the long history lesson. But it needed to be examined.

We support any country which sends marchers, apart from Catholic ones. We have around 4 or 5 countries who have sent large groups of marchers. Also, many tourists like to join in. You never know, some of the people who argue against me could have marchers alongside me and my countrymen.

Lt. Colonel Trevelyan (retired) is a rather portly man with a jovial twinkle in his eyes. He is accompanied by a pair of men in fancy uniform (tabs marking them as seargant and corpral(medical) respectively) who are armed with very ornate 5' staves which are obviously largely ceremonial. The two guards take up positions near the walls, keeping an eye onthings, but making no moves to get involved in anything.

Trevelyan listens politely to the speaking and almost nods off during the history lesson in a manner that is probably deliberate for the purposes of humour. He stands to make his speach.

"Well let me see. We have three main areas of concern. 1) the safety of British imperialism, 2) the safety of others _from_ British Imperialism" *he chuckles a little at that one* "and 3) the punishment of those guilty of atrocities."
*he checks these off on his fingers as he says each.*

"Do we have any suggestions from the floor... oh, Pardon me... I usurp the chair. Excuse me." *Trevelyan resumes his seat.

"Well let me see. We have three main areas of concern. 1) the safety of British imperialism, 2) the safety of others _from_ British Imperialism" *he chuckles a little at that one* "and 3) the punishment of those guilty of atrocities."
*he checks these off on his fingers as he says each.*

"...and 4.) The safety of British Imperialism from itself..." adds Olga Chinaski in a clearly audible stage whisper.

"Do we have any suggestions from the floor... oh, Pardon me... I usurp the chair. Excuse me." *Trevelyan resumes his seat.


"The representative for Tarrican need not worry about such formalities. This little event was initially just a social dinner for consular staff, held to celebrate the return of our fishing fleet to active service after their usual stocks had become contaminated. It appears that our seafood has an international reputation far beyond our wildest imaginings, when one looks around at all the august figures from the world stage that chose to attend," she smiles, self-mockingly.

"Thank you, Mr. Forsyth, for that historical perspective, but it still leaves a great deal of questions hanging in the air. As a neutral nation we are primarily interested in seeing that such an international incident as this cannot be repeated. So, how did Lord Stewart manage to blind the rest of British Imperialism's armed forces to the actions he was carrying out in their name? Correct me if I am wrong, but the BI satellite system was not destroyed until well into the conflict, no? And surely the voices of outrage that greeted the treatment of the 32 County Irish Republic were heard around the world, so were they not also heard by the majority of British Imperialist armed forces, or were they aware and did they chose to remain silent?"

"And having seen the ruin that he brought down upon his people, we are interested in seeing that such a figure as Lord Stewart could not again seize the reins of power in Mr. Forsyth's country. somehow I am reminded of that other British Prime Minister, Churchill, what was it he so famously said? - 'I am strongly in favor of using poisoned gas against uncivilized tribes.' It appears that the British people have failed to learn from the mistakes made in their own long history. We dearly hope that they shall learn their lessons well this time, and that the next time they try to 'Civilize the Goddless savages' they do so in more compassionate ways."

She pauses and glances at her notes before continuing, "But, I have taken up far too much of your time, people. I am sure you all have your own issues that you wish to see resolved. Anyone?"

Cardinal Mattias smiles at Olga paternally. "Dulce et decorum est is a famour anti-war poem by Wilfrid Owen ... I recommend you read it. It was in that context I used the phrase."

He listens gravely as the history is explained. "Shamed though I am to say it of fellow Catholic nations, it would appear that the Irish nations and their leaders General Fionn MacDougal, Queen Red, and Eire Shamrock are godless warmongerers. I shall report these matters to the High Council and await their response."

"However, gentlemen, I put forward the following proposition. Vyse King of Rogues and all other Irish forces to begin withdrawal from British Imperialism tomorrow. A taskforce set up by the nation of Murderous Tendencies will begin landings at Glasgow, Liverpool, Newcastle, Portsmouth, Dover, and Cardiff and start to help pacify the rebels. After a complete pacification is complete, all remaining units will be returned to the office of Queen Victoria. In addition to which ... Mr Forsyth, the medical facilities of Whispering Voices are in line with what one might expect from one of the most advanced biotech nations in the world - truly our specialty - and I would imagine a team from the Royal Institute of Genetic Research could be provided to help prevent and reverse stem cell decay in her Majesty."

He takes a sip of water. "I would also like to complete the welcome of British Imperialism to the Devils Desert, and reiterate that standard Whispering Voices policy is to meet with all necessary force the encroachment of an extra-regional nation upon a regional neighbour. That would, now, mean foreign forces upon the shores of Britain. On a not-unrelated note, I would like to put the services of the 4th, 5th, and 6th Expeditions at the side of Mr Forsyth. Returned from crushing the Eldar coup in Raem, and now fully refitted. Obviously, they will be under orders to ensure extra-regional forces are dealt with. We don't permit rogue nations within our defence network."

"Yes, indeed I am aware of Owen's quoting of the passage - it tells of a poison gas attack, does it not? I believe those scenes are all very familiar to us from recent days." She says before returning to making her scribbled notes.

"My lady there seems to be more that you wish to be said. Pray do not hold your tongue. Say what you wish." Returning her stare with a look of indifference.

For a moment Olga Chinaski looks confused in response to Forsyth's prompting, before asking: "Was I staring? - pardon me, my mind was on other things. I was just wondering when Lavallin will be tendering their resignation from the United Nations, and exactly which part of the resolution on the elimination of bio weapons they didn't quite understand. That was all, forgive me, I wasn't meaning to unsettle you, Forsyth." With that she picks out a sheet of paper from her folder and begins making indecipherable notes in shorthand, whilst occasionally flicking glances in the general direction of the representative of the People's Republic of Psychik tv.

"My appologies then. I must be a bit jumpy considering the situation. Yes President MacDougal you do make a good point. We all wish peace, let us begin the process of securing peace for our nations."


Ooc: if bioweapons appied to animals then bomb sniffing dogs and other types of dogs and animals used would be outlawed.

"My lady there seems to be more that you wish to be said. Pray do not hold your tongue. Say what you wish." Returning her stare with a look of indifference.

For a moment Olga Chinaski looks confused in response to Forsyth's prompting, before asking: "Was I staring? - pardon me, my mind was on other things. I was just wondering when Lavallin will be tendering their resignation from the United Nations, and exactly which part of the resolution on the elimination of bio weapons they didn't quite understand. That was all, forgive me, I wasn't meaning to unsettle you, Forsyth." With that she picks out a sheet of paper from her folder and begins making indecipherable notes in shorthand, whilst occasionally flicking glances in the general direction of the representative of the People's Republic of Psychik tv.


Lavallin delegate overhearing breaks in:

Raptors are no different then Dogs used in other wars.

More to point Madame, is that BI used actual bio weapons , uncontrollable bio weapons such as the flesh eating virius which unlike raptors is indiscriminate in who it harms, releasing into the world a possiable worldwide plague.
Lavallin will not resign from the UN however BI perhaps should Madame.

Trevelyan seems amused by the drive of the Whispering Voices delegate, and tries to steer that conversation towards the points that Olga Chinaski made.

"Well, it seems to me that we can find a solution to this, although it may take a while to explain so forgive me if I ramble." *He takes a sip of water before beginning*

"I would like to think, ladies and gentleman, that any man in the army in which I once served would have ignored an order to deploy biological agents. Especially on civilian targets and even moreso on their own civilians. I am disturbed by the existance of a military force who would willingly press a button, knowing it would release such agents on their own friends and family." *The jovial twinkle in his eye disappears briefly as his gaze traverses each delegate in turn with the exception of their hostess.* "I guess maybe I get disturbed a lot, in my line of work."

"Ah well, my point is that there is such a thing as an illegal order and more importantly there is such a thing as an immoral order. And the morals and ideals of the armed forces of British Imperialism have clearly been tarnished beyond hope if they cannot recognise one of these when it sprays their own people with deadly toxins! That is why I should suggest that their Armed forces should be entirely disbanded."

*He raises his hands to forestall comment.* "Now, honoured delegates, please here me out... try the fish canupe's they are rather good. This would not put British Imperialism in any danger as I am sure Whispering Voices will reassure you that the Fiefdom of Murderous Tendencies," *he looks askance at the name* "backed by the Devil's Desert Defence Pact, is capable of protecting the realm from anything short of a Melkor-Sirithil alliance. Now, the removal of this armed force would also, I would guess, satisfy the Nations of Ireland that British Imperialism is no longer a threat to them. Thus occupying Irish forces could be withdrawn without a fear for safety... where their presence as occupiers is almost certainly causing trouble amoung the populace as we speak. The British rebels can be rounded up with relative ease also, as they are the ones still running around in tanks, you see."

"Then, of course we can rebuild their military from the bottom up... instilling in it senses of pride and nobility, honour and morality that have clearly been lacking in the current institution. And also return their sense of loyalty back towards the Crown, where it belongs. Though Tarrican shed its monarchy with the exile of House Tarric, we are not prejudice against others who still retain them... and we are well aware that men who are loyal to an institution with little political power are less easily corrupted by the politics of a realm."
"This would take time, dedication and effort, but it would restore peace, British dignity and the of the world in general: for the less nations ready to deploy biological agents as weapons, the better!" *His eyes do flick to Lavallin at that point, but you'd have to be quick to have spotted it.

"Your thoughts, Madame Chinaski?"

Raptors are no different then Dogs used in other wars.

More to point Madame, is that BI used actual bio weapons , uncontrollable bio weapons such as the flesh eating virius which unlike raptors is indiscriminate in who it harms, releasing into the world a possiable worldwide plague.
Lavallin will not resign from the UN however BI perhaps should Madame.

"The discression of an attack dog, sir, is in the control of its handlers. Without the commands of its handler, anything with the viscious temprement to be used as an attack creature would surely kill in an indiscriminate fashion. The use of Raptors in the role of dogs is a trifle grotesque, but not generally bad. The deployment of thousands of unsupervised attack dogs into a civilian environment would be a cruel travesty... though not, alas, a breach of biological agent regulations."

"My lady there seems to be more that you wish to be said. Pray do not hold your tongue. Say what you wish." Returning her stare with a look of indifference.

For a moment Olga Chinaski looks confused in response to Forsyth's prompting, before asking: "Was I staring? - pardon me, my mind was on other things. I was just wondering when Lavallin will be tendering their resignation from the United Nations, and exactly which part of the resolution on the elimination of bio weapons they didn't quite understand. That was all, forgive me, I wasn't meaning to unsettle you, Forsyth." With that she picks out a sheet of paper from her folder and begins making indecipherable notes in shorthand, whilst occasionally flicking glances in the general direction of the representative of the People's Republic of Psychik tv.


Lavallin delegate overhearing breaks in:

Raptors are no different then Dogs used in other wars.

More to point Madame, is that BI used actual bio weapons , uncontrollable bio weapons such as the flesh eating virius which unlike raptors is indiscriminate in who it harms, releasing into the world a possiable worldwide plague.
Lavallin will not resign from the UN however BI perhaps should Madame.

"Sir, I would point out that British Imperialism neither has been part of nor plans to join the UN. Thus we are not subject to its laws. But the government in exile of BI is against the use of Bio weapons for any purpose. We have launched an investigation into how these items came to be in our inventory and how our military came to be willing to use it. I assure you good people that we will get to the bottom of this.

His phone rings"Pardon me, I shall return shortly." He walks a short distance away. After a few moments he returns.

"It seems that the evidence points to a concentrated plot to use the military might of BI for personal vengence. In all a small percentage of the BI military had any knowledge of his plans or approved of his actions. Despite the satellite systems it appears that most units were in a communication blackout with a timetable and orders for only a conventional assault in future on 32 Irish. We have learned from a suicide note left by one of our Admirals that he was in league with Stewart and the nature of the plot. If you wish I have the details and can convey tehm to you?"

OOC: Allergies...killing me...can't think ..
Will post as soon as I am feelingb better. I have been following the thread and remain informed.

OOCly:
And yes, I did say those things that Forsythe so nicely shared with the delegation during his history lesson but I never instigated a war; I defended my homeland.

Cardinal Mattias remains grim during the speech of the Tarricani ambassador, but right at the end catches his eye ...

Good cop, bad cop. Works so well, he thinks, and gives the tiniest and briefest of smiles.

"The use and abuse of animals is cruelty when done in such a manner. As well to drop your own children on the enemy after starving them and teaching them to eat meat, yes? Where your idea of 'attack dogs' came from I don't know. Dogs are used for sniffing out substances and for guarding premises. They are not, as a rule, used by any nations in wartime to attack civilians. I refer you to the Soviet Union's attempted use of such. In fact, quite how you managed to make raptors at all when you're stupid enough to use them in such a way is - quite frankly - a mystery. I can only assume your scientists are more intelligent than your military strategists."

The Cardinal pauses, but only briefly. "So, Forsyth. How does Tarrican's idea strike you? It's certainly not what I had in mind, but it's a darn sight better than the alternative."

We all wish peace, let us begin the process of securing peace for our nations."

IC: Sir RedHand O'Neill III, High King of the Free Republic of the Northern Irish Freedom, storms into the debate without thought of turn, protocol, or politeness. After all, his brother and Patrick's entire family were melted by BI's biological atrocities. Pictures of their remains as found are slung across the room for maximum effect. He does not sit down. He does not offer welcomes. In fact, he begins.

"How some nations' memories are so short absolutely confounds me!

32 County Irish Republic, including the individual nations seated within her borders, had most CERTAINLY secured peace for ourselves before the unprovoked, unwarranted, and UNHOLY British invasion. That little descriptive was provided to remind you holy rollers out to turn this rape of our homeland into your sick little Protestant/Catholic debate of our REAL loss. Does Jesus love biological weapons? Only if they're pointed at the devil, I should think. Turn around. You're preaching to the choir.

Psychik was defending her family, her home, and her neighbors. From who? Well well, imagine that! ANOTHER British invasion! Keep this up, BI, and we'll have a REAL reason to hate you. 912 million of us need no further excuse. Don't make this current situation sound like you are the victim. Rogue leaders or not, this is STILL your sin.

Slink back, tail between your legs, to your "mentally incapacitated" queen mum, as if she was ever mentally capable, and beg her forgiveness for losing a war you never had a chance in Hell of winning. Just WHAT did you think you would accomplish? If it was to provoke and encourage even more anti-British sentiment from the Irish, I guess you lost there, too. 1,000 years of illegal occupation has tempered our hatred well beyond anything your infantile scheming could hope to fester!"

He looks to Princess Marie and Fionn, two close friends and wholly equal victims in this bloody mess. He admired their calm, their reserve. Not qualities one would often find in Irish leaders. Taking a deep breath, he slams his fist on the table, looks at the British ambassadors, and points at the very disturbing pictures flung all about the room.

"THERE is the real loss! Millions of MY countrymen, MY family, melted down into something that... that... DEFIES DESCRIPTION! How could you ever tell that these pools of toxic waste were ever HUMAN?! I think I'll go add these pictures to the family yearbook! My grandchildren’s grandchildren will have first-hand 100% true undeniable PROOF of what has happened here so that THEY never develop memory problems!"

He takes another deep breath. Having said some of his peace, his face drains of the enraged red, muscles begin to relax, teeth still clinched tight.

"I must waive all of my negotiating rights to Princess Marie and Fionn. They represent the people left in 32 County Irish Republic who can still look you people in the eye."

With that, the leader of an enraged nation takes his leave and prepares for the trip home, rather what's left of it. He leaves the visual aids behind; the real thing lies just outside his front door.

The Fiefdom of Huahin is to assist British Imperialism in their conquest of the Irish Republic. Their Navy has already set sail to the Channel to help as required. Anyone who tries to stop us will be eliminated.

Cardinal Mattias laughs out loud as the Northern Irish Freedom delegate storms in, and then storms out.

"Sadly, had he looked back further in history, I'm sure he would have seen due cause. It's odd that people take war so personally - once they lose someone. The driving of British troops in front of German guns, I notice he didn't condemn that."

Hello,i see a reason to help great britian in it's cause,therefore germany shall assist you in this great indevor...give us permission assist you...and we shall send a fleet of ships and tornado aircraft..also ground troops such as Kommando Spezialkraefte....danke..

"Well, pulling our troops out of BI might be a problem. It can be done, but it will take a while, due to a current shortage of transports, as well as continued attacks by those BI soldiers who are just too crazy to give up. And, once we leave, we won't be able to help rebuild. All our resources will be going to a conflict in Esparanza. As to the idea of disarming the BI militairy. It sounds like a good plan to me. Whispering Voices should be able to protect BI while its militairy is rebuilt, the right way."

Hello,i see a reason to help great britian in it's cause,therefore germany shall assist you in this great indevor...give us permission assist you...and we shall send a fleet of ships and tornado aircraft..also ground troops such as Kommando Spezialkraefte....danke..

It never ceases to amaze me, how so many stupid fools keep on trying to join a war that is in many respects over. Go home you idiot. The war is finished. If you persist in sending your armed forces into BI, we will be forced to destroy you as well.

The Fiefdom of Huahin is to assist British Imperialism in their conquest of the Irish Republic. Their Navy has already set sail to the Channel to help as required. Anyone who tries to stop us will be eliminated.

Alright, that's enough. War's over people! I swear, the next idiot who tries to get involved is gonna have 10,000 missiles shoved down his throat. Go home! You're too late!

Cardinal Mattias picks up a couple of the pictures, and looks at them.

"Reminds me of that Ghostbusters ectoplasm my nephew used to play with."

He turns to the Vyse representative. "Transports won't be a problem. We have many. Just head to the coast."

I have decided to send troops to support British Imperialism........only joking Roguey!!

"Mr Forsyth has done a remarkable job reveiwing most of the recent history, but he has downplayed a number of facts. First off the reasons for the Irish offensive in the 32 County Irish Republic. This was the call that was answered by many Irish, myself included.

We the region of 32 County Irish Republic are calling
on all Nations of Irish decent.
The Brits have moved in here trying to gain hold.
I plead with all Irish that this would be a terrible loss to
our Heritage. I am asking any Irish Nations if they could
move to our region, even if it is for a short time, and vote for a new UN Delegate. Our current UN Delegate has taken to absenteism.
The Brits are about to use the "Waterford Act" against us.
Which was created by Cromwell of all people. Here is the Act.
"it was resolved by the judges of England, to whom the question was by the Privy Council referred, that the Irish Act against "absentees" did not only take away from the Earl of Waterford the possessions which were given to him at the time of his creation, but also the dignity itself."
Let us not stand alone against the evil "Kill the Irish" coalition, and let
them rule our 32 County Irish Republic. I beg you, that no Brits rule our
region.
Thank you for listening.
~Queen Red~
The Kingdom of MacCool
Where the ocean kisses Ireland!

They were the ones who institueted the "blood definitions" and used those to murder thousands of innocent civilians. The hung numerous offenders off bridges and buildings with piano wire. Filled numerous mass graves with the bodies of my countrymen and women. Tried on numerous occasions to kill myself and my friends. And I am a godless warmonger?

When we occupied Great Britain we were benevolent rulers:

GREAT Britain
World Factbook Entry: The Irish, considered the best looking, funniest, and smartest race of the British Isles, finally conquered their longtime foe with the help of united Celtic armies. The Irish are beneficent, unlike their old English masters, and offer fair terms to the Brits to share in the worldwide Irish Empire. Thanks to Knock, Danu, Fighting Irish and the lads ;-) Our day has finally come!

We fought to end the travesties commited for 1000 years by our British overlords. Yet still they continued on. Despite our only wish to have our land to ourselves. Yet still the depravations of but a few nations caused outrage in many. An attempt to hang Queen Red and the continued slaughter of men and women, children and elderly led us to our actions. I will admit that my rage got the better of me when I issued the order:

Due to the atrocities committed against the Irish population in these British countries The Kingdom of Bohemia-Moravia, Eurasia, and The Dominion of British Imperialism, the forces sent in on the frontlines against the Germans were those captured British convicted of crimes against the Irish race. We understand if this is in defiance of current international law, yet our ire has been raised by their actions in the 32 County Irish Republic and British Empire. We of Danu wish for the truth to be known, and suggest that the media investigate these brutal British policies towards Irish nationals. Thank you.

Fionn MacDougal

I do not reget my actions. But to have the sacrifcies of so many of my people belittled does not sit well with me. When we captured the British Empire while still more benevolent then our previous lords, we were hardened by their actions.

Today the light of freedom shines bright for the Irish throughout the British Empire. We remember all those who died to make this day possible. May all Irish rejoice this day. Erin Go Bragh! Let this show that the Fenian spirit is not dead. Thanks to all who made this victory possible. Let this day burn in the memories of the British for aeons to come. "Pip pip, tut tut, and all that rut!"



I am sorry to ramble but the memories of what we had to endure galls me. The blood of my people stains the land and their souls cry for justice. Let us strive for an end to this so that all may try to put the past behind us. While we will never forget we must be able to move forward."

"It seems that the evidence points to a concentrated plot to use the military might of BI for personal vengence. In all a small percentage of the BI military had any knowledge of his plans or approved of his actions. Despite the satellite systems it appears that most units were in a communication blackout with a timetable and orders for only a conventional assault in future on 32 Irish. We have learned from a suicide note left by one of our Admirals that he was in league with Stewart and the nature of the plot. If you wish I have the details and can convey tehm to you?"


Please do so, it may help to decide who we have prisioner are lackeys and who are the ones responsiable and should pay the price of their actions...

One day, the British will conquer you all!

The Fiefdom of Huahin is to assist British Imperialism in their conquest of the Irish Republic. Their Navy has already set sail to the Channel to help as required. Anyone who tries to stop us will be eliminated.


You sure you wish to press your luck?

OOC: odd say sail up the channel considering all the various Lavallin and allied warships filling it and the seas in and around Britain and Ireland

Do read some older posts..

Not to mention all the hulks of British ships sunk.

The Fiefdom of Huahin is to assist British Imperialism in their conquest of the Irish Republic. Their Navy has already set sail to the Channel to help as required. Anyone who tries to stop us will be eliminated.


You sure you wish to press your luck?

OOC: odd say sail up the channel considering all the various Lavallin and allied warships filling it and the seas in and around Britain and Ireland

Do read some older posts..

Not to mention all the hulks of British ships sunk.

I have decided to send troops to support British Imperialism........only joking Roguey!!

"That is rather rude and utterly unfunny. Please have the decency to respect those of us here who are striving for peace. If you haven't tried just a little too much of our good hosts wine, then I suggest you turn your... ample... wit towards resolving matters at hand!"
*Trevelyan softens this remark with a smile.*

"The tale told by the chap from Northern Irish Freedom is yet another example that war has visited upon both sides of this conflict... yet as we stand now each side of this ancient divide is wanting peace. If they were to be rebuffed now then both sides go away with the feeling that their attempts for peace have been cast asside by the enemy... now we have the chance to reinforce the good will between people, for someday a line must be drawn under the atrocities of the past when good men say 'no more killing'. And the longer the trail of blood the harder this will be. Aye, it is difficult to leave behind those we held dear... but to continue the war in their name is as great a blasphemy as can be seen. We cannot change what has been no matter how much we may wish to... but we can be sure it never happens again."

*He looks sympatheticly after the departed man.*
"I know that this will be a cold comfort to the people of Northern Irish Freedom... but it will mean that their descendants never need fear unwarrented British agression."

Northern Irish Freedom?? British aggressors?? Sorry, we are LOYALISTS!!! We are British, and we hate Ireland.

Olga Chinaski appears to be hectically scribbling minutes in order to keep up with the sudden twists and turns of the discussion. She looks like she is ready to speak at several points, but then returns to her scrawlings. As the representative for Northern Ireland Freedom enters the hall she calls over a member of security staff and begins a whispered discussion with him. She appears satisfied with the result, but the newly arrived representative has already departed, and his rapid passage past her seat at the table has scattered her papers into disarray. A frown crosses her face as she begins to sort through them. She glances up at the Lt. Colonel and says to him, "Oh please, representative for Tarrican, don't address me as 'Madame Chinaski', - it makes me sound like the keeper of an exotic brothel. We do not hang on ceremony here, but if you wish to remain formal I would prefer Ms. Chinaski." She pauses and searches for a sheet of paper amidst the chaos in front of her, but is unable to immediately locate it. She looks to the representative for Lavallin and says, "You must pardon me, but I have rather lost my place here, I will respond once I have my minutes in order," and returns to rifling through the disordered pages. She appears rather entertained by the sudden rush of activity which has gripped the meeting.

One sheet from Ms. Chinaski's notes has slid halfway down the table. On it can be read her list of those in attendance in the Bodies Without Organs conference hall:

Representative of British Imperialism
Representative of Danu
Representative of Psychik tv
Representative of Lavallin
Representative of Vyse
Representative of Whispering Voices
Representative of Tarrican
Representative of Bodies Without Organs
Representative of Northern Irish Freedom (briefly)

Cardinal Mattias looks interested during the recitation of the other version of history. At one point, however, he laughs out loud.

"Excuse me for my cynicism, but if Whispering Voices took a region and slaughtered every single citizen in it - we could alter the world factbook description to describe ourselves as 'better than the previous inhabitants'.
Also, I gather from the post that "the Brits *are about to* use the Waterford act on you". That implies you fought before they struck. But - that doesn't really matter. British lands can now be vacated and returned to their owners, British Imperialism pacified and turned into a constructive country ... if, that is, people want to accept Trevelyan's proposal."

He pauses, and looks briefly attentive, as if listening to something.

"And the Fifth to Tenth Expeditions of the Fiefdom of Murderous Tendencies can provide all required transportation for Vyse land materiel on British Imperialism property."

OOC:To all nations offering aid. We are grateful for your offers of assistance. But at this time is not needed. However in future we will welcome your aid. Please TM me for details.

IC:"Very well then I shall continue." He glares at President MacDougal" If you are done. Very well then. It seems that Lord Stewart hatched this plan with a number of BI generals and tha admirality. They transfered a majority of the BI military to her Majesties overseas colonies. Our investigation shows that most of the military was oblivious to Lord Stewarts plot and were moved away from BI for that reason. Most of the officers that had served in the previous wars with the Irish were in toral support for this plan. But this was on whole only a small percentage of the total military listed before the conflict as standing at 40 million some personell. Lord Stewart had worked hard to keep his true agenda hidden from her Majesty and all ministers not privy to his plan. In fact we are still learning the true extent of the conspiracy."

"Oh yes and Prince Enrique. According to our latest information it seems that the forces harassing your troops are the remnants of over 2 million paramilitaries raised by Lord Stewart. The military forces that had remained were stationed in the cities and were most likely destroyed in the bombardment. "

Having found her place in her notes the representative for Bodies Without Organs looks around her and responds to the representative for Lavallin: "Certainly dogs and other animals have been used in other wars, but in what ways - sniffer dogs have been used to track individuals and to detect drugs or explosives. Clearly these would be counted as weapons if and only if one was also prepared to count a telescope or a radar network as weapons. They are merely tools used in the gathering of intelligence. How else are dogs used in war? As attack dogs or guard dogs. What is their function here? - to intimidate, immobilise and restrain the enemy. Is an attack dog trained to tear out the throat of one upon which it is set? I do not believe that is the common practice, instead they are trained to lock their jaws upon the arms or legs of their target, thus rendering them incapable of further evasion of pursuit or aggressive action. The use of such trained dogs as this is normally supervised by experienced handlers or in areas where clear and distinct warnings have been given of their operation. How else do we see dogs used in modern war? The Red Army during the Second World War tried several times to employ bomb-dogs. These were dogs which were trained to run under tanks. On their backs were strapped packages of explosives with detonating mechanisms which would be triggered when the dogs' backs came into contact with the underside of enemy vehicles. Unfortunately their trial in combat proved hideously counterproductive - the dogs had been trained using Soviet tanks, and once released they sought to run underneath the vehicles of their own army. I would consider they use of such bomb dogs a borderline case when it comes to the United Nations resolution. The use of Lavallin raptors and tyrannosaurs, which seem to have the prime function of eating human flesh and bones seems to be in a different class altogether. I would consider them the equivalent to a noncontagious disease"

"So we come to your claim that British Imperialist forces used bio weapons. I do not think there is any doubt in that, they are not currently, nor were they during the time of the use members of the United Nations. I do not believe they have ever been members of the United Nations. As such the only legislation which may prevent British Imperialist forces from employing such despicable devices is legislation which is passed by the legitimate British Imperialist legislature."

"So shall we examine the cloned velociraptors and tyrannosaurs that were employed by Lavallin armed forces? Our reports indicate that Lavallin claimed: 'Ahhh but they have a Genetic Trigger, normally their harmless however if the Gene is triggered they are vicious to all but those with a certain Gene that 99 pct of Irish have, They have extra sensitive sense of smell which can identify the gene, They also have a Gene trigger that triggers them to attack ANYONE.' I am not a specialist in natural philosophy, I bow to the representative of Whispering Voices here, surely coming from such a biologically advanced nation as he, he would be able to back me up when I express disbelief at this claim of an 'Irish gene' - a gene shared by 99% of all Irish men and women. I infer that this gene does not occur in non-Irish populations. Quite extraordinary given the exogamous nature of the Irish population. Have they not a long and noble history of travelling the world and welcoming foreigners to their shores? We all know of the 'fraternisation' and the mixing of blood that results from such peaceful contact. I must assume then that the Lavallin raptors are 'vicious to all but those with a certain engineered gene that 99% of Lavallin's population have had placed in their DNA', no? Even if I am wrong in my beliefs about basic genetics, either way we see that the saurians of Lavallin are racially targeted weapons. What else do I have in my notes?" she asks herself, "ah, here - 'normally harmless to non-Irish, have since the war started been triggered to attack and make meals of non-Irish', once again, whether this Irish gene exists or not, we still see that the saurians are biologically targeted weapons. At least the fascist Blutgesetz or blood law under which Lord Stewart's men operated allowed for the realities of our world's rich genetic heritage and admixtures.

And what else do we have here - '...devoured by a pack of 20 Vicious Raptors... ...ate all the flesh right off leaving only bones... ...which they crunched up to get the marrow... ...amused reading of how the one dropped into London had devoured countless BI civilians...', no? Is it not customary amongst civilised nations to respect the difference between combatants and non-combatants, to assure that minimum civilian collateral damage can take place? Perhaps I am mistaken. I also thought that it was an universally held belief amongst civilised armed forces that the dead are to be respected and honourably interred. Does the eating of the flesh right off the bones count as respect for the dead within the Lavallin tradition?

"But then maybe I am speaking out of turn, the Lavallin people do eat their own national animal, the vicious raptor, do they not? and so perhaps these were humanitarian food drops which went hideously wrong."

"Of course, I am really not warranted to carry out such speculations. The hermeneutics involved in unravelling 'the resolution on the elimination of bio weapons' is a matter for debate within the United Nations forum. My personal feelings on the issue, that the UN forum was incompetent in passing a resolution so lacking in clarity as this, is my own affair. Let me just read the entirety of the resolution: Biological weapons, if used during warfare or covertly, represent an enormous risk to the well-being of not just the target of said weapons, but potentially everyone on the planet. It is therefore imperative that nations eliminate these heinous weapons. It is hardly a comprehensive or detailed piece of legislation, no? Looking back over my notes I see that I was merely caught in an off guarded moment by the representative for British Imperialism when I raised the issue. We will be sending messages to members of the United Nations requesting a full debate on the issue, and we will leave it in their capable hands to determine the status of the Lavallin raptors and tyrannosaurs."

"But forgive me, the matter at hand is the question of British Imperialist reform, Forsyth."

Edited: edited to place the missing word 'this' in the sentence prior to the readin gof the resolution and to replace the word 'advance' with 'advanced' earlier in the text.

Cardinal Mattias stays passive until Olga finishes speaking. Then ...

"A what? I missed that earlier? A gene 99% of Irish people carry, that other people don't? I'm not a geneticist per say, but that's complete and utter rubbish. If that's what your biotech people say, they're laughing their heads off behind your back. The human race matches genomes too closely for such a thing ... 'smelling' genes indeed ... let alone British and Irish come from the same stock. You, sir, are full of it."

Her papers now in order again, save for the sheet which lies in the midst of the table, Ms. Chinaski nods to the Cardinal, "I thank you for your support in this matter, but the actual classification of the saurians is a minor issue in the current international situation, one best left for more learned scholars within the United Nations."

She removes her glasses, cleans them on the cardigan that lays before her on the table, replaces them and then asks - "Would reforms of the British Imperialist armed forces as described by the representative for Tarrican be acceptable to Her Majesty's legitimate Government? The defence of the realm in an interim period could, I'm sure, be guaranteed by the nations of Murderous Tendencies and Whispering Voices. Perhaps it would be worthwhile placing disinterested parties satisfactory to all those present here in charge of such reforms - so as to be able to report that they had been carried out to the satisfaction of all. Truly neutral observers without territorial or religious or other ties to British Imperialism would have to be found. Forgive me, Mr. Forsyth, if I assume too much, but we all here want to see the long term safety of your nation's civilian population never again threatened by the rogue actions we have seen so recently. Would the placement of such observers during the period of reform and the limitation of British Imperialist force deployments to within its own borders and territorial waters until those observers are satisfied that no threat remains... once the current troublesome factions are brought to book - would that be acceptable to your legitimate government? All nations currently represented here and all those nations that have waged war on your nation would, of course, be automatically disqualified from such a position in order to minimise any potential ill-feelings which may be held against them. I am just throwing out ideas for public and forthright debate here. What say you, Mr. Forsyth?"

"I have to admit, the use of raptors is questionable. Also, the idea of an 'Irish gene' is absolutley ludicrous. But, that is a discussion for another time. If you'll excuse me, I'll go send a transmission to our forces to begin preparing to pull out."

"I have to admit, the use of raptors is questionable. Also, the idea of an 'Irish gene' is absolutley ludicrous. But, that is a discussion for another time. If you'll excuse me, I'll go send a transmission to our forces to begin preparing to pull out."

Olga looks over and says, "I assume that the final confirmation of the order to mobilise will wait until we have the agreement in writing and signed, no? As there is no need to remind you, despite the peaceful nature of this meeting and the apparent ceasefires which have broken out, officially there still exist states of war between some of those here present." With that she returns to her paperwork.


OOC: I am assuming that uneasy ceasefires have broken out. Only those actually engaged in combat can decide this, thus the use of the term 'apparent'.

Ms. Chinaski raises her head from her paperwork and passes some carboned sheets around the table, covered in her handwriting. She asks, "How does something like this sound, as a rough draft of an agreement? I know this can be bothersome all this bureaucracy, but I believe it is best to deal with any problems here and now, rather than resorting to warfare again at a later date due to our own lack of foresight."

1. The legitimate government in exile of the Dominion of British Imperialism shall request that the monarch, Queen Victoria II, issue a direct command to all armed forces to cease hostilities and return immediately to their home bases. In the event that their home bases have been destroyed, alternative mustering points will be organised by Vysean, Whispering Voices and Murderous Tendencies armed forces, or they may hand themselves in to the legitimate authorities of other nations, who will treat them without hostility and provide communication facilities and aid in repatriating them. All those British Imperialist armed forces not obeying the order from their Commander-In-Chief will be deemed suspected of treason and/or mutiny. It will be the duty of Murderous Tendencies forces, operating under the authority vested in them by the legitimate British Imperialism government to apprehend and detain such suspects. Upon detention they will be given fair and open trial by their peers in a court of British Imperialist law under the supervision of international observers.

"We'll have to seek permission from sovereign nations to let the armed forces of Murderous Tendencies operate within their territories in execution of their duties. I think it may be more acceptable to some of the powers here present to have the operation carried out by Murderous Tendencies, rather than British Imperialist forces. It should also lessen the chance of any untoward incidents flaring up as a result of old tensions," she comments.

2. All troops and armed forces belonging to the nation of Vyse, King of Rogues shall pull out from the mainland of British Imperialism. In this endeavour they will be aided by transports provided by Whispering Voices. It is currently estimated that such a process will take 2 days. After the elapse of 2 days from the signing of this agreement, British Imperialist armed forces may re-enter the Mainland. They will be supported by troops from the armed forces of Murderous Tendencies. If for any reason unforeseen, the departure of Vysean forces takes longer than 2 days, a cease-fire will remain in operation between Vysean forces and those of British Imperialism/Murderous Tendencies, and the incoming forces will provide all reasonable help in expediting the peaceful departure of Vysean troops, until such time as they have left the mainland and its nearby British Imperialism islands.

"All of this is, of course, still up for revision. We'll obviously need to add in a footnote about those civil contractors - what were they called - Imperium Draconium? I don't appear to have them listed in my notes..." with that she starts flicking through her fodlers of dispatches again.

Biological weapons, if used during warfare or covertly, represent an enormous risk to the well-being of not just the target of said weapons, but potentially everyone on the planet. It is therefore imperative that nations eliminate these heinous weapons.

It is hardly a comprehensive or detailed piece of legislation, no? Looking back over my notes I see that I was merely caught in an off guarded moment by the representative for British Imperialism when I raised the issue. We will be sending messages to members of the United Nations requesting a full debate on the issue, and we will leave it in their capable hands to determine the status of the Lavallin raptors and tyrannosaurs."



Let me say that Lavallin can control the raptors, and we will not go into specifics it is a state secret, The raptors in our armed forces are part of Lavallins Defense forces and there is NO QUESTION about BI invading fellow 32 Irish and THAT attack by BI irregardless of if it was some personal plan of Stewart, it was BI troops and BI weapons and BI forces that attacked and so the 32 Nation Defense treaty came in force, an attack on any 32 Nation is an attack on Lavallin and ALL armed forces including forces using Raptors became involved.

It was a very grave error by BI, and it IS BI who is guilty, it is the BI people and Govt who placed Stewart in the position he was, BI itself cannot separate itself from what Stewart did and plead that they were not involved as a nation.

As to Biologicals, the UN proposal says IMPERITIVE, and Eliminate, it does not specify MUST Eliminate but in our massive Legal Department view, a Department that has 5 million Lawyers, 4 Million out of them agree that it is only a SUGGESTION that nations Eliminate Bio Weapons, it is not in any way an Order to Eliminate such nor does it specify WHAT are Biologicals, otherwise any chemical that could affect a person including Hairspray, many cosmestics, and other items used in everyday life would have to be eliminated.

Our lawyers have said that if it was to be taken literally, every UN Nation would have to do away with every chemical including even Gasoline, because many chemical agents can easy be used , converted to use as a biological, you don't believe me, what if a massive cloud of Hairspray was affecting a city, people would die trying to breath.

No, that is talking of uncontrollable bio weapons such as the flesh eating virius that BI used and which now is out in the world, there is no guarantee that it cannot spread out into the world, raptors on the other hand are controllable, they also are quite delicious, tastes like a Mixture of Duck,Chickin and Turkey if you have not had a well Roasted Raptor in Duck Gravy surrounded by lovely Potatoes you have missed out on something quite delicious...

And the Raptors used outside of Lavallin have been neutered, they cannot re-produce, any not responding to our secret recall frequency they can hear will die in 1 month and so there is no risk to the WORLD at large.

Lavallin will not be lectured on its use of trained animals supporting its troops when BI created and used horrific bio weapons that are uncontrollable and now are a TRUE meance to the world at large.

I would also state Peace is a good idea however BI must own up to the fact that THEY as a nation allowed this monster Stewart to be in the position he was in, and reparations WILL be expected.

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IC:"Very well then I shall continue." He glares at President MacDougal" If you are done. Very well then. It seems that Lord Stewart hatched this plan with a number of BI generals and tha admirality. They transfered a majority of the BI military to her Majesties overseas colonies. Our investigation shows that most of the military was oblivious to Lord Stewarts plot and were moved away from BI for that reason. Most of the officers that had served in the previous wars with the Irish were in toral support for this plan. But this was on whole only a small percentage of the total military listed before the conflict as standing at 40 million some personell. Lord Stewart had worked hard to keep his true agenda hidden from her Majesty and all ministers not privy to his plan. In fact we are still learning the true extent of the conspiracy."



Doesn't excuse BI itself, the weapons were created by BI, the person of Stewart was given his office by BI people, the BI Government is totally responsiable for what actions Stewart has done, you cannot hide behind an old ladys skirts Sir.

She removes her glasses, cleans them on the cardigan that lays before her on the table, replaces them and then asks - "Would reforms of the British Imperialist armed forces as described by the representative for Tarrican be acceptable to Her Majesty's legitimate Government? The defence of the realm in an interim period could, I'm sure, be guaranteed by the nations of Murderous Tendencies and Whispering Voices. Perhaps it would be worthwhile placing disinterested parties satisfactory to all those present here in charge of such reforms - so as to be able to report that they had been carried out to the satisfaction of all. Truly neutral observers without territorial or religious or other ties to British Imperialism would have to be found. Forgive me, Mr. Forsyth, if I assume too much, but we all here want to see the long term safety of your nation's civilian population never again threatened by the rogue actions we have seen so recently. Would the placement of such observers during the period of reform and the limitation of British Imperialist force deployments to within its own borders and territorial waters until those observers are satisfied that no threat remains... once the current troublesome factions are brought to book - would that be acceptable to your legitimate government? All nations currently represented here and all those nations that have waged war on your nation would, of course, be automatically disqualified from such a position in order to minimise any potential ill-feelings which may be held against them. I am just throwing out ideas for public and forthright debate here. What say you, Mr. Forsyth?"



Lavallin leans in and interrupts:

BI irregardless of legalities of Stewarts actions is the one fully at fault here, taking a Leaf from a previous time, the Occupiers should do away with present BI government, have the people elect a Democratic one, do away with that feeble old lady they have and also the BI Defense forces limited to Self defense and Forbidden to have any heavy weapons, no missles, no tanks, no ships larger then patrol boat size, only defensive Planes, no Bomber type planes, no Bombs capable of being dropped by planes, in short BI should only have a token defensive force and then they will have peace being incapable anymore of attacking anyone in the world.

Ms. Chinaski addresses herself to the representative for Lavallin, and says earnestly, "I whole-heartedly agree that the failure to define 'bio weapons' is a fatal flaw in the UN resolution. That is why I suggested the issue is raised within their forum. We cordially suggest that your four million lawyers who believe that the resolution is merely a 'suggestion' either listen to the other one million or go out and buy themselves four million dictionaries and look up the word 'imperative'."

"So, representative for Lavallin, you claims your armed forces can control the raptors. Am I to assume then that the incident where a tyrannosaur was reported as having 'devoured countless BI civilians' was a mere momentary lapse?, or did that constitute standard operating procedure? I see you have made no response to the comments regarding the distinction between combatants and non-combatants, nor the honourable treatment of the dead," she adds as an afterthought.

Their is a brief glance at her notes before she continues: "I am sure I need not reiterate that the Dominion of British Imperialism is not, nor has ever been, a member of the United Nations, and so are ungoverned by their internal agreements."

"As to your suggestion that the occupying forces 'do away with the present government, have the people elect a democratic one, (and) do away with that feeble old lady they have', need I remind you of the results of the last democratic elections held in the Dominion of British Imperialism - the election of the fascist monster Lord Stewart to power. Surely we do not want to see the repetition of such a grave error so soon after the recent display of its results, no? Did you not mere moments ago claim that 'it IS BI who is guilty, it is the people', no? It pains me to say it, but it appears that we must temporarily suspend the democratic rights of the people of British Imperialism until such time as the anti-Irish propaganda and hate spread by the late Lord Stewart has been counteracted. Once again it was Churchill that described democracy as the "least worst form of government", but in the current situation I believe that the temporary benign dictatorship of the serving legitimate British Imperialism under their figurehead the Queen will prove a much more wise administrative power. We also consider it a sensible position to put in place neutral observers from a foreign power to guard against any further abuses of the power wielded. All this subject to Mr. Forsyth's agreement." She returns to her notes.

The nation of British Commonwelth continues its aid and refugee work despite harrasment from Gurrelias.


A provisinal Goverment for BI is almost complete and food, medicine etc is handed out to the Populace of BI.

A delagate Representing Bitish Commonwealth Will soon arrive


Thank you


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God save the Queen

The Habsburg Lands are wondering if this war has already continued, or if British Imperialism is still on the Irish shores :D

The nation of British Commonwelth continues its aid and refugee work despite harrasment from Gurrelias.


A provisinal Goverment for BI is almost complete and food, medicine etc is handed out to the Populace of BI.

A delagate Representing Bitish Commonwealth Will soon arrive


Thank you

Through diplomatic channels the Representative for the British Commonwealth is granted the right to attend. The vessel in which they travel will be surveyed by the Catalina The Hawkline Monster, and if nothing untoward is reported will be allowed into Bodies Without Organs territory. Any members of the representative's retinue must declare any weapons, and will be searched for any which are concealed. All attending are requested to respect the neutral soil on which the meeting is taking place. We look forward to the representative's contributions.

Get the Britsish bastards to fuck up the Provos.

We I have been a Provo now for 15 years or more

with armalites and mortorbombs I thought I knew the score

But now we have a weapon, we've never used before

The Brits are looking worried - and their going to worry more!



[chorus]

Tiocfaidh Ar La, sing Up the Ra

SAM Missiles in the sky



I started off with petrol bombs and throwing bricks and stones

With a hundred more lads like me I never was alone

But soon I learned that bricks and stones won't drive the Brits away

It wasn't very long before I joined the IRA



Then there came Internment in the year of '71

The Brits thought we were beaten, that we were on the run

On that early August morning they kicked in our back door

but for every man they took away, they missed a hundred more



I spent eight years in the cages, I had time to think and plan

for though they locked away a boy, I walked out a man

and there's only one thing that I learned while in their cell I lay

the Brits will never leave us, until they're blown away!



All through the days of hunger strike I watched my comrades die

while in the streets of Belfast you could hear the women cry

I can't forget the massacre that Friday at Loughgall

I salute my fallen comrades, as I watch the choppers fall

The Habsburg Lands are wondering if this war has already continued, or if British Imperialism is still on the Irish shores :D

'A temporary ceasefire appears to be holding, despite sporadic continued paritsan attacks occuring on the BI mainland, while informal peace talks take place. It is not believe that any BI forces are currently active on pan-Irish territory. However, it is likely that several BI submarines loyal to Lord Stewart are still operating in their territorial waters.'

The above is extracted from a situation report prepared by the Bodies Without Organs Military Intelligence unit. We cannot 100% guarantee its accuracy.

Get the Britsish bastards to f--- up the Provos.

We I have been a Provo now for 15 years or more

with armalites and mortorbombs I thought I knew the score

But now we have a weapon, we've never used before

The Brits are looking worried - and their going to worry more!



[chorus]

Tiocfaidh Ar La, sing Up the Ra

SAM Missiles in the sky



I started off with petrol bombs and throwing bricks and stones

With a hundred more lads like me I never was alone

But soon I learned that bricks and stones won't drive the Brits away

It wasn't very long before I joined the IRA



Then there came Internment in the year of '71

The Brits thought we were beaten, that we were on the run

On that early August morning they kicked in our back door

but for every man they took away, they missed a hundred more



I spent eight years in the cages, I had time to think and plan

for though they locked away a boy, I walked out a man

and there's only one thing that I learned while in their cell I lay

the Brits will never leave us, until they're blown away!



All through the days of hunger strike I watched my comrades die

while in the streets of Belfast you could hear the women cry

I can't forget the massacre that Friday at Loughgall

I salute my fallen comrades, as I watch the choppers fall

At loughall they were armed terroists trying to blow up a police station

The nation of British Commonwelth continues its aid and refugee work despite harrasment from Gurrelias.


A provisinal Goverment for BI is almost complete and food, medicine etc is handed out to the Populace of BI.

A delagate Representing Bitish Commonwealth Will soon arrive


Thank you

Through diplomatic channels the Representative for the British Commonwealth is granted the right to attend. The vessel in which they travel will be surveyed by the Catalina The Hawkline Monster, and if nothing untoward is reported will be allowed into Bodies Without Organs territory. Any members of the representative's retinue must declare any weapons, and will be searched for any which are concealed. All attending are requested to respect the neutral soil on which the meeting is taking place. We look forward to the representative's contributions.


Where is the meeting taking place.

"Yes we can agree to the stated terms. On one condition. That being that the Saurian menace be removed from our nation. According to reports the bio weapons used by Lord Stewart against most of the nations affected had a limited life span and thus would not spread. As opposed to these creatures which according to thier creators are active for a month. "

Where is the meeting taking place.

New Tiger's Bay.
Southwest coast of Bodies Without Organs.

OOC: Just imagine that we are Iceland and you'll find us easily enough.

Cardinal Mattias looks icily at Lavallin at the mention of deposing the Queen, then turns to Forsyth.

"Mr Forsyth. I will get Murderous Tendencies troops to gather a raptor and a tyrannosaurus specimen and send them to the Institute. I assure you, we can produce an agent that will eliminate every raptor on the face of the Isles within the week."

Cardinal Mattias looks icily at Lavallin at the mention of deposing the Queen, then turns to Forsyth.

"Mr Forsyth. I will get Murderous Tendencies troops to gather a raptor and a tyrannosaurus specimen and send them to the Institute. I assure you, we can produce an agent that will eliminate every raptor on the face of the Isles within the week."

At this Olga Chinaski looks grieved and almost shouts at the poor man representing Whispering Voices - "Haven't there been enough chemicals and genetic novelties thrown out in the name of this conflict already? As if our ecosystem isn't already in ruins... don't your soldiers have enough guns? Why don't they just put them to a good honest use for once and just exterminate any of these vermin that have gone feral? Produce a new agent indeed..."

She then turns on the representative for Lavallin and demands of him coldly: "You are familiar with what happened the last time the British monarchy were deposed, no? Chap called Oliver came along - none too popular around your parts... I'm sure you've heard of him, no?"

19:00 EST

The Green sea king helicopter headed slowly over to New tigers bay from the Destroyer HMS Arthur. Inside sat the British Commonwealth Delegate
Sir Sidney Bridge.Sidney was an old time civil servant And was now deputy of the Foreign office.

With him were his aides Chole Jones, A 23 year old Brunette and Micheal Fisher A tall asian Just out of OXford universty but an Expeer in Foreign affairs his body Guard for this Steve Geller. A Big built Black man Formally of the SAS.

Sir Sidney had his objectives clearly laid out by the Prime minister. The British Imperialism populace came first and for most. As Far as her majesties government of British Commonwealth was concerned BI had gotten itself into a needless war. And had Left British Commonwealth to pick up the pieces. Already refugee camps and Food and medical points for the BI populace were in place. And a Provencal government was just days away from being set up. Despite harassment from both British Imperialism Guerrillas and unknown assailants Dressed in Bodies without organs uniforms.

British Commonwealth Troops had been In eh country for over 4 months since the end of the war helping the aid agencies almost single-handed what with most of the BI’s infrastructure gone.

Sir Sidney struggled to get comfy in the back of the chopper as it head into the bay’s heliport. He knew it was goanna be hard work.

Princess Maire has sat quietly throught the entire proceedings. She has listened to both sides of the story.

When the delegate from Northern Irish Freedom burst in on the proceedings she just stared at him as he made his speech. Secrectly she agreed with everything he said; she was nearly in tears with the passion of his words of truth. For the fifth time she glanced over the photos he had left behind.

Finally, she leans over to General Jack Conlon and whispers something in his ear. He nods and goes back to leafing through the paper filled dossier that rests on the table before him.

Princess Maire leans foward addressing the delegation, particularly looking in Forsythe's direction.

"Mr. Forsythe, what do you intend to do about the plague that was released upon The 32 County Irish Republic ? Essentially, I am talking about repairations."

She tosses a file with photos similar to those of NIF in his direction.

"What do you intend to do about the extremem losses we, The People's Republic of Psychik Tv, suffered at the hands of British Imperialism? Don't misunderstand me; I know we did damage to BI forces but it was us that was under attack. The only viable option was to strike back but I do not recall sending any troops or missiles towards British Imperialist territory. I fought this war on the Irish Sea against Lord Stewart's naval fleet."

She looks at Gen. Conlon for confirmation; he nods his head indicating that her information is correct.

We see to have forgotten about the people of The 32 County Irish Republic. We have suffered by this war just as much as British Imperialism. I am requesting repairations to be made on British Imperialism's behalf to The 32 County Irish Republic."

She leans back in her chair and waits for a response.

Ms. Chinaski can be heard to cough in shocked surprise as she looks at her notes.


Edited: edited because it looked like a hideous insult to Psychik tv, when actually it was just my reaction to discovering the Stuart/Stewart issue (described below)...

In the end it doens't matter what you say or do, Britain will crush you.

Sir sidney Bridge had only been in the room for about 10 miniutes. But had listened to all Of princess Maries speech.

He spoke after she had finished

'British Imperialism is financhely exhasted after this war. British Commonwealth is now in charge of their financhel affairs while we continue to do aid work in Bi'
He coughed then went on

'Once the nation is Bck on its feet we may then discuss any..um Compensation'

Olga Chinaski looked over from the representative from Psychik tv as she spoke and glanced down at her notes. She suddenly noticed something and a surprised cough escaped from her. She whispers "pardon me", but it is nearly inaudible.

Once the newly arrived representative of the British Commonwealth has finished his maiden speech, Olga addresses herself to Mr. Forsyth and asks of him; "If you would pardon me, I would just like to clear up a tiny administrative detail - the correct spelling of the ex-Prime Minister's name - is it S-T-U-A-R-T or S-T-E-W-A-R-T? It just appears that on the earlier communiques issued it was 'Stuart', whereas on the later ones it seems to be 'Stewart'. A minor point, I know, but I would hate for us to produce any such ambiguities in any agreements which may come out of this meeting."

"Well, as to raptors and T-Rexs in BI, our men haven't found any recently. I believe that some of our troops were attacked by some of the raptors early in the occupation, but the raptors were killed, and we didn't lose any troops. Some of our men were wounded, however. On another note, Ms. Chinaski, the Drakonian Imperium company is operating in conjunction with our troops, due to the fact that we are both of the Combined Alliance. They will pull out with us. As to the claims of certain nations that we have forgotten their suffering, this is not true. We have not forgotten you, or those you lost. But that is in the past now. Nothing can be done to bring back those lost. And stop whining. Our country men are not Irish. We had no obligation what-so-ever to help you. Yet, we did help you, so thousands of families across the Republic got a visit from an army officer, to tell them that their loved one had died in a war that had no real meaning to the Republic. We helped because we opposed the extremist views of Stewart; however, BI has twice as many soldiers and people as us. We were willing to risk the complete anhiliation of our country for you. And because we helped, the Valuan Armada took advantage of the absence of troops in our own country, and have overrun Esparanza City. Liberating that city will cost thousands of more lives. So suck it up! You're not the only ones who have suffered here! BI is nothing but rubble, BWO has had its economy ravaged, and it was nuetral! We understand you're suffering, but its time you stopped crying about it and starting helping bring about peace, or others will suffer the same fate as those who have already been lost!"

Olga Chinaski looks over earnestly at the representative of Psychik tv and says to her: "I dearly sympathise for your and your countries losses, but the paying of reparations won't bring them back, would that it were... surely instead of focusing on weregeld we should currently be maximizing our efforts to make sure that such hideous events can never afflict your country again. I believe that despite Prince Enrique's apparently brusque nature he also wishes to offer his condolences for your losses. What is your opinion of the first two provisional agreements which the representative for British Imperialism appears prepared to sign? They do not cover all the issues which must be addressed, but they are at least, a start, no?"

Olga Chinaski looked over from the representative from Psychik tv as she spoke and glanced down at her notes. She suddenly noticed something and a surprised cough escaped from her. She whispers "pardon me", but it is nearly inaudible.

Once the newly arrived representative of the British Commonwealth has finished his maiden speech, Olga addresses herself to Mr. Forsyth and asks of him; "If you would pardon me, I would just like to clear up a tiny administrative detail - the correct spelling of the ex-Prime Minister's name - is it S-T-U-A-R-T or S-T-E-W-A-R-T? It just appears that on the earlier communiques issued it was 'Stuart', whereas on the later ones it seems to be 'Stewart'. A minor point, I know, but I would hate for us to produce any such ambiguities in any agreements which may come out of this meeting."

Forsyth looks concerned. "Milady, if I may review the transcripts for a moment." Taking the papers and reviewing them his expression grows more serious. "Ladies and Gentleman, it appears that we have a problem. Our Prime Ministers last name was Stewart and his Queen is Victoria not Elisabeth. And I have no record of a Field Marshall Lancaster. This is definitely most troubling." He sits down and takes a long drink of water. He looks quite shaken. "I am afraid I do not know quite what to say."

"I did not intend to be brusque. The problem is that dragging up old wounds and demanding reparations in the middle of a peace conference only hurts the peace process. Many lives have been lost due to such actions in peace conferences all over the world, even in the Republic. We will hold trials to charge people believed to be guilty of war crimes. That is all that can be expected, and all that we can provide. If the other nations want reparations, or want to accuse BI of being a cold-hearted murderer, they can do it outside of this meeting, without harming the peace process."

Olga Chinaski looked over from the representative from Psychik tv as she spoke and glanced down at her notes. She suddenly noticed something and a surprised cough escaped from her. She whispers "pardon me", but it is nearly inaudible.

Once the newly arrived representative of the British Commonwealth has finished his maiden speech, Olga addresses herself to Mr. Forsyth and asks of him; "If you would pardon me, I would just like to clear up a tiny administrative detail - the correct spelling of the ex-Prime Minister's name - is it S-T-U-A-R-T or S-T-E-W-A-R-T? It just appears that on the earlier communiques issued it was 'Stuart', whereas on the later ones it seems to be 'Stewart'. A minor point, I know, but I would hate for us to produce any such ambiguities in any agreements which may come out of this meeting."

Forsyth looks concerned. "Milady, if I may review the transcripts for a moment." Taking the papers and reviewing them his expression grows more serious. "Ladies and Gentleman, it appears that we have a problem. Our Prime Ministers last name was Stewart and his Queen is Victoria not Elisabeth. And I have no record of a Field Marshall Lancaster. This is definitely most troubling." He sits down and takes a long drink of water. He looks quite shaken. "I am afraid I do not know quite what to say."


"...oh dear..."

"...surely this must be some administrative error? Surely, it must..." asks Olga Chinaski of Forsyth with a sinking feeling. Her pen lies discarded on her crumpled notes.

OOC: My apologies. I never RPed a war to this extent before. I was only involved in The Slaver War and that just died out. It was impertinent of me to open my ignorant mouth.

IC:
Princess Maire looks at the delegation looking slightly embarassed.
"Why yes, Ms. Chinaski, I do agree to the terms put forth thus far."

Ms. Chinaski, in a flagrant but unintentional breach of ettiquete, does not appear to have heard the representative of Psychik tv. "Surely... surely, you jest, Mr. Forsyth." She looks like she is about to vomit.




OOC: no offense intended PTv. Nor have I.

"Could it be a sign of his psychosis - we have not witnessed the actions of the sane in this affair? A delusion?" She takes off her glasses, smooths down her mousy hair in an attempt to regain her composure, and then suggests: "Mr. Forsyth, should you be seeking to contact your advisors at this point? See if they can throw any light on this perplexing development. We had noticed the strange change in terns used to describe the monarch a long time ago, but we assumed that it was just the product of a clerical error or a garbled message. We did not consider it important to pursue while thousands were still dying."

Double post.

OOC: Sorry for that Psychik tv - the response from ms chinaski was intended as _in_character_. Absolutely no offense was intended.

At this Olga Chinaski looks grieved and almost shouts at the poor man representing Whispering Voices - "Haven't there been enough chemicals and genetic novelties thrown out in the name of this conflict already? As if our ecosystem isn't already in ruins... don't your soldiers have enough guns? Why don't they just put them to a good honest use for once and just exterminate any of these vermin that have gone feral? Produce a new agent indeed..."

Cardinal Mattias laughs briefly. "Guns risk lives. And - unlike some other countries around here - we're entirely in control of the things we use." He glances at the Lavallin delegate, clearly sceptical of any claims involving raptors. "But I certainly agree - compensation is out of the question here. Unthinkable." He gives Conlon a measuring glance.

"As for these administration details - well. They are important. I'm going to get in contact with my Government and ask them a couple of things, quickly."

"Mr Forsyth: If I may draw your attention to a few points. I have been checking through my notes and here is what i find:

BI: Fri Jul 18, 2003: - 'We the Army of all things British have here by claimed this region in the name of Her Most Britannic Majesty Queen Elizabeth the Second.'

BI: Sat Jul 19th: - 'Now on BBC2 an important message from Her Majesty Queen Victoria's Government. Now a statement from Lord Alexander Stuart'

...I am unable to make sense of the big picture. Are you suggesting that Lancaster was an imposter and that we might have more than..."

"Uh-Oh. I don't think I like the way this conversation is going. What in the name of God is going on?"

"Yes we can agree to the stated terms. On one condition. That being that the Saurian menace be removed from our nation. According to reports the bio weapons used by Lord Stewart against most of the nations affected had a limited life span and thus would not spread. As opposed to these creatures which according to thier creators are active for a month. "

"Looking sadly at the BI rep" You need a hearing test? Losing some hearing, as I stated, Lavallin has gathered the raptors that were sent in, any not returning to the signal are NOT a world meance with their ability to live no longer then a Month.

As to your supposed Limited lifespan of a true biological, there still are reports of cases of flesh eating virius and your bumbling scientists overlooked that the bacteria and virius you exposed to the WORLD, the WORLD I say because once used outside a secure labratory you released into the WORLD virius and bacteria which can and there is evidence HAVE combined with normal virius and bacteria giving such normals new abilities and they are a WORLD Meance and that is your whole BI's guilt.

The raptors are not going to be a worldwide epidemic as your use of virius and bacterias has threatened.

"Uh-Oh. I don't think I like the way this conversation is going. What in the name of God is going on?"

Olga Chinaski glances over at the Prince and answers - "I have no idea. Well, nothing that makes sense..." and then returns to sketching out elaborate charts of possible interpretations. On one sheet which has escaped from her over-flowing file can be seen the recently scrawled ideas:


1. Prime Minister Stewart seeks revenge on the Irish.

2. He encourages anti-Irish sentiment in the populace.

3. He plans a war against the Irish using conventional weapons.

4. An extreme fascist group (EFG) seek the annihilation of the Irish people. They have heard word of the military plans for attack.

5. They gather together an army of mercenaries and purloined British Imperialist equipment. On the black market they buy chemical and biological weaponry.

6. Prime Minister Stewart issues orders for the conventional attack. A communication blackout is placed on the real BI military.

7. The EFG pre-empt the conventional war by invading Achill Island and issuing their Blutgesetz or blood laws. Outrages are committed against the people of Ireland. A statement is issued claiming responsibility in the name of the Queen. (A mistake is made somewhere along the line and the wrong name is used) An impersonator or double of PM Stewart is employed to issue the genocide announcement. (Another mistake is made and his name is misspelt on the document - 'Stuart')

8. Irish nations and other concerned world powers see the outrage and condemn and attack the force's beach head.

9. The EFG have also taken control of British Imperialist broadcasting facilities. On BBC2 they air a statement from 'Lord Stuart'. The error over the name of the monarch has been corrected, but subtitles reveal that the EFG have not yet caught on to the error in how to spell the PM's name.

10. In an attempt to stop the genocide the mainland of British Imperialism is devastated, invaded and eventually occupied.

11. The EFG ground forces are destroyed. They still appear to operate several naval vessels - however, if the above scenario is correct - differentiating between EFG vessels and outraged 'loyal' vessels becomes very difficult.

12. A man answering to the description of Lord Stewart/Stuart is assassinated in the British Imperialist colonies. It is not clear whether he was the real PM or his double.

13. 'Loyal' BI armed forces become slowly informed of the situation as word leaks through their communication blackouts. They also appear to have been deceived by the plot of the EFG.

14. Following a lull in the fighting an informal peace talk takes place, and the deception is only uncovered when official papers are being drafted and a question is asked regarding how to spell "Stewart/Stuart"...

At the bottom of the sheet she has scrawled in thick letters:

Can I really believe this? Or could it be an elaborate plot by the real British Imperialist powers to trick the Irish into behaving like the subhumans that they have labelled them? Has the evidence been fabricated by the BI powers?

Below that is written the quotation:

"He who fights monsters should look to it that he himself does not become a monster." - Nietzsche

It appears that Olga Chinaski's old habits as a university professor die hard.

[quote=Vyse King of Rogues]"Uh-Oh. I don't think I like the way this conversation is going. What in the name of God is going on?"

Olga Chinaski glances over at the Prince and answers - "I have no idea. Well, nothing that makes sense..." and then returns to sketching out elaborate charts of possible interpretations. On one sheet which has escaped from her over-flowing file can be seen the recently scrawled ideas:


1. Prime Minister Stewart seeks revenge on the Irish.

2. He encourages anti-Irish sentiment in the populace.

3. He plans a war against the Irish using conventional weapons.

4. An extreme fascist group (EFG) seek the annihilation of the Irish people. They have heard word of the military plans for attack.

5. They gather together an army of mercenaries and purloined British Imperialist equipment. On the black market they buy chemical and biological weaponry.

6. Prime Minister Stewart issues orders for the conventional attack. A communication blackout is placed on the real BI military.

7. The EFG pre-empt the conventional war by invading Achill Island and issuing their Blutgesetz or blood laws. Outrages are committed against the people of Ireland. A statement is issued claiming responsibility in the name of the Queen. (A mistake is made somewhere along the line and the wrong name is used) An impersonator or double of PM Stewart is employed to issue the genocide announcement. (Another mistake is made and his name is misspelt on the document - 'Stuart')

8. Irish nations and other concerned world powers see the outrage and condemn and attack the force's beach head.

9. The EFG have also taken control of British Imperialist broadcasting facilities. On BBC2 they air a statement from 'Lord Stuart'. The error over the name of the monarch has been corrected, but subtitles reveal that the EFG have not yet caught on to the error in how to spell the PM's name.

10. In an attempt to stop the genocide the mainland of British Imperialism is devastated, invaded and eventually occupied.

11. The EFG ground forces are destroyed. They still appear to operate several naval vessels - however, if the above scenario is correct - differentiating between EFG vessels and outraged 'loyal' vessels becomes very difficult.

12. A man answering to the description of Lord Stewart/Stuart is assassinated in the British Imperialist colonies. It is not clear whether he was the real PM or his double.

13. 'Loyal' BI armed forces become slowly informed of the situation as word leaks through their communication blackouts. They also appear to have been deceived by the plot of the EFG.

14. Following a lull in the fighting an informal peace talk takes place, and the deception is only uncovered when official papers are being drafted and a question is asked regarding how to spell "Stewart/Stuart"...


Enrique picks up the paper and reads it, and then mutters to himself
"Oh S---...... I really hope this is incorrect. I reall, really hope this is incorrect."

The feverish scribblings appear to have done Ms. Chinaski good and she has regained her composure. She responds to Prince Enrique: "At this stage it is all just speculation. I am not convinced by that exploration of the possibilities, nor any of the other explanations I have come up with. We may just be facing some minor clerical errors and a name that is missing from military records. I do believe that there is more to the situation than meets the eye - why else would the attacks have been launched on Ireland. The British Imperialist nation have been extremely lucky and have so far gotten off lightly. Huh - look at me - their civilian population has been literally decimated and I describe it as getting off lightly. But, representative for Vyse, why would they have launched a war they hadn't a hope of winning?" She glances over to Mr. Forsyth, hoping for a response.

Olga takes the sheet from the representative for Vyse and crumples it in her hand, before saying, "All mere speculation, probably no worth a fig. Prince Enrique - you are no doubt aware of the method of asking cui bono - who benefits? Who benefits from this war we have seen? Who benefits from the destruction and destabilisation of the British Imperialist and 32 County Irish Republic nations?", she pauses before asking - "Your nation announced it was in possession of intelligence regarding the PRA, no? Does said information serve to throw any light on the issue? I am merely investigating possibilities here."

Diplomatic announcement:

The Armed Republic of Indra Prime, who have been carrying out some of the relief work in the occupied British Imperialist mainland have been granted permission to attend the informal peace talks. They have been provided with the standard cautions regarding concealed weaponry and have been requested to respect the neutrality of the soil on which the talks are taking place. It is not, at present, known when they shall be arriving.

The deplomatic envoy from Indra Prime requests landing clearance for the IPDC chopper containing Joshua Lee, Ambassador to Indra Prime. And we send our apologies for our tardiness.

Weapons are NOT aboard the chopper nor are they on the support ship off the coast. However Joshua Lee's bodyguards do carry 2 Glock C7 45 caliber handguns each. If necesary they will remain just outside the area. If there are any problems with their possession of said firearms we will remove their lethal weapons on board the chopper. IP requests a berthing spot for the IPS Cheirmont in the nearest harbor.

Indra Prime Department of Integral Defense

The chopper is briefly surveyed by the BWO Catalina Trout-fishing in America and is given the all clear to proceed. The IPS Chiermont will be guided through anti-torpedo nets and other security measures by BWO Coast Guard patrol craft to safe moorings close to the venue.

Upon disembarkation the representative for Indra Prime is greeted by the head of the diplomatic corps, Saul Cohen, a tall thin man with a badly reconstructed jaw and twisted mouth. The representative, Joshua Lee, is ushered into the debating chamber to find that several of the representatives taking part in the talks are currently in a state of what can only be described as bewilderment at recent developments...


OOC: you may want to do some catching up on the thread.

OOC: Thanks. That is something I really need to do. Shouldn't take too long.

Olga takes the sheet from the representative for Vyse and crumples it in her hand, before saying, "All mere speculation, probably no worth a fig. Prince Enrique - you are no doubt aware of the method of asking cui bono - who benefits? Who benefits from this war we have seen? Who benefits from the destruction and destabilisation of the British Imperialist and 32 County Irish Republic nations?", she pauses before asking - "Your nation announced it was in possession of intelligence regarding the PRA, no? Does said information serve to throw any light on the issue? I am merely investigating possibilities here."

"Well, we don't have much, and the Blue Rogues haven't been able to track anyone down, but I believe that they are active in a certain country. I remember you passing on some information to my government about it, what was it, Arica, or Arcia? I recall hearing that one of the factions in the civil war there was called the PRA, but I don't know if it is the same group. And as to your speculation. It does make a lot of sense, and if its right then we have a much larger problem than a few renegade BI soldiers."

"I fear this speculation is going to lead us nowhere until the representative for British Imperialism recovers from his shock. Here is a transcript of the PRA broadcast," says Olga as she hands the representative for Vyse yet another sheet of carboned paper covered in her spidery handwriting:

We are sorry to interupt your regular capitalist programming. We are the Peoples Revolutionary Army. We demand freedom for our fellow workers in all capitalist nations. We applaud the death of the pig Stewart and shall use this opportunity to extend our reach. We have in our possesion a number of devices from the British Imperialism aresenal . Most noteably half a dozen nuclear weapons. We will present our demands soon and if they are not met then this whole caipitalist region shall suffer. Free our Brothers and Sisters from your capitalistic tyranny or else! We shall interupt again soon..

"I'm not convinced we're looking in the right place. They use the spelling S-T-E-W-A-R-T, which doesn't really tell us anything. My ideas were mere speculations, I did have several other alternatives... hmm... alternatives... interesting." She lifts her pen again and starts scribbling for a few moments. Her marks are indecipherable. At one point her face blanches and a shiver runs down her spine.
"I believe that we must wait for Mr. Forsyth to come to terms with the new developments and see what he has to say. Is there something you should be telling us? Mr. Forsyth, are you okay, do you require anything? Another glass of water? A sedative? A stimulant? Anything?"



Edited: edited several times because most of it was gibberish when I first posted it.

Lee: Are we talking about a fifth column of sorts in this conflict? For once things may becoming more clear in incidents that have taken place. Our Intelligence Sources have identified that the loss of our leader two weeks ago may be as a result of our participation in this conflict. We have been able to narrow down a list of our enemies in this conflict even though we have done nothing to warrant such actions toward us. Our sources tell us that the orders to kill our executive, Jonathan Harding, came from one of the groups involved here. And it may be this fifth column we have heard about. Have any of your Intelligence Agencies picked up on anything regarding this subversive group?

Forsyth tries to compose himself"My appologies, I must contact my office to see if I can attain any information. Bide for but a few moments." He walks away and pulls out his phone and a small notebook. After getting through he begins to scribble furiously as his face becomes much paler. At one point furing the conversation an audible"Dear God!" is overheard by the assembled dignitaries. He finishes and replaces the phone and once again approaches the table. Sitting down and taking a drink he looks around the room. "It appears that we have a situation. The Stewart killed was our Prime Minister, but the Stuart who made an appearance early on may in fact be another. For some time our nation has been involved in the cloning of humans for medcial research. To the best knowledge of Her Majesties Government this was the extent of the research. It was deemed too much of an ethical moras to attempt to create a sentient clone and thus that line of research was never embarked upon. But we have found some evidence pointing to someone using an advanced cloning facility to do just that. It seems that the "Stuart" shown was in fact a clone of our Prime Minister. Unfortunately as he is currently deceased we can no longer inquire if he had knowledge of such a thing or not. We do not have any information on the location of the facility, bugt I would suggest that the forces in BI begin a concentrated effort to find it before they attempt anything further. The home office is still searching for any related clues and should be contacting me in a short while. If I may propose a short recess to allow the new information to be absorbed. That and I am afraid that I must take my leave for a few moments." He stands "May I ask the directions to the facilites, I am feeling a mite ill?"

Fionn takes in the new information with a stoic face. While beneath the table he takes Marie's hand. "This new information is rather startleing Mr. Forsyth, but I do agree that we need to givethis some time to settle in." Looking at Marie "I do hope that this does not mean our troubles are not yet over. We had best inform the Region to stay on Alert until more information comes out." He stands up and puts a hand on her shoulder leans over and whispers in her ear"Hope your feeling better my love." He then walks over to Prince Enrique "Sir, I am sorry that your people have suffered during your assitance to our Region. If we can be of any assitance in expelling thos who have occupied your territory you need only ask. We will be more then happy to help in any way. While our nations have suffered much most of the damage was done to our civilian population leaving our military quite untouched. I merely wished to make the offer."

Fionn takes in the new information with a stoic face. While beneath the table he takes Marie's hand. "This new information is rather startleing Mr. Forsyth, but I do agree that we need to givethis some time to settle in." Looking at Marie "I do hope that this does not mean our troubles are not yet over. We had best inform the Region to stay on Alert until more information comes out." He stands up and puts a hand on her shoulder leans over and whispers in her ear"Hope your feeling better my love." He then walks over to Prince Enrique "Sir, I am sorry that your people have suffered during your assitance to our Region. If we can be of any assitance in expelling thos who have occupied your territory you need only ask. We will be more then happy to help in any way. While our nations have suffered much most of the damage was done to our civilian population leaving our military quite untouched. I merely wished to make the offer."


"I thank you for your offer, but it is not necessary. And isn't that always the problem? Innocent civilians suffering the deaths that even soldiers fear? If you will excuse me. I am afraid that I am going to have to tell the High Commander to go on the highest alert. With this Stuart on the loose, I'm afraid that our forces may be in grave danger."

Back in BI


Gregorio: All units! Begin a search for a cloning facility! It is believed that there may have been a Stewart clone in charge of this war. We must make sure that they cannot do anything else! Find that lab!

Calling a security staff member to her she instructs him to see to the representative for British Imperialism's needs. Then Olga leafs through her folders and says, "Representative for Vyse, at one point we asked for a display of power from the PRA, in order to display that they were not just making idle threats, shortly thereafter a factory in Bristol was destroyed by an explosion - if they are tied up in this it may be worth investigating there. I will call in any sources I have that may be of value - however I will stress that unless more evidence is forthcoming I remain unconvinced." She scrawls a note and hands it to an aide who rushes from the room.

Turning her attention to the representative from Whispering Voices she says, "Cardinal, you appear a man informed of the biological sciences - wouldn't a clone be several years younger than the real British Imperialism PM. I believe they have a tendency to succumb to the diseases that afflict the elderly at an early stage, but I do not believe they reach maturity any earlier. If we accept this plot as a temporary working hypothesis, shouldn't the clone of the PM, assuming that the experiment was initiated when he reached a postion of power, be a much younger copy? Lavallin, you have experience here as well, what say you?"

Princess Maire watches Fionn as he talks with Prince Enrique for a few moments. They had been married only a short time before the war broke out. She was glad to have him by her side once more.

Turning to Jack Conlon, she asks," So Jack, what do you make of this new information?"
"Honestly, I don't know. I might suggest that we get our own Intelligence Operators in on this?"
"Yes. I was thinking the same thing, though I don't like to say it out loud. Until I know what's going on I'm keeping my mouth shut. Everyone save Fionn, Lavallin and Bodies Without Organs is under suspicion."
"Surely Prince Enrique..."
"Look Jack, I want you to return to New Ballina. Put the troops on high alert. Mobilise if necessary for defense purposes only."
"Yes, Mi'Lady. I shall leave right away."

Conlon looks around and excuses himself making a discreet exit. He will be missed when the delegate reconvenes but Princess Maire is not concerned with this issue at the moment. She is thinking of a conversation that she had with Lord Stewart during the battle with the 32 County irish Republic.

She walks over to her husband politely interrupting his conversation. She puts a hand on his arm. "Fionn, darling, may I have a word with you? In private? Do forgive me Prince Enrique, sometimes it is so difficult to be...*she flashes him her most charming smile*... married under these circumstances. Thank you for understanding."

Without waiting for a reply from Prince Enrique she grabs Fionn's arm and leads him to a relatively secluded corner.

"Fionn, You know that when I maried you I pledged my life to you. Regardless of how you answer my question, I will stand by you. I need to know the truth about your history with British Imperialism. Why did Lord Stewart target you with such a vengance? He vaguely mentioned something about an encounter he had with you. What was he referring to? I spoke with him during the war when Eire Shamrock couldn't take the heat. I told him that we hated Eire Shamrock as much as he did and that we'd even gladly join British Imperialism his crusade against Eire Shamrock. When Lord Stewart learned of our feelings towards ES, he stopped attacking The 32 County Irish Republic at my request. At that point the war had already hit BI shores anyway and Lord Stewart was on the run. If it even was the authentic Lord Stewart. Can you possibly shed some light on this situation?"

On his own for a few moments, Enrique gets a drink and tries to settle down. First the discovery of a possible stewart stand-in, and now the proposal that there may be a clone running around. Just great. And to make things worse, it looked like the peace talks had stalled. He thinks to himelf [ Things were so much simpler back in the militairy. All you had to worry about was getting shot. All these conspiracies is enough to drive a man mad. Oh well. Just have to get through this, so everybody back home can get on with their lives.]

"Fionn, You know that when I maried you I pledged my life to you. Regardless of how you answer my question, I will stand by you. I need to know the truth about your history with British Imperialism. Why did Lord Stewart target you with such a vengance? He vaguely mentioned something about an encounter he had with you. What was he referring to? I spoke with him during the war when Eire Shamrock couldn't take the heat. I told him that we hated Eire Shamrock as much as he did and that we'd even gladly join British Imperialism his crusade against Eire Shamrock. When Lord Stewart learned of our feelings towards ES, he stopped attacking The 32 County Irish Republic at my request. At that point the war had already hit BI shores anyway and Lord Stewart was on the run. If it even was the authentic Lord Stewart. Can you possibly shed some light on this situation?"


"Marie, if you recall I was at the head of the Allied Irish Armies that ultimatlely led to them being forced out of 32 County. I handed down the order to ban he and his allies from 32 County. I would guess that he holds a grudge. After all of his banter about British superiority he lost. Pure and simple he lost. Maybe he just couldn't deal witht that fact. He seemed to target those who had oppposed him. Red and I brought the ground forces to bear on him while you engaged his naval forces. Bohola and NIF supplied air as well as other units while Eire just added his words to the fray. I am not sure why he stopped when you asked him. But he did, and even not knowing why I am glad that it happened. Do you have any ideas? Anything he said that might have been odd? "

Trevelyan seems quite overwhelmed all the developmens... "Accusations, reparations, fifth columns led by clones... oh my! How can one find peace in all of this?"

Meanwhile, out in the helicopter park...
... two soldiers are discussing the situation as they hear it over the mircophones in their delegate's outfit.
"You getting this Sandri? ... sounds like there's been some prety bad sh*t going on all over this war."
"I'm quite aware of what's going on, Adams, as you should be too if you'd read the pre-op brief..."
"Well, duh. I read enough to get the plan that we're here to bail ol' tubby out if someone sets off of mess on the proceedings."
"Highly sumarised, but the bones of the matter, yes. Your thoughts on potential trouble?"
"Well Free Ulster Nation would cause a stink if they were actually here... you copy the cr*p they've been broadcasting?"
"Not very FUNny."
"My god! Corpral Sandriel... was that a joke?"
"Maybe. But I was thinking more of the present delegates... do we know how the Lavallin guards are equipped?"
"I thought it would be them next on the list... dunno. They got here before us. You think they might be thinking to cause trouble?"
"They are still demanding revenge and being backed into a corner over their blatant use of bio-weaponry... if things go too wrong for them they may cause a scene."
"Well then I'll tell the Sarge to be on the lookout while you get on to the BWO people for an answer on that one."
"Agreed."

Back in the meeting-room...
... Trevelyan clears his throat as he tries to make sense of all that is happeneing.

"The question of reparations is a matter of concern for many... as you can see the British Imperialism economy is in no position to recover anytime soon, let alone afford immense payments to surrounding nations: Have we learned nothing from Versaille? Enforcement of reparations on a stifled economy is disasterous, both economically and socially: leading to the rise of extremists like the ones who may well be responsible for this atrocity. To force further indignities on the British people will only push them quicker into the hands of such fanatics!"

Turning her attention to the representative from Whispering Voices she says, "Cardinal, you appear a man informed of the biological sciences - wouldn't a clone be several years younger than the real British Imperialism PM. I believe they have a tendency to succumb to the diseases that afflict the elderly at an early stage, but I do not believe they reach maturity any earlier. If we accept this plot as a temporary working hypothesis, shouldn't the clone of the PM, assuming that the experiment was initiated when he reached a postion of power, be a much younger copy? Lavallin, you have experience here as well, what say you?"


Harumph... I'm not a scientist however from general knowledge I have, clones are Copys of the clonned, there are certain genetic markers that show a clone is actually older on cellular level then seems.

If a person appears who looks like Stewart, claims is stewart, we have test procedures that can expose clones, in fact our High security areas we have a simple test all undergo to gain access to our secure Military and other areas, so no enemy agent could ever be made from any of our Top people and pass for them.

Now please excuse me, I must make a secure call to my people, to make them aware of the threat and put our massive police force on alert red.

Olga has raised from her seat and stares out at the lights upon the darkened ocean through the debating chamber's windows, before turning back to the assembly and stating, "I was somewhat harsh in my response to the representative for Psychik tv when she raised the matter earlier, and for that I send my apologies. I would, however, like to add several points to those made by the Lt. Colonel: call me an old classicist if you will, but I prefer the term weregeld to reparations - blood money or murder money if you will. It used to be paid by the kin of a murderer to the kin of their victim. The murderer's kin could of course disown them and not pay the price. Then the killer would be left without ties or allies and fair game for vengeance. However, in practice it was always flawed. In my opinion it merely created an economy of murder. Njal's Saga, an old Icelandic tale, tells of the problem with reparations: the mere possession of economic power becomes a licence to murder. In one section one of the clans receive wergild in reparation for one of their murdered kin. The clan merely put the money on a shelf, and when next they kill a member of the clan that paid them they just send back the money untouched, still in the sack in which it was originally deliverd to them."

"All the sides embroiled in this affair have suffered, and I personally fail to see how financial repayments will salve their grievances. Does anyone here think that such reparations would come from the enemy's military expenditure? I suspect that environmental or educational or social welfare plans would instead be cut back. Certainly much reconstruction and rebuilding needs to take place - the ports and cities of British Imperialism, the hospitals of Psychik tv, the fair city of new Dublin, need I go on? I was going to suggest that a fund be set up to which nations could apply, not in the place of vengeance, but so as to simply rebuild."

"I must confess that I made the point to the representative for British Imperialism that we too would be seeking compensation, yet we planned to demand this as fishing rights along their relatively uncontaminated north-eastern coast. Our teams in place on their oil-rigs have identified new cod stocks in that area, and given the destruction of British Imperialist harbour facilities, we did not expect BI to begin exploiting them for many years to come. I believe that at present the only functional docks in British Imperialism as those rebuilt by the civil contractors Drakonium Imperium and several Mulberry harbours put in place by Vysean armed forces."

She lifts another sheet of paper from her seemingly unending stock and after glancing down at it continues, "We have also passed enquiries to the ministers of Red Tide with regard to compensation for their nefarious plan to embroil us within this armed conflict. I hope that you will believe me when I say that we were planning to use such funds, if they were made available to set up an array of scholarships in our universities and exchange holidays for the younger generations of British Imperialism and the people of the 32 County Irish Republic Region. If I may be brutally frank for a moment, although we do not possess armed forces, we are primarily interested in our own nation's survival. Such survival is put at risk while enmity and ill-feeling still fester between close-by nations. We hoped that we could show the youth of British Imperialism that the people of 32 County Irish Republic are not subhuman and the youth of 32 County Irish Republic that the people of British Imperialism are not born fascist. It was our hope that by so doing we would foster a disinclination in future generations to press the red button when instructed by their misguided leaders. We hoped to instil the readiness to reject illegitimate authority that the representative for Tarrican described earlier."

In conclusion she adds, "In the light of current developments we see that the initiation of such programmes may take longer than we expected, but it is still our primary goal to guarantee our people's survival through the resolution of this conflict and the prevention of future resumptions of hostilities."

Harumph... I'm not a scientist however from general knowledge I have, clones are Copys of the clonned, there are certain genetic markers that show a clone is actually older on cellular level then seems.




"So we may have an cloned individual, that despite being chronologically younger than the real Stewart, may appear physiologically as old. I regret this further complication. I will contact our customs officers and coast guards and see if anyone entering that description has made their way into our territory, but I expect no useful results," responds Ms. Chinaski.



OOC: hmmm: http://www.innovitaresearch.org/news/03022801.html
..........it appears that cloned mice do, in some cases, age faster than the control sample...

"All the sides embroiled in this affair have suffered, and I personally fail to see how financial repayments will salve their grievances. Does anyone here think that such reparations would come from the enemy's military expenditure?
"


Ahh, Ms, who says that BI should even have any large military force after what has happened?

Their Military spending should only be on sufficent armed forces for their nations protection, no need of all those Subs, Large warships, long range bombers, large army, tanks and other forces that are of an offense nature useful only to attack.

And no Troop transports, no need for their forces to leave their nation being Defense only.

Why they would save much by not spending on rebuilding all those military toys they had, if they however HAVE the money to rebuild their destroyed military, they surely would then have plenty of money for reparations, so it is absurd to suggest they would cut other things to pay reparations while spending freely to rebuild their Military, no, if we get no reparations, BI should then only be allowed minimal military spending to only build back a SMALL defense force and the only navy , shore patrol Boats.

"All the sides embroiled in this affair have suffered, and I personally fail to see how financial repayments will salve their grievances. Does anyone here think that such reparations would come from the enemy's military expenditure?
"


Ahh, Ms, who says that BI should even have any large military force after what has happened?



Ms. Chinaski tears off the edge of a sheet of paper, scribbles on it and slips it to the representative for Lavallin. Upon it is written:

Who says? The BI navy says. I believe it is only a concern for the safety of their civilians on the occupied mainland that has prevented them from carrying out anything other than probing attacks.

Forsyth reterns from the facilties looking a bit more composed. He sits down at the table and pulls out his notebook and phone. After talking with his office to update information he addresses the delegation. "Well I have some good news. A message from her Majesty has been transmitted to all of our colonies. Thus far we have accounted for some 550 divisions of ground forces and 100% of Land based air power in India, Hong Kong, Bahamas, Canada, New Zealand and Australia. We have accounted for 75% of her Majesties fleets with those in the Atlantic and the Irish sea moving to turn themselves over to the occupying forces. They will approch to within radio range give exact coordinates and follow such commands as needed to protect those units which will direct them to a docking point. This leaves us with approximately 90 divisions unaccounted for and no word from the colonies of South Africa and the Sudan. We are still working out the composition of these divisions and will relay that information as soon as possible. Her Majesties governement wishes to assist in any way possible to avoid any further problems."



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Meanwhile in the North Atlantic an Aegis crusier drifts northward. A number of hits have beeen registered on the vessel and no signs of life are apparent. A small craft pulls alongside and a number of civilans board the vessel. Two of the men proceed to the main bridge. Upon entering the taller man exclaims" God Harry, these poor buggers sure bought it hard eh?" " Right Bill, teach em to carry such dangerous stuff. Nasty I say. Serves em right though. Course does make our job easier."
"Right Harry, good thing the Boss knew bout this. Now what did e say?" "Listen up Bill he said to find the nuke and launch at the coordinates that he gave us. That he did. He saidd however many missiles was left to fire off." "So Harry, ow do we tell ow many missiles is left?" Harry smacks Bill upside his head as he points at the missiles control gauge showing 4 missiles left in inventory. He pulls the dead crewman out of the seat and sits down pulling a small piece of paper out of his pocket."Good thing the Boss gave us directions. Tis ard work this here is." Afer a few moments of typing and entering passwords the panel comes to life and the missiles are ready for launch. The coordinates are placed int he system and Bill mashes the launch button. Four Missiles treak into the cold air of the North Atlantic streaking towards the nation of Bodies without organs, specifically a small cove where an importnat meeting is taking place.

Harry looks pleased after the missiles launch. " So Bill what are ya gonna do with the money we is gonna get fer this?" "Bill?" "Now what's going on Bill. Speak when I'm talking to ye." He turns around to see Bill laying on the floor his face holding the same expression as the dead crewman laying near him. Bill's face turns pale as he races for the door and falls dead after only a few feet. Once again quiet fills the lifeless ship floating on the sea. A recorded message repeats playing the message "Enjoy the gift compliments of the PRA."

Coast Guard monitoring station #7
Olafsvik Island: A rocky outcrop beaten by the waves 20 nautical miles off the BWO mainland.

A red light on a small panel set next to a cathode ray tube radar display starts blinking on and off in an insistent manner. On the display can be seen a set of tiny green blobs moving across the circles on the screen.

In the nearby staff room the monitoring crew are clustered around the television set watching the new colour broadcasts on BWOTV Channel 1. At present an episode of 'The Prisoner' is playing.

The red light continues to blink on the instrument panel. The alarm klaxon has been disconnected because of too many false alarms following an incident when a cup of cold coffee was spilt over the equipment by a careless operator.

If one were to walk out of the staffroom, down the corridor and out onto the gravel surrounding the monitoring station, it would just be possible to see several dots of light arcing across the sky.

'Deep sea survey vessel' BSV Mary Shelley
On patrol in BWO territorial waters.

If the surveying crew had turned on the radar system that night they may have just chanced upon a tiny flicker of unexpected activity at extreme range. However, their brief for this mission, despite the internationally circulated story of hunting out uncontaminated fish stocks, was to detect and monitor any submarine activity. Thus no one aboard the small vessel was paying any attention to the skies, instead the chief instruments officer was listening closely to the repetitive 'ping' of her sonar equipment. She had picked up an unexpected trace in the waters. Nothing was detected on magnetic devices, and her full attention was focused on determining what threat the passage of a humpbacked whale and its cubs beneath the craft constituted to her nation.

If Flight Officer Emmanuel Chopek had looked out beneath the port wing of the BWO Coast Guard Catalina The Tokyo-Montana Express his eyes might just have been discriminating enough to notice the tiny vapour trails that cut across the skies like threads against the setting sun. Instead, the fuel gauge on the old bird had been playing up again and was registering Empty. Despite rapid repeated demands for reappraisal issued by his knuckles banging against the glass, the recalcitrant needle refused to waver. He knew that the tanks were full, he had supervised the ground staff himself, and checked the reading at the beginning of his flight. He gave the gauge another reproachful tap, but it still wouldn't budge. He considered his position for a moment, and deciding that it wasn't worth the risk of losing the crate over a faulty full linkage, grasped the controls and swung down towards the ocean and his home base. The sight of clear skies and the setting sun lifted his mood slightly.

Cardinal Mattias nods at Olga. "It is possible to 'age' clones, although the process is - in vague terms - more a butchershop job than anything else, and therefore horrendously expensive and unfeasible in large numbers."

He listens, briefly, as Olga turns to the others and speaks. Then a buzzing sound nudges him to listen in to his comm unit.

[OOC: one launch of what appears to be a MLRBM will not be picked up by the ARES satellite system or any other WVs satellites, until it gets within a hundred miles of an important target - including this airfield. However, under normal circumstances, ARES can manage to pick out infinite detail - it's only a matter of time before the missile is noted.

Er... I wrote something that made no sense here]

At a desk in the New Tiger's Bay security control room an ancient 286 computer suddenly churned into life. There was a grinding sound from its five and a quarter inch winchester hard drives and the green and black plasma display flickered into life. Behind the screenburn which left the spreadsheet holding the retirement plans of a minor bureacrat indelibly visible for all future users a simple program running under DOS 4.0 came into sight. On one corner was the date, on the other the location. A simple map of the surrounding region generated entirely out of ASCII characters filled the rest of the viewable space. A blinking asterisk could be seen moving towards the coastline. Across the top of the monitor someone had pasted a sticker in commemoration of the film Wargames. It said LETS PLAY THERMONUCLEAR WAR in large bold letters comprised out of clearly visible pixels.

At the doorway of the room stood Sirus Blish, a rotund fellow in shirtsleeves and jeans. Irritation flickered over his face as he talked into the receiver of a wall-mounted phone.

"I don't see why it should be me that has to give the weapons disposition to those Tarrican security guys. It's not my department, is it?"

"...."

"Okay, okay, but you owe us a favour, Bob."

With that he put down the phone and walked into the adjoining office where he rifled through a stack of reports looking for the weapons disposition of representative's retinues. He found it, looked at the circular coffee cup stain on it, considered whether he actually gave a damn, and decided he didn't. He opened the door out to the walkway which led to the heliport with the list in his hand.

[quote="Lavallin"][quote=Bodies Without Organs]


Ms. Chinaski tears off the edge of a sheet of paper, scribbles on it and slips it to the representative for Lavallin. Upon it is written:

Who says? The BI navy says. I believe it is only a concern for the safety of their civilians on the occupied mainland that has prevented them from carrying out anything other than probing attacks.


Lavallin looks at the note... ... turns it over and Pens out:

What Navy?

The Lavallin Navy sunk two fleets, and the various Carrier Groups and Surface fleets are occupying the atlantic, the north sea, the channel and are surrounding BI.


If there are still any BI Naval units that have not surrendered, they will be sunk, Until peace is made.


Perhaps it escaped your notice of the Naval battles that occured in which Lavallin took a part and took apart the BI Naval forces in, and around BI and the air strikes from Lavallins Air Force that devasted all of the british Ports?

A cold wind had blown up from out of nowhere, and looking at the sheets of paper in his hand Sirus Blish gave a shiver. He consdiered the urgency of his new mission. Once again he concluded that he didn't give a damn and so he stepped back inside to get his jacket which he had left hanging up on his chair in front of the computer.

Exactly twelve seconds later he picked up the receiver of the wall mounted phone, stuck his index finger into the dial and rang 1-1-1.

Exactly seventeen seconds later he was transfered to the serving officer for catering and supplies.

Exactly thirty-five seconds later the operator managed to transfer him to the correct department and he spoke to Captain Eliza Mulholland of the Coast Guard.

Exactly sixty-three seconds later Captain Eliza Mulholland passed the phone to a gaunt man in a dark suit with no name badge who listened carefully to the report, looked at his watch and then pulled the blue lever which triggered the klaxons and alarms all around the complex to spring into life.

The representative's learned disquisitions and intircate powerplays were somewhat disrupted by the flashing red lights mounted in the ceiling and the earsplitting announcement: THIS FACILITY IS UNDER MISSILE ATTACK. PLEASE EVACUATE THE BUILDING IN AN ORDERLY MANNER. THANK YOU FOR USING NEW TIGER'S BAY CONFERENCE FACILITIES. WE HOPE YOUR TIME HERE HAS BEEN A PLEASENT ONE. PLEASE RECOMMEND US TO YOUR BUSINESS ASSOCIATES. THANK YOU.

It was another shining example of efficiency from the peerless BWO Coast Guard which has made it the envy of the known world...

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Meanwhile in the North Atlantic an Aegis crusier drifts northward. A number of hits have beeen registered on the vessel and no signs of life are apparent. A small craft pulls alongside and a number of civilans board the vessel. Two of the men proceed to the main bridge. Upon entering the taller man exclaims" God Harry, these poor buggers sure bought it hard eh?" " Right Bill, teach em to carry such dangerous stuff. Nasty I say. Serves em right though. Course does make our job easier."
"Right Harry, good thing the Boss knew bout this. Now what did e say?" "Listen up Bill he said to find the nuke and launch at the coordinates that he gave us. That he did. He saidd however many missiles was left to fire off." "So Harry, ow do we tell ow many missiles is left?" Harry smacks Bill upside his head as he points at the missiles control gauge showing 4 missiles left in inventory. He pulls the dead crewman out of the seat and sits down pulling a small piece of paper out of his pocket."Good thing the Boss gave us directions. Tis ard work this here is." Afer a few moments of typing and entering passwords the panel comes to life and the missiles are ready for launch. The coordinates are placed int he system and Bill mashes the launch button. Four Missiles treak into the cold air of the North Atlantic streaking towards the nation of Bodies without organs, specifically a small cove where an importnat meeting is taking place.

Harry looks pleased after the missiles launch. " So Bill what are ya gonna do with the money we is gonna get fer this?" "Bill?" "Now what's going on Bill. Speak when I'm talking to ye." He turns around to see Bill laying on the floor his face holding the same expression as the dead crewman laying near him. Bill's face turns pale as he races for the door and falls dead after only a few feet. Once again quiet fills the lifeless ship floating on the sea. A recorded message repeats playing the message "Enjoy the gift compliments of the PRA."


In the Lavallin defense center, a Priority flash Red goes through, an alarm goes off, and various personnal react... as some of the missles are picked up and the launch registered... the missles are being tracked... the possiable impact areas are being noted... up in space the Lavallin SDI Satellites are powering up....

Off The Coast of BWO, a Carrier task force of Lavallins.. out in international waters Btw..( where did any THINK that stealth plane came from bringing Lavallins delegation?)

.... Alarms go off as flash red comes in, and Information comes in on the missles being tracked... The admiral orders Condition Red And Orders the Fleet to Full Battlestations



In the North Atlantic, another CBG of Lavallins registers the Missle launchs... and a flash red priority goes out... area of launch is noted and orders go out for a Frigate, 4 destroyers and 2 attack Subs to investigate... On the aegis cruisers in the fleet they start to track the Missles...



(Its BWO ball game through Lavallin will take some sort of action based on developments..)

Olga Chinaski covers her ears at the announcement. Once it has finished echoing around the now almost silent hall, she straightens her glasses and says, "Ladies, gentlemen, it appears we're going to have to call short this delightful little soiree... I suggest you contact your military. In the meantime we can offer you the use of either our bomb shelter, just through the doors at the back there and down the stairs, or our chinooks which should be touching down shortly." With that she shuffles her papers into order, tucks them into a file, picks up her cardigan and begins walking towards the doors to the courtyard, "Personally I am going to see if I am needed anywhere," she adds as an afterthought.


****

Outside all is in apparent chaos as transport helicopters set down just outside the building and people run across the tarmac, buffeted by the wind from their double rotors.

Ms. Chinaski turns around as she reaches the doorway, calls over a member of staff and passes him her notes and instructs him to place them in the shelter. She looks at the assembled representatives and coughs before saying: "We would welcome any assistance in averting this attack. I am hereby granting temporary permission for the forces of all nations here represented to operate in our territorial waters until such time as this attack is over. I leave the exact implementation of any plans to the more militarily experienced here among us. I wouldn't hold out much hope in our Coast Guard, they try hard, but they've never fired a shot in anger yet."


****
Outside the first of the Chinooks has already taken off, evacuating minor aides and functionnaries. It climbs above the hills on the side of the bay and down the other side, in the hope that they will shield the craft. Two still remain engaged in picking up passengers.

OOC: the ball is in someone else's court.

Ms. Chinaski turns around as she reaches the doorway, calls over a member of staff and passes him her notes and instructs him to place them in the shelter. She looks at the assembled representatives and coughs before saying: "We would welcome any assistance in averting this attack. I am hereby granting temporary permission for the forces of all nations here represented to operate in our territorial waters until such time as this attack is over. I leave the exact implementation of any plans to the more militarily experienced here among us. I wouldn't hold out much hope in our Coast Guard, they try hard, but they've never fired a shot in anger yet."


****
Outside the first of the Chinooks has already taken off, evacuating minor aides and functionnaries. It climbs above the hills on the side of the bay and down the other side, in the hope that they will shield the craft. Two still remain engaged in picking up passengers.

OOC: the ball is in someone else's court.



Lavallins SDI acquires one Missle... a Laser lances down... and the missle explodes with debris falling into the sea.


Off BWO Coast the Lavallin CBG launchs all planes... and places the Aegis cruisers in the projected path of other missles..


In the Room Lavallins delegate turns to fellow 32 Nation... I suggest we leave post haste... Your welcome to come in my plane upon which Lavallins delegates turn and stride to where their Stealth Plane is still waiting warmed up ready to go.


elsewhere the Task force dispatched approchs the derelict Aegis cruiser... and no life is seen on it however the Lifeless bodies are noted and the task force commander orders a level 1-A bio-Hazard alert in case and orders a team to go aboard to investigate..


In the Lavallin Command post, things are tense....

Lavallins Stealth Jet takes off.... hitting quickly mach 1 then faster...

(OOC: its up to other 32 nation if they accepted invite and are safely aboard or are scrambling to leave in their own way...)


SDI System locks on and eliminates a 2nd acquired Missle..

Aegis cruisers have yet to acquire other missles..


Something strange about the type of missles these are...

(balls in everyone elses court... 2 Missles remain... ta ta...)

On board the small BWO patrol craft #133 there is a hive of activity as two members of crew break out the package which was consigned to them for just this event. As the small craft tosses and falls on the waves fifteen nautical miles from the coast the man and woman prepare the Stinger missile. Radar reports indicate that by happenstance they should have visual contact with what are believed to be Tomahawk missiles carrying anything from high explosive, through chemical to 200kt nuclear warheads. AB Petra Engles is the first to sight the two low flying missiles as they fly at little distance above the waves. She preps her partner, AB Jacques Breton and they let fly with their own anti-missile. A gust of flame scorches the bulkhead behind them as it erupts from its launching tube. It races across the seas in a path almost perpendicular to the incoming missiles. It impacts and an eruption of debris can be seen through Engles' field glasses. She struggles to follow the result of their strike.

The two missiles continue undisturbed on their way.


OOC: I'm guessing that these are Tomahawks... (max speed: 550mph range: 600 miles) which would give them a flight time of anything up to just over an hour. We don't know where they were launched from, only that it was somewhere in "the North Atlantic". I'm assuming about 200 miles or a flight time of 20 minutes, and that they are following a path vaguely parallel to the southern coastline of BWO. Consider the first 10 minutes are lost and then permission to intercept was granted. Should we call a halt to the proceedings until more people are online?

OOC: I'm 'happy' enough to take the hits, but I will wait until we give the other representatives a chance to attempt to evacuate the premises first. We'll give them a while and then make assumptions for those that haven't responded. That seem OK? Don't want to be accused of nuking/poisoning/blowing up any of our guests while they sit there unreacting. BI could you TG me with details of warheads so I can play this out realistically if it comes to that.

At least one missile will get through and impact

Ms. Chinaski turns around as she reaches the doorway, calls over a member of staff and passes him her notes and instructs him to place them in the shelter. She looks at the assembled representatives and coughs before saying: "We would welcome any assistance in averting this attack. I am hereby granting temporary permission for the forces of all nations here represented to operate in our territorial waters until such time as this attack is over. I leave the exact implementation of any plans to the more militarily experienced here among us. I wouldn't hold out much hope in our Coast Guard, they try hard, but they've never fired a shot in anger yet."


****
Outside the first of the Chinooks has already taken off, evacuating minor aides and functionnaries. It climbs above the hills on the side of the bay and down the other side, in the hope that they will shield the craft. Two still remain engaged in picking up passengers.

OOC: the ball is in someone else's court.

Fionn grabs Marie and they head towards the awaiting plane. He looks down at her and smiles"It's amazing how we keep meeting like this." He says with a smirk as the plane lifts off. He thinks to himself"Let's hope we have enough time. Danuan anti missile abilities are out of range here. Damn wish I could do something." All he can do right now is hold his wife as they fly from the target site and watch as the bay grows smaller till it dissapears behind the cliffs.

Forsyth frantically gathes together his papers before rushing out to board a waiting helicopter. "Dear God what is next?"

As the Blue Rogue security detail rushes Enrique towards a plane, Enrique pulls out a special comlink. "Operation Emeperor's Hammer Beta, execute now!" Slightly off the coast, a fast-attack missile boat receives the transmission. Immediatley, 5 Interceptor missiles are fired. The two groups of missiles meet on the radar. However, one of the missiles gets through.
"Damn! Fire another round!
"It's too late sir! That mssile's gonna get through! And we're so close to the detonation point that we'll get blown to bits too!"
"Alright, get us out of here!"

Cardinal Mattias, meanwhile, had gone with Trevelyan back to the Whispering Voices helicopter - an early warning from satellites had given the pilots time to get ready. The two men almost jumped in, with Mattias' bodyguard literally jumping in as it took off. The helicopter instead of flying wildly out to sea, moved inland and attempted to put the maximum distance between itself and the rocket, but also used GPS and world map systems to find a nice big hill to put between it and the incoming explosion.

Fionn grabs Marie and they head towards the awaiting plane. He looks down at her and smiles"It's amazing how we keep meeting like this." He says with a smirk as the plane lifts off. He thinks to himself"Let's hope we have enough time. Danuan anti missile abilities are out of range here. Damn wish I could do something." All he can do right now is hold his wife as they fly from the target site and watch as the bay grows smaller till it dissapears behind the cliffs.

Princess Maire looks out at the cliffs of Bodies Without Organs. Despite Fionn's attempts to make her feel better with his wit and protectiveness she is inwardly infuriated. She smiles at him but thinks to herself that whomever attacked Bodies Without Organs during a peace conference... a peace conference, for god's sake... will pay for this.
For the time being she cannot do much. She leans into her husband's arms but her mind is miles away.

ETA -5 seconds:
Saul Cohen, head of the BWO Diplomatic Corp, is engaged in settling a dispute as to who gets on which evacuation craft. He has rounded on a troublemaker who is trying to cut in on the queue to the second craft and is upbraiding him for his lack of consideration. The troublemaker, browbeaten, is dispatched to join the end of the queue for the last Chinook. Satisfied that the plans are going along in an orderly fashion he wanders over to wait behind the troublemaker. The beaker in his hand has been replaced with a bottle of brandy, from which he now lets himself take long gulps. He lights a cigar and waits as the flight crew guide the people ahead of him onto the craft.



ETA -4 seconds:
At the main entrance to the conference complex policemen can be seen fighting to don riot gear and crawl under their Landrovers and the two armoured cars that back them up in case of emergency. Inspector Lloyd Jude curses the night-stick on his belt which has become jammed in one of the wheel arches of the Landrover and is holding him pinned to the ground, half exposed. The radio at his chest crackles with a rapid to-and-fro of urgent communications and reports. He pulls it off his uniform and tosses it away. He tries once more to free his night-stick from where it is caught, but realises it isn’t going to give. He reaches up and pulls his balaclava over his face and flicks down the visor of his helmet. Through his protective headgear he can hear the clear voice of the Sergeant singing Men Of Harlech. ‘Fecking welsh git’, he thinks, but finds himself joining in on the words he knows.



ETA -3 seconds:
Onboard the first evacuation Chinook, which carries mostly non-essential staff and those lucky enough to have been close to the landing site, the human cargo are jostled and thrown as the flight crew wrestle to control their mammoth craft. It is not designed for nap of the earth flight at high speed across sloping terrain, but this is what they are demanding of it as they skim metres above the ground in the bay to the east of the conference centre. The pilot sees that he must make a decision - either land here, on the western slope of the rise, or try and make it to the next inlet, putting more rock between himself and the target site. He glances at the chronometer mounted on the instrument panel and pulls back on the steering column, trying to make it to the next depression.



ETA -2 seconds:
On the once again unattended screen of the 286 in the security building the flashing asterisk has moved all the way across the screen and is now centred directly above the O that designates the complex. Next to it a wide carriage dot matrix printer begins to chitter into life, printing out a report of the incident onto sheets of white and green stripped tractor feed paper. Sirus Blish’s jacket still hangs on the chair facing the screen, and across the keyboard lie the coffee stained weapons dispositions that he had been requested to deliver.



ETA -1 seconds:
The second evacuation Chinook crosses the crags on the eastern side of New Tiger’s Bay. The pilot identifies a small hollow shaded by the mouth of the inlet, and considers trying to reach its relative safety. She decides against it and instead sets down on the flat sands licked by the crashing waves. The amplified sound of her voice fills the craft, cutting across the repetitive beat of the rotor blades: "This craft is now landed, it is environmentally sealed and its pressurised hull should contain sufficient supplies for us to wait out the storm,." She reconsiders her position and lifts the craft a foot into the air, lifts the undercarriage and sets down the belly on the sand in the hope of greater stability come the blast wave. "Sorry for the unscheduled landing."



ETA 0 seconds:
Nothing.



ETA +1 second:
The external blast proof door of the bomb shelter located under the main security building slams shut. Inside people on the edge of panic rush through the wide access corridors to the inner sacntum and begin to grapple with the secondary blast door. The lever is obstructed by a discarded brief case. It is kicked out of the way into the airlock and sheets of pink paper and a packed lunch scatter from it. The internal door smashes into place, and for a moment the crowd inside feel a minute sense of relief. They look around them at the cramped conditions they find themselves in and sit down in near silence on the cold concrete floor.



ETA +2 seconds:
The first Chinook has cleared the wall of rock in front of it and the pilot crashes the belly down into the sandy shore of the inlet. A tall line of steep cliffs and another small bay lie between them. He hopes that it will be enough. His voice crackles across the internal public address system of the craft: "We…", he realises he doesn’t know what to say, "…pray to your gods if you got them. Bury your heads." With that done he detaches lines from his helmet and assumes the instructed safety position, as an afterthought he adds "Thank you for flying BWO."



ETA +3 seconds:
Captain Eliza Mulholland of the BWO Coast Guard stumbles down the stairwell leading to the bomb shelter located under the main security building. Her feet struggle to make her way past discarded personal effects that clutter the passageway. She turns the corner and sees that the red light is lit above the door. It has been sealed. She cusses and strikes at the door with a fist, before throwing herself into the foetal position in the corner by the blast door. She takes off her heavy fluorescent waterproof jacket and huddles beneath it. She begins to think that maybe she should have listened to her dad and stayed on the farm. A life of mind numbing tedium tending to the chickens and driving the old Massey-Fergusson suddenly seems like a very appealing prospect. Her hand clutches at the St. Christopher medallion that hangs on a golden chain around her neck. Tears start to roll down her cheeks in the darkness beneath her jacket.



ETA +4 seconds:
The final Chinook requests clearance for take off from the air traffic control tower. The co-pilot looks aghast at Flight Lieutenant John Ripley with his crackpot notion that they need permission to lift off from the target site. The rear cargo doors are still open and there is still a press of people rushing aboard. The co-pilot glances skywards, but the glare from the floodlights that ring the landing zone makes it difficult for him to see anything. The pilot shouts "ROGER THAT" and begins to pull back on the joysticks, lifting the undercarriage from the tarmac surface. Saul Cohen takes another long drink from the bottle of brandy in his hand, and seeing that the troublemaker in front of him seems somewhat disturbed, passes the bottle to him.



ETA +5 seconds:
AB Antoine Perretti lifts his head from the dirt on the western side of the crags that are on the approach side of the bay. He sees a tiny dot racing through the sky. He jabs the prone form of AB Magnus Genet next to him and shouts for action. They hoist the stinger tube into firing configuration and Antoine lines up the Tomahawk in the heads-up display. Red lines trace across the field of his vision as he jerks and twists to catch the boxed target into his firing circle. The shapes collide and begin to flash. He braces himself for launching and next to him Marcus ducks out of the way of the tongues of flame which will erupt from the rear of the device. AB Perretti gently pulls back on the firing mechanism. There is an audible click and his viewscreen is filled with large green text which spells out CAUTION: SAFETY ENGAGED. "Holy fecking shite," he hollers as he throws himself down the hillside as the Tomahawk crashes through the air mere tens of metres above his head with a screaming shriek.



ETA +6 seconds:
Manning the antiquated 22mm anti-aircraft gun emplacement on the flat hardened concrete roof of the debating hall Lance-Corporal Uther Delgado fires off shell after shell at the incoming threat. The proximity fuses on the ack-ack fire erupt in the open night sky sending out puffs of smoke which obscure his view through the rangefinder. The staccato rattle of the belts of ammunition is matched by his repeated mantra: "Feck. Feck. Feck. Feck. Feck. Feck. Feck. Feck." Inside his leather gloves his palms are sweaty and if anyone cared to look a dark stain of urine would be visible running down the leg of combat fatigues. The missile clears the mountainous barrier to the west of the cove, and its short, stubby wings can be seen to shake slightly as it throws itself into a tight turn and puts itself in place two hundred metres above the rooftop of the main conference building. Its simple electronic brain matches the view from this point with the pre-programmed aerial photographs with which it has been primed. It checks again to assure that no error has taken place and an electrical signal is sent to a relay which triggers the mechanism of the 200 kiloton warhead which is carried in the Tomahawk’s distended belly. It is now in explosive configuration.



ETA +7 seconds:
A switch is thrown inside the Tomahawk and a detonator bursts into life, firing a hardened bolt through a narrow tube. The hardened bolt impacts against a thick plate, compressing two masses of fissionable isotopes together into explosive configuration. They now possess sufficient mass for a chain reaction to take place. A fireball six hundred metres wide is born in the dark skies above the New Tiger’s Bay conference facilities. It blooms like a new flower in the night. The light is whiter than white: many times brighter than the noon day sun. All optical systems in the area are instantly burnt out. All oxygen within the fireball is instantly consumed in temperatures in excess of one thousand degrees centigrade. More oxygen is torn from the surrounding air as the fireball continues to rage. The initial blast wave impacts. The hardened concrete roof of the conference hall is cracked into pieces little larger than the size of bricks. Metal reinforcing rods scream in agony as the twist and buckle. The primary supportingstructure of the building sags and wrenches itself apart. Showers of concrete and stonework are forced away from ground zero at velocities in excess of one hundred miles per hour. Like a concertina the debating chamber collapses in on itself. What once was an internationally recognised architectural masterpiece is now little more than a heap of flattened rubble. The urine that had stained Lance-Corporal Uther Delgado’s combat fatigues was instantly turned to superheated vapour, but this would have mattered little to him, as he too made this transition.



ETA +8 seconds:
The initial shock wave races out from ground zero. The rear section of the last Chinook is simply vaporised. Head of the BWO Diplomatic Corps Saul Cohen and the troublemaker sitting next to him cease to exist. Superheated globules of metal are sent forward into the crew compartment as the flight crew struggle to comprehend the hell that surrounds them. They only have mere seconds to try to come to terms with the nature of the catastrophe as flames race through the vessel. The broken heavy transport helicopter is tossed into the air and impacts against the rocky walls of the bay, its twisted rotors biting into the blackened soil. Flight Lieutenant John Ripley is hurled against the strengthened glass windows and impaled upon a controls stanchion before the heat reaches him. The tarmac of the courtyard upon which the Chinook had rested is now a seething morass of boiling pitch. The last recorded message from the air traffic control tower was "GO CHARLIE TWO! PARAMEDIC ALPHA HOLD AT TEN KLICKS! OUR FATHER WHO ART IN HEA" - a message sent as the lower half of the tower was turned into little more than dust and powder and the upper section plummeted in on itself. Anyone fortunate enough to be caught at ground zero at this point in the attack was instantly turned to grey ash and dispersed over the compound. The hangars by the runway were simply flattened, along with those craft which they housed. Sections of the security buildings were lifted in chunks and thrown toward the mouth of the bay. In one roofless section of a room could be seen an individual clawing at the air, their flesh hanging in strips off their bones. Captain Eliza Mulholland of the BWO Coast Guard was incinerated as the shock twisted through the corridor and slammed her body into the blast door. The flames from the fireball reached the aviation fuel store and technical facilities. A second fireball erupted into the night sky, and flaming liquid leaped into the air in dancing fluid forms.



ETA +9 seconds:
Funnelled by the two rocky walls that formed the mouth of the bay, a cloud of superheated deoxygenated air and fine dust raced out towards the sea. As it came into contact with the face of the waters raging banks of steam erupted from the ocean. Small boats at harbour were plucked up and sent spinning through the air. Some were torn asunder like toys sending further sheets of vicious shrapnel racing to freedom, others managed to maintain structural integrity and impacted upside down into the boiling sea. A sheet of flame raced up and over the craggy side walls of the bay, instantly turning all plant and animal life it encountered to charred, blackened, brittle remains. The Stinger shells that ABs Genet and Perretti were lying next to detonated in the heat, and were matched by other synchronised explosions that marked the ring of final missile defence. The cloud of steam and fire and dust raced out to sea, ripping buoys and anti-submarine nets from the water. When it reached the mouth of the cove its intensity was somewhat dissipated as the crags no longer constrained it and it opened out along the shoreline and further out to the south. At the north, landward end, of the cove the flames and initial shockwave rumble across the landscape crushing cars, trees and small buildings in its wake. Stretches of sandy soil next to the bubbling tarmac of the roadways are fused into sheets of white hot glass. Sections of the main conference chamber are cast out against the high perimeter fence and flatten it. Inspector Lloyd Jude’s body is lifted up into the air, his night-stick still braced in the wheel arch of the Landrover, and he is carried away with the vehicle through the air. The wave of anger reaches a steep rise and the flames and smoke erupt into the night sky, carried upward by the slope beneath it. The closest group of anti-war protestors and the security staff blocking their path are tossed aside and scattered through the fields by the roadway as little more than chunks of blackened torsos and severed limbs, still dressed in their uniforms and the boiler suits of the protestors’ black blocks.



ETA +10 seconds:
The cloud of desolation begins to rise up skywards like an enormous smoke ring. A mushroom cloud nine miles high and seven miles across begins to form in the darkening air. The shockwave continues to roll across the surface of the earth, causing almost one hundred percent fatalities out to a distance of nearly a mile. Even those sheltered from the shockwave will suffer almost one hundred percent fatalities from ionising radiation. Buildings and other man made structures unsheltered behind mountainous terrain are destroyed out to a distance of nearly two miles. Those caught within this radius may survive if they were lucky enough to shield themselves from the impact of the shock and the extreme rolling heat which spreads to a distance of three miles. Any exposed flesh will suffer third degree burns, and much shielding and clothing will be welded instantly to the human body.




The nation of BWO was lucky. Of the four missiles launched at the territory three were destroyed en route by their temporary guests. One was still sufficient to utterly annihilate the target. A single 200 kiloton warhead was ample for the job at hand. The principle of economy of force was once again demonstrated as valid.

In the Whispering Voices helicopter, Lt.Colonel Marcus Trevelyan (retired) pales as the light of the explosion washes over the window beside him. The Sargeant of his guards sits behind him, the others are in the Tarrican helicopter close behind.
"Sweet God the Tester... Now I learn anew the fear of that fire that the heavens gave uranium. And give thanks once more we have not pursued its construction."
*He turns to his opposite number.*
"Mattias, this is clear evidence that someone wants to stop peace from happening here at all costs. I don't know who's side they are on if anybody's... but this goes beyond Red Tide's idiotic manipulations of Lavallin's mindless racism. This is evil. Base, vile and evil. These people must be found and these people must be stopped."

OOC
Wow. An amazing description. Sorry I didn't respond before it hit and thanks to WV for pulling me out for me ;)

OOC: any remaining delegates are assumed to have done one of the following:
1. hitched a ride with the second BWO evac Chinook
2. hitched a ride with one of the other nation's representatives
3. run for one of the shelters
4. been vaporised

Don't want to put anybodies noses out of joint with a teensy-weensy nuclear explosion, do we? However, I think that it would be safe to say that the Indra Prime vessel IPS Chiermont and Princess Maire's yacht are now of little more than historical interest now.

I'll post up some badly planned and ill executed relief operations in acouple of hours.

Ironic footnote from today's UN assessment: Bodies Without Organs is ranked 1st in the region and 68,718th in the world for Safest Nations.

Though some distance away the mushroom cloud and blinding explosion are visible to the occupants of the plane. Fionn holds Marie and the only words to escape his mouth are"Holy Mother of God..." They had heard the horror stories of Hiroshima and Nagasaki but had never expected to witness it. Or for that matter to have been a target of one. He shuddered to think of the number of nations in the world with this kind of destruction. Psychotic dictators and madmen who would have no qualms of using such a device to destroy so much. He looked in horror at the shockwave of energy speeding from the explosion. With his left hand he grasped his rosary and began"
Ár nAthair atá ar neamh,
go naofar d'ainm
Go dtaga do ríocht
Go ndéantar do thoil
ar an talamh mar a dhéantar ar neamh.
ár n-arán laethúil tabhair dúinn inniu
Agus maith dúinn ár bhfiacha
Mar a mhaithimidne dár bhféichiúnaithe féin
Agus ná lig sinn i gcathú
ach saor sinn ó olc.
óir is leatsa an ríocht
agus an chumhacht agus an ghlóir
Trí shaol na saol. Amen

'Sé do bheatha, a Mhuire, atá lán de ghrásta,
tá an Tiarna leat.
Is beannaithe thú idir mná
Agus is beannaithe toradh do bhroinne, íosa.
A Naomh-Mhuire, a Mháthair Dé,
guigh orainn na peacaigh,
Anois agus ar uair ár mbáis. Amen."

As he spoke the words he had known since a child he wondered what the next few minutes would hold for them.

Forsyth huddled in the corner of the chinook and waited for the end. He missed his nice office, his safe home , his loving family. "Why Lord did such weapons have to exist." He thought to himself. "If I make it throught this I shall make a point to her Majesty that the entire stockpile be eliminated as soon as possible."

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Meanwhile in an undisclosed underground bunker an amused figure watches the event on a large computer screen. The cloud and explosion are brilliant even from a satellite image. He lets loose a low laugh. He then turn the chair to view other images coming in. A soldier in a grey and balck camoflauge comes up behind the man "Sir we are tracking the escaping delegates, shall we destroy them?" "Not at this time. Let the fear sink in. Let the paranoia fill them as they wonder what shall be next. Let them try to find who did this attack. They shall suspect quite a number of people, perhaps they shall even suspect each other. We shall see how much further this peace conference lasts. Soon very soon it shall be time time for the plot to thicken but not too much cannot cook it too much you might burn the pudding ah yes pudding pudding sounds good doesn't it yes I shall have some pudding." The soldier looks on in amazement as the man rambles on "My Lord?" The man composes himself and quiets down. "That will be all. leave me now." "Aye my Lord." The man looks once again at the monitors and giggles. "Much better then prime time."

You will all pay for your crimes, you shouldn't mess with the British. You have been warned.

Events:

In the Lavallin Command center the Nuclear explosion is registered, considering that it was aimed at what was an informal peace conference, the order goes out to bring all forces back to total War level.

Anaylsis is on going as to why the SDI system failed to get all 4 missles however the system was never built to be totally effective at covering areas outside of 32 nation, and only one of many satellites was in position to cover BWO area. Considering only One satellite was capable of acting and it was 50 percent effective it worked as well as a single SDI satellite could.. the strangeness of the missles is still under analysis.


Lavallins airforce is in the air, all carrier groups reporting having launched air assets, all SLBM capable subs are on station, everything is tense.

The Stealth Jet that left BWO is now escorted by 25 other Stealth Jets.


The Group investigating the Cruiser in area missles were launched is now covered by a rotating air cover of 100 planes, videos and other evidence are being taken ( All going aboard have widespectrum anti-bio vaccines and the vaccines against the bio weapons BI had used... and the teams are in full bio suits.)


An Exclusion zone is in place and subs have orders to sink any ship or sub that tries to enter ignoring the exclusion zone, those involved at peace conference are being told of findings and if any wish to may send own people under lavallins supervision , The videos and all are available...


A report comes in of an Unknown Submarine within Lavallins territorial waters.... and it's destriction, the recordings of its noise signature seems to indicate it was of the old Alfa class...

Orders are also going out to start investigating ANY and all derelict ships the Task Forces find in the Atlantic, North Sea, Channel, and other waters around 32 nation and BI Island.


A protest has been lodged with BWO over their poor security for what was while an informal talk, security was expected to be far better and a Resolution is being prepared to be placed in the UN to revoke BWO's ranking as "Safest" Nation.

Cardinal Mattias grimaces as he swallows down an iodine pill, and offers one to Trevelyan.

"I'm hoping this won't be necessary - ever since that war where Pure Evil foolishly attempted to use nuclear weapons to destroy our air force, we've had i-rad lacquering on our aircraft - but I don't want to get sick. And I'm guessing you want to retain the ability to bring new life into the world, eh?"

He swigs from a water canteen handed to him by the bodyguard, and then offers it.

"And no - we don't want to see this again. The Eleventh to Fifteenth Expeditions are en route from Murderous Tendencies to British Imperialism as we speak. Satellite reports this was from a British Imperialism cruiser - Triconderoga, I think, although I'm a little unsure as to why one would have nuclear weapons - but then, we've had an awful lot of practice in stamping down unruly populaces."

He gives a cynical laugh.

"Captain - get me Bodies Without Organs. Find out where, if at all, any further conference is to be held. And have this message sent out by the Ministry of Foreign Affairs ... "

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To: British Imperialism | Vyse King of Rogues | Bodies Without Organs

The Eleventh, Twelfth, Thirteenth, Fourteenth and Fifteenth Expeditions from Murderous Tendencies are approaching British Imperialism. Please let related and allied parties know, because we don't want to have to retaliate after what just happened to the Peace Conference.

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The huge fleet crashed through the waves, covering miles and miles of the ocean. In small clusters of five, CVF carriers were surrounded by rings of frigates and destroyers. Hunter-killer Trafalgars backed by ballistic Vanguards monitored under the surface, and 'David Seamans' - small automated boats with Goalkeeper emplacements literally surrounded and perforated the entire morass.

In the distant space above, ARES satellites watched - the whole of the 32 Nations came under scrutiny, systems monitoring for movement across the whole of the land, with the ability to delineate single square metres of land; and penetrating up to thirty feet underground. British Imperialism mainland came under even closer scrutiny, as spy planes joined the satellites in taking readings.

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OOC:

1) What I'm doing: looking for troop emplacements throughout the whole 32 nations area via satellite. The spysats can pretty much get accuracy to within a metre, and have limited subterranean penetration. Obviously I only expect the nations within 32 nations and in this thread to respond to this. Secondly, both spysats AND spyplanes are reconning British Imperialism - the planes are way high, and accompanied by a pair of Flankers each, so attempts to shoot them down better be pretty inventive.
2) Five expeditionary forces have been sent from Murderous Tendencies. The troop numbers are based from the Newer England military calculator with slight alterations (generally I have fewer personnel, smaller carriers etc. My navy is based off the Royal Navy). I actually have complete listings for the direct military assets I'm sending, if anyone has sufficient satellite coverage do a recon thing and I'll post up numbers.

OOC: Ticonderoga (sic) are a class of US AEGIS cruisers. They were the only ones I could find that carried offensive weapons which matched the descriptions given in BI's post - "nukes". That meant the missiles were probably Tomahawks... which can carry 200kt nuclear heads. Best ask BI...

OOC: yes, but Cardinal Mattias doesn't know that Ticonderogas have VLS Strike capability :) I was just adding something he *didn't* know about in, since he seemed remarkably well informed about genetics earlier, a subject he should really be turning a blind eye to :o

It wasn't a condemnation of your choice of vessel :) And kudos on writing a *believable* nuke attack.

The nuclear attack alarms wail throughout the streets and alleyways of the cities of Bodies Without Organs, and regularly repeated radio and television messages urge the populace to take shelter in the safe rooms which they have been instructed to prepare by the Civil Defence Committee.

The remnants of the BWO Diplomatic Corp send an encoded signal to all nations involved in the meeting which was so rudely disrupted that medical facilities are available at the St Uncumber Hospital in the city of Wilhemina, situated approximately one hundred and forty miles inland from New Tiger's Bay to the north-east. It is not the nearest source of medical aid, but they are expected to be rather overwhelmed with other casualties. It is believed that there is a Methodist church hall located close by which can be used for any further talks. The message is authorised in the name of the serving Chair of the Body of Delegates: Franklin W. Hardy-Boyce. He sends his regrets that he will not be able to attend, as all his attention is focused on relief and rescue efforts centred around New Tiger's Bay. He also understands if this new location is declined by the representatives.

The message will not directly reach the representative for British Imperialism, Mr. William Forsyth, who was last seen boarding one of the evacuation Chinooks. It appears that the communication systems on all three of the craft are not responding, but mobile phone calls have been made to passengers believed to be in Charlie One and Charlie Three.

Evacuation teams are expected to start reaching the target site within the nrxt hour. Any survivors who still have incoming radio contact from the outside world are advised to sit tight for what could be a long night.

Sir sidney Bridge looks around at the other delegates Cowering in the chinook

"obviously they were never in the royal marines" he thinks to himself sucking calmly on a polo mint.

AS he looks at the floor Sir sidney thinks how utterly useless the talks were

"Oh well nothing ventred, nothing gained" he reasures himself

"but at least British Commonwealth still holds free reign In BI But we still We need to find that Bastard Stuart he's the last piece of a great Puzzle'

BWO NTB Relief Operation communiqué #1:

Acting on intelligence granted us by the nations of Lavallin, Vyse, & Whispering Voices we have been able to conclude that four Tomahawk missiles were launched against the conference facilities at New Tiger's Bay (NTB hereinafter). Two of these missiles were believed to have been brought down by Lavallin forces, and one by Vysean forces located at the boundary of territorial waters. Temporary permission to operate within BWO territory had been granted as the magnitude of the crisis became clear. There are also reports that the BWO Coast Guard engaged, but failed to destroy, a missile.

One missile is believed to have found its way to the target location, travelling in a west-to-east trajectory using the fjords and inlets of the southern coast as guidance in it s flight. Sensors indicate that an airburst occurred at a distance of between 320 and 330 metres above sea level, centred upon the main conference hall which was being used as a venue for a meeting of international leaders. Plans to hold such a meeting were changed when the threat from anti-war protestors and the high ranking of representatives became apparent. The initial plan was to hold a small celebratory meal for international Consular staff serving in our capitol city. It was not expected that so many heads of state would attend.

The missile is believed to have been a Tomahawk chassis carrying a WD-80 nuclear device with an explosive charge equivalent to 200 kilotons. High altitude overflight indicates widespread devastation has been inflicted on a semi-circular area roughly two miles in radius, centred on the conference facilities. Major fires have been reported in a semi-circular area roughly three miles in radius, with isolated conflagrations at distances of up to five miles away. There are also reports of heavily damaged vessels at sea close to NTB. The uneven nature of the territory surrounding the conference centre is tentatively viewed as possible protection for some areas.

Our scientific department indicates that the warhead carried on the tomahawk missile is a relatively low fall-out device. The wind is observed to be blowing to the Southwest and risk of secondary contamination is rated as moderate to low. It is currently planned to proceed with extreme caution.

Initial reconnaissance expeditions will be led by the Civil Defence Force working in co-operation with the police department, fire brigade, coast guard, ambulance, and mountain rescue services. A team of inter-denominational chaplains will also be in attendance.

Signed:

Franklin W. Hardy-Boyce
Serving Chair of the Body of Delegates

Euthanasia teams accompanied by the chaplains begin to make their way into the disaster zone from the northern approach.

0330 EST


"He's not here sir" Corporal Goddard said emerging from the small bunker.
"Been deserted for weeks i think sir" he went on.


"FUCK" Lieutenant Peterson said.
"Another fucking goose chase, Bloody Intelligence Corp"

For the Past 2 weeks the entire 22nd Special Air Service regiment had been searching the entire BI Morland for Any sign of Lord stewart/stuart
It didn't matter what his name was British Commonwealth Wanted one of them alive.

So in the pissing Rain and howling wind, Lieutenant Peterson and his platoon had spent the last few of hours searching this Bunker for any sign of of him using a lead.

"come on lads, I think its time we pissed off" Peterson straightened up.

"Get on the horn Ford get the chopper to come pick us up."

As the soldiers headed for the Extraction point Peterson took one Last look at the moorland

"Your out there aren't you? Peterson thought
And you've got a lot more bags up your sleeve

Peterson Turned tightening his Cap and headed to were his platoon were.

Only the wind repiled to his thoughts.

Enrique's plane had only escaped 1 minute before the bomb hit. It escaped the thermal pulse, it escaped the shockwave. But one thing it could not escape was the EMP. The pilot swore as he suddenly lost most of his systems. The radio, which was EMP hardened, was still active.

Transmission from plane.

"This is Eagle 5, mayday, mayday! We have been crippled by EMP! We are plummeting towards the water! Damnit, we're inverting! We're going down! I repeat we're going--------(static)----------"

You will all pay for your crimes, you shouldn't mess with the British. You have been warned.

You'll get yours a--hole, you'll get yours.

Will I?? Will I now?? Not with the amount of allies I've got.

Mobile Surgery Civil Defence Force 7704th

In the cramped confines of tent Harvey, Doctor Ymir Yvetushenko walked along the lines of tables engaged in the business of triage. He looked down at the shattered wrecks of humanity that lay before him, their twisted limbs, punctured eyes, flaccid cooked skins. As he progressed through the ranks before him he batted at the flies that landed on the open sores and gashes of the bodies. He commented as he walked, spreading words of assurance to the wounded and handed out cards that marked their fates.

"You’ll be fine," he said and placed a sky blue card on the chest of one victim.

"You too, soon have you feeling better," as he placed another sky blue card on the chest of a blackened twisted figure.

"Sorry, son, the arm is going to have to come off, but we’ll see what we can do about that leg."- green card.

"Nothing to worry about here." - sky blue card.

"Can you feel anything when I do this? No? Not to worry." - sky blue card.

"Severed fingers, eh? If you’ll just pop them in that disposal bin and take this. Can you walk? Yes? Mind joining the queue outside tent Nightingale, then." - orange card.

"Hmm. How many fingers am I holding up? No, can’t see? Stand up and this man will guide you to tent Nightingale." - orange card.

"Looks a bit rough, but nothing we can’t mend." - sky blue card.

"Ooh, let me just try and move that piece of metal… no? We’ll soon have you sorted." - sky blue card.

Behind him two stretcher bearers pushed the trolleys of all those holding sky blue cards out into the open air where they were given the last rights and left to die. The lucky ones received massive injections of morphine to hasten their passing.

Those with green cards were wheeled towards tent Gray, from where the buzz of electric bone saws filled the air, to join the long column of those for whom surgery might actually be of aid.

All holders of orange cards, upon finding their way to tent Nightingale, found hundreds already there before them, being instructed on how to tourniquet their own wounds and apply field dressings to those beside them.

Will I?? Will I now?? Not with the amount of allies I've got.

Yeah, its so easy to hide behind bunches of allies. You and me, one on one. You wouldn't last a day.

Maybe not, I'm not stupid enough to enter it just now, but you know you couldn't defeat me with the amount of allies I hold.

Somewhere along the BWO coastline.

Two soldiers wade onshore, supporting a third figure. Their plane lies upside down, 70 feet out to sea. The Blue Rogues lay Enrique down on the beach. The prince had a gaping leg wound, inflicted upon him when the grenades of one of the Rogues exploded. The luckless trooper in question had been crushed by a chunk of the plane which had broken loose; the pressure of the large debris set off the grenades. The pilot and co-pilot had died on impact. the other Blue Rogues had either drowned, or had been killed by debris. Enrique manages to sit up. "You know, I'm starting to believe that our country is cursed when it comes to international parties. Get the fast attack craft over here to pick us up." About half an hour later, the ship arrives, and the three survivors are shuttled to the boat. Once its passengers are in the infirmary, the ship heads back to the Republic.

Maybe not, I'm not stupid enough to enter it just now, but you know you couldn't defeat me with the amount of allies I hold.

You're not the only one with friends. This thread does not involve you. Kept your head down and your mouth shut.

Oh, and on another note. Where were your allies when you were being overrun by DG, only several days ago? Besides, DG trashed you. You don't have a thing that could stand against the Combine Alliance!

I had not made allies then. However, my allies are a fearsome sight, I'm sorry, but you could never defeat us.

I had not made allies then. However, my allies are a fearsome sight, I'm sorry, but you could never defeat us.

Hm. It all depends. But you wouldn't survive such a a war, I'd make sure of that.

And I'd make sure you got the most brutal damage that I could inflict on you.

Flight Lieutenant Dolores O’Neal glanced down at her Coast Guard chronometer and decided that enough time had passed. It was time to take action and see what she could do to get her passengers out of here. She put on a thin breath mask and adjusted her aviator shades before attempting to open the pilot’s door of the Chinook. The whole craft had lurched to a forty degree angle when it was hit by the reflected shock wave, which made her job no easier. The handle still felt warm in her hand. She managed to open the door and clambered out onto the hull of the downed craft. The landscape around her was lit with fires burning the lengths of the hillsides. The Chinook rolled back and forth slightly as the waves crashed against it. She estimated that there was a depth of about four foot here, but it was hard to tell in the smoky darkness with all familiar points of reference removed from her. She turned and inspected the craft, letting her flashlight flicker across its structure. One set of rotors had gone completely and the other set were twisted and buckled like streamers. Well, they weren't flying out of here in this. Dust thrown up by the explosion had coated the metal surface of the helicopter. There had been no complaints about water leaking into the passenger compartment, and so maybe they had been shielded from anything carried in the dust, as well. She zipped up her flight jacket and made her way down into the water. It felt strangely warm as she waded ashore through it. On her way she encountered several dead jellyfish and crabs floating on the surface.

Upon reaching the beach she paused and removed her boots, pouring seawater out of them. Unsure of her exact location in all the chaos, she checked her compass and scanned the lines of fire on the crags. She did not know whether to head for ground zero and see if she could locate aid from there, or to travel eastwards over the rise in the hope of locating Charlie Three. She looked out at her own downed craft and came to the resolution that it should be safe enough for another hour or so. She headed west, towards the target site.

It was slow going as she picked her way, almost blindly through the rocky outcrops and the charred vegetation on the steep hillsides. Several times she found an easy path which would only lead her to unscaleable heights and forced her to backtrack. The water that had sodden her flight suit was beginning to freeze her to the bones. She shivered and took several Benzedrine capsules followed by a stick of chewing gum to keep her going. It took her the guts of an hour to reach the top of the ridge. After one glance at the scene there she turned and headed back towards Charlie One.

When she passed the floundered body of her craft the water was at a depth she approximated to five feet. It appeared that the tide was going out, which was something to be thankful for. Sure enough, she soon came upon the high tide mark - a concentric ring of debris and broken pieces that lay on the sand. She passed by the shattered remains of a patrol craft that still bore the clearly visible name Bucephalus. As she walked she became irritated that her chopper had been lumbered with its drab nomenclature, she glanced over at it, and the clearly marked red cross in a white circle served as some kind of consolation.

Twenty minutes later she peaked the top of the eastern ridge of the bay and looked down at the smoking remains of Charlie Three. Bodies were visible scattered across the beach in twisted positions. The hull of the Chinook had cracked open and a wide circle of flames still burnt on the surface of the water. Nausea struck and a crushing weight of futility struck her. She removed her gloves and helmet and tossed them to one side as she sat down on the rocky precipice. She glanced back at her own craft and her depression was slightly tempered with relief. She removed her cotton mask and lit a cigarette and sat there waiting for she knew not what.

She slowly became aware of a new sound amidst the wind and the waves and the distant crackle of flames - a regular thump/thump/thump in the air. She glanced skyward and caught sight of a triangle of lights low in the sky. She struggled in her bellypack for flares and snapped them into action. She held them in her hands, waving frantically at the plane. She saw it circle and slowly come down towards her. It passed within a hundred metres of her position - the smoke blackened fuselage of a Catalina. As it swept by there was a tiny wiggle of the wingtips. A smile broke out across Dolores’s face and she grabbed her helmet and gloves and began stumbling after it, following it as it came to land gracefully in the centre of the cove.

By the time she reached her chopper, the Catalina had taxied across the water and relief teams had managed to open the rear doors of the pressurised passenger compartment. Despite the soaking they received the evacuees seemed genuinely relieved. One was heard to say to another "Spirit of Dunkirk, eh?" Those in need of urgent attention were helped aboard the Catalina Watched over by Machines of Loving Grace, and the rest were instructed to stay where they were - one of the fishing vessels still prepped and ready for the potential evacuation of the nation’s children and child-bearing women was on its way, and was estimated to reach this location in about half an hour.

Dolores sat down and wept on the sand as someone handed her a blanket. As she wrapped it round her she noticed that the radiation sensitive piece of paper attached to the front of her flightsuit had turned a dark red colour. She stared at it, and then tore it off and buried it in the sand next to her. Shortly thereafter she threw up over herself and the blanket. The vomiting didn't stop until long after the triage teams got to her and placed a sky blue card on her chest.


OOC: I think we can safely assume that the representatives for British Imperialism and the British Commonwealth (and the representative for Indra Prime, if they are aboard) didn’t cop so many roentgens, unless they want to. The boat does arrive and should take them to safe harbour along the eastern coast in about an hour. Sorry it took so long, but there’s a war on, or haven’t you heard?

In the distant space above, ARES satellites watched - the whole of the 32 Nations came under scrutiny, systems monitoring for movement across the whole of the land, with the ability to delineate single square metres of land; and penetrating up to thirty feet underground. British Imperialism mainland came under even closer scrutiny, as spy planes joined the satellites in taking readings.

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OOC:

1) What I'm doing: looking for troop emplacements throughout the whole 32 nations area via satellite. The spysats can pretty much get accuracy to within a metre, and have limited subterranean penetration. Obviously I only expect the nations within 32 nations and in this thread to respond to this. Secondly, both spysats AND spyplanes are reconning British Imperialism - the planes are way high, and accompanied by a pair of Flankers each, so attempts to shoot them down better be pretty inventive.
2) Five expeditionary forces have been sent from Murderous Tendencies. The troop numbers are based from the Newer England military calculator with slight alterations (generally I have fewer personnel, smaller carriers etc. My navy is based off the Royal Navy). I actually have complete listings for the direct military assets I'm sending, if anyone has sufficient satellite coverage do a recon thing and I'll post up numbers.


Lavallin is aware of survilience and has taken countermeasures, including your spy satellites are being tracked an killer satellites are around them in case of any funny business, Lavallins commabd centers are deep within the mountains and shielded against all known radiation, any overflight however of Lavallin is at your peril given we are back to a full war footing and we have sub orbital planes patroling the sky over Lavallin so I wouldn't recommend trying to fly over, and your Spy satellites ARE being jammed so you may well be seeing false images :P

Your fleet had better respect the exclusion zone lavallin has created around the cruiser that seems to have launched missles, you of course are invited to send a team to work under lavallins supervision, and no elements of your fleet should stray within Lavallins terrirorial waters, a strange sub we found within already has been sunk, and respect our Fleets operating in Atlantic, North Sea, Channel and other nearby waters, I don't recomment trying to send any subs in near my fleets, we are going to attack anything we perceive a threat to our fleets, you should thereso take care to pass with plenty of room between your and lavallins forces.



My Navy is based on US Ship types.. Aegis Cruisers, Modernized WWII Battleships, Large Super Carriers, Modern Frigates, Destroyers, cruisers,attack subs, and Missle platform (SLBM) subs, Stealth Fighters, bombers, Licensed Versions of Hornets and Tomcats, and We have acquired some old b52 bombers... FYI


And Lavallins economy puts about 80 pct into defence...

:lol:

Will I?? Will I now?? Not with the amount of allies I've got.

My Raptors are quite Hungry......

:P :lol: :P

And I'd make sure you got the most brutal damage that I could inflict on you.

You?!? A little itty bitty August nation? :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol:

In the cold darkness someone can be heard singing:

Take the toys from the boys...

OOC:

Lavallin is aware of survilience and has taken countermeasures, including your spy satellites are being tracked an killer satellites are around them in case of any funny business

The killer satellites will note that the ARES satellites seem to have small, currently inactive drones around them.

Lavallins commabd centers are deep within the mountains and shielded against all known radiation

Noted. That's fine, and pretty much the same here - in our case enough granite is enough shielding for anything (given it's slightly radioactive and all).

any overflight however of Lavallin is at your peril given we are back to a full war footing and we have sub orbital planes patroling the sky over Lavallin so I wouldn't recommend trying to fly over, and your Spy satellites ARE being jammed so you may well be seeing false images :P

How are you trying to jam the satellites? And how are you affording the cost of constantly keeping suborbital planes over Lavallin?

Your fleet had better respect the exclusion zone lavallin has created around the cruiser that seems to have launched missles, you of course are invited to send a team to work under lavallins supervision, and no elements of your fleet should stray within Lavallins terrirorial waters, a strange sub we found within already has been sunk, and respect our Fleets operating in Atlantic, North Sea, Channel and other nearby waters, I don't recomment trying to send any subs in near my fleets, we are going to attack anything we perceive a threat to our fleets, you should thereso take care to pass with plenty of room between your and lavallins forces.

We're not going near the boat that launched the missile. We're sure we know who did it, and it's now irrelevant.



My Navy is based on US Ship types.. Aegis Cruisers, Modernized WWII Battleships, Large Super Carriers, Modern Frigates, Destroyers, cruisers,attack subs, and Missle platform (SLBM) subs, Stealth Fighters, bombers, Licensed Versions of Hornets and Tomcats, and We have acquired some old b52 bombers... FYI

Noted.


And Lavallins economy puts about 80 pct into defence...

:lol:

Then your country is bankrupt. At the height of US military spending, it peaked at ~25% of GDP (1952) and they were forced to make massive cut backs in spending. A spend of over 15% is for a country effectively controlled by it's Department of Defence. Devoting most of the attention to defence (as Lavallin is) is only going to be around 10%.

Do some quick economics and you'll discover that a country simply cannot afford to spend over a quarter of its money on military - a military is a sunk cost unless you're constantly at war with places far richer than you, and can guarantee you'll get their physical cash reserves (resources are too long term for such a thing - you need to get actual, spendable bullion).

If you're using 80% of your budget to calculate your military, I suggest you rethink - or your country will suffer mass revolts, rebellion, disease, huge infrastructure crashes, and so on.

Sorry, I should have noted at the start - I'm quite big on realism. I'm willing to accept vaguely sci-fi tech, like killer satellites, or raptors, or genetic engineering, but I would prefer to see such things defined :) And vaguely 'realistic' military models too.


IC:

Whispering Voices does not recognise any country's claim to the mesosphere or above. In addition, we feel that the approach of killer-satellites towards elements of the ARES system is ill-advised. We also note thus-far failed attempts to jam our ARES satellites - as everyone knows, completely jamming satellites is nigh on impossible, simply due to the massive energy cost it would require. We also reserve the right to fly through the mesosphere anywhere and everywhere - it's far too high to launch bombs from, so such overflies present no threat. Any attempt to intercept or interfere with our Nimrod Class Cs will be considered an act of war.

Currently, there is a situation of peace - awkward, but nevertheless there - in British Imperialism. If you want the renegades that started the war hunted down, you need to maintain this peace. This includes stopping attempts to interfere with our military equipment.

There are far worse things than raptors in this world.

Several helicopters, with the U.N. symbol fly into BWO. The men and women in the copters are some of the best medics and doctors in the Republic. They should be feeling proud, in a way. They are the first Vysean people ever to go into a warzone under the U.N. banner. They would have given that honor up in a second to reverse what they saw. They don't dare go near ground zero; it's still 'hot' enough to cut through their suits. But they search everywhere starting a half a mile out from it. It's a nightmare. Some people are lucky, with third degree burns and some radiation poisoning. A handful of these lucky ones will survive. The rest are drugged, and left to slip away into the next life. But most aren't lucky. These people look like they've been cooked. Their is no way to determine who they are; all their clothing, including any ID they might have carried, has been incinerated. No way to tell age. For many, not even a way to tell if they are male or female, they are so badly burned. For these, the medics are at a loss as to what to do. Eventually, they decide to put the victims out of their suffering. Euthanaisa is illegal in the Republic, but for victims as badly hurt as these, the medics can see no other choice. They try to reassure those who are awake, and then give them lethal injections which cause the victims no pain. Not that they would feel any anyway, because all their nerves are gone. Several of the medics break done during the search, not able to take it anymore. After an hour of searching, only 23 people have been found that even have the slightest chance of survival.

BWO NTB Relief Operation communiqué #2: 0 hours + 8 hours

Relief teams have begun entering the perimeter of the affected zone. Despite the hazards of fire and low counts of background radiation work is progressing at a satisfactory rate. International teams have also entered into the aid program and are working in close liaison with our Civil Defence Committee.

We have received verification that a single 200 kiloton device was detonated in the air above the NTB conference facilities. Our detection device identified the threat early and prompt action was taken to minimise the risk of casualties. The evacuation program from the facility is being labelled a major success in the face of adversity. At present it is not being publicly released from whence the missile was launched, nor by whom, but the Civil Defence Committee would like to assure the people of our proud, free land that the matter is in hand and swift steps are being taken in reaction to the launch.

Although we currently rate the chances of further nuclear attacks on our island nation as minimal to slim, we are advising that all citizens remain within their safe rooms. Copies of our guidance booklets should have been delivered to all households in the nation. Those finding themselves unable to reach their own homes should proceed to their local mustering points. These are typically schools, church halls, leisure centres and other such amenities sites. Here the Civil Defence Force shall allocate shelter places.

The risk of radioactive contamination from the single small warhead which was launched is classified as low.





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Section 2: Summary of information for members of the Civil Defence Committee and Delegates with Clearance Sodium and above:


- Massive fatalities are believed to have been caused in the area affected. We have no reliable numbers at present, but 97% fatality is expected within 3 miles of ground zero. Our euthanasia and triage teams are currently in place. Expected fatalities amongst these teams as a result of their exposure is estimated at 65% with a further 30% suffering long term debilitation.

- General risk of radioactive contamination is rated at high to moderate, but there appear to be several factors which complicate this rating.

- Uneven terrain may produce anomalies in the spread of destruction. It appears that the geographical features of the cove directed the force of the explosion out towards the sea and in a cone shape to the north.

- Evacuation procedures are rated dismal at best. It appears that clearances granted for the private craft of several visiting representatives interfered with the take off of mass evacuation transports. One of the three Chinooks which were intended to clear the central area in this eventuality appears to have survived with its pressurised passenger section intact. This is believed to have caused by the 'funnel effect' witnessed in NTB. The two other Chinooks were breached and suffered total passenger loss. We are still investigating the roentgen count which was delivered to the occupants of the unbreached vessel when it was depressurised by a badly briefed team. At present we speculate that detrimental long term health effects are more likely than immediate fatality.

- The missile is believed to have been fired by diehard Stewart loyalists in an attempt to assassinate heads of state of countries in the 32CIR who chose to attend. The assessment of the attack being primarily targetted at the other representatives is rated as low. We are led to believe from informants in the international committee that the Tomahawks were fired from an AEGIS missile cruiser at a distance of 200 miles. Reports indicate that the vessel was abandoned when intercepted. We are treating these reports with extreme scepticism until we have something from our own people.

- Communications systems all across the southern coast are in a sporadic state of operability. The effects of the EMP appears to have been mitigated somewhat by the rather outdated technology employed. Those phone exchanges still reliant upon mechanical switching devices appear to still maintain a reasonable state of efficiency, whereas those reliant on digital processor are now almost wholly inoperable.

- High level overflight of ground zero gives us very little to work on. We have drafted in forensics inspectors from the Fire Brigade to see if they can give us any useful analysis of the ruins. Their conclusions are not expected for several days. We have no contact with any of the shelters.

- It appears that the decision, based on the earlier risk assessment to move the talks venue to a less heavily populated location was a wise one. We have so far received no questions regarding the anti-war protesters cover story. We should be thankful that this didn’t happen anywhere near a population centre.

- Major conflagrations are still burning in a radius of four miles from ground zero. Once again they are shaped in accordance with the 'funnel effect'. Our general intention is to let them burn themselves out. Fire brigades have been dispatched to several flash fires ignited at a greater distance from GZ than four miles. The furthest currently recorded being seven miles. This is attributed to the uneven terrain. Requests for water drops from aircraft are being denied at present until we are better informed as to prevailing weather conditions and fallout predictions.

- The original weather predictions wherein it was claimed that the majority of fallout would be carried safely to seaward have been revised. A large proportion of radioactive dust is being carried out to the south following a change in meteorological conditions. Our Deep Sea Survey Vessels are currently monitoring the situation. The earlier squalls of yesterday afternoon appear to have taken a lot of moisture out of the air, and so we are tentatively predicting that the radioactive cloud will stay airborne for a matter of several days at minimum. If the winds take a turn to the east we may see 32CIR and the BI suffering secondary contamination.

- We have absolutely no idea what international teams are doing, other than which comes from visual contact with our own teams.

- The frankly outdated nature of the control systems aboard Coast Guard vessels appears to have been something of a blessing, as a higher percentage of vehicles, both seacraft and aircraft are still functional. We will be referring this to CDC R&D at a later date.

- A rough estimate of casualties 1000-1500. This low estimate is based purely on the low population density in the area surrounding the conference area. The difficulty of reaching the location by road probably means that by changing its location we saved the lives of about 3000 anti-war protestors and 600 security personnel. We should consider ourselves lucky, this was four times the size of the Hiroshima bomb which managed to kill 35,000 at lowest estimates. Long term casualty predictions are still being worked on but we envisage about 2000 more with 500 long term debilitations.

- Note on geographical peculiarities and effect upon exposure: Several pockets appear to have suffered unpredictably light casualties. The meteorologists and mathematicians at Wilhelmina University are expressing a great deal of excitement at this unpredicted turn of events, but I do not see their theorising as being of any immediate use.

OOC: I am totally confused. I told Lavallin on our regional that I was hopping on his plane wth him but Danu played my character for me and I don't know which aircraft he chose. I cannot post about Princess Maire's fate until I speak with Danu.

BTW, great writing, BWO. You're brilliant.

IC: After the explosion the entire Free Republic of Northern Irish Freedom seems to hold its breath and wince.

"Sir, we've found them!"

Having been on his way back to the conference in order to pull his friends Fionn and Maire from the clutches of British denial, Sir RedHand O'Neill III and all fifty of his various military escort aircraft adjust course and head directly into the affected area, barely escaping the blast radius of the EMP some 25 miles off the coast of BWO. AWACS intelligence located the evacuation airplane carrying Maire and Fionn, zeroing all other targets of interest until sufficient protection has surrounded the craft. 6 F-22 Raptors, 6 F-14 Tomcats, and 6 F-15 Eagles do indeed surround the aircraft, the lead F-22 pilot calling out over the radio...

"Captain Timothy Kelly calling BWO aircraft on parallel course with incoming FRoNIF escort. Please adjust heading to the following coordinates..."

After the coordinates are transmitted in code, another incoming message from RedHand himself can be heard. "Fionn, Maire... give the tech in charge of comms the key to these coded coordinates. You'll remember the gift I sent to our family of 32 County Irish Republic leaders this past week..."

In the background other voices can be heard issuing orders, RedHand's heavily modified B-52 StratoFortress filled with the leaders of FRoNIF's entire military force. 30 seconds later the aircraft assumes formation above BWO's rescue bird, along with its own escort of the same collection of FRoNIF Navy/Air Force might.

"Yea though we walk through the valley of the shadow of death," RedHand continues, "we shall FEAR NO EVIL!" A smile comes across his face. "For the Lord our God is with us. Come with me, my friends... it is time to fortify the castle."

Two separate AWACS aircraft and ten more birds of varying type continually scan the BWO homeland for survivors and namely wreckage of the other BWO evacuation aircraft, locating pockets of life here and there. Assistance is immediately launched from 2 FRoNIF SuperCarriers and their 10 escort ships from the same 25 mile distance off the coast of BWO, some twenty AH-64 Apache Attack Helicopters escorting five SeaHawk Search & Rescue helicopters upon location of said evacuation equipment.

Looking down on the ocean full of FRoNIF Navy/Army cooperative rescue effort as they fly past in roaring thunder, RedHand takes a deep breath and scans the skyline ahead. Knowing Fionn & Maire are on board that aircraft, he still worries for their safety but remains confident in FRoNIF military abilities. "Here we go again," he says to himself. He lights a cigarette and continues conference with his military commanders.

OOC: Assuming the BWO aircraft gets the coordinates decoded and complies, the FRoNIF escort will take them to a confidential location and provide medical attention for those in need. The Apache/SeaHawk efforts can be received in any way BWO and the others involved see fit of course, and the FRoNIF Navy/Army effort continually launches and lands for as long as it takes. More escort fighters are scrambled to protect BWO territory and assist in Search & Rescue, the AWACS and other intelligence aircraft being refueled and staying on course, again, for as long as it takes.

OOC:
1. Ah sweet confusion - I though Danu and Maire were on the Lavallin jet. How about we just assume that the plane which dropped off Fionn MacDougall came in to land later and that Fionn & Maire are on that. This would make it a Danu craft and mean that I am no longer responsible for their actions/short term safety. Would a Danu operated Cessna or Lear jet be appropriate?

2. The representative for Indra Prime is still unaccounted for. Processing of evacuees from Charlie One (the surviving Chinook) may reveal that he was on board there. He may have got out on his own plane. He may have got vaporised. We don't know.

3. At Nagasaki the damage was limited in range because the mountains around the city formed a bowl shape. The 'funnel effect' is not as implausible as it seems. At this point BWO is basically a Doppelganger of Iceland, so we have very uneven coastlines with fjords and deep coves cutting inland.

4. I did read somewhere the other day that the EMP effect would be limited, but cannot recall where I found this. We'll just say that the uneven territory above which the device exploded caused unexpected patches of high and low intensity.

Edit: replaced 'Hiroshima' with 'Nagasaki' for historical accuracy and posterity.

OOC:

[quote]any overflight however of Lavallin is at your peril given we are back to a full war footing and we have sub orbital planes patroling the sky over Lavallin so I wouldn't recommend trying to fly over, and your Spy satellites ARE being jammed so you may well be seeing false images :P

How are you trying to jam the satellites? And how are you affording the cost of constantly keeping suborbital planes over Lavallin?


Satellites can be jammed if they depend on a certain frequency of "radiation" and bt Radiation I'm talking of many types not simply the "radioactives" Light for example is radiation, eye sees re-radiated light radiation.

And Lavallins economy puts about 80 pct into defence...

:lol:

Then your country is bankrupt. At the height of US military spending, it peaked at ~25% of GDP (1952) and they were forced to make massive cut backs in spending. A spend of over 15% is for a country effectively controlled by it's Department of Defence. Devoting most of the attention to defence (as Lavallin is) is only going to be around 10%.

Do some quick economics and you'll discover that a country simply cannot afford to spend over a quarter of its money on military - a military is a sunk cost unless you're constantly at war with places far richer than you, and can guarantee you'll get their physical cash reserves (resources are too long term for such a thing - you need to get actual, spendable bullion).

If you're using 80% of your budget to calculate your military, I suggest you rethink - or your country will suffer mass revolts, rebellion, disease, huge infrastructure crashes, and so on.

Sorry, I should have noted at the start - I'm quite big on realism. I'm willing to accept vaguely sci-fi tech, like killer satellites, or raptors, or genetic engineering, but I would prefer to see such things defined :) And vaguely 'realistic' military models too.
IC:



Lavallins a Police state... do look at my nation... almost all into defence with almost nothing to the social things... USA is a Republic not a Police State.

Theres never been a "corporate Police State" in real world so how can you be sure something like that, controlling every aspect of peoples doings couldn't put 80 pct of its GNP into defence?

Such "defence" includes labratorys, and other things that make some consumer products, like the large Auto industry also builds tanks, APC's, and other mobile things for army...

IC: After the explosion the entire Free Republic of Northern Irish Freedom seems to hold its breath and wince.

"Sir, we've found them!"

Having been on his way back to the conference in order to pull his friends Fionn and Maire from the clutches of British denial, Sir RedHand O'Neill III and all fifty of his various military escort aircraft adjust course and head directly into the affected area, barely escaping the blast radius of the EMP some 25 miles off the coast of BWO. AWACS intelligence located the evacuation airplane carrying Maire and Fionn, zeroing all other targets of interest until sufficient protection has surrounded the craft. 6 F-22 Raptors, 6 F-14 Tomcats, and 6 F-15 Eagles do indeed surround the aircraft, the lead F-22 pilot calling out over the radio...

"Captain Timothy Kelly calling BWO aircraft on parallel course with incoming FRoNIF escort. Please adjust heading to the following coordinates..."

After the coordinates are transmitted in code, another incoming message from RedHand himself can be heard. "Fionn, Maire... give the tech in charge of comms the key to these coded coordinates. You'll remember the gift I sent to our family of 32 County Irish Republic leaders this past week..."

In the background other voices can be heard issuing orders, RedHand's heavily modified B-52 StratoFortress filled with the leaders of FRoNIF's entire military force. 30 seconds later the aircraft assumes formation above BWO's rescue bird, along with its own escort of the same collection of FRoNIF Navy/Air Force might.

"Yea though we walk through the valley of the shadow of death," RedHand continues, "we shall FEAR NO EVIL!" A smile comes across his face. "For the Lord our God is with us. Come with me, my friends... it is time to fortify the castle."

Two separate AWACS aircraft and ten more birds of varying type continually scan the BWO homeland for survivors and namely wreckage of the other BWO evacuation aircraft, locating pockets of life here and there. Assistance is immediately launched from 2 FRoNIF SuperCarriers and their 10 escort ships from the same 25 mile distance off the coast of BWO, some twenty AH-64 Apache Attack Helicopters escorting five SeaHawk Search & Rescue helicopters upon location of said evacuation equipment.

Looking down on the ocean full of FRoNIF Navy/Army cooperative rescue effort as they fly past in roaring thunder, RedHand takes a deep breath and scans the skyline ahead. Knowing Fionn & Maire are on board that aircraft, he still worries for their safety but remains confident in FRoNIF military abilities. "Here we go again," he says to himself. He lights a cigarette and continues conference with his military commanders.

OOC: Assuming the BWO aircraft gets the coordinates decoded and complies, the FRoNIF escort will take them to a confidential location and provide medical attention for those in need. The Apache/SeaHawk efforts can be received in any way BWO and the others involved see fit of course, and the FRoNIF Navy/Army effort continually launches and lands for as long as it takes. More escort fighters are scrambled to protect BWO territory and assist in Search & Rescue, the AWACS and other intelligence aircraft being refueled and staying on course, again, for as long as it takes.


ooc: YOU cannot play and move another persons characters, the ONLY thing we know from danus posting is got on a "Plane" Psychik got on Lavallins plane, Unless danu states personally otherwise the assumption would be Danus character went with Psychik's and their all on Lavallins Stealth Jet that is covered with 25 other Stealth Jets and Also Lavallin has a 3 CV Battle group the plane is headed to which has about 250 Jets doing air cover.

I would say disregard this post of NIF because he is playacting another persons chars.


Psychik told me on regionals he boarded my plane, you have moved his char.

OOC:
1. Ah sweet confusion - I though Danu and Maire were on the Lavallin jet. How about we just assume that the plane which dropped off Fionn MacDougall came in to land later and that Fionn & Maire are on that. This would make it a Danu craft and mean that I am no longer responsible for their actions/short term safety. Would a Danu operated Cessna or Lear jet be appropriate?



OOC: Sorry but on Regionals Psychic said he was boarding Lavallins Stealth Jet, and he Posted befor NIF that he had to check with Danu, NIF is playing their chars, I have no idea if NIF has permission to move others chars, till Danu and Psychic post themselves assumption should be NIF is acting on mistaken information and in reality Psychic and probably Danus chars boarded Lavallins stealth jet now under escort of 25 Stealth Jets and approching a CBG which has its entire force covering skies.

If Danu and Psychic go with NIF, fine but the Out is NIF is mistaken if they went with lavallin, Psychic indicated to me he did but its been up to him to play his Char... Sequence is Lavallins offer to them, then Lavallin getting on plane of theirs and quickly away at Mach 1 and faster, Their last post was they got on a "plane" unspecified... so their either on Lavallins or on a BWO, No idea if NIF had permission to move Danu and Psychic's chars..

Would the unknown forces heading towards the Country of British Imperialism Please Remove themselves


Currently the only forces of any sort In the Country are Forces of British Commonwealth

5thArmy
11th army

and surronding British Imperialism
3rd fleet

ANY Attack on BI is an attack Against British Commonwealth
and will be met with Force

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God Save the queen

OOC:Sorry about not saying what plane we were getting on. Was in a bit of a rush. Didn't mean to cause so much confusion. As he has already put us there lets go with things as they are. OK?

Michael Walters was grimly aware that he hadn't had time to shave that morning... although technicly he was sure he could get with it on the grounds that 3am Eastern Tarrian Time was still technically the night before. The plane had facilities for basic washing and he would eventually get round to brushing his teeth with the brush supplied in the small toiletry bag that the officers had given him in place of time to clean, wash, eat, wake up or in fact do anything other than hastily throw on some clothes and rush out to the airport. There was a queue for the toilets, however, and many of the Doctors, Nurses and military Sick Berth Attendents looked far worse than he did, so he was content to let others line up for the moment.

At 4am ETT, the plane had taken off... virtually the second after the last of the medical personnel had been shuffled on board in his dreary, half-asleep state. But now nobody was sleeping. Nobody looked like they could sleep, even under anesthetic thought Michael as his mind tried to wind up to speed as the dawn light rose at last ...thanks to the grizzliest in-flight movie ever recorded. Where they had gotten the footage from and how it had escaped the EM pulse, he didn't know. But he did know that what was happening out there was a disaster of immense proportions... and thats why he didn't mind being wrenched out of bed at 3am and bundled onto a plane without even the time to check if his socks matched. He didn't think so, but couldn't be bothered to check.

His eyes wandered to the radiation sickness refresher booklets that had been passed out. They were slightly out of date... but that was the doctor's problem: Michael was a disaster management specialist and although he was woefully under-practiced (Or should I say _thankfully_ underpracticed? he wondered) he knew enough to start making plans for search, rescue and situation containment. The supplies would come soon after them, but the chill down his spine told him that they would get there far too late for far too many people.

"This is Victor-Charlie-Charlie-One-Seven-Niner to BWO flight control, do you read me? We're sorry for comming in without a flight plan but I was supposed to be a tourist hop to Santa Barbara until a few hours ago... we've got medical personnel and supplies to help with the relief effort. Where do you want us?"

OOC:
4. I did read somewhere the other day that the EMP effect would be limited, but cannot recall where I found this. We'll just say that the uneven territory above which the device exploded caused unexpected patches of high and low intensity.


From what I recall while any nuclear explosion can cause EMP, the max effect to get an EMP result is a High altituide air Burst not a near surface but in air burst.

If so any EMP effects would be limited with a ground, near ground airburst vis a vis high in air Bursts.

We are not amused by this lack of common decency in this unprovoked attack on a peace conference. We wish the criminals responsible to be punished to the full extent the law allows. We would like flogging and other unpleasent actions to be allowable for this circumstance. Our thoughts and prayers are with those who have suffered from this unspeakable act. British Imperialism shall not stand to have such actions sully our great nation any further. This shall come to an end! Whatever aid any subject of British Imperialism can render to those seeking the villian responsible shall be given with no hesitation. We are most unpleased with this turn of events.





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Would the unknown forces heading towards the Country of British Imperialism Please Remove themselves


Currently the only forces of any sort In the Country are Forces of British Commonwealth

5thArmy
11th army

and surronding British Imperialism
3rd fleet

ANY Attack on BI is an attack Against British Commonwealth
and will be met with Force

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God Save the queen


Go back to the first Post and READ the WHOLE thing, BI is an OCCUPIED place and its surrounding waters are in Lavallin and Allied control, allied control BI, you have NO FLEET surrounding BI , you have NO ARMYS in BI, your interfering here with the play sequences butting in after alot of action namely BI attacking 32 nation and 32 Nation attacking back, Lavallin Fleets sinking all BI ships in the BI fleets, Lavallin occupying and controlling with allies waters surrounding BI, Allies and other forces in BI, Lavallin sent in some troops with Raptors and T-Rex's..

Your butting in making it different then what has occured so remove self or only post within what has occured BEFORE you ever came into this thread.


BI is OCCUPIED and its waters are Occupied.

OOC:Sorry about not saying what plane we were getting on. Was in a bit of a rush. Didn't mean to cause so much confusion. As he has already put us there lets go with things as they are. OK?

Psychic put himself on Lavallins plane, so please state exactly where you are, since Psychic went on Lavallins... NIF posted after Psychic posted he wasnt sure about You and he was checking with you.

OOC: I am totally confused. I told Lavallin on our regional that I was hopping on his plane wth him but Danu played my character for me and I don't know which aircraft he chose. I cannot post about Princess Maire's fate until I speak with Danu.

BTW, great writing, BWO. You're brilliant.


Was Posted BEFORE NIF posted, and so lets all settle it, Danu , you need to specify exactly what plane you got onto, a BWO or obto Lavallins Ok?

Your post isn't clear, go with whos postings, Psychics or with NIF's?

OOC:

Did a fast search on EMP, pretty much does confirm that high Altituide would have large impact still low bursts can do EMP for hundreads of miles... sooo those BWO planes may all have gone down, nothing not EMP hardened could have kept going... Cessnas.. other things unsure effects on those...

Some links:
http://www.parowanprophet.com/Nuclear_War_Comes/electromagnetic_pulse.htm

http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,78375,00.html



http://popularmechanics.com/science/military/2001/9/e-bomb/print.phtml


http://www.globalsecurity.org/org/news/2002/nuke_explosion.pdf



Some pretty fun stuff ....

OOC: I did post that I was on Lavallin's plane. He is from The 32 CIR; it only makes sense to me that I would go with one of my fellow regional members. I do appreciate your help NIF but you posted too late. Now we just need to figure out where Danu is and we can get on with this.

Status Report, can someone please post a status report.
I take it BI is occupied and so is the waters around it?
If so I wish to lead a force to rescue it from the foreign invaders. :?

Status Report, can someone please post a status report.
I take it BI is occupied and so is the waters around it?
If so I wish to lead a force to rescue it from the foreign invaders. :?

Allied forces occupy BI proper

Lavallin has pulled out troops and pulling out what Raptors came to their call.

In the North sea:

3 CV
2 Aegis Cruisers
4 Aegis Destroyers
6 Frigates
12 Destroyers
6 Attack Subs


Straits Of Dover and Channel
1 Modernized Battleship
4 Destroyers
2 Frigates
1 Aegis Cruiser
2 Attack Subs

Irish Sea:
3 CV
2 Modernized Battleships
2 Aegis Cruisers
2 Aegis Destroyers
6 Frigates
12 Destroyers
8 attack subs


In Atlantic to North of BI:
1 CV
6 CVL
4 Aegis Cruisers
2 Aegis Destroyers
6 Frigates
8 Destroyers
10 Transports (Carrying the 4th Lavallin MEU) )
1 Hospital Ship
12 supply ships
12 attack subs

In atlantic To South of BI:
2 CV
2 CVL
4 CVH (Chopper carriers)
10 Transports (Carrying the 8th Lavallin MEU)
6 supply ships
4 Aegis Cruisers
4 Frigates
8 destroyers
12 attack subs

Off BWO Coast:(in international waters)
3 CV
1 modernized Battleship
4 aegis Cruisers
6 frigates
8 destroyers
8 attack Subs


Off Lavallins coast, in port and in waters around 32 nation:
6 CV
8 CVL
12 CVH
4 Modernized battleships
2 New Lavallin Battlecruisers
12 Aegis cruisers
10 Aegis Destroyers
25 frigates
200 destroyers
1000 Coastal High speed Missle Boats each carrys One Tomahawk and 6 Harppons
500 transports
Hundreads of supply ships
(note some ships have battledamage from fight vs BI)


Land Based:
Thousands and Thousands of Jet Planes, including Stealth Fighters and Bombers, there are AWACS patroling all waters around BI Many b52's, and a squad of recently acquired B1 Boimbers

Army of Millions.. with Tanks etc.

Far out, in places around world in the depths are 25 SLBM Subs with MIRVing missles, 10 each that Mirv to 10 ( 100 mirving hydrogen busters)

Land based ICBMs and Bombers capable of WMD deployment

Oh and did I mention the estimated 10 million raptors? and 1000 T-rex?


:twisted: :twisted: :twisted: Make My Day

:P :lol:

Status Report, can someone please post a status report.
I take it BI is occupied and so is the waters around it?
If so I wish to lead a force to rescue it from the foreign invaders. :?

Bi attacks Ireland.
Multiple countries stomp on BI, some more harshly than others.
Unoficial peace conference in BWO gets nuked.

There. And if you really want 10,000 missiles shoved up your nostrils, come on in! BI is making a peace deal(or was, until someone dropped a nuke on the conference. If you attack my forces, I WILL KILL YOU AND ENSLAVE YOUR PEOPLE! I HAVE HAD IT WITH THIS WAR, AND ALL OF ITS LITTLE CONSPIRCIES! I WOULD HAVE NO PROBLEM BLOWING YOU AWAY TO BLEED OFF SOME ANGER! SO GO AWAY!

OOC: I did post that I was on Lavallin's plane. He is from The 32 CIR; it only makes sense to me that I would go with one of my fellow regional members. I do appreciate your help NIF but you posted too late. Now we just need to figure out where Danu is and we can get on with this.

OOC:OK as this is where she says she is so am I. Sorry for the confusion. Thanks NIF appreciate the help.

OOC:

Satellites can be jammed if they depend on a certain frequency of "radiation" and bt Radiation I'm talking of many types not simply the "radioactives" Light for example is radiation, eye sees re-radiated light radiation.

So you're going to jam all light coming from the surface of the earth how? And to completely block the ARES satellites you'll need to jam all forms of energy. IE you'll need to set up a 'net' of black holes. The ARES satellites are currently working as planned and unblocked, until you post exactly how you're jamming them in a realistic manner (I'm not saying it can't be done, you just need to be specific).

And Lavallins economy puts about 80 pct into defence...

:lol:

Lavallins a Police state... do look at my nation... almost all into defence with almost nothing to the social things... USA is a Republic not a Police State.

Theres never been a "corporate Police State" in real world so how can you be sure something like that, controlling every aspect of peoples doings couldn't put 80 pct of its GNP into defence?

Such "defence" includes labratorys, and other things that make some consumer products, like the large Auto industry also builds tanks, APC's, and other mobile things for army...

I looked at Lavallin. I have a higher military spending than yours (I'm effectively governed by, not merely devoted to, and I'm 4xx in the world on Military Spending), and mine is only 20%. But fine, if you want to assume you can pump 80% in, I'll just assume I can pump 100% in. I suggest you stay realistic - 80% means that 80% of your assets - visible and invisible - are used for the military. 80% of your land - so no-one has anywhere to live. 80% of your food - everyone not in the military starves. 80% of your power - you have no industry.

Sorry, I don't see it happening :)

As for no "corporate Police States" - take a look at recent Indonesian and Taiwanese governments.

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IC:

The fleets from Murderous Tendencies continue to advance towards British Imperialism, fair weather speeding them on their way. Cardinal Mattias, listening to his headset, nods to his bodyguard.

"It appears people are unwilling to take the steps required for peace."



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Transmission to British Imperialism area:

To: All countries
From: Ministry of Defence, Whispering Voices

Please note that British Imperialism is part of the region of the Devils Desert. All non-regional forces are to be removed forthwith, as they are now violating regional boundaries.

It should be noted that Whispering Voices and its fiefdoms have a total of 30 Expeditions preparing to depart for British Imperialism, should evacuation of said occupying forces be required.

Once again, we would remind all involved that the justice that you all crave will come the swifter if no further conflict occurs within British Imperialism. Murderous Tendencies forces are well-equipped to hunt down rogue Prime Ministers, living or dead.

A transmission back to the Cardinal.

"We know already you bossy stuck up prick! We on it! Or would you prefer we leave the thousands of land mines in the ground, so that civilians are blown up daily? Yeah, that's what I thought. Shut up and let us do our work."

As lavallins Stealth Jet, escorted by 25 other Stealth Jets heads out at Mach 3 to the Task Force 200 miles off BWO coast there winks on some amber lights... One pilot speaks to the Lavallin delegate, EMP burst sir occured, Minimal affects, our hardened systems held up, we are fine and should shortly at this speed be landing on the Task Forces Carrier... unless you wish to go elsewhere sir?

Lavallins Delegate thinks then says stay on Course Captain, I will confer with our guests as to their wishs, as he turns he speaks to an Aide, please ensure our guests are comfortable and have what refreshments are available sent to them, tell them I shall be with them in a short time...
he then finishs turning around and heads into the Communications area thinking that he must check with his superiors as to what they wished him to do... and wondering just WHO was responsiable for the attack... if it was holdout BI forces thinking that it was going to be a Much longer time until there could be peace...

OOC:


So you're going to jam all light coming from the surface of the earth how? And to completely block the ARES satellites you'll need to jam all forms of energy. IE you'll need to set up a 'net' of black holes. The ARES satellites are currently working as planned and unblocked, until you post exactly how you're jamming them in a realistic manner (I'm not saying it can't be done, you just need to be specific).


I'm saying jamming but I've not said 100 pct effective and also if jamming is aimed right at a satellite so that it gets an intense burst sure it cant be jammed?

One can't jam light ftom surface but what If I add additional energys in a tight beam at your satellites?

You do know that satellites CAN be jammed in differing degrees... and infrared imagery can be fooled by false heat sources etc.

On the Flip side YOU explain HOW you can look subterrann through rock, concreate, etc!


I looked at Lavallin. I have a higher military spending than yours (I'm effectively governed by, not merely devoted to, and I'm 4xx in the world on Military Spending), and mine is only 20%. But fine, if you want to assume you can pump 80% in, I'll just assume I can pump 100% in. I suggest you stay realistic - 80% means that 80% of your assets - visible and invisible - are used for the military. 80% of your land - so no-one has anywhere to live. 80% of your food - everyone not in the military starves. 80% of your power - you have no industry.


Perhaps I put it too high however as my nation says I devote most all to Defence with little or nothing to welfare, social etc..

I have a FRIGHTENING economy, last i looked better then yours and the profits made and money made can BUY alot of defence assets.

Since hardly any is spent on other things...

I can drop it to like 40 pct on defence and THAT still is reasonable and it still is far more then You might spend given a worse economy, I'm saying I'm in no way like USA which MUST spend a large part of its money on welfare and social stuff, I don't, all those billions instead go into defence.

IC:

The fleets from Murderous Tendencies continue to advance towards British Imperialism, fair weather speeding them on their way. Cardinal Mattias, listening to his headset, nods to his bodyguard.

"It appears people are unwilling to take the steps required for peace."

Transmission to British Imperialism area:

To: All countries
From: Ministry of Defence, Whispering Voices

Please note that British Imperialism is part of the region of the Devils Desert. All non-regional forces are to be removed forthwith, as they are now violating regional boundaries.

It should be noted that Whispering Voices and its fiefdoms have a total of 30 Expeditions preparing to depart for British Imperialism, should evacuation of said occupying forces be required.

Once again, we would remind all involved that the justice that you all crave will come the swifter if no further conflict occurs within British Imperialism. Murderous Tendencies forces are well-equipped to hunt down rogue Prime Ministers, living or dead.

Transmission in reply:

Lavallin and 32 nations is not part of Devils Desert and it will NOT remove its naval forces still around since BI wantomly attacked 32 nations a state of war is in effect with BI and Lavallin and any that attempt to remove Lavallin forces and aid BI will be repulsed


What is more, Lavallin has its own interests in the waters around BI especially between BI and 32 Nation, and Lavallin WILL continue to operate around BI until A Peace is made, while any attempts to bring about a peace are welcome, we will NOT stand to be told to leave nor ordered to leave over a Regional boundary when BI itself is aggressor and so has already violated Our Regional boundarys, until a Peace is brokered a state of war exists with BI and we have the right to be where we are.

Any action taken vs Lavallin forces will be replied with massive retalition.


( Lavallin puts all its forces on total alert, all Icbm sites are ready to fire, all SLBM subs are ready, all conventional missle sites are ready, all planes are on a rotating action fully armed, all unknown subs approching to within striking distance of battle fleets will be sunk, all unknown subs within Lavallins territoral waters will be sunk.)


OOC: don't bully us , we were ones attacked, try push us out of BI area without a peace done and whispering will be a whisper

Transmission sent to: All concerned nations
From: AO Command

This to reiterate that British Imperialism is now part of the Devils Desert region, and all extra-regional fleets are to fall back without delay or else face the possibility of action to remove them.

We urge these concerned parties to examine the magnitude of force we are able to bring to bear and consider that the smallest fraction of the active Devils Desert military presence has currently been activated. Should they wish to pursue this course of action then the opposing force will be overwhelming.

We are mobilising the sum total of our military might to reinforce this issue. Any fool should be able to see that resistance will rapidly become futile in the face of ourselves and our allies.

In Austrin-Ontis

Massive mobilisation and supply operations come into effect, preparing the simply vast AO forces for immediate action if required. Naval battlegroups sail out into the Inner Sea, thousands of planes overfly the country and legions of troops drill as they prepare for combat if their country is required to go to war.

OOC - The AO forces are indeed vast, rated 9xx in the world for military and backed up by >900 million citizens, a frightening economy and inordinately high military expenditure.

Also, a second sophisticated network of satellites, the CADIAN network, is beginning to gather information on troop and fleet movements of Lavellin and 32 nations. There are between 20 and 30 satellites in position to gather information, with significant signal dampening ability as well as a reduced sensor profile to defy jamming attempts.

The High Priest Himself is keen to make his feelings upon these issues known. British Imperialism is a member of the Devils Desert. Thus, honour and tradition compel Thulackack to stand beside them against all who wish them harm.
Thulack's Chosen wishes to inform all nations considering hostile acts upon BI that Thulack's Might is more than willing to fight their battles for them. If the combined forces of the Devil's Desert so far deployed is insufficent, then belive me, we are able to bring others to bear.

Do not interefere.

Within hours of the order from President-General, Supreme Strategic Core Commander Toby Pratt, the whole of the PrattCo Conglomerate Integrated Theatre Defense Organisation began to mobilize, like the rumblings of a volcano soon to awake after many years of slumber.

Throughout the massive GADTG, or Ground Assault and Defense Theatre Group, tanks and rocket artillery systems are being loaded and refuelled, and vehicles start and begin the long road of constant supply from the LTSTG. Aircraft stationed at the many airbases on or near the Santa Barbarian Mainland are being prepped for combat. Personnel of all types are woken from their sleep, called back from their leave, and moving about in a glorious, efficient dance of mobilization. Warships steam steadily out in the direction of the enemy, first dozens, then hundreds. Attack submarines prowl the oceans deeps.

SSCC Pratt radios a message to fleets from both regions.

"Our defense forces have been mobilized and put on strategic alert. British Imperialism, as a Devils Desert nation, is within the scope of interest of the PrattCo Conglomerate, and any move which impedes or threatens our interests will be met with severe and drastic measures. I urge the belligerent 32 Nations to withdraw their naval forces from BI waters and make concessions for peace before foolishly plunging us into war."
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OOC: FYI, the Santa Barbarian military is rated 42nd in world defense spending and is a heavily militarized corporate dictatorship. Invest in PCC today!

OOC: Well the EMP, whatever its exact physical nature appears to have disrupted communications somewhat...

1. British Commonwealth forces are on the British Imperialist mainland. BC posted that they were going to be arriving to aid in relief efforts. Land forces were also accompanied by naval forces, or at least sufficient transports to carry them. Since that point BC has made at least 3 postings describing operations on the BI mainland, and has sent a late-coming representative to the event in BWO. The time to challenge these has now passed...

2. Glad to see that the issue regarding the exact location of representatives from Danu & Psychik tv has been resolved. Boy, is Indra Prime in for a shock when he checks the thread...

3. I hereby propose that the next person who declares they are invading the BI mainland without sufficiently arming themselves with the facts is hunted down and humiliated in public in Real Life. All those in support say 'aye'.

Edited: bold type added to point three to show that this was not directed at the recent DD deployments. This post was written several hours ago before the systems crash...

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