NationStates Jolt Archive

ooc: Check this thread so you have some idea of what's going on. There are at least three more threads before that one though. http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=47367&highlight=

The face of a young half drow appears on the screen. The expression he wears is one of determination, yet is underlayed by a look of weariness that was all too evident in his eyes. He clears his throat and stares hard into the camera.
"I am Sinrë, as I hope that you know. I am here on behalf of the Rebellion, and it is time that I released our ultimatum.
Annilon the Usurper, traitor to his friends and people, siezed the throne as you know. I have every intention of taking it back from him. This can be done the easy way, or the hard way. Annilon must turn over his position to me within three days and accept exile to the surface, or be prepared to face civil war. Many people will die if he does make this decision, I promise you this. But the life I shall enjoy taking the most shall be yours, Annilon. Surrender now, and you will be shown mercy. Otherwise I shall have the head of you and your Kalessin lackeys head's on pikes before the palace gates. You have three days."
The screen flickered and went black as the rebels who had hijacked the network pulled the plug, and the nation of Arani waited for the reply...

"Hey boss, you think this'll work?" Bard, the former Otaku commando asked her team leader, Vlos Drake.

"Bard, shut up." was Vlos's reply. She did not want to admit that she was concrned over this. She was convinced that no matter what was done, a civil war would commence. She could feel it in the very stone the caverns of Underdark were made of.

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The broadcast had been seen in Olath Valsharess as well, and the Empress Aracoray was pacing around in dstress.

"We must do something, anything!" Melpomaen, the Secretary of Foreign affairs cried out. "We cannot simply stay aside and watch Arani tear itself apart!"

The Empress stopped briefly to clare at Melpomaen. "You know very well that we cannot do anything. The treaty with Arani forbids all sorts of meddling in their internal affairs and vice versa."
That is, publicly. she added mentally. She was risking a lot, having sent Vlos Drake and her team to aide the Rebellion.

# The uprising in Arani is reasserting itself again. Should We alert
# Our Kaenian allies?
>I am sure that they will take note of this. Keep a close eye on them and see
> what develops. We may decide to assist the rebels.
# We concur.

"F*ck those guys. Are you gonna put up with that shit? Say the word, and we'll help you crush this little insurrection."

--Jay Reaven

King Annilon, we did provide you with a most amusing way of dealing with these fools.

Needless to say the Corporation is overjoyed after hearing this news. Annilon is not what you would call our "favorite person" and it has been suspected for a long time that he may hold some grudges against our company. Today, Corporate officials admitted that they could not help these rebels. All of them said that they wanted to do it, but that something was prohibiting them from interfering.

An unnamed source told us that this "something" was the fact that a high ranking defector in Arani is suspected of having blown his cover. This source also admitted that Corporate Councilmembers now fear any other agents or support will also be discovered, risking open war with the Annilon regime.

We will keep you updated when more news comes in, as always.

VNN
Vortex News Network

Western Asia supports the return of Arani's rightful leader. The people of Arani have suffered greatly under Annilon, who rose on the promise of improving the lives of those proud people. But instead of glory, peace, and advancement Annilon has brought, and wrought, destruction upon his people.

Rumors and reports of mass killings and slaughter have accompanied Annilon's entire reign over Arani. The bloodshed that has accompanied this tyrant is unacceptable. Annilon, if you love your people then serve them and save their lives--your present rule has already cost that much to so many of your peoples.

We ask that Annilon step down.

We ask that Annilon accept Sinrë's offer and the resultant exile.

Annilon's face appeared on the screen. He looked unworried, almost relaxed. His white hair kept fluttering over his face and danced infront of his eyes. A smile was stretched across his face, as though something immensely funny had just occurred.
"Sinrë you fool, you cannot seriously expect that I would leave do you? You shall be in for a bitter fight if you seek to challenge me. I shall be merciful however, and give you a counter offer; get the hell off Arani land within the next two days and I won't execute every single person who even thinks a thought against me. You know this is not an empty threat.
Of course, you are too brave and gallant and all that bullshit to take me up on this offer, so when you find yourself in my torture chambers and your precious cousin occupying my harem, it will not have been my decision. And when you see the bodies of your Rebels lining the streets know that it is your fault. And when Arani is finished with this war, know that you have failed."

Private Communication to Melkor Unchained:

'Feel free to send some of your uruk-hai, it shall be an interesting learning experience. But make sure not to send too many, for they would clog up the tunnels and our warriors would not get their own share of kills. When we are done I shall be sure to send you a new mug made of a rebel head.'

Annilon's face appeared on the screen. He looked unworried, almost relaxed. His white hair kept fluttering over his face and danced infront of his eyes. A smile was stretched across his face, as though something immensely funny had just occurred.
"Sinrë you fool, you cannot seriously expect that I would leave do you? You shall be in for a bitter fight if you seek to challenge me. I shall be merciful however, and give you a counter offer; get the hell off Arani land within the next two days and I won't execute every single person who even thinks a thought against me. You know this is not an empty threat.
Of course, you are too brave and gallant and all that bullshit to take me up on this offer, so when you find yourself in my torture chambers and your precious cousin occupying my harem, it will not have been my decision. And when you see the bodies of your Rebels lining the streets know that it is your fault. And when Arani is finished with this war, know that you have failed."

Private Communication to Melkor Unchained:

'Feel free to send some of your uruk-hai, it shall be an interesting learning experience. But make sure not to send too many, for they would clog up the tunnels and our warriors would not get their own share of kills. When we are done I shall be sure to send you a new mug made of a rebel head.'

I was just going to send some Southron and Easterling Marines, plus maybe a gravship fleet and very possibly the Amarth Legion and some war trolls. Though it would result in catastrophic colateral damage, a Sky Furnace would be very demoarlizing..


Melkor, Lord of Darkness
He who Arises in Might
Emperor Eternal of the Imperial Dominion of Melkor Unchained, Lord and Master of Arda
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OOC: I don't think that the skyfurnaces would do much good in the subterranean warrens of Arani...unless by "catastrophic collateral damage" you mean killing everyone living in the warrens due to oxygen deprivation.

[OOC: Tagged]

The priestess smiled to herself in the dark. Yes, things were progressing perfectly. Soon, the public outrage over the events in Arani would force the Emress to action, and then...

Then the true order would be restored. The upstart infidel would be dethroned, tormented, shown the folly of her ways. The traitor would regret ever turning away from the glory and blessings of the Spider Qyueen.

Soon.

Soon the streets of Olath Valsharess would run with blood, and the screams of the sacrifice victims would reach the skies themselves!

Morsereg Drake laughed.

So nice to see Drow go back to traditional ways. I still think that Annilon is a Vheraun worshipper. But, he is the government, and until then we will deal with him.

The gutters ran red with blood while bodies piled ever higher in the streets. The Arani Inquisition was out in force, and those deemed traitors stood no chance. What resistance they could manage was futile, for every one sword defending there were five trying to strike the defender down.
Far below the city floor the High Priestess of Eilistraee sat in silence, surrounded by young followers of the faith who ranged in age anywhere between thirteen and twenty. The High Priestess knew that they were in trouble, and that soon the Llothites would be defiling the sacred and hidden temple, and heap their bodies on top of the rest, only to be buried when the next wave of dead were hauled up. There was no escape, yet she knew that they would have to try, for the sake of those younger than her.
"Children," she spoke in a low voice. "Lloth's minions will soon be upon us. You must flee the city and make your way to the rebel held cities."
"Won't you be coming with us?" asked Rhiesus, the youngest of the acolytes asked.
"No, I will stay here and make sure that you can escape. Do not worry about me, for I am accepted into Eilistraee's care, and she shall preserve me as long as necessary. Now listen to me, behind the alter there is a tunnel that will take you to the slums of town. Hole up there for as long as necessary, then get out of the city. If anyone asks you any questions, tell them you're lost. If they ask you any more questions, shove the point of your sword into them. Got it?"
Everyone in the room nodded mutely.
"Good, now go. Already I can feel their approach...."
The six young piestesses in training leapt to their feet and hurried to belt on their weapons. It took them only a minute to do this and slip through the small grate which was revealed at the base of the alter when one pushed the pressure plate a certain way.
In the now almost empty room the High Priestess Ataliana waited for the coming doom, meditating on her life and of what was to come. All too soon she heard the sounds of footsteps approaching the single wooden door that allowed entrance into the room. Still she stayed seated.
The door swung open smoothly, though it could easily have been locked and barred to slow the intruders down. Yet they knew that Ataliana would not hide unless she was hiding someone else, and the priestess hoped to avoid that suspicion if at all possible.
She raised her head slowly, until she was starring into the face of a drow female decked out in purple robed covered in spidery designs. On her belt the heads of her snake whip curled around the sword which seemed to glow with it's own aura of darkness. It was a face she knew.
"Shithinta," she said in acknowledgement.
"Ataliana," replied the drow in a cold, sharp edged voice. "It is good that you are here, so that my guards may have the honour of killing you," she smiled and gestured to those behind her to come forward.
"Fight me yourself, or are you too craven to fight those who you cannot beat?" asked Ataliana as five female guards stepped out from behind the priestesses slight form.
"No, I am simply pragmatic. If you can defeat my guards, then may you have the honour of fighting me. Otherwise..." she motioned to her guards, and they all started forward with identical feral grins on their faces.
Ataliana stood gracefully, drawing her sword slowly as to make a drawn out grating noise of metal on leather. She stepped back one and brought her sword up infront of her body and crossing her face. The faint light in the room shimmered across its flawless edge.
The first of the guards stepped forward and lashed out with an adamantite mace which Ataliana sidestepped with ease and returned with a flurry of blows which would have gutted the drow if another had not stepped in.
Ataliana had no time to riposte, she had no time to do anything but block and dodge as the blows rained down upon her. Her sword arm grew numb from the amount of blows her blade was forced to endure, and her muscles soon ached from the sheer amount of time that she had made impossible evasions.
The wily old priestess still had a few cards to play however, as one of the luckless warriors found out only when a dagger appeared in her throat. Those fighting by her side payed no attention as their comrade fell to the floor drowning in her own blood. They had more important things to worry about.
One by one the guards dropped. A sneaky spell here, a trap there, and more daggers than one could point a stick at. The trained warriors simply couldn't pin the priestess in the one spot long enough to strike her down. As the last one fell at the point of Ataliana's sword, the priestess of Lloth stepped forward.
"Very well done. I see that your skills have not diminished over the years," she said with an icy cruelty.
"Let us see," replied Ataliana curtly, bringing her bloodstained blade to bear.
Adamantite clashed with mithril as Shithinta stuck out with her sword of darkness. The Llothite pressed the attack and drove Ataliana down the length of the room. Back and forth they battled, neither gaining any advantage over the other, until Ataliana felt a snake's fangs sinking into her thigh.
She staggered back in shock as her entire leg numbed. Stumbling, she fell to one knee, throwing her sword out wildly infront of her to block the next blow. Yet it did not come. Shithinta stood back and began circling around the wounded priestess, a grin of triumph spread across her face.
"Fool, you know you never stood a chance against me."
Ataliana remained silent.
"After all, none can possibly stand before the greatness of Lloth. Know that you are about to die."
She took a step forward, and Ataliana leaped, sword outstretched, towards her. In a fluid move Shithinta knocked the blade aside and reset hers in an intercepting position. Ataliana felt the cold steel punch through her breast and slide between her ribcage. Blood was everywhere, pouring from her just and bubbling from her mouth. The last sight her eyes beheld was a strange mixture of pity and hatred etched across her slayer's face, then there was nothing.
Shithinta watched as the lifeless corpse fell from her blade and toppled onto the floor. Blood pooled around her feet and seeped into the floor, to be forever etched there. Ever so slowly Shithinta turned and left the room, a single tear trickling down her face, but what for she did not know, or did not care to remember.

The Empire of Light and Order does not have a substantial interest in this region but should a humanitarian task force be set up they will surely be composed of our men. Meanwhile we will be in contact with our Federation allies and decide if we are to do anything

OOC: Is this an invite only RP?

OOC: I hate being on summer vacation this long, Arani my longtime ally has turned to evil?!! I must help the rightous leader and kill the Aranian usurper.

A runner came up to the Leader Henry LeMay while he was inspecting the 2:nd Hades Regiment.

Runner - SIR!
LeMay - What?
Runner - Our ally Arani...
LeMay - Yes...
Runner - The former leader of Arani, Sinrë will attempt the overthrow the usurper Annilon.
LeMay - Yes. Let me think a while.
LeMay turns to the Minister of Defence Major Steinman.
- Place all of our troops on high alert and put the reserves on stand-by.
Send a formal warning to the Aranian usurper, "Leave now and you will spare the lives of many."
And notify Sinrë that he has full support of Derto.

ooc: Yayness! Derto has reappeared. Anyone may join, just don't RP-crash it with massive armies and stuff. Anything you send should not be large, power works though. WV, what is Oak doing?

IC:

"Well, I see that they have rejected our ultimatum," noted Sinrë as he watched to TV screen, trying to keep the disgust and anger from his voice.
"So it appears," Ghion said mechanically.
The entire metaconcert was sitting around a table in the room which has been converted into a meeting chamber. Annilon's rejection statement had come in yesterday, yet they had decided to wait out the three days before striking. Now though...
Now it was a different matter. As the bodies of those loyal to the old government were piled high, the rage of the Rebels rose. They would march as soon as possible. Annilon would not get away with the slaughter of thousands.

Di'yerni hovered above the city like an angel of death, her eyes blazing only with Fury. The air crackled with energy around her, yet she did not reveal herself, though anyone with the slightest amount of metapsychic power could feel her omnipotent presence.
Yet despite her power and hatred, she would not fight. It was not yet time, the Tári was not yet there, and did not yet know her full potential. The Aran was not yet there, and could not fulfill his duty. The Og'elend had not yet assumed his place, was not yet posed to strike. No, it was not yet time.

The woman in the doorway adressed the man who lounged at his desk field-stripping a pistol and humming to himself.

"Problem, Strategos. Arani just went nova." The man looked up and grimaced as he puts down the weapon and addresses his boss in a drawl. "Very descriptive... but it got my attention. What happened?"

"The displaced leader and current rebel Sirne just threw an ultimatum at the userper Annilon. He threw it back and stepped up the witch-hunt for rebel suppporters."
"I got the OMI brief last week on the situation. GeoPol still says that Sirne is the better choice?"
"Absolutely... but it seems that Annilon is getting support from Mr. Melkor these days."
"Damn... that means we really can't act openly, but I can send a discreet surveillance and intervention operative if you want, ma'am."
"By discreet, I assume you are not refering to my nephew."
The man laughs, as if sharing a joke. "No way. Like I said... I'll get Janet to dispatch an OMI-trained FDC operative. This is not the time to get caught with our hands in the till, what with the problem of setting up a navy."

"Then we are agreed. Monitor the situation and select an operative. I'll approve the op after I read their dossier."

OOC: When is this happening in relation to the Milantos campaign? (which isn't exactly a lengthly op, and so might be finished by this stage)...i.e. is Irlbilse back with Annilon by the time of these events?

The First Citizen sits in the near-darkness of his office, clearing his powerful mind of all unneeded thoughts and emotions. He sinks deep into his meditation, and begins to FarSpeak

Nartin... Sinrë... He focuses, trying to reach either one of his old contacts within Arani.

Nartin... Sinrë... The USSK wishes to once again send its assistance... If it is welcome, We will send the Archangels and the Spiral back to finish the task that they began so long ago...

In Henry LeMay's ready room...

LeMay turns to the Foreign Minister and says:
- Abner, what do you think we must do?
- To be frankly...we must use our might in the aid of Sinrë, but not all. If we used all our might we could bring the wrath of other nations like Melkor.
Major Steinman - Are you drunk Dowling? We must all our might and crush the usurpers forces and his allias!
LeMay - Calm down Steinman. It is an order!
Steinman - Yes, Sir.
LeMay - This is what we do. Because we can't send the majority of our forces, then we must send cream of our forces. And commit a part of our other forces to enforce an embargo on Arani, to prevent, hinder or delaying hostile forces and supplies entering Arani. Send the Black Wolves and White Wolves the Sinrë HQ to help him set up a perimiter and to start sabotage raids on the usurpers forces.
Oh...inform the commander of the First Haznus Hades tanks regiment that they are going to Arani. I wanted all this done YESTERDAY! Now MOVE!
Abner & Steinman - SIR, YES SIR!

"I told you to not to annoy him!" VLos Chided Phobos and Deimos as she cleaned the resulting injuries of the Twins' insistent badgering on Sinrë.
"We cosidered..."
"..Ourselves dipolmatically immune."

Vlos shook her head. "You dolts. There is no diplomatic relationship between us and the Rebels."
She sighed. her team was a disaster. Not only were the Twins annoying everyone, the former Otaku, Sora Shi, was drooling all over the place after the rebels she had deemd "bishounen." And it went ebven beyond that...! The formerly-of-Arani scientist her team had hauled along, now had a crush on Sin¨rë, of all the bloody people.

The Empress was going to owe her for this.

Nartin jerks, still not used to his new 'style' of metapsychic power.
<The USSK is welcome within Arani I guess. I will ... try and tell Sinrë. Though I cannot garentee any amount of success. I have, after all, just had a body transplant>

The young drow accolytes hid inside the run down shack of a house. Every so often they would hear screams of terror and patriotic chants, usually followed by the clash of steal and rushing feet.
After a few hours they heard less and less sounds, at one point the fighting seemed to cease altogether. But then their sharp dark elven ears picked up on the slightest scuff of a foot on the stone just outside, the slightest brush of leather on cloth.
All six of those in the house backpedaled silently. Each had an expression of fear on her face, and each gripped the sword that hung at her belt.
The door to the house swung open with an ear wrenching creak. A soft feminine voice drifted to the girl's ears. "Right, they're in here. I can feel it."
"Excellent. Your farsensing hasn't failed us yet," came a sharp male voice who was obviously unconcerned with stealth.
The two who had spoken, along with several others, made their way to the back of the house to precisely the place where six very frightened young drow dressed in the robes of training Eilistraee priestesses.
"Ah, there you are," said the male smoothly. "I've been looking all over for ones such as you."
The six young drow drew their swords in near unison. The male sneered slightly. "Oh come on. You stand no chance against us. Just give up and we will allow you to be ... reformed."
"No," said the oldest simply. "No, you Llothite scum. You would never do such a thing."
"Fair enough. Looks like we'll just have to do this the hard way," The male drew his sword, all the others in his group followed suit.
It was a short battle, for even though the young Eilistraeeites were well trained, they were no match for the experience of the warriors that the second most powerful person in Arani had by his side. The end result was three paralyzed, one screaming and clutching a sliced off arm, and two lying sprawled out on the floor in a puddle of blood.
One of the soldiers walked up to the girl who had lost her arm and smiled cruelly. He pulled out a dagger and slowly traced a bloody line down her face. The girl struggled and screamed, yet could do nothing to fend off the attack. Finally one of his comrades placed a hand on the drow's shoulder and said in his ear, "There will be enough tie for that later."
The drow nodded and took his knife away, cleaning it on the girl's robes before stepping away.
Then all the Eilistraeeites knew was darkness as the metapsychic female switched them to unconsciousness.

Nartin jerks, still not used to his new 'style' of metapsychic power.
<The USSK is welcome within Arani I guess. I will ... try and tell Sinrë. Though I cannot garentee any amount of success. I have, after all, just had a body transplant>

The First Citizen continues, attempting to be gentle. We will, at the least, assist you. The Guardians will approach and remain outside of Arani airspace until you can tell them where to land.

I hope things will begin looking up for you.

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"Well boys," Maquelle looked at the assembled Guardian Units. "Here we are, about to re-enter Arani space. Y'all know the drill. Keep a spread formation in the air, and keep th' chatter to a minimum. You 'xpose us, and I'll tan yer hide myself. Y'all have fourty-five minutes to go home, say g'bye to the wife 'n kids, and get back here ON THE DOUBLE."

He pulls the fat stogy out from between his lips. "Yer all DISMISSED!"

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Far above...somewhere. The two most feared Guardian units in all of Kaenei hurtled through the air, mere inches above the treetops. They rocket forward at immense speeds, the technological assist from Menelmacari and Angelic techs aboard the WorldDisc had been more than welcome, and now their suits were outfitted with the latest in propulsion technology.

Xiang Fu Tokogatu glanced back at her Unit, pride in her eyes. The Spiral may not be as powerful physically as the dreaded Archangels, but their magic more than made up for it.

You wretched Llothites, here we come! The thought flickers through her mind, and a cruel smile curls the corners of her lips.

Captain "Oak" paused grimly, reviewing the map his battle-armour array had made of the twists and turns of the Underdark that Nartin had lead them through. It was hard, viewing a map in three dimensions; certainly when the tunnels looped, threaded, and whorled as much as those near Arani. They were far from the surface, now, and Nartin was disturbingly quiet. As it was, the drow eyes glowed; the red glare that occasionally emanated from the rebirthed metapsionicist was no indication of the Voices exerting control.

No. If we need to leave in a hurry, we're at the mercy of anyone who knows the terrain better. It was an unwanted thought, given the recent circumstances. Still, that genetic sampling of the demon will have got us credit with the Dominion.

"Nartin - where exactly is it that we're heading? Where it is, we need to get there fast. Civil wars wait for no-one."


OOC:
Ah, that's where this thread went. Sorry for tardiness, Arani.

Open Message from the Kalessin Ministry of Peace:

"Any powers wishing to aid the Arani rebels under Sinre, or to attack Annilon in any way, may consider themselves enemies of the Empire of Kalessin, and of Arda."

Message to Kalessin:

"Then you are a enemy to Derto."

Foreign Minister Colonel Abner Dowling

The public opinion was too much. The Empress was not going to sacrifice all she had built to merely uphold the treaty with Arani. Not now, not never.

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The Empire of Olath Valsharess hereby rescinds all diplomatic relations with Annilon of Arani, no longer considering him the leader of the nation. Instead, Olath Valsharess will apply full support to the Rebels led by Sinrë.

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"So NOW we are..."
"..considered diplomatically immune..."
"Fuck."

The stereo declaration of the Twins made VLos cringe. it was scary. But not as scary as the fact that she had suddenly been slapped the title of "ambassador" and that her nation was effectively going to war with far too many powerful enemies.

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In the Tunnels:

"We're gonna head over to Barestal I suppose. It's not like there's anything else we can do," Nartin spoke in a dejected voice, his eyes were set in a hard glare. "From there I guess we'll do whatever Sinrë] wants us to do," he spat out the word Sinrë as though with was a curse upon Lloth, full of hatred and contempt. His hang squeezed the hilt of his sword so tightly that his knuckles went white. "C'mon, let's get going."

In Naraquil:

Annilon stood upon the balcony of the palace so that all of the assembled crowd could see him. The crowd was silent, anticipating eagerly what their leader had to say. There was a near fanatical glint in each person's eyes.
Annilon cleared his throat, his magically amplified voice reaching every ear of the vast mass of Aranians.
"My people, it seems to me that our close friend Olath Valsharess has turned against us. Well we cannot stand for this! If our most ancient ally is going to turn treacherous, let them do it without fear. Let them declare war, or leave us alone. I say this to the Empress: Fight or leave us to our own ways. We have already shown perfect willingness to punish our allies for their treachery, we shall not hesitate to strike out again. Shall Olath Valsharesses end be as Blyclaaf's was? Will the nation of Olath Valsharess be left exposed in the sunlight as a gaping crater? We shall see, it all depends on their intelligence, and courage."

The new Supreme Blyclaafian Military Commander, Brigadier-General Judd read the message that was passed to him by the young Corporal. His eyes widened as they passed over the message, his mind filling with thoughts, and memories of Blyclaaf's great demise to it's current state. His elbows landed on the table with a thump, and he hung his head in his hands. Olath Valshsress can't do this. They will be destroyed, like we were. A meeting was called, for all officers above the rank of Captain. It was a certain agreement that Blyclaaf should help. But the current condition of the military, it was decided that only 3 platoons could be given to Olath Valsharess.

Brigadier-General Judd wrote a telegram, which had to be re-written, because of the shaking that Judd had been doing, the writing was all over the page.

"Your Highness,
As leader of Blyclaaf, I must let you know that all of Blyclaaf is supporting your actions against Annilon. We know of his methods of war, and warn you not to let him do to you, as he did to our country. The Blyclaafian military wishes to donate 3 platoons of soldiers, which, if you allow it, would stay under a Blyclaafian Major. They will, however, have to be apart of your army, as we are in no state to go into an all out war against Arani again.
Yours Sincerly,
Brigadier-General Thomas Q. Judd"

As Annilon spoke in Arani, the Empress Aracoray of Olath Valsharess stood before her people in a hauntingly similar setting. She, too, stood on a balcony overlooking a plaza, right in the center of the capital city.

"It has come to our attention," she began without further ssdo, the murmuring crowd quieted by fear and awe. "That Annilon of Arani has threatened our nation with death and destruction should we go against themm... our beloved land would be reduced to gaping ruins, says he. "
She let the crowd mull over her words for a moment, before continuing. "But I say that we must stand against him!! We all recall the horros wrought in outr homeland when the thrice-cursed Lothites reigned... a reign swathed in bloood and tears.. our blood and tears... that we fought to destroy with all our might. "
Again, silence. She resisted the urge to sigh. Her metaphysics would use her words to evoke memories and imges of the horros gone in the minds of those who listened to her.
"And now, Arani faces the same fate. Arani has stood with us thorough hell and back, and when he usurpper annilon took over, what did we do? Nothing! I am ashamed of that! Ashamed that the friendship and trust we had with Arani could be so easily broken. Instead of acting, we merely stood back and let the horror unfold... to afraid for ourselves to act. I say it ends here, tonight! TOnight we well tell Annilon and his thugs that no longer will we hide behinf the Mára Níra treaty! No longer will we be afraid. No longer will he or his Lolthites hold anything over us, no fear nor threat shall hold us back... Tonight... tonight it will begin. Let us show them that we support Sinrë, the rightful ruler of Arani! Let us shake this cave, these halls of Earth and Stone, let them hear us all the way to Arani to show them that this is Olath Valsharess! And we are not afraid!"

She clapped her hands together, and the strategically-placed musicians began to drum a seductive, sloow beat. One by one, bit by bit the people on the plaza began to dance, to writhe along the music in a dance older than time. Of course,t he fact that the metaphysics were still doing what they had been told to do and the beat involving subsonic hypnotic controls did help the matters.

"Let them revel," the empress muttered, "Tomorrow they might all be dead."

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Mordereg smirked as she listeened the Empress talking about trust. "Trust is for the foolish... and the dead!"



(OOC: Just a notte. I hate Morpheus. But i know a speech designed for maximum effect when I see one, and am nort above stealing...)

(OOC EDIT: I am going away in RL for a few days... so be courteous and do not try to slag OV while I am gone? I promise that we can go back to squabbling on monday the latest... Ni, I expect courtesy from you...[and refuse to call you "Ara" for the obvious reasons....])

Henry LeMay is sitting alone in his private office.
And his thinking.

What am I to do? Our economy has gone down the drain, and yet I must fight a war against the Aranian Lothites. This is going to be hard on Derto. But we will have easier then OV. We are humans we can stand the sunlight, but our newfound drow allies can't. That means that we gotta help OV with their homeland defence.
He starts to pray.
Oh Lord may Thou have mercy upon my country and upon myself. May Thou give us streangh(?) and courage to fight our enemies. May Thou smite the evil Lothites with Thou might. Amen.

On all the TV-channels in Derto.

A voice says:
"We are going to interrupt all shows for this very important message from our Leader"

The screen fades away and the Dertonians sees their leader.

LeMay - I am declaring Marshall Law due to state in Underdark. We may in any moment be in war with our former ally Arani that has turned to evil. This war is going to be hard on all of us. So I pray that you all will support me, because we must eradicate the EVIL in Arani that is tormenting their own people. We can't stand by this and see Arani fall down into a state of chaos. Arani has sunken so low that they have accepted help from Melkor.
The screen fades to a picture of a orc. Fading back.
So we MUST help the rightous leader of Arani Sinrë back to power and we MUST help OV the protect them self from Arani and we MUST help Bryclaaf to regain power from the atrocities that Arani did to them.
The Lord is on our side, with him behind us. We cannot lose.
Unite Derto, united we stand, divided we fall!

"Sorry about the interruption, the TV-shows will start now"

Annilon and Nazgar stand behind the heavy black curtain, just beyond the view of the crowds still arrayed outside. They waited for an answer to the challenge, as did all of Arani.
Annilon watched the entire speech of the Empress with mounting fury, while Nazgar viewed it with cleverly hidden amusement. This is what he had been waiting for.
"So," said Annilon in an acid voice, "They dare break the Mára Níra treaty."
Nazgar thought it prudent not to mention the fact that they also had violated the treaty when they had obliterated Blyclaaf in the manner that they had.
"Well, I suppose you'd better deliver the news," he stated.
"Yeah, the mob will either love it or hate it, chances are that the vast majority are gonna hate it. But hey, the Empress picked the fight with us."
With no further ado, Annilon strode onto the balcony. The crowd shut up in less than half a second.
"My people! It is with great regret that I inform you that the alliance forged between Olath Valsharess and Arani millennia ago, and renewed with the Mára Níra pact decades ago, has been shattered by the stubbornness of Empress Aracoray. Thus, we are now at a state of war with the Empire of Olath Valsharess," he paused for dramatic effect. "Keep courage in your hearts as you fight your friends, but remember their betrayal, the betrayal of the Empire. There is nothing worse than a traitor, but the traitor must pay. It is time for there to be a new order in Olath Valsharess! One devoted entirely to the glories of Lloth, an order where power is in reach! We will spill blood, but that blood is only of those who fight us.
And let us hope that the troops of Olath Valsharess shall fight us in open, honorable combat. No mindless clone armies as cannon fodder, but steel on steel, blade against blade. Let us hope that they still retain enough sensibilities to war openly, with sword in hand over the weapons which many weaker nations hold as preference. For if they don't, then we shall be ruthless, and we shall hold no care for the lives or wellbeing of any citizens of Olath Valsharess. Let us begin."

Jeyna, president-elect, eased back in her chair, the creek of leather just audible. She stared awhile at her PDA lying across the table, slowly it slid across the polished surface into her small hand.
After recording a note for herself, she looked up at her Secretary-of-Office, initiating a crude form of telepathy, "I think we need to make a call here on this matter. Get a message to Derto, Blyclaaf and Olath Valsharess and let them know we want to assist them in anyway, being it supplies or whatever they need. We need to throw careful support behind Sinrë's just rebellion, but our policy on non-humans is to not get directly involved in their affairs. Considering the slaughter going on in Arani we need a possible re-think on this policy."
"Yes my Lady, right away." Responded the secretary in voice, (not having the same ability as Jeyna) and slipped out the room.

Newly promoted Major Abner Dowling is sitting in his office, writing an answer to Mega Tau.

We welcome any and all help you may send to our cause. We think that we're answering for OV and Bryclaaf as well. Be quick, the evil hordes of the Lothitian Arani may descend upon us all in Underdark at any moment.

Foreign Minister Major Abner Dowling

OOC Where are all the people?

Siri: Sinre shows his head at last. I have awaited this day for some time.

Serendis: Yes, milady. He is... disadvantaged, however.

Siri: *shaking her head* I cannot believe that. He cannot simply have gotten tired of hiding. He must have a plan, or he would not show himself. Sinre is no fool.

Serendis: Even so, the odds against him are daunting, even if he has devised some new strategy or developed a weapon. He needs help.

Siri: I will try to contact him. In the meantime, have the boys at MISSION start working their contacts to amass a cache of weapons - the untraceable kind. Kalashnikovs and the like. We will send these to him regardless. But if Sinre's plan seems promising, I may loan him some... special goods.

Serendis: An excellent plan. I'll get right on it.

----------------------
Serendis rose, and left the office. Siri rose as well, going to the window, looking out over the Eternal City of Vinyatirion spread out far below her like a quilt, and the forested mountains and endless sea beyond. Her domain. So peaceful... and opposite in every way to the strife-torn Underdark.

Sirithil reached out with her mind - she wished greatly to see Sinre reinstalled. Arani, a former ally, turned enemy with but a coup, yet possibly to be ally once again. And... Sinre was a friend. He had no telepathic abilities, but she knew one of his aides, a fellow by the name of Xeniler, did.

Xeniler... if you can hear me, it's Lady Sirithil of Menelmacar, with a message for your lord, she sent telepathically, being very careful to shield her transmission so that only Xeniler would receive it, as opposed to other random telepaths - or worse, someone loyal to Annilon. I wish to help. We can send weapons. And perhaps the finest of soldiers - surely you have heard tale of the Mornahosse... the Shadow Force. For the latter, though, I need to be sure you have a sound plan, a good strategy. The odds against you are steep, and Menelmacar wishes to see you victorious.

http://image1ex.villagephotos.com/1431815.jpgLady Sirithil nos Fëanor
Elentári of the Eternal Noldorin Empire of Menelmacar
"If it is to be war between us, it shall be war to the knife and the knife to the hilt."
~Foreign Minister Duke Paolio, The Outlands
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OLD BLYCLAAF:
Brand new posters were placed on walls, each with a picture of Annilon, with a dagger in his right hand, grasping the shirt of a Blyclaafian soldier. Under the picture, it read "Do you want this to continue? Soldiers, volunteer to go and fight!" The message only got through to a handful of men, not enough to make a company. Blyclaafian High Command saw it fit that a barrel be filled with the serial numbers, of every soldier, and numbers drawn, are to be made into a division and sent to the frontline. Several men were arrested and one was shot for refusing orders.

Brigadier-General Judd received the message from Mega Tau. He read it with a high amount of enthusiasm. He lent back in his chair. Arani has four Trimarean Destroyers blocking us from New Blyclaaf, and anything else for that matter. If Mega Tau could help us, we might be able to sink the ships, making a clear path for our men and ships. He sent a reply to Mega Tau.


IN BARESTAL:
Major General Kalope sat with his legs wrapped aroung the back of the chair, in a corner of Sinre's office. He mostly kept to himself, saying only things on a need to know basis. His Blyclaafian uniform was torn in several placed, but the most noticable was on his chest, around a blood stained patch. A massive rip in the fabric, where they ripped a bullet out of his chest. He was going to pass messages on to Sinre about what Blyclaaf was doing. His equipment wasn't very up-to-date. A Laptop with a modem. However, it served it's purpose, and served it well.

In Naraquil:
Spies, were anywhere they could fit. There were three around Annilon's Place, and several more hanging around the city. Completely out of site, and also unable to relay any news. It would be too easy for the Aranians to pick up the transmissions.

OOC: I may be jumping a bit to far in this post, if so just ignore.

IGNORE!!!
(Foreign Minister Abner Dowling aproched LeMays office, with some interresting news.

- Sir, you may want to take a look at this.
- What is it? If it's another bad news, I don't want it.
- Sir, I believe you'll find it as good news.
- Give it to me.
Henry LeMay read through it and a smile appears on his face.
- Yes it was good news and praise the Lord for it. I had so much problem with whipping Derto out of the economic drain hole and presenting a front against Arani. Where did you get this?
- From our coordinate officer at Sinrë HQ.
- Excellent. With Menelmacar on our side we stand a much better chance at reinstalling Sinrë as Arani's just ruler.
- Shall I inform Brigadier General Steinman as well?
- Yes. It is best if he hears it from us and not from his sources. Dismissid.
- Yes Sir.)
IGNORE!!!

OOC: As much as I appreciate the support, Derto, Menelmacar's being a bit quiet about all this, so unless you have some truly uber telepaths, you probably wouldn't know, yet. Siri will inform other friendly nations quietly once the arrangements are made.

~Siri

OOC: And she means uber. Even I'm not going to claim that I could've picked up on that one! :wink:

OOC: *Siri does the unthinkable... and hugs Kalessin.* :D

~Siri

Transmission from Roania to Annilon.

We're sorry, we have to remove our support for you. We will, unless given further orders, remain neutral.

<End Transmission>

Bump

Irlbilse strode into Annilon's office, his cloak billowing out behind him, despite the absence of any wind in the tunnels of the Underdark.

"The Empire has dispatched five hundred thousand warriors to aid you against the rebels. They should be here in a matter of days."

ooc: Urgh, I've been out of it for a few days, which is why there have been so few posts by me.

Xeniler was ... surprised to say the least to be contacted by who was, arguably, the most powerful person in the world. He quickly relayed the message to Sinrë who gave him a message to send back:
Lady Sirithil nos Fëanor, you thank you for your offer of aid and will accept anything you can give. Our plan is a simple one, capture several smaller cities first for supplies and the support of the people. Then we shall strike at Naraquil from all directions. We should be able to dislodge enough of the adamantite casing of the walls to get through. The city will be on alert so there isn't much you can do in the way of sneak attacks. With our allies we hope to be able to gain a significant magical advantage over our foe however, unless the scum of Kalessin involve themselves. The aid given by other nations should keep most soldiers at other fronts fighting. We eagerly await your assistance

Transmission from Edward Black to Sinre

Attention, most honored king. We offer you our assistance in this coming conflict. However, it is not free. We will require compensation.

End transmission

Message to Sinrë's HQ

Derto wishes you to know that Dertos gold reserve is open to you, if you need funds. No sum is to little or to big.

Finance Minister Daniel Stjernlof

ooc: Urgh, I've been out of it for a few days, which is why there have been so few posts by me.

Xeniler was ... surprised to say the least to be contacted by who was, arguably, the most powerful person in the world. He quickly relayed the message to Sinrë who gave him a message to send back:
Lady Sirithil nos Fëanor, you thank you for your offer of aid and will accept anything you can give. Our plan is a simple one, capture several smaller cities first for supplies and the support of the people. Then we shall strike at Naraquil from all directions. We should be able to dislodge enough of the adamantite casing of the walls to get through. The city will be on alert so there isn't much you can do in the way of sneak attacks. With our allies we hope to be able to gain a significant magical advantage over our foe however, unless the scum of Kalessin involve themselves. The aid given by other nations should keep most soldiers at other fronts fighting. We eagerly await your assistance
Siri ponders this, and sends back.

A simple but sound plan. Excellent. You have our support. Do you have a secure location to which we can ship supplies and arms?

http://www.weirdozone.0catch.com/projects/nationstates/sirithil/sirithilnosfeanor.gifLady Sirithil nos Fëanor
Elentári of the Eternal Noldorin Empire of Menelmacar
"If it is to be war between us, it shall be war to the knife and the knife to the hilt."
~Foreign Minister Duke Paolio, The Outlands
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OOc: I have been away as well, doing live-action gaming and stuff... *snickers at the idea of a TPed GM car*

_________________

"No mindless clones, eh? Well, Aniilon, if old-fashioned is the way you want to go, then so be it!" The Empress seethed. "Send word to the Head of Houses. We wil do this... the old way."
She fingered the swords hanging from her hips. "And I will personally be there for you, Annilpon... I will make you scream in agony, to wish you were in the hands of your Lolthite berthren, to long for torment for it would be less than what I shall deliver to you!"

(OOC: What could I do to help the rebels? I'm not magical, & I don't know how much Cruras are worth in Arani...)

Mintar you do not need any magics, I'm a human country and I will help Sinrë in any way I can.

Message to Derto, Blyclaaf and OV from the Presidential Palace, Megatron City:

We have made available 5000 of our finest Spartan Warriors for immediate deployment to any of the above 3 nations, we leave it to you to decide where you want them. We are also ready to dispatch supplies, currently being loaded onto 5 supply vessels. Anything else, please let us know.
Yours in alliance, President Jeyna.


(OOC: sorry for delay in responding, not much free time)

(OOC: Yah, but my troops won't like fighting drow who pop up out of the ground & deflect bullets with a thought. Not that it's unrealistic for a magic nation, but I can't compete very well. So I thought my resources would be better put funding the rebels)

(OOC: Yah, but my troops won't like fighting drow who pop up out of the ground & deflect bullets with a thought. Not that it's unrealistic for a magic nation, but I can't compete very well. So I thought my resources would be better put funding the rebels)
ooc: STOOGE!!! You shouldn't have given them the idea. They probably wouldn't have thought about it if you hadn't had said anything!!

The division of soldiers to be sent to fight against Arani marched through the streets of Hagard. Children stood on top of buildings, throwing stones and bricks. Women screamed out words of anger at the disision of Brigadier-General Judd. Police stood in front of the barricades, with their backs turned to the soldiers, pushing people back over the barricades. Many of the young, eighteen year old soldiers began to shed tears. Most of them had never been away from home before. And they were to leave, to go to another country, and most probably die. The thought could not escape their minds. It chewed at their consious, tearing them apart from the insides. The old veterans saw the young ones do this, and remembered the days when they joined up to the military, having high hopes of being able to kill someone, or blow up a tank, without anything happening to them. This changed for everyone, that infamous day that the Aranian soldiers opened Blyclaaf to the ocean. The feeling was no longer killing, or blowing stuff up, but staying alive. At the head of the division, was Colonel Crimson, with his barret sitting on his head, and a proud smile. He never was a soldier. He went straight into Officer's School, and he did not know how to lead men into battle correctly. He had already sent several men to their deaths, in the Arani-Blyclaaf conflict, and the men hated him for it.

The message to Mega Tau:
"We would like it if you could move your navy to the ocean above the position that this message has been sent from. If you could, engage the Arani ships in the area, with the aid of the Blyclaafian Aircraft carriers. If we can sink these ships, we will be able to send our troops to Olath Valsharess for the assault.

ooc: STOOGE!!! You shouldn't have given them the idea. They probably wouldn't have thought about it if you hadn't had said anything!!

(OOC:

... I'm SURE Arani has thought of that and more inventive uses for magic, unless I'm completely wrong about his/her RPing ability... Also, even if they hadn't, they realisticly would have known (if it was feasible) about it ICly (one of their characters, anyway), so...)

Military consignment to Blyclaaf Requested Position:

Phase One: (deployed)

2000 SW Troops on 4 transport ships
3 Supply Ships
5 Guided Missile Cruisers
5 Guided Missile Destroyers (AAW & ASUW)
5 Guided Missiles Frigates (AAW)
1 Command Ship
2 Ammunition Ships
3 Fast Combat Support Ships
2 Refuelling Tanker Ships
10 Dock Landing Craft
20 Landing Craft, Mechanised and Utility
22 Armoured Personnel Carriers – Amphibious

Request air support from Blyclaaf when in the region.

People's Republic of Mega Tau (http://www.angelfire.com/empire2/megatau)

Mega Tau I like your homepage.

*deleted*

(ooc: Cut out the ooc spam.)

"Lithien," Sinrë's soft voice cut through the silence of the room, jerking the figure lying on the bed up immediately. She had not been sleeping.
Lithien looked over at Sinrë through bloodshot eyes, the extent of her weariness was shown up completly by faint purple glowing faerie fire that hung above her bed. Her normally well kept hair was strewn all over her dace, sticking to her lips and covering her eyes. She brushed it back behind her pointed ears and flopped back onto the bed.
"You look terrible," said Sinrë, shocked that his cousin had deteriated to such a point. "You really need to sleep."
"I can't, it won't let me," she sighed, letting the entirety of her exhaustion enter her voice.
"What is it. Surely you're still having those demon dreams?" It had been two weeks since the demon had attacked the city, and everyone had eventually gotten over the shock. Everyone, it seemed, except for Lithien, who nodded at his question.
"Well ... shit. We really do need you Lithi, but if you're not feeling the best, well, you alive and useless is better than you dead and still useless."
"What?" she jerked to a state of panicked alertness. "You can't just leave me here. I've gotta kill some Llothites too!"
"Lithi, you're not well enough. There's no way you'll be able to fight properly. You might as well stay here for all the good you'll do us in the tunnels."
Lithien pushed back the light covers on her bed and swung herself into a sitting position and glared at Sinrë. "You can't stop me you know. Your power is over your followers, but I don't follow. I walk beside you."
Sinrë nodded his head i acknowledgment. He had never held much sway over his younger cousin. "Then at least be ready. Get some sleep."
"I'll try."

Fire shot from the ground all around her and licked up the walls. No mortal should have been able to survive the supernatural heat of the inferno, yet Lithien stood in the middle of it all unburnt, dressed only in a loose nightdress. Wind whipped through the corridor, blowing her unbrushed hair back behind her and making her dress flap dangerously close to the walls.
Mortal
Demon
Are you ready?
I no longer fear you
You lie, but it matters not. The fact that you can show me that you have the potential to stop fearing me shows that you are ready
You will never defeat me
Maybe not. But I can destroy you
A perfectly straight ray of fire shot from the void at the end of the hallway, burning a hole through Lithien's chest and continuing on to the second void. Lithien stood as if one shocked, incapable of moving out of the flames, of even falling to the ground. She felt her soul tug at the confines of her chest, threatening to burst free from its prison and be sent hurtling into the Abyss. In a single massive burst of energy Lithien managed to open her mouth and scream.
Know now that you will be broken. We can stay here for hours, your soul cannot possibly resist the easy path of freedom that I offer. You have not that much control over it
I-will-endure!
I'll believe it when I see it
Hours passed, neither gaining any ground in the struggle. Finally the flame stuttered ad fizzled out. Lithien collapsed in a pile on the ground, utterly spent.
There will be other nights, mortal. It is time that you went and fought, do make sure not to die
And then the purple light claimed her, and she had woken to the first day of the war.

To Siri:

There is an island north of Fardinia. There are all kinds of rocky crags and places you can hide the equipment until our people can meet up with you and guide your people into the tunnels. Beware though, there has been an increase of Kalessin activity in the area of late

The first of the umberhulks began filing out of the city, marching towards the city of Y'hyos. The war had begun.

Steinman hurries down the corridor to inform LeMay about was has started in Arani.

- Sir, he weezhes out tired after the running, I have news about Arani.
LeMay puts away what he was doing.
- Speak out Steinman.
- The war has begun. They have started moving towards a city called Y'hyos.
- No...I knew this moment would come. And I hoped that it would never happen.
- Shall I order Red Alert?
- Yes...order our guerilla warfare units to report in for depature to Sinrë's HQ. They will support the Rebel forces attacking Y'hyos and reinforce Black - and White Wolves perimiter around their HQ. I only hope our forces can do some good against Drow magic. Go now. I want to be left alone.
- Yes Sir.
As Steinman leaves the room reaches LeMay after a bottle of whiskey and takes a swig. And another swig and another...

The three massive aircraft carriers began to move the aircraft and helicopters to the deck. Pilots, that had never flown from an aircraft carrier before, dived into the cockpits of their fighters. Code red was placed on the carriers, as well as on the airbases in Old Blyclaaf. They all sat, and waited for the Mega Tau fleet to arrive.

The Mega Tau Phase One Naval Deployment arrived at the rendezvous waypoint with the Blyclaaf Carriers. A sense of apprehension was in the air, as they had never engaged in a human/non-human conflict before. On arrival, the Blyclaaf Commanders were invited aboard the command ship, for urgent discussion on how we would undergo this theatre of war.

Blyclaaf: if unable to board, send telegram to discuss any ideas you may have, we have limited knowledge of enemy's capabilities.
Sinrë: let us know of any advise or preferences you may have in the coming assault.

People’s Republic of Mega Tau (http://www.angelfire.com/empire2/megatau)

A Dertonian fleet is onroute to the rendezvous waypoint, although late, the ships are running at flank speed. We have sent all the ships we can without interfearing with our blockade efforts against Arani. The ships are 2 Battleships (upgraded Iowa class), 4 cruiser, 8 destroyers and 10 submarines. Their orders are to protect the Bryclaafian hangarships at any cost and to in general support the attack in any way.

"Milady, Rebel movement detected in the tunnel," the male messenger bowed low before the priestess of Lloth.
"Oh? How many? How far?"
"Our scanners can't get a clear estimate on how many, they keep destroying them. But they're ten miles away at the moment."
"And what do they come against us with?"
"I know not for certain, though I believe that Sinrë will come with swords."
"It is not your place to give your opinion, worm. Ask him!"
"Yes Milady," the messenger bowed and left the room.

ooc: Will make some kind of useful post tomorrow.

I'm going away for the weekend. I'll be able to return late on Sunday (CET)

((OOC I tried to help once before but wasn't able to because I the person I was supposed to have smuggle me into the Underdark never did so. In light of this I'm assuming my little group made it into the Underdark some how... I am not doing missing out on this round because I couldn't get into the underdark))

Who knows how exactly they had made it into the Underdark, or found their way around perhaps it is because, knowing the Web the way they did, a maze that made some sense was easier by far for this group.

The Light was absent this deep under the ground, it wouldn't have mattered if it had been the brightest day, none would have seen this silent group move, not a sound was made, only gestures between groups as they moved. Numbers hard to determine it would later be determined that they where a group of forty, they knew not the rebels plans and didn't care they would not reveal their presence for a while yet anyway. When they did, and the dance begun let the Mon-Keigh Kin know fear the Harlequins where hunting them, the Lords of the Dance had come.

((Notes on whats happening Harlequins are artists and warriors they wear clothes based on the Holo-field tech of the Eldar but much better they can control what image is generated across the spectrums. They use it in battle in differing ways the standard Harlequins show the faces of the last person they killed, right down to a pimple it's that accurate. The Solataire who leads this little group. Him you should fear, for he reads the fears of the person he is fighting and places the image into his suit litually appearing to be the persons worst nightmare. They arrived in Tor Yvresse thanks to Raems destruction of another Craftworld and there will always be a maximum of 100 of them, no matter how much I grow.))

A message was sent to the Mega Tau and Dertonian fleets to begin the attack. The aircraft will begin and the ships will follow, destroying the ships.


The first wave of aircraft launched from the aircraft carrier BS Blitzkreig. They took off into the distance, only the roars of their engines remaining.

The sounds of combat echoed along the corridors, sunk deep into the darkness and away from the shining sun. Cold, and wet, and flooded in places, only Nartin seemed to know where he was headed. The special operatives team could retrace their steps ... but that was the limit of their navigational ability. Which was why they flicked safeties off, as the sounds of vicious combat drew closer and closer.

Oak waved his hand, and the men hunkered down, into cover. Nartin was almost dragged bodily into it if he did not do so voluntarily.

"Sounds like a rebellion in the city spilled out - or that there are royalists taking a rebel city. Where are we close to?" Oak whispered to Nartin.

ooc: Sorry about lack of posting, but have been on holidays and am currently extremly tired. The good news is that tomoorow I'm sure I will force myself to feel extremly creative and may even write something useful. I have also found myself some more weirdish plot ideas.

Annilon's face appears on the screen. He looks as though he would like to strange those watching, but is only just managing to restrain himself.
"Blyclaaf. Cease all military activity in Arani/Fardinian waters or face chemical weapons strikes against your nation. You break the treaty of which you agreed to, and we will obliterate your puny nation again if need be. Withdraw your ships and work on rebuilding your nation. You need not get involved.
Mega Tau. You violate treaties that our nations have. Leave the area of Arani now, or face the death that comes to the betrayer.
Derto. Long has Derto and Arani stood together, and now you would throw all this away for the fool Sinrë. I have violated no AMND pacts, Why must you do so? Withdraw your navy, now.
Olath Valsharess. Your betrayal is worst of all. For two thousand years we have been allies, now we are at war. Mayhaps you shall find a sword through your heart, Aracoray, the sword of a people dissatisfied at their rulers decisions. Or maybe it shall be a valiant Arani warrior. Whatever happens, I will make sure that a sword is placed there, for your betrayal."
The screen flickers, and goes blank.

At Y'hyos:

Drums boomed and horns sounded through the wide tunnel before Y'hyos' Gate. The human, half elven, and drow warriors start up a war chant, clanging their weapons and shields together after each line. The noise they make irritates their sensitive ears, but Sinrë believed that the moral and intimidating effect was well worth it. Besides, he had sensitive equipment for detecting sneak umberhulk attacks, and so hardly needed his soldier's ears for that.

Then, finally, they come upon the Gates themselves, which were commonly used in the defence of cities when they need it, but are more important for stopping a flood incase the tunnels collapsed under the sea. Therefor there were no arrow slits in it, just a huge chunk of adamantite standing between the army and the city. The 'band' that was playing went silent at Sinrë's command, and he strode up to the door alone and pounded upon it three times with a mace. His voice was amplified several times by his team of metapsychics as he declared: "Those who dwell in Y'hyos, open the gate! Come forth and do battle with us honourably or surrender the city!"

All inside Y'hyos heard the challenge, and all looked to see what the high priestess would do, and she could not afford to look weak before the masses. A reply resounded through the city and the surrounding tunnels.
"Sinrë, traitor to Lloth, consider your challenge accepted. The Spider Queen will guide us to victory!"

Slowly the gate opened, and quickly was the Rebel shield wall errected against the sudden flight of arrows that whistled into the tunnel. As per Arani custom, each side would fight only with traditional weapons. There would be no firearms or explosives, it would be a battle of skill in blades.

The crossbow bolts clattered uselessly against the shields of the Rebels, who returned fire over the top of the shield wall. These also proved completely inneffective, as crossbow bolts cannot penetrate adamantite, much less unaimed crossbow bolts.
Both sides let the way with a shield wall, the Llothites taking advantage of the larger area of the city to expand theirs much longer than the Rebel's who had just emerged from the confines of the tunnel. The Rebels raced out and quickly formed ranks, never lingering, always marching towards the enemy.
Then Sinrë cried in a clear voice, "Halt!"
The rebel army stopped its march immediately.
"Metapsychics! Forward!"
Seventeen people broke off from the main shield wall, drawing fire from the enemy which they snapped out of flight with psychokinesis.
"Metapsychics! Unleash Hell!"
The metapsychics blended into a metaconcert, a joining of minds. As each linked more energy was added to the pool, until they had enough to complete their designs. A vortex of spiraling dark energy appeared in the air in front of them, a crackling noise filled the city, and everything seemed to stop besides the spinning...

Then it stopped too, and imploded, sending a stream of violent energy straight towards the enemy. The bodies crumpled under the sheer power of the blast, adamantite armour and weapons twisted into shapes unrecognizable, flesh was burnt from the bone. There was no hope for those caught in the blast, they died instantly.

Sinrë watched the devestation with a horrified facination, waited for it to be complete, then surveyed the remainder of his enemy. The energy blast had ripped through the most crowded part of the army, and the rest were recovering from shock. Many, no doubt, had suffered terrible burns.
At length Sinrë cried, "Charge!"
The response he got was sluggish, as people were still recovering from the shock of what had just passed. Yet charge they did, and much of their demoralised enemy fled before them.

Sinrë, and all in the area, heard the shrill trilling of a piccolo, and knew that Lithien had entered the fighting. She looked more animated than any had seen her in a long time, and each blow she struck seemed to only invigorate her more. Her shining mithril shortsword flashed in the dim lighting which no one had bothered to dim. Many broke off their own fighting just to watch her as she weaved and darted around her enemies, poking holes in and out of them. No one noticed the tears rolling down her cheeks, nor the look of intense hatred in her eyes. Finally the sounds of battle faded as more and more of those who fought on the side of Annilon deserted or were slain. Finally only the Rebels, and the dead occupied the clear area before the city of Y'hyos. At last Lithien allowed her sword to find her sheathe, and she went to find Sinrë.

Leyisa Ni'thios, High Priestess of the city of Y'hyos, cursed the Gods as she watched her army fall or flee. She knew there was little chance of her surviving in the city, but there was no where now to go. And that bitch with the thrice cursed Eilistraee blade, she would come soon.
Leyisa allowed herself to entertain this time of thought for a short while. Well, she reasoned, if I am to die, I shall at least make Annilon's victory easier.
"Guards!" she cried. "Secure the compound. Prepare for out last stand!"

"Sir, I have a report to you from G team 2."
"Well then Steinman, give it to me!"
"Yes, Sir."
"Hmmmm...Good that Sinrës forces has breaken through the perimiter, but do you believe this report about "unleasing hell"?"
"Actually Sir, I don't know what to believe. It sounds impossible, but the are Drow and they fought with primitive weapons. Hell, our forces weren't allowed to help the rebel forces unless they fought with swords. Which the majority refused to do. But some of our troops equipped themselves with swords and armor and they did quite well."
"Interesting, see if you can dig up some more troops in our army that are used to fighting with swords, we can surely aid Sinrë with that."
"Yes, Sir."

The Harlequis watched the fighting in the city from a distance, they watche the strange reliance on Crossbows in an age of high explosives and shoock their heads, now determined that any aid they might render would be done from the Shadows, these drow where fools to trust in their foes honour.

So They had a role for themselves now, let the Drow Rebels strike openly they would move in the Shadows, and hurt the enemy their own way, for now through it was time to withdraw from this Tunnel, nothing more could be learnt. Exposing themselves like this would not aid them, the Solitaire began to leave, and at his leaving the others of the team followed.

Brigadier-General Judd stood infront of the HighCommand meeting in Old Blyclaaf.
"We cannot let ourselves be pushed around by that... mad man, anylonger." He said as he pointed to the screen that had Annilon's face plastered over the whole area of the projector's screen.
"Our military, although very beaten and half destroyed, can still take on anything he throws at us. Our aircraft carriers are the only things that are giving away our involvement in this war. Tell them to continue back to New Blyclaaf and remain there until further notice. And Colonel, get another hundred thousand troops ready. We will continue our involvement in this conflict and we will succeed." Everyone left the room and left Judd to let his words sink in to his own mind.


"MEGA TAU AND DERTO

URGENT MESSAGE

We are having to pull out of attack on Aranian ships. Our most sincerest apologies for this inconvienience. You may continue attack."

"MEGA TAU AND DERTO

URGENT MESSAGE

We are having to pull out of attack on Aranian ships. Our most sincerest apologies for this inconvienience. You may continue attack."

Blyclaaf, message received and confirmed.

Meesage to Derto: "do you have any of your airforce available? We don't think it's wise to continue with this engagement without air cover."

The MT Commander of the fleet prodded her middle finger at the image of Annilon on the display, causing one of the officers to blush. "Nevermind him," she said in a firm tone, "He's crazy, Sinrë is holding ground and that's who our ally is."

On one of the transport ships, nearly 1000 SW Troops, all experts with the sword, prepared themselves for a possible landing, but where was another question.

On the navy vessels, crew prepared the guided missile bays, going thru system checks.

People’s Republic of Mega Tau (http://www.angelfire.com/empire2/megatau)

(OOC: Anyone got a map of Arani/this region?)

To Mega Tau: It is understood. We are dispacing our 2 major aircraft carriers to our combined fleet with all the aircraft they can hold.

To Annilon: You say you have not violated the AMND pact, I say, you're lieing thrue your teeth. You attacked Blyclaaf, a violation the the AMND. Furthermore, you are a cruel lord of evil. The AMND was formed by enlightened despots that wished to rid the world of tyranny. You are no enlightened despot, you are an oppresive evil dictator. As the AMND treaty states we, the ones who truly follows the AMND, must rid the world and Arani from you. You cruel lord of evil, may thou might whither(sp?) away as a tropical flower does in the desert.
We must liberate Arani from you, may God banish you, Annilon, from the realms of earth and into the depths of Hell. Burn in Hell Annilon, and pray that forces from Derto won't capture you. For I will torment you in person.

Henry LeMay

(ooc: To clear some things up. Annilon below is telling the complete truth about Blyclaaf attacking first. Do your homework before accusing :P
There is no map, but I can describe the region to you. Fardinia is a nation (was a nation) that is above Arani. We are still roleplaying as though it exists, as it is simpler to. To the east of Arani under some landmass where SithRose used to live there is Olath Valsharess. The stretch of water is 180 km wide.
To the south east there is Old Blyclaaf, the the North East there is New Blyclaaf. To the north there is an island, as in there to the west and south west.
How are the Harlequis watching from a distance in enclosed tunnels?
There are sensors that will pick up the Harlequis movement, they should probably know about this. It's pretty common knowledge (or should be))

To Derto:

We struck out at Blyclaaf only in self defence. Check your facts next time you open your mouth, worm. Blyclaaf attacked first.
Cruelty is but a means to an end, it is how we control the people so we can do that which is best for them, which is the entire point of the AMND pact. A tyranny is not necessarily a bad thing. Your religious bullshit spouting shall help you not, for it is you who shall rot in the Demonweb Pits to the amusment of Lloth when all is done.

OOC: Ok, I didn't know that Blyclaaf attacked first, but I think that LeMay wouldn't care.

ooc: We never fired a shot until Arani began to take our territory. His Umberhulks and stuff killed over 40000 of my men without loosing anyone. They then began to take my territory and still have complete control over Eaglin. And then they flooded me. So who struck first??? I did declare war first, but he did fire the first shot and struck first.

The pounding of the drums draws the team close to the city - the scene is confused, and chaotic.

And they're canny.

"Nartin - there are your people. Make contact," Oak whispers.


OOC:

Apologies for brevity of post. I think IC stepping into that fight would be akin to committing suicide :)

Four supply vessels head for the Underdark Region, the exact location undisclosed, while 2 leave the naval port to rendezvous with the MT Naval Fleet to replenish supplies and deliver more ordnance.

(OOC: I gather Derto and myself are bobbing about in the sea between Old Blyclaaf and Olath Valsaress?)

((OOC Sorry it's Harlequins Stupid keyboard didn't register the n at the end. anyway good point on the distance thingy, hmm from shall we say a a small Tunnel, crevice type thing, one watches.

For detecting the movement, I can live with that, but I would ask if it could be it detects Movement from somewhere in that direction, and gives a rough area, not an exact placement? IC Post coming soon but I gotta go now for a bit.))

((OOC Sorry it's Harlequins Stupid keyboard didn't register the n at the end. anyway good point on the distance thingy, hmm from shall we say a a small Tunnel, crevice type thing, one watches.

For detecting the movement, I can live with that, but I would ask if it could be it detects Movement from somewhere in that direction, and gives a rough area, not an exact placement? IC Post coming soon but I gotta go now for a bit.))

((<briefhijack> Check your TGs. </briefhijack>))

(OOC: I gather Derto and myself are bobbing about in the sea between Old Blyclaaf and Olath Valsaress?)
You two would actually be somewhere in between New Blyclaaf and Old Blyclaaf.

The driving rain swept over the windswept cliffs of the island, as the dark clouds glowering above vented their fury upon the earth below. The seabirds huddled in their nests, hidden among the rocky crags, waiting for the storm’s anger to abate, and for the warm benevolence of the sun to return.

Those few members of the race of men who eked a living from this hard and unforgiving place, trawling the shallow waters of the rockpools and streams for food, cowered in their huts, trembling with fear at what seemed to them to signify the wrath of the gods themselves. No living thing roamed the stony shores of the island, as the mists gathered and rushed in from the east.

Behind the mist loomed gigantic shadows, like icebergs emerging from the polar darkness, and as they appeared, moving with terrible slowness towards the beaches, the faint sound of music wafted through the air, stealing into the huts of the humans, and disturbing the sleep of fledglings in their nests.

Then came a grating noise, as if of gold scraping against gravel, and a thunderous boom, such as one might hear from the gates of a mighty fortress as they fly open, and then came the sound of countless booted feet marching in unison. There could have been a thousand, or a thousand thousand. There was no way of knowing, and the sound continued throughout the night, as the winds howled and the raindrops dashed themselves against the wattle and daub walls of the villagers, until, after a terrible scream, which rent the souls of the islanders like a knife through their hearts, the sounds marching faded away towards the centre of the island, and then vanished, as the army of Kalessin travelled into the Underdark.

Di'yerni, acting Angel of Death and the demon known as Fury, floated above the city, the metapsychic cloak she wove around herself blocked her from view by all in the city, yet she looked down on them.
She watched the Tári slay her enemies, and Sinrë command his army. She watched on as the drow priestess prepared herself for death in the service of Lloth, expecting that warriors would burst through the door at any second and slay her where she stood.
Di'yerni floated down from her high vantage, seeking the temple where the Foul Queen's servant dwelled. The only thoughts in her mind were those of vengeance and hatred. Annilon would pay in the blood of his servants ... for now.

Leyisa, High Priestess of Lloth, was bored out of her mind waiting for death. One would think, she reasoned, that it would take much less time for Sinrë to slaughter the rest of her loyal troops and march his way up to the temple.
She then, after what seemed like hours of waiting, heard the first scuffle on the floor outside her door, the first choking cut off scream, and then the thud as the body slumped to the floor.
The fact that there was so little noise was rather worrying to her. Why wasn't there more screaming, and more clashing of steel? Ah well, it would all be answered in good time.
It turned out that good time was within the next thirty seconds, when the sturdy adamantite door flew off its hinges and slammed into the wall opposite it. Leysia, who had been waiting for the shouts of victory by the Rebel troops, was taken off guard by the abrupt entrance, though had to admit that whoever it was did have style.
She lifted the five headed snake whip from its loop in her belt as soon as she saw the figure appear in the doorway, still obscured by the shadows of the other room. The snakes writhed out towards the target of their mistresses irritation, and then, surprisingly, sank back.
Leysia had no time to contemplate the latest mystery as a single woman walked confidently through her now mutilated door. She certainly didn't look like the Lady Lithien who everyone never shut up about. No, this is a drow, she thought as the woman stepped into the brighter light of the room. And she is not roughed up enough for one who had just been out fighting a war.
In fact, the only marks Leysia could see on this drow were around her wrists, where two rings of blood have formed where there had once been cuffs. These wounds should have healed over long ago, but they still lingered, as a reminder.
Then Leysia caught sight of the woman's eyes. They sucked her in, held her gaze, and tugged on the edge of her sanity. These were not the eyes of elf-kind, but of a creature that should never have incarnated on this plane of existence.

Di'yerni smiled, a smile so chilling that it made Lloth herself shiver as she watched from the Demonweb Pits. She brought her metapsychic powers to bear, thinking of her most potent programs which would allow her to cause the most amount of suffering in the least amount of time. She had little time to spare, after all.
Her psychokinesis lifted up the pathetic Llothite before her and rotated her in the air several times, all the while working on more sinister designs deep inside her body. Every rotation she did, another artery burst, and blood flowed from its predetermined course into her body, until she was drowning in her own blood.
Finally she let the body drop, and there it lay with blood pouring out of its mouth and an agonized expression on its face, yet there had been no scream, for her vocal chords were frozen in place.
Di'yerni brushed her eyes over the body once with satisfaction, then quickly swept from the room before Sorrow could overwhelm her and make her regret.
She had almost reached the door of the temple when the slightest of moans came to her ears, an odd thing to hear after Fury had finished its killing spree. She walked over to where the moan came from, her metapsychic powers picking up on an unconscious human man lying on the floor. Her first instinct was to blast the man's brainstem and put an end to the problem, but the more sadistic and rational part of Fury caught up to her before then.
He would make the perfect lesson.
Instead she burnt a small mark onto his skin, that of a shining sword in front of the full moon. She tweaked his mind slightly, just enough for him to escape the wrath of his foe.
Then, hearing the sounds of voices approaching the temple she d-jumped, teleporting herself far from the city to the place of her reflection.

(ooc: It does give exact placement, but it's easy to get around. Each member of your team needs a chip, which every citizen has. These will stop the things from giving an alarm. People will still know you're coming, they just won't think of you as a threat unless you act threatening)

((Ahh Excellent well then to get 40 Chips I guess. Hmm how do a group of warriors get 40 Chips during war time :wink: ))

More and more propaganda was placed around Blyclaaf. Cities, homes and schools were filled with it, trying to get more men to enlist. It had some effect, with thousands of men rushing out to sign up for the armed forces. The existing men in the military were placed on full alert, incase they had a chance to invade Arani, which every soldier wanted to do.

"Sir, we have completed our "digging up" of men that are good at handling sword or bow."
"Yes, good. How many did you get Steinman?"
"Well just a mere 5000 swordsmen and about 2000 bowmen."
""Mere", would call those numbers excellent. But how is it going on the material front?"
"Not so good, our scientists have somewhat succesful in finding a good material for making swords and armor. They call a fulleren reinforced ceramic. What that means, I have no idea."
"It sounds good."
"Yeah, I know, but I haven't seen any testing or making of swords."
"Let it proceed, and tell Sinrë we'll be able sending a helpcorp."
"Yes Sir."

A message was sent to Blyclaaf informing them of some supply ships that can be dispatched to them if they wished.

Derto: we can combine our forces if you wish, we have 940 SW Troops, ready with swords (but alas, no chips), and we have no crossbows. The other 1060 troops have modern conventional weapons and will remain onboard the transport for now. We can also assist with 30 landing craft.
We assume your 2 carriers have arrived in the area.

"So to enter without causing a fuss we need chips, great, where the hell do we get 940 chips from?" Pondered the Fleet Commander as she watched the MT supply vessels arrive near the command ship. "We could always offer logistical support to Blyclaaf and Derto without any of our troops setting foot on Arani soil." Replied her second in command, causing the commander to raise an eyebrow in mild interest.
"Ahem!" Interrupted the blushing officer, "We could shell their coastline before the Dertonian & Blyclaaf Troops make a landing." This statement caused the commander's eyebrow to drop and an uncomfortable silence came over them.


(OOC: is there an Arani naval fleet present anywhere?)

(ooc: Check this thread, very dramatic replies expected: http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=79647&highlight=
And yes, there are four ships floating around the Arani/Blyclaaf area, though good luck trying to engage them)

IC:

Nartin said quite loudly, though nearly emotionlessly, "Sure, hell, why not?"
Xeniler! Get your arse out here. It's Nartin! he send in the metapsychic equivilant of a shout.

The sound of countless marching feet echoed through mile after mile of corridor as the army of Kalessin made their way through the tortuous tunnels of the Underdark. Their destination? The palace of king Annilon himself.

Sinrë crept up closer to the door to the temple, checking it carefully for traps. When he was satisfied that it was just a normal door that wouldn't explode as soon as he touched it, he beckoned for Lithien to follow. She ran up to him in a half crouch, almost expecting arrows and quarrels to come flying from the many arrow slits that lined the wall. All signs of her insomnia had disappeared, her eyes held an almost frenzied light and she seemed more alive than she had for months.
They both crouched down beside the door and whispered in quiet tones.
"Take these," Sinrë said, passing her two small hand crossbows. "The darts are coated in poison. Strap one to your wrist, and hold the other."
Lithien did as she was told, strapping one to her left wrist and holding the other so she would be able to drop it if she needed to fight in melee. Sinrë unslung a small bow from his shoulder and fitted an arrow into it from the quiver on his belt.
He scuttled over to the other side of the door, drawing the bowstring back as he did so. Stepping back slightly he nodded over to Lithien, who pushed open the door and brought her crossbows into line. Sinrë stood up straight and aimed his bow towards the opening door, expecting to see guards come rushing at him.
Instead there was nothing.
He took a cautious step forward, scanning the entrance room of the temple. On the floor he caught the fading heat signature of a corpse, and saw others lying sprawled out nearby. Surprisingly there was very little blood.
Lithien nudged her cousin in the ribs and pointed to where there was a brighter heat pattern than anywhere else. Sinrë immediately trained his bow on the unconscious man and walked slowly towards him, while Lithien circled around the room making sure that no one was lurking about.
"Lithien," Sinrë hissed. "Put a bolt in him with your right crossbow, it's got sleeping poison, should keep him out of the way."
Sinrë moved to the side as she aimed the weapon and fired, hitting the man in the shoulder and injecting him with the infamous drow sleeping poison.
Lowering his bow, but still keeping an arrow knocked in it, Sinrë moved silently over to the stairway leading up to the next level of the complex. The two of them slipped up the stone stairs until they came to the landing. Here there were several more bodies, which they stepped over on their way to the scorched door frame which was sadly lacking its door.
They turned their eyes to normal viewing, as there was ample light inside to see what they had come to see. Sprawled out on the floor was a bloody mess, the body of the high priestess lying in a pool of blood, though there were no obvious injuries on her body.
"We should get going," said Sinrë. "We've gotta get someone in here to look at this and figure out what's happened."
"Agreed, let's go then," Lithien smiled at him impishly and raced out of the room, leaving her older cousin to catch up.

To Blyclaaf "We are sending all our remaining naval, airforce and marine reserves to our current battlegroup."

Minister of Defences General Steinman

The MT Naval Fleet headed towards Blyclaaf, on the hunt for the Arani fleet.
>>A request was wired to the Derto Carriers to be ready to deploy an air attack the moment Arani's Fleet position was confirmed.<<

Phase3: Deployed to Blyclaaf

10 C-130 Hercules
Mission: transport for air dropping troops, supplies and equipment into hostile areas.
Cargo: Equipment/Supplies

8 C-17 Globemaster III
Mission: rapid strategic delivery of troops to main operating base and directly to forward bases in the deployment area.
Cargo: 720 Troops, automatic rifles, swords, knives, crossbows, grenades.

In a ready room of DS Revenge (Hangar ship).

- Boys this is you're objectives for today.
1. Destroy all the radar facilities we have found.
2. Attack anything that seems to be important, transportatians, communications hubs. In other words: free fire.
- Uhm, Sir?
- Yes, luitenant speak up.
- Is there any truth in the rumor that we're gonna invade Arani?
- No. Anything else? No? Good. You are dissmissed.

In another ready room in mainland Derto.

- Boys, this is it, you all have been training and waiting for this moment. Time to invade Arani. And you're going to be first. You will be flown in with fast lowgoing plans, we are expacting casulties, but who want's to live for ever? The insertion will executed with some of our naval boys little trip. High Command thinks that the more bombers in the air, the better chance you boys have. Well inside you will avoid the Aranian military and avoid capture at any cost. You will map out the mainbases of Aranians and carry out sabotages. But we will not give you any further orders, we expect you to do all the things a true Black Wolve (Black Op.) do. And not like the sissys in White Wolves or in the army does. Make Henry LeMay proud of you boys.


First attack wave will be coordinated with Blyclaaf and will contain 25 F-14 and 6 modified C-130 Hercules (increased speed, and coated with radar absorbant paint) containing 3 squads of Black Wolves.

OOC: Erm...you people do know that Arani is underground, don't you? Bombers probably won't do erm...anything? :roll:

:? Right, I forgot that. Uhhmmmm, right.
Just label my post under "Dumbass posting" :?

OOC: Derto, you'll be going into Arani by yourself, Blyclaaf and I are going to regain Fardinia first before heading for Arani, perhaps you want to join us in Fardinia first, (see "Fall of Fardinia" thread).

IC:
The MT Naval Fleet was now less than a day away from Blyclaaf, they had not been able to locate the Aranian fleet yet. "Perhaps they are on the run", thought the commander. "Send Derto a message, inform them of our rendezvous with Blyclaaf and our intention to take back Fardinia from Annilon, he has taunted us, but we think he's bluffing. We need all the support we can get." She ordered as she read a transmission from MT's Airforce: they were now in Blyclaaf airspace, ready to deploy troops.

OOCly To MT you're so right, I haven't thought about that before.

General Steinman walked the long corridor to LeMay's office, he had a new plan.
Knock, knock.
"Come in."
"It's me Sir."
"Ahh, good, what do you want?"
"Sir, I think that we should have backup plan."
"Yes..."
"What if the joint attack on Fardinia fails, what then? I sya that we must use our location, before Arani does. We attack hard and with mass in the tunnels of Underdark. Infantry attacks subterran, while our Tanks takes the topside. If our infantry assault bogs down, and our tanks succeds. We will be able to turn the tables on Arani. We blow a goddamn big hole in ground allowing sunlight, troops and bombs to descend into Arani. If it fails, we should have won something."
"What should we have won, Steinman?"
"Simply, another route into Arani, disruption of Annilons forces, possibilities on joinging up with Sinrë and the mighthappen of making a siege on Annilons HQ and Arani's capitol."
"It sounds good, but very risky. If we do this, do we stand a chance of actually doing all this?"
"Frankly Sir, no. But we have seen as much action on the western front in WW1. We must to something NOW!"
"You have convinced me. Sketch up the necessery orders and plans. And we will do this thing by God."
"Yes Sir."

In underground missile silos:

The last missile containing its deadly payload of chemical weapons was moved into position. The orders of the officers were clear, if, for some reason, Annilon could himself not give the order to fire they were to launch them at enemy cities, but only if the defences of Arani and Arta-Fardinia were breached in a large way. Still, they were there as a backup plan. Any people working on the project were kept well away from the outside world in the hope of stopping information links, though the foe most certainly knew that Arani possessed such weapons.

(ooc: More later, mayhaps. I don't really have intentions of firing these missiles, but I will if it seems in character to do so. Do not despair yet :P )

A squadron of B-52 Stratofortresses prepared to take off from the airbase above the city of Gabehu. The engines roared as the massive machines lifted off into the air, becoming nothing but dots on the horizon. Each of the eight bombers carried a payload of approximately 70,000 lbs headed for Fardinia, hoping to cripple Aranian forces in parts of the country.


ooc: Ok, some questions. Is S8IN doing anything for you, Arani? And I had another one, but I lost it. :oops:

The commander in chief of the 2:nd elite tank regiment Colonel Hayes speaks to his men:
"This is it boys, the final attack. We will push the non-existant defenders of topside Arani back about 500 kilometers in the first push. Intel has reported that it will be a walk in the park."

Sarge Düsser to his platoon
"Okay, boys. Cap'n Wilker says that we should push along sector 7-G and establish a forward recon post. Intel says according to Cap'n Wilker that we might expect lesser resitance. but it wouldn't be to difficult. Starp up and check you're gear, we're moving out!"

Chief Kaizer to his men
"Men, those few of you that we're with me in Canadian Princes, knows that this will probably go fubar. Thats where we come in. We clear up the messes infantry does, sabotage the Drew position (OCCly like Charlie in 'Nam) and glid away into the darkness. Mess with Black Wolves, die like a rabbit. Make Big Dad proud."

OOC:

*Wonders if his troops will run into anything nasty during their journey to Annilon's capital, or if he should just do the arrival post.*

ooc: Make an arrival post.

Semi-ooc:

I assume you are attacking from the east coast...

Fardinia, at the moment, is an extremely inhospitable place to be. The coasts are now lined with mainly jagged cliffs, though there are places hat aren't. These are been watched and guarded. Getting up the cliffs is, of course, possible, with the right equipment.
Past that there is a stretch of wasteland, it is blackened and sooty. In some places poisonous fumes rise out of the ground (for effect, y'know ;) ). Then there are several high mountains. Behind them is the Arani Airhole, which you all should know something about. To one side of it is the Arani Airbase, in which there are many planes of the fighting and bombing variety. There are some more mountains beyond that, which are surrounded by deep (though not underdark reaching) crevasses. On one side of the last mountain there is a large and broken city. You may note that there is quite a bit of activity down there.

The rest I'll leave to your imagination for now...

IC:

"Sir, something coming in on radar," said a technician at the Airhole.
"Send fighters to intercept. Lots of fighters."

On the Airbase:

Thirty fighters took to the sky, followed by another wave of thirty, five minutes later. They circled like carrion birds, awaiting the appearance of their enemy.

OCCly It was just a preparation post.

Colonel Hayes stands up in the tanks cupola, just like every tank commander would do. To get a better wiev. He talks to himself.
"Gees, this is really arid country. Logistics gonna be hard out here, but Drew thinks the same."
He reaches down to his mick and
"We move forward now, over the topside border of Arani. Tell your moms to send some suncream, 'cos we're gonna need it. Forward!" He pick up a tape recorder and presses play, and Beethovens seventh starts to play.
He thinks, "This is f*cking wonderful."

One of the grunts says, "Hey Sarge, did you know that some of this damned tunnels would be so cramed, hell some of this tunnels wouldn't even fit Roy's mom!"
Roy, "My mom isn't fat, I'm gonna rub your face in the dirt"
Sarge Düsser, "Knock it of! be qiuet. I have a really bad feeling about this. I start to believe that Intel made a mistake."
But Sarge Düsser led his platoon deeper inte the tunnels of Arani.

Corpral Dengen to Chief Kaizer.
"Can you tell me why the hell we're sitting back here at HQ? Instead of leading the assualt.
"Simple, HQ thinks that our squad, the finest one, are better used as a evac team. HQ wouldn't want to loose us, so they're sending the rest of Black Wolves into the Darkness. Look from the bright side. Here you're likly not to be killed by Drew."
"OK, chief. I get the point."

Phase4: Deployed to Blyclaaf

1 ‘Death’ Class MT Aircraft Carrier carrying 5400 personnel, 60 MTF/A-18 ‘Lifetakers’.
5 Supply Ships
1 Refueling Tanker Ship
1 Command Ship

Jeyna slowly paced the Palace conference room floor, glancing out the tall windows as she walked past them. In the distance lay Megatron, in all it’s urban sprawled glory, dark clouds hugged the mountains to the north, the weather was turning ugly.

“What’s the situation with Operation AquaArani?” She asked her defence secretary, turning to face the men and woman sitting around the long table.
“My lady, our Naval Fleet has arrived in Blyclaaf waters and is docking in their port as I speak. Our 25 support and carrier aircraft have landed in Blyclaaf and undergoing reconfiguration at this moment.”
“What about the Arani fleet?” She queried.
“We did not locate them my lady.” The defence secretary looked somewhat relieved.
“I understand phase four has now been deployed?”
“That is correct my lady, air support has now become relevant. We feel that the majority of our troops should be kept out of the theatre until the final stages. Our naval fleet will pound any Arani held landing areas along the Fardinia coastline, hopefully with air support from Derto and Blyclaaf. Our satellite imagery shows a few gaps amongst the cliffs. If successful our landing craft will attempt to set down and deploy Blyclaaf troops and our strike troops with support from our navy and airforce and hopefully Blyclaaf’s airforce.”
“Will Arani resort to any nasty weapons?” She looked at her Intelligence Chief, and then back out the window.
“Annilon can be twitchy and unpredictable, he has intercontinental missiles I believe. I suggest we activate NAFDA to have a look, as well as give us a shield, should they become reckless.” He replied, glancing at the defence secretary.
“Make it so.” Jeyna ordered.

"Message to Blyclaaf, Derto and Mega Tau."

Imperfect Darth wishes to offer support in the up coming battles on Fardinian soil against Arani by running supply routes between Blyclaaf and Fardinia. We also offer our C-130 Hercules for Airbourne missions. Thank you.

D-Day was getting closer. Sergeant Harris of the 1st/15th Battalion fidgeted with his watch, then stared at the second hand, thinking of his family, the family which was taken from his during the Aranian attack on Eaglin. Who knows what was happening there. Cut off from the rest of the country by the new underwater ocean Annilon had created for them. The thought disgusted him, that one man can ruin the lives of so many. His SLR lay on his lap, cleaned and with the pin filed down, making it fully-automatic. He spat on the ground, and watched the Mega Tau soldiers get ready.
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One lone B-52 limped back to the airbase. Smoke poured from the engines as it floated down. It's landing gear gave way as it touched the tarmac, throwing it forward onto it's nose. The massive machine broke in three places while it continued to move forward on it's nose. The cockpit, luckily, was left almost intact. Ambulances and fire truck raced out onto the airstrip. The Navigator and the Co-pilot were killed, the bomber was missing and the Pilot was in pretty bad shape. Flight Command immediatly came to the conclusion that Arani picked them up on radar, and with both fighters and AA defenses, demolished the squadrons.
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The small garrison formed on New Blyclaaf was not that great. They too were able to see the caos on Fardinia, and were as shocked as the soldiers under Arred's command. Small AA batteries were set up along the coast, and the mines that were discovered were left where they were, incase of an Aranian invasion.

"Airhole, this is Amon 1, we have near complete enemy casualties, with one getting away. Amon 5 has some bullet wounds, but that's all."
"Roger, come back home, leave Dael to fly patrol."
"Gotcha, we're comein' back now."

At the Airbase:

Two bombers took to the sky and flew towards the wasteland between the mountains and the sea. Hundreds of mines they let fall over this area, near invisible because of their camouflage and triggered by the travel of a heavy object. All through the gaps in the cliffs similar weapons were been set up. The enemy would pay a heavy price for entering Arani.

Beneath the Ocean:

Near one thousand vodyanoi propelled themselves through the water, trailing behind each one were several explosive devices. They were weighted so that they would float just below the surface of the water, not entirely out of site, but concentrated enough to make considerable danger zones around the east coast.


(Something more interesting coming soon. Oh, and it's drow. )

Noooooo, not drow.

The military of Imperfect_Darth starts to prepare for D-day.
Captain Walker address his troops.

"Men, we are here to fight, not to die. you will be suporting Blyclaaf troops after the main waves of atacks, you will clean up what ever is left of em, keep your heads low and watch out for drow, now let us go kick some ass!"

Imperfect_Darth's small but strong military move there troops into LCACs and moves them out to New Blyclaaf.

I'm gone for the weekend. Back late on Sunday CET.

The endless tunnels of the Underdark throbbed ceaselessly with a dull booming sound, like the beat of some great drum. For days, the sound had been getting steadily louder, and now it boomed insistently in the ears of the Drow guards at the gates of Annilon’s capital, too powerful to ignore. Over the last few hours, many small tribes of kobolds, orcs and other such creatures had been heading in a steady stream towards the city, as if fleeing from some terrible menace, and now even the walls which supported the great gate were beginning to resonate with that dreadful beat.

Deep inside Annilon’s palace, Prince Irlbilse al Kboisth of the Empire of Kalessin heard the sound, and turned to his host.

“The reinforcements which I had sent for from the Empire are fast approaching this place. I would advise that you warn your guards of their imminent arrival, lest they think them enemies. Such an occurrence could prove… unfortunate.”

"Message to Blyclaaf, Derto and Mega Tau."

Imperfect Darth wishes to offer support in the up coming battles on Fardinian soil against Arani by running supply routes between Blyclaaf and Fardinia. We also offer our C-130 Hercules for Airbourne missions. Thank you.
We thank Imperfect_Darth for their offer to run supply routes. Our naval supply vessels will rendezvous with you shortly. Our airforce, once deployed from our carrier, can offer your C-130's air support.

Elsewhere: in Blyclaaf waters, the Death Class Carrier arrived. A weak cloaking device was draped over the massive vessel, (ooc:can only be activated while it's not moving and passive).
In a Blyclaaf port the MT naval fleet was replenished and preparing to depart for a landing position across the channel...

"Mega Tau"

Thank you for the comfermation, we are ready and waiting for further orders, we allso will be suporting blyclaaf after D-Day,

OOC: see you at the playground fellas!

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The Imperfect Darth LCACs were sighted through the binoculars of Leiutenant Reagn, who stood on the beach facing the hovercrafts.
"Hey, I think we might have visitors!" He called to the handful of men standing behind him, who were smoking and talking amongst themselves. A private walked up next to him and squinted, looking about the same area as Reagn's binoculars. "Arani?" he asked.
"Can't tell from here, but better man the defences and get all the women and children and old farts in there homes. Tell the officers what's going on." he replied, not moving his eyes from where they were.


(ooc: Imperfect Darth, you are the only person (apart from Arani) to ever call a battlefield a playground.)

Imperfect_Darths LCACS approach the beach, the command LCACS hasn't been able to make contact with Blyclaaf mission control.

"Sir, we better turn to the right before we land" said Capitan Johnson to military command in Imperfect_Darth " so that we don’t get mistaken for Arani LCACs,"

"Roger that" replied comand “lets show em' our special parts!"

The leading LCAC turns to the right, showing the Marking of Imperfect_Darth's military.

"Let’s hope that the men on the beach see us coming or I'll get really pissed!" said Captain Johnson to a scout troop.

A radio message to all ships in the derto fleet...
"This is Fleet Admiral Flish, as you all know we will take offensiv actions against Arani. We have intel suggesting the beachheads are heavily fortified with bunkers and mines. The High Command and I have come to the conclusion that we need is a classic heavy naval barrage. The gun commanders will inform the crews of each cannon. Good luck."

Soon after this all the cannons ranging from 5 to 10 inches opened fire upon the beach heads, softing up the defences. And all the heavier guns opened fire on targets deeper into the Faridinian area, trying to disrupt Enemy logistics.

The MT armada headed for the coast of Fardinia, to assist the Dertonian fleet. It was a location that looked good for landing troops, a beach lying between the massive cliffs that hugged the coastline of Fardinia.

>>A message was sent to Blyclaaf, Derto and Imperfect_Darth, informing them that the fleet was en route.<<

The Dock Landing Craft, Mechanised and Utility LC and Amphibious Armoured Personnel Carriers would deploy the troops and equipment once the beach had been secured. They were made available for Blyclaaf as requested.
The aircraft carrier was now positioned near the Blyclaaf port. The MTF/A-18’s took off, one after the other, until 40 were in the air, headed for the Mega Tau and Derto flotilla to offer air cover and support.

Lt. Reagn's eyes widened, he raised his hand above his head and shouted, "Don't you shoot, god dammit!"
The men looked at him, and he peered throught he binoclulars, and said "They are friendly. Sergeant, make room for these men, and inform everyone else that the Imperfect Darth army is here."

The Aranian logistics in Fardinia weren't greatly affected by the bombarment, due to the amount of mountains in the way and that most of the data the Dertonian fleet had would have been old, before the fall. Nevertheless, a few cities took minor damage, though nothing worth noting.

On the beach the Aranian soldiers on the surface quickly slipped into the underground tunnels to avoid the fire. Not a shot was returned.

The MT supply vessels joined Imperfect_Darth, the MT naval fleet reached Derto's position and started exchanging intel with them and discussed the plan of attack on the beach head. They waited for Blyclaaf to contact them as to their intended position and action.
25 MTF/A-18 returned to the carrier after finding the sky quiet, while 10 flew recon around the beach head area, their main interest was the tunnels the Aranian troops had scurried into. The remaining five kept tabs on the MT and I_D supply routes across the channel.

Colonel Hayes look is parched, he dusty, thirsty, tired and bored. He smears on some more sunlotion, damn sun, must it be so strong? I thougt the Aranians would have thrown up at least a token defence, here on the surface. We have already pushed beyond our goals, now what?

Roy, "Shit, what was that? I heard something"
Sarge, "What? Naa, you're hearing things."
"I'm telling you I heard something. There, I heard it again!"
"Hmm, maybe you where telling truth. Be on your guard men."
Before Sarge Düsser finish is sentence something jumped out of the shadows with flailing tentacles(sp?) and grabs Roy with its tentacles.
"HAAAAAAAAAA" and the squad hears a sickening crunch sound, and the whole squad opens fire with shotguns, M4s an the machinegun upon the beast. The bullets smacks into it body, it convulses and dies, still with the remnets of Roy's head in its mouth.
"MY GOD WHAT WAS THAT?!!?"
Sarge, "I think that was a so-called mindflayer. Poor Roy. Take this as a warning, be alert for any sound. These damned tunnels got more then hostile Drews, it got also the good ol' monsters."

Corpral Dengen, "Hey Kaizer! You told me that we're supposed to be an evac team, we more like an idle team."
"Yea, I know. That's because we havn't needed an evac team yet. Oh, have you seen the weapons we're supposed to have"
"No."
"We're getting a big friggin machingun, a FN Para. Why do WE need one of those? Hell, we sooner need a couple of LAWs.
A couple of alarms began wailing.
"Now what?"

OOCly Come on Arani, I'm deep in you're country. Do something.

OOC: You are? It doesn't sound like you're deep underground, fending off occasional attacks by wandering monsters (such as mindflayers, basilisks, umberhulks....)

OOCly Come on Arani, I'm deep in you're country. Do something.

OOC: You are? It doesn't sound like you're deep underground, fending off occasional attacks by wandering monsters (such as mindflayers, basilisks, umberhulks....)

You're right. I'm editing my post.

ooc: My enthusiasm for this entire scenario just died a very abrupt death, which is why I haven't been posting. However I'll try and respond to attacks in a coherent manner, though the overall goal of this roleplay will probably never happen.

IC:

"Prince Irlbilse, our outermost scanners detect movement in the area of humanoid creatures. You don't suppose your troops could say, march down that way and kill them off. Not all need go, it is not so large a force that it needs so much strength."

In LeMays office...
"Can you send in Steinman now."
"Ok."
The Minister of Defence Steinman enters the room.
"You wanted to see me Sir?"
"Yes, I want to talk with you about two things.
1. WHY THE HELL ARE WE FIRING AFTER INTEL DATING BACK TO SINRËS REGIM?"
"Uhh, because we had it. The Aranians couldn't moved around to much."
"WHAT IF. WE GOT A FRIGGIN SPY STATION IN ORBIT. USE IT!"
"Very well Sir."
"Number two. I have read troubleling reports about monsters, not Drows killing of our troops. Wouldn't be prudent to reinforce all our infantry forces currently making their way through the tunnels with little high-tech gear called MOTION SENSORS?"
"But Sir, the movement of the other soldiers will confuse the sensor, it wouldn't do any good."
"Well I don't bloody care. Do it."
"Very well Sir. Is there anything else?"
"No."

OOCly So, if I'm hearing you correct Arani, what you meen is that Sinrë will never succed? And that Annilon will contuine his rule of Arani?
Rigth?

ooc: No, though that may or may not happen. But if Sinrë does win, it'll be in a lot less detail than I planned. I had ten million different subplots planned.

OOCly Ok

ICly
Colonel Hayes looked down on his map and lokked up again. "This is point Victor, finally."
As he says it, a captain with a cigarett butt in his mouth walkes up to him.
"Are we there yet?"
"Yes, and who are you?"
"I'm Captain Chester Martin, chief of the Engineer corp that will do the dig."
"Ohh, you're that guy."
"Yea. I need some help from your guys. I need them to assist E-team A to F to set up our defence perimiter around hereand placing sensors in, under and outside of the perimiter, 'cos we're gonna stay here quite some time."
"Captian Martin, how is our chances in accomplishing this task? Digging a friggin big hole above Arani Captitol?"
"Well, this is pretty hard rock we got here, and it's likly been reinforced with adamintin(sp?). So, with "in the box" methods like ordinary equitment we got a wooden toothpick to open a coconut. Using "out of the box" methods, like smaller Tactical nukes, we got a small hammer with the same coconut. Using "way friggin out of the box" methods, like huge H-Bombs we get a bigger hammer. And finally using "You're in another universe then the box" methods using highly experiment thingies we get a power drill. But our orders are to use "in the box methods" for now."
"I don't like those odds."
"Yea but there the only ones we got."

Lord Altora's speech to the populous about S8IN's entrance to the war on Arani's side lifted the spirits of everyone. Soldiers and young men who ran off to enlist thought that they were lucky to have their "baptism of fire" with such a powerful country. Mothers, wifes, sisters and daughters felt happy that the men were fighting along side a super power that is invincible.


General Freidricks began ordering Marines to board ships and attack the Blyclaafian garrison of New Blyclaaf, in the hope of destroying both the Blyclaafian and Imperfect Darth armies stationed there.


MESSAGE TO ARANI:
"Could you please aid us with our assault on New Blyclaaf. We are inexperienced in combat and we wish to learn from the best."

"S8in, all messages have been recieved. We are preparing for an offensive upon New Blyclaaf. Move into the jungle as soon as you arrive until we can meet with your leaders there. Worry not about enemy civilian casulties, worry about yourselves. New Blyclaaf will be a smoking wrecksoon, let as make it that way."

As S8ins troops grow ever closer to facing the Troops of New Blyclaaf Captain Tresent of the destroyer Harburg grows weary of enemy troops "Prepare the Troops for landing “Captain Tresent bellowed at Sargent smith "Eye Eye sir right away but don’t you think that landing here is risking the lives of innocent men?” Cried Sargent Smith. "I have Direct orders from Lord Altora New Blyclaaf must not succeed in his conquest!" He Explained, "with his allies as strong as ever and his growing army we must prepare the troops for the worst"

General Gona, who had just been appointed Supreme Blyclaafian Commander, New Blyclaaf, looked at the radar screen. The Private that sat infront of the screen looked at him, with his finger pointing at a few dots on the screen. "You see here, sir. These are unidentified ships. We don't know where the hell they came from, or who the hell they are. They're just there."
Gona looked around the room, at the GPS systems attached to the wall in the underground base in Old Blyclaaf. His face took a frustrated look, and he said, "Keep an eye on them, if anything happens, tell me. I'll put New Blyclaaf on full alert."
"Aye, sir!"
Gona turned around, and left the room. He walked down the hall, and enter another room to his right. As he entered, the men in the room stood at attention. "At ease." He said as he turned to Colonel Spant. "Any news on what S8IN's doing?"
Spant looked up at him, his eyes bloodshot from getting no sleep the last few nights. Maps of Fardinia were sprawled out on his table, with red 'X's and black lines drawn over them. His voice was weak as he softly replied, "So, you've heard of those ships as well, sir. Well, we have no official declaration of war, so I don't really think that they are hostile. Although you should put our men on alert. And the Imperfect Darth army too."
Gona looked back at him, his eyes showing a confussed look. "Are they there already?"
"Yes sir, got there early yesterday."
Gona acknowledge it with a grunt, and left the room, returning to the first one.
"Anything new with those ships?" He called out the the Radar man, who just happens to be called Radar. (Sorry, watching M.A.S.H with the other eye :D )
"No, sir. They're just sitting there, like before."
Gona didn't acknowledge this, and turned to the radioman and told him to put every soldier on New Blyclaaf, especially Imperfect Darth service men on full alert for a possible invasion.
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Leutenant Reagn's hat dripped water down on his uniform. It had begun to drizzle while the Imperfect Darth soldiers unloaded their gear, and he met up with the highest ranking Imperfect Darth officer. His face was now showing the signs of fatigue, after spending most of the night setting up defences that the Imperfect Darth men brought in as a temporary thing, until they are shipped to Fardinia.

"Sir, we have reports from Blyclaaf with possible bad news."
"What? What are you talking about?"
"General Steinman, please listen to me. There are possible hostiles moving towards New Blyclaaf."
"Yea, so? They can take care of them selfs."
"Sir, please. We have indications that Arani are moving towards New Blyclaaf aswell."
"Oh, why the hell didn't you tell me that!?"
"I was coming to that Sir. What should we do?"
"Well...send them a couple of infantry regiments from 3:rd Infantry Division. We could always send more."
"As you say Sir."

OOC:

ooc: My enthusiasm for this entire scenario just died a very abrupt death..

Why? I was really enjoying watching all the subplots come together!

IC:

Irlibilse nodded curtly;

"I shall instruct the my son to send a small detachment. I trust that ten thousand warriors will prove sufficient?"

Then he lowered his head and concentrated for a few seconds, as he reached out with his mind.

Minutes later, exactly half of the Kalessin vanguard was moving toward the area that Annilon had indicated, as the rest of the army continued its inexorable march toward the capital.

"Sir" Sargent Smith Cried bursting through the door "We have just been informed that we have been spotted by enemy troops what are we to do?"
"I knew this day would come Call for back-up tell HQ to them Its urgent!"

ooc: Distractions are, well, distracting.

IC:

Nazgar and Annilon sat around the war room table, which had splayed across it a map of New Blyclaaf.
"I say we take slaves, it'd be simple just to march in and capture them all," said Annilon, continuing an argument which had been going on for several hours.
"Yes, slaves are all very well and good, but corpses will serve us just as well. Besides, the faster we destroy New Blyclaaf, the easier it will be to get slaves. Destroy resistance in a few simple moves then capture the remnants. Less losses on our side. Urban warfare is a pain in the arse anyway."
"Alright, so we napalm cities and military installations, then move in with troops, take slaves, and run like shit?"
"Exactly that. Then come back later and raise the bodies for psychological damage."
"Inform our allies. Tell S8in to strike once the first city falls."

ooc: Bly, how populated is New Blyclaaf? Last I heard was 40 000, how are they divided up?

ooc: Last I remember was about 40, 000. 15,000 are civilians and the rest are military from all over the place.

IC:
Gona stood next to the radio, feeding a message to the radio man.
"To the leaders of the Dertonian and Imperfect Darth militaries stationed on Blyclaaf.
I am writing to ask permission to make my self Supreme Allied Commander, New Blyclaaf. It would be a good idea for all of our men to have one supreme commander instead of 3. Please reply to this message with your answer."
After the message was sent, he turned back to Radar.
"Anything new?" he asked.
"Nothing, sir. But we have news that those ships have Marines from where ever, ready to strike at any position. Lets just hope their freindly."
Gona replied with a grunt. He left the room and entered the mapping room. Spant layed sprawled out on the desk, asleep. Gona shook him awake. "Huh, what the fu...? Oh, it's you sir!" He searched through his pile of maps and found one of New Blyclaaf. "What you requested, sir." He set it up on a wall with alligator clips. "Here's how I see it sir. Arani will attack from the South-West, deploying troops from Fardinia. However, those mines that were there before we got there. Yes, those ones that were discovered last month. They should be able to halt any attack for a while, but we'll need more defences up and running."
Gona looked over the map. His eyes moved over the map. He sat there for another quarter of an hour. He ran from that room back to rthe radar room. He yelled at the radioman, "Get a tank regiment out there, NOW!!"

Lt. Reagn called General Darth to a meeting,

"Were do you want us?" said General Darth "I have heard about the ships from s8tin and I am prepared"

General Darth continued to talk to Lt. Reagn and the head of Blyclaaf army and decided after long and tough meetings that Blyclaaf will take over command of Impefect_Darth’s Army, with some restrictions.....of course, what can you expect form a Dictator?

Our forces in New Blyclaaf are under your control now. With one exepction...Santa's Little Helpers.

OOCly Santa's Little Helpers is the codeword for the best BO team Derto got.

"Boys, I got some good new and some good news."
"What Chief?"
"We're going to finally see some action. We're going to jungles of New Blyclaaf and do our buisness(sp?) to S8IN and Arani forces."
A cheer rises from the team."
"And the other good news is that we will get almost anything from the armory. Yes, that's right almost anything. I'm recommending the good ol' MP5 with add-ons, a mini-uzi, Desert Eagle, flashbang, frag grenades and the obvious...kevlar armor. Oh, and I'm taking with us a machingun and some LAW, never know what S8IN and Arani throws up against us."
"What exactly are we supposed to do?"
"Dengen, Dengen...we are sent there to harass, sabotage, disrupt and so on to the enemy forces. Is that clear?"
"Yes Chief, I understand."

Twenty bombers took to the sky, small, sleek, built for getting in and out as quickly as possible. Another twenty fighters flanked them. With all speed they flew towards New Blyclaaf.

OOC: Yes, I am lazy :P

"Sir you have a person that wants to see you."
"Well send him in."
A middleaged man, apparently a general, steps into LeMay office.
He gives LeMay a sharp salut.
"Sir, I have a cunning plan regarding S8IN."
"You say you have it, but why would I believe you general Freemantle."
"Intel has shown that S8IN have only poorly defence and a small army. they do not pose a great threat to us NOW, but they can become a threat."
"And you're getting where?"
"I want to invade S8IN with massive amounts of airborn troops and airsuporiority."
"Well do you have any numbers?"
"S8IN seem to only one port and 3 smaller airstrips. If we control them, we might control S8IN an..."
"BUT what about the numbers?"
"Oh, I need 3 airborne division, a majority of our landbased airforce to begin with."
"My God, that many? What about casulties?"
"I'm counting high with 20% loss inbound and after the initial battle for the airstrips another 50%, so after the beginning we will have minimum 40% of our initial streangt(sp?)."
"It sounds like a decent plan. Write down the orders and plans and I will take a look at them and decide."
"Yes Sir."

OOCly I'm gone from a computer until late on Sunday

General Gona walked back into the radar room and sat on a chair next to Radar.
"Anything new there, Radar?" He asked in his usual boreing tone.
"Ahh, yes sir, we have about forty Aranian aircraft headed for New Blyclaaf."
"Holy Shit, get as many fighters as we can out there, NOW!!!"

The only three available squadrons of F-14 fighters took of, ready to attack the enemy aircraft.

OOC: I really hate school. Only have a few mins, So i am NOT lazy

As war grows strong the new Allience between The Federation Of Nocra and S8in has surpressed the fellings of uncertainty

"Sir, WE ARE A TARGET" Sargent Smith Yelled bursting into Lord Altora's Study "What are we going to do the people are starting to panic."
"Have no fear" Lord Altora Spoke calmly "I have recived a telegram from the leader of Nocra, they are sending 100,000 guerilla warfare troops and 20 B52's and 20 F15's and they are supplying 2 sam sites as gifts to seal the deal" we have balked up defences and have dismantled one of the airstrips and have applied to purchase 3 additional SAM sites and extra fighters we are awaiting delivery

Somewhere in Derto...
"Well, well. Welcome to this final briefing before the invasion of S8IN. I will begin by drawing up a simplyfied picture of the attacks. First will a series of airstrikes bombard the now three initial targets since resent Intel tells us that S8IN dismantled one airstrip. After the airstrikes paratroopers will drop in and secure the areas in and around the airstrips and the harbor. After that has been completed, transport of heavier warmaterial such as artillery and armoured vehicles will begin. With the aid of that, the expantion of invasion areas will begin. And now...."

20 hours after the briefing the invasion of S8IN starts

Sgt. Featherstone currently attached to the 1:st Airborne Division is feeling glad in the Hercules transporting him to Drop Zone Alpha.
"Boys...y'all 'bout to see the elefant. The elefant is grand to watch, but will stamp ya if ya get close. But...then again who wants to live fo'ever?!"
One of the technicians, "Hey, we're soon over Alpha. Get ready."

My losses in S8IN so far are estimated to 7 B-52, 23 F-16, 1'000 men

As Derto's troops attack top of the mountain Lord Altora sits in his study talking to Sargent Smith "Enemy troops are every where your lordship" Sargent Smith told Lord altora "Have no fear 750,000 guerilla warfare troops have arrived and we have 10 B52's and 10 F15's Protecting the area and we are preparing to Attack Derto's Troops" Said Lord Altora.
"Sir we esimate our loses to be at about 734 troops sir but we are unsure and we have also started dismantling the 2 uranium silo's and we are flying the Uranium to We The Short for storage until we win the war"Explained Sargent Smith,. "Until We Win The war" Barked Lord Altora "I never Said we would win the war but I am praying we will. If the press hear you say that and we loose the war than we will look like Idiots leave at once and tell the Paratroopers to attack New Blyclaaf and send in the troops We are declaring war Oh and Sargent... tell the men on the Harburg Destroyer to take the beach and set up the mortas we are going to attack with all we've got :twisted: "

I have lost about 38 % of my initial forces, the first couple of numbers was really low. But I'm sending in now a whole lot of reinforcements.

"Hot damn. We got ourselfs a nice little airstrip."
"Yeah, I know Sarge."
"But son...Just that we got one doesn't mean we've won the war boy. An...
The rest falls away due to the loud enginges of a Hercules going in for a landing. It carries two A1M1.
"Well watcha see, a little reinforcement. We need those, along with more men. I never believed it would be such a bloody battle."

Near the harbor area.
"Where the hell are our fightercover?!!"
"Sir, the are on the way."
"Thank God for that. That fucking ship pounds the shit out of us and we can't fucking touch it."
"Sir I can see them now!"
The commander stands up and waves to the aircrafts.
"Yihaa, take out that fucking ship!!"
The planes streaks overhead and launches their anti-naval missiles. But two out the five planes never makes it, they get shot down by the ship. About six missiles hits the ship and it looks like it badly damaged.

In the skies over the general area.
"This is mission control to Hexa Lambda Two and wings, we got two possible boogies 100 clicks south of you. Check it out."
"We hear you. Moving out."
"This is HL2 to mission control. They are boogies and we're engaging them."
A dogfight ensues. S8IN's two F15 against Derto's four JAS Gripen. After the hard dogfight is over the two F15 is down but so is three JAS Gripen, only Hexa Lambda Two is in the air.
"This is HL2, I've lost all my buddies. Requesting permission to return home."
"You are granted to return home. Over."
"Thank you.

"Engage them, keep 'em busy. Two go witht he bombers. Strike hard and fast. Reinforcements will arrive, make no serious attempts to destroy the enemy."
"Gotcha."

The bombers dropped low and spread out, with only two fighters staying with them. Likewise, the fighters spread out, but continued heading straight for the approaching Blyclaafian fighters.

Mr Gafety sat in the room, a camera pointed at his skinny, featureless face.
"Due to our ally's assault on Arani's ally, I beleive it is our duty to join our ally in the crusade against our enemies. On this day, the Commonwealth of Blyclaaf officially declares war on the Dictatorship of S8IN. That is all."
The tiny red dot faded from the camera.
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15 MINUTES LATER:
The soldiers on New Blyclaaf heard the news over the radio from Gona. The 13th BC Artillery Battalion, temporarily stationed at New Blyclaaf began lobbing shells at S8IN ships.

The rain kept pouring down. The jungle was turned to a complete mess, as the mud got wetter. Corporal Jenkins and his squad had made a machine gun nest in a tree, facing the western side of the island. Their helmets provided almost no aid to stopping the water, and the men wearing slouch hats had to take them off and share them with a freind, using them as umbrellas.
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20 MINUTES LATER:
20 Harrier Jump Jets took off from one of the aircraft carriers at port in Old Blyclaaf. Their mission was to destroy the S8IN ships and if possible, aid in the destruction of the Aranian Bombers.

OOC: Derto, do you need any help?

"So, thay declare Holy War on us and our allies, a crusade. Well, show them the glory of Lloth. The Elite Metapsychic Corps need some action."

The huge clunky cerebyenergetic enhancers were all manned with the most powerful metapsychics Annilon's reign had to offer. With a simple thought, five of them took to the sky and floated swiftly towards S8in, a metapsychic field holding them up and generating enough power to power a city between them.

ooc: No it is not a Holy War I declare, and It would have nothing to do with you either. I just declared war on S8IN, and I have been at war with you for yonks. Our struggle is a crusade, and you only want it to be a holy war so you can do some really weird shit like summoning demons and crap like that. And can a country with no religion declare Holy War on another with a religion?

OOCly Not now. But if you want to send forces, I'm not gonna stop you.

Hmm....ponders a little....demons vs. tanks....hmmmm....I feel sorry about the tanks

It has come to my knowledge via S8IN that I behaved as a godmodder.
It wasn't my intention. I was mearly anxious to get the show on the road.
In the light of this, just please ignore post my second recent post until S8IN can post a counterpost.

I'm very sorry S8IN, I didn't mean to be rude.

Derto

I accept your apology and a counter attack is on the way




OCC:I can't get to the computers as often as I would like to so I'm sorry if my replies are sometimes delayed

The F-14s flew straight at the enemy fighters. Loaded with Air-to-Air missiles they prepared to engage they enemy. Two squadrons would keep the fighters busy and the other squadron would go after the bombers.
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The Harriers sped towards the S8IN ships. They had brand new torpedoes and other conventional weapons. They flew in and dived to get ready to drop their bombs.

As Blyclaaf's Harriers drew closer, Captain Tresent, of the Harburg Destroyer, called for all battleships to prepare all Anti-Aircraft defences. He also called for a shelling of New Blyclaaf, to aid in Arani's bombing runs.

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Meanwhile Back in the study of Lord Altora:
"We have received word from Captain Tresent that we are to send another fleet of battleships, cruisers and destroyers, to aid in the attacks on the fleets in Blyclaafian Waters.

The fighters raced towards each other, pilots of each having delusions of blasting the opposing infidel out of the sky. Five aircrafts on each side flew out wide in an attempt to flank their enemies, while those left in the middle gave them everything they could, blazing away madly with machine guns and rockets in between bursts.
Meanwhile the bombers went low with all speed, watching the enemy approach them at what can assumed to be a dive.
"Out side, two of you, now," came a voice over the radio. Two bombers spun out to the side and pulled up as hard as possible. The two fighters with them launched a wall of covering fire.
"Napalm the bastards."
"A bombing raid on fighters! Madness!"
"Do it, the napalm should hit 'em easy. Spread weaponry and all. Git on with it!"

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Nazgar, we're coming up to S8in now
Excellent. Let us make for them a show
The battlefield below flashed blue, like that of the hottest of flames. In fact, it was the arrival of the metapsychics, though it wasn't generated by them. They were psychokinetics, flashy lights just weren't their thing.
Hit the bastards!
Five beams of invisible energy ripped from the floating machines, designed to flatten that which they hit on the ground, which probably wouldn't be too much, but it'd add a nice little crater in the middle of the Dertonian forces.

Near the crater

"OMFG what was?!" says Sgt. Featherstone.
"I have no bloody idea Sir."
"What ever it was it left a friggin crater in the ground."
"I can see that. Those damned Drews and their bloody magic stuff, they can do all sorts of things."
"Yeah, but nothing ever beats good ol' human courage."

A AWAC the airspace over S8IN

(I'm assuming that the metapsychics can be spotted by radar or other methods.)

"WTF is that?"
"What is it Shrimp?"
"I got five really wierd boogies somewhere over our forces."
"What with them?"
"I don't know, I can see them. But there alot of strange values from them."
"Well send a report back to HQ. Maybe they can make heads and tails out of it."

The pilots saw the napalm bombs drop from the bombers. One young pilot saw the opertunity to shoot down that bomber, and he fired two Air-to-Air missiles. He then dived, and began shooting at the bombs. He missed, but the bomb hit one of his mates. The flames engulfed the F-14 as it began to fall to the ground, smouldering.
"Holy Shit, what the hell was that?" He called out to the squadron commander.
"That was a napalm bomb and one of our F-14s!!"
"God Dammit!!! Don't let them do that again, OK!!"
"Shit, the 'Your Fuc*ed' light's on!!! I'm gonna get hit!!! SHIT!!!!"

The plane exploded as the missile hit it's back end.

Message to Arani: What are you making craters on the S8in's Front and can I do Anything to Help? I also Have word that we need more protection on my army and millitary buildings do you have any ideas on these matters?

A radio message to all ship captains in the derto fleet...
"This is Fleet Admiral Flish, as you all know our latest shelling was inefficent. But we have new Intel from our spy station, Heimdall. We will now fire directly on beach with everything we got. Hopefully we'll hurt the defences badly. The shelling will start at 0600."

Soon after this all cannons, batteries opened fire upon the beach heads, softing up the defences.

Several transport planes took off, headed for S8IN. Their cargo was the 19th Airbourne Division, newly formed, and needed some time in the feild to prepare them for the Invasion of Fardinia.

On the S8in Mountain Captain Pearce and his troops were preparing for an airborne attack. "OK troops this is it do or die, the end if we don't kill them do what ever you can to make sure that they cant walk." As he talked he headed towards the SAM sites "Ok men you have trained for this day more than you have any other day you 3 SAM sites take the fighters and bombers and you 4 take the men coming out of the planes don't let them take the mountain!!!!!" looking scared he commanded his troops with courage.

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Meanwhile in the army barracks Captain Pearce’s orders were clear, the engineers were to build empty sheds in 6 different locations to trick the enemy radars, Fires were also being lit all over the barracks to confuse enemy heat radars. Tanks and troops were placed between the fires so that the enemy didn't know exact numbers everything was in place all they could do is wait!

I'd loved to post a giant post now, but I don't the time right now.
But I'm gonna post tomorrow on the evening (hopefully).

"Alright, men. Listen up to your objectives. You are to successfully jump out of this plane, which the Drop Zone is behind Dertonian lines. Once on the ground, you are to meet up with your unit, and proceed to the spot mark 'X' on each of your maps. You will rest there until called on for duty. See you fellas on the ground."
That speach was played though out every transport plane, via the radio.


"Hey, Lieutenant, if we are jumping from a plane, and falling towards the earth, how do we fight the enemy?" A young, halfwitted private asked his platoon commander.
"Well, for starters, we aren't supposed to fight anyone untill we hit the ground, and second, we are dropping in on Dertonian controlled territory."
"What!?!?! We're fighting Derto now?!?!?!?" He snapped back, looking shocked.
The Lt. slapped his forehead with his hand. "Go ask the Captain, dickhead."
The private got up, and went down to the Captain, and got the same reply as the Lt.


They were now over the Drop Zone. The lights in the planes glowed a bright red, and the Drop Manager, as the troops called them, yelled out, "Get Ready!" The soldiers stood up. "Hook up!" The Manager yelled out. The men hooked their clips on the rail above their heads. "Gear check! Sound Off." The men sounded off, and the light went green. Men poured from the 40 planes, and soon after jumping, opened their parachutes. They looked like floating mushrooms, slowly decending from the heavens. Our stupid freind however, managed to lose the chute cord, and fell, screaming something about not being able to see good old Bessie, his pig, again.

In the skies over S8IN...
"This is Mission Control to Alpha, Beta and Gamma wings. Over."
"Reporting. Over"
"We have discovered some SAM sites that might interfere with our transports. You are to take care of them and soften up the ground defences. After that and until our transports arrive you have free fire on anything possible hostile. Over."
"We understand, moving in. Over."

The three wings moved in.

The three SAM sites took their toll on the Derto F-16. Beta wing got whiped out and Alpha wing lost one F-16. But the SAM sites appeared to be heavily damaged. After the SAMs been neutralised, they continued to soften up the ground defences.

I'll post the airborne troops post after you responce S8IN

As the SAM sites were being hit men from all areas of the base ran for the workshops they new that it wasn't there day. Some men ran for tools some ran for weapons others ran for tanks but some didn't make it 30 men were injured and 25 were killed. Lord Altora on the other hand was reading a telegram that had been sent from an unknown nation it read "You are on the right track but you need to wake up and smell the roses you can't do it all yourself leave the war and you will live" What was he to do but never the less he orded the troops to sit tight in New Blyclaaf's waters as his strongest and most trustworth ally Arani is napalming the island

Their feet hit the ground with a massive thump, throwing them to the ground. The wind picked up in their parachutes, dragging them across the ground. Captain Buna unhooked his chute and got himself back on his feet. He ran, with a few members of his platoon, to the weapons cache, which landed a few metres from them. A young Private heaved open the door on the cache, and Buna began handing out weapons. All over the landing zone men, with weapons in hands, began standing up and looking around.
"Well, that went well." Buna said to himself.



Our halfwitted private (whos name I shall release) layed sprawled out in a haystack, unconsious. His parachute opened just metres before he made contact. Two Blyclaafian Paratroopers walked up to the Non-reacting body of Private Scott Tracy. They looked at him, and sighed. One of them reached down his shirt, and pulled out his dogtags. The other checked for a pulse. After a while of searching, they decided to let him die, and pulled the dogtags off, and let him lay there.

Sgt. Featherstone, "Boys...y'all know that war's an ugly thing, and we soon be dropped of this here mountain. HQ says that they need it. So guess what. We're getting it. A lot of you wont see the sundown. But then again, we're soldiers!"

The green light starts to shine.

"Thats our que sign. Time to go!"

The paratroopers jumped out of their 20 planes, it would been have 25. But some got shot down.

The indended drop zones where around around the crest, but due to changing winds half of the troops headed directly onto the crest and into the enemy forces. Both sides were surprised at this and the battle for the crest begun.

ooc: Derto, how much land have you taken on the S8in Front?

I'll guess I have control over 2 airstrips and the surrounding area and the harbor. It's a little iffy. I and S8IN gotta talk about this.

Hey S8IN. Mine MSN is lurken1@hotmail.com, we GOTTA talk about this.

Message to Derto: You have taken 2 very minor air strips which are not armed or protected in any way. and i have added you to my hotmail mine is "ronnyb_rulz@hotmail.com" add me and we can talk.

"Troops I'm not going to lie to you so here goes you may not come out alive but the Dictator of S8in respectfully asks that you die for any just cause. we need these bombers in the air and loaded with Napalm headed for the dertonian Forces 3km's from here it should only take a couple of minutes to get there but we need to be ready for anything." As these words left the lips of Head Engineer Captain Honeyhoyce, the troops and pilots listened with great wonder of what they were to do. The orders were clear they were to bomb the Dertonian forces on the S8in front with SHIT loades of napalm. We need 17 fighters to escort the bombers, who is willing to fight for thier country?" Hands went up all over the place Captain Honeyhoyce was proud to lead them into battle.

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Meanwhile: At the S8in front 25 Tanks belonging to S8in were preparing for an attack as soon as the napalm has taken effect they were to move in and take out enemy troops esspecialy those of Blyclaaf, The others were to take out any troops or millitary equiptment that could stop the napalm from arriving it's destonation.

Ok people, just formated my computer (Arani, you know how much my dad loves that :D). So, I'm gonna be kinda lost for the next day or two. Don't bash up my troops to hard,

02.00 Hr

There was a rumble over New Blyclaaf, 25 Mig 23 fox bats screamed over the command center sending this message.

"We are inbound to S8tin from Imperfect_darth and are equipped with air-to-ground and air-to-air missiles. Our mission is to take out as many military instillations as possible"

OOC: Bring on the dog fights! ill kick your F/A 18s' Arses!

"Sir, we have confirmed that there are about 25 S8in tanks ready to move to our current position." Private Wilks told Major Marton.
"OK, get me Captain Buna on the radio."
"Yessir!"

"Buna, what's your position?" Marton said into the radio.
Static was all that replied. Marton tried again. Once again static was all that came through.
"Goddammit!" Marton pounded the desk.
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The scout ran back to Buna's postion. His arm was bleeding, a hole emerging from his left forearm.
"What the f*ck happened to you?" Buna cried as the scout ran into the tent.
"My weapon acidently fired while coming back, sir."
"Where's your rifle now?"
"Somewhere out there, I don't know. I dropped it when it fired."
"Allright, go to the medics and I'll see that you go home soon."
"Yessir, Thankyou sir."
The scout left the tent, and ran into Sergeant Fellows. He screamed at the pain that the bullet produced.
Fellows entered the tent.
"What in the hell is wrong with him?" he asked.
"Weapon discharge."
"Oh. Umm...sir, we just got news from our transports that there are a whole heap of tanks headed our way."
"Shit. Ok, what to do, what to do?" He sat down and looked at the map that layed out on the table. "Radio Marton, we'll move out to meet them."
"Yessir!"


ooc: S8In what's the terrain like. Bush, open fields or jungles, or what ever.

"Captain! we have just been informed that we are being atacked by Blyclaaf and Imperfict Darth what the HELL are we gunna do?" Yelled Sargent Jacobs "Your not on my staff where's sargent......" but before he could speak sargent jacobs spoke softly" He was killed sir I'm sorry". "Goddam it!!! OK heres what were gunna do get on the radio to Nocra tell them we need all 100 steith bombers equiped with daisy cutters and 300 of there fighters equiped with air-to-air and air-to-ground missiles tell them to leave now they'll arrive tonight also tell them to bring as many apache's as possible equiped with the same as the fighters" again he spoke "also tell the troops to load the SAM sites and the destroyers in the harbour to load thier air cannons an to prepare to fight and get the tanks on the Dertonian front to set up camp send them Mortas,Rocket launches and as many land mines as we can and lay the at in the uphill bush they wont know what hit 'em" GO!!!!!!! Make it happen or the enemy will have one less sargent on thier hands"

"A-for-Able" Company moved out, climbing up the slope step-by-step. The trees made climbing a bit easier, men grabbing and heaving themselves up with them. Buna waited at the bottom of the mountain, watching his men. He looked through his binoculars, moving them from side to side, waiting for his men to hit a certain point, and then he would send out "D-for-Dog" Company, and the second platoon of 'C-for-Charlie" Company out on the right flank.

With his rifle slung over his shoulder, Private Janson moved up the hill. He was in the second sqaud, of the third platoon, and was only at the bottom of the slope.
"Jesus Christ, why couldn't we just wait for them to come to us? It could save us this great f*cking travel."
"God, you never stop your whinging, do you? You are really starting to annoy me!"
"Yeah, blow it out yer arse!"
"Up yours!"
Janson dropped his pack, and yelled back "You wanna start on me bitch!?"
The other soldier also dropped his pack. A gunshot was heard, and a bullet rebounded off a rock. Everyman grab his weapon and hugged the side of the moutain or hid behind a tree. Buna's voice was heard over the radio, who the operator stood but five metres from the fight.
"Tell those two, that if they try that again, I will make sure that I hit them!"

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Meanwhile, at the haystack where our idiot freind is:
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"Huh.............What the hell?" His parachute now covered him, as the wind had changed direction.
"A white light? Am I dead? Must be. How the hell could I have lost the chord-thingy?"
The parachute blew off of him, and he layed, with his eyes wide open, looking around.
"So this is heaven. Where's St. Peter? Better go look for him."
And with that, he set out, headed out towards the S8In lines.

OCCly S8IN have I been succesfull in taking the crest or what?

ICly

In a AWAC over Derto controlled area.
"Uhmmm...Sir...We got something here."
"What is it? You sound scared."
"I'm scared look at this."
"My God."
The screen shows a massive airial force coming from S8IN.
The AWAC computer estimates about 300 fighters coming in as one.
"F*CKING RED ALERT! REPORT TO HQ, NOW!"
"Yes Sir."

In the HQ.
"Uhm..Sir."
"Yes what is?"
"We got a report from one AWAC and more are coming in."
"Well what is it?"
The private hands him the report.
"Holy cow! Do we have confirmation about this?"
"Yes."
"Shit, scramble up our fighters and put our ground forces under red alert."

Back in the General Staff HQ
"Well, well. Look at this report. We got about 300 fighters moving in from S8IN. But why?"
"Pound the living shit out of us?"
"No, I don't think so. Blyclaaf has told us that enemy forces are moving in for an attack."
"Yes, so?"
"If you're attacking you do not send fighters, you send bombers. And where are the bombers?"

Janson grabbed the branch and pulled himself up.
"Stupid f*cking hill! Stupid f*cking country! Stupid f*cking war!!!"
The Private infront of him slipped and a few rocks rolled down and hit Janson's feet.
"Goddammit!" He looked back at the starting point. He remembered the action that Buna took before, and decided to leave it this time. He looked up, at the top of the mountain. Men were already at the top, setting up machine-gun nests and sniper postions. Some crossed over, sitting in the bush on the other side of the mountain.
"Jesus Christ, get your arse moving, Janson!"
"Huh.... Yessir."
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"Well, heaven isn't that different to the living world." Scott said to himself.
"I mean, look.... trees, dirt, grass, rifles, skies, clouds.... What the f*ck." He bent down and picked up the sniper rifle, open the chamber, and replaced the bolt. He looked down the scope, and then slung the rife over his shoulder. He then began to move again. The mountain that the other paratroopers are on was to his right, and another mountain to his left.

OOC:

Never interrupt your enemy when he is making a mistake

so S8in and Arani, go Ahead!

*DELETED* in the name of the Fred

"This is squadron commander E.White. We are 3 minutes away from dropping the napalm we haven't seen much fighting but we have recieved word that Dertonian fighters are on thier way".
"We are ready Sir we will fight for s8in and we will return victorious"Said the pilot of Red Wing alpha
"Glad to hear it!!!" called the squadron leader


3 MINUTES LATER:
The fighters swooped in low, and released the napalm canisters on several different areas along the S8IN front. They attacked all enemy positions apart from the Blylcaafian soldiers.

OOC: They were to fight it out as a sign of dignity to show we could die with honour.

Message to Imperfect Darth: Please spell my name 's8in' not 's8tin' I have the desency to spell your name right so why can't you do the same

OOC: sorry S8in, i was in a hurry! :evil:

IC:

Imperfect_Darths General has mysteriously gone missing, disappearing from his home during the night.

Commander phynix reported to the community of Imperfect_Darth and had this to say:

"General Darth Has been ELIMINATED, he was suspected of turning to Arani and was punished..... Any one who dose this will also have the same fate!"

Commander Phynix was promoted the Rank of General.

His firs command was the complete and utter destruction of S8in!

OOC: this is going to be fun! are you with me Blyclaaf?

prof.Coman:
captain,the attemts have so far killed only a few men,but we are sure that we will lose more

captain.jackson:
i dont care how many men are lost,we will tame the tyrant dragons yet...

*the attempt at capturing a tyrant dragon continues,60 men are killed by the beasts rampage*

(ooc: If I'm overstepping grounds, too bad. Deal with it.)

We have them now
Another spurt of flame tore from the extended fingers, encased as they were in the bulky suit which kept its operator alive while performing the delicate operation. Had they not been in their present state, which was hovering over the ground in a huge, body consuming suit, they would have smelt the burning of human flesh as Dertonian soldiers were incinerated in the metapsychic cleansing. As it was, they shut themselves away from their senses, muchly preferring not to hear, see, nor smell the dying soldiers.
We're doing well, wouldn't you say?
Quite. We may get give the S8an people the edge in this battle, even if there are but five of us. There is nothing the enemy has that can counter this level of technology
Right, how about this for the next strike? {data}
I like it. Should give them something to think about
Hmm, let's go then[i]
The five metapsychics began launching precision strikes on the rock beneath the surface, triggering small tremors enough to knock the soldiers off their feet.
[i]This is useless, it will never achieve anything
<No. It won't>
The five exchanged the metapsychic equivalent of a glance. It wasn't one of them, the mental signature screamed of power and confusion, a twisted triple grouping which defied their comprehension.
It's the demon
The awed thought received a laugh in answer, something so corporal that it seemed out of place in the conversation of minds.
<Well, is that what they call me now? As you will. I am the demon then>
Mental defences flew up within the microsecond. More laughter ensued.
<Entertaining, maybe. Probably not>
To those within the armoured suits, it seemed as though massive grappling hooks had been shoved through their shields, which were promptly ripped from their grasp. The dark yet radiant form of an angel stared in through the vacant space.
Five suits tumbled to the ground, inside the brainburnt bodies of Arani's top metapsychics.

"Shit those bastards won't leave us alone!"
"WE CAN'T HURT THOSE SOBs! The bullets just bounch of."
The ground starts to shake.
"My God will thay never stop?!"
"Wait, what is THAT thing?"
"It looks like an angel."
"No way. Angel's white not dark."
"Wait those SOBs is FALLING!"
"They're dead!!"
And a big hurrah sounds through the battered soldiers.

But one soldier whispers for him self.
"I'm more afraid of that thing."

prof.coman:
sir weve maneged to get one to respond to simple commands!

captain:
exellent these could greatly improve our battlefield life expectancy,continue the reaserch!

OOC:
i hope im doin this war thing rite

ooc: Don't make posts which are only ooc, try to be more creative, and attempt proper spelling and grammar.

IC:

Di'yerni hovered over the whole mess of the battlefield below, watching the soldier's reaction to her newly formed appearance. She was rather enjoying it, the huge black wings protruding from her back added style, if little practical use. Still, he kept them flapping in rhythm for dramatic effect.
<Troops of Derto> she addressed them, directly to their minds. She knew that there was a good chance of her mental strength overwhelming them, but didn't care much. It was none of her concern whether a few soldiers went into a coma for a while, none at all. <You have missed the target you were aiming for, it seems. If you wish to make a difference, the allies of Arani is not a good place to start. They are but puppets in this play, cannon fodder in this war, though they may not realise it. Mourn, for Xeniler has been slain, and Nartin as well. Avenge them, seek Nisil>
There was no theatrical flash of light as she disappeared, that, she felt, would have taken away from the effect of an angelic being disappearing out of the sky above the smoking wrecks of her adversaries.

OOC:ikl splell ak bad ams i wnt!

IC:well captain,weve done it,weve tamed a tyrant dragon!

Jackson:
exellent!

Coman:
would you like a demonstration?

Jackson:
verymuch so...

*as the huge dragon took flight the soldiers benieth paniked before they realised the dragon was not flying toward them,but toward the island of S8in.....*

The relentless beat had been going ceaselessly, without any change in pace, for three full days, throbbing like a gigantic heart, and forcing itself into the minds of all who dwelt in the capital of king Annilon. Throughout the great city, Drow cowered in their homes, futily striving to block out the noise, which caused the entire cavern to shake, and with every passing hour, it grew louder, and louder, so nowhere was their the dead silence that habitually permeated the underdark.

Then, the light appeared, glowing softly around the last corner before the long road toward the gate, and it was neither the harsh white glare of spell-light, nor the firm and unwavering beam of an electric torch. Instead, it flickered and started, casting eerie shadows on the tunnel walls.

And it was framed by this light that a series of terrible faces loomed out of the dark. Beholders and mindflayers, umberhulks and basilisks, orcs and kobolds, and each face leered down from the top of a strong wooden pole, each carried by a tall warrior, broad of shoulder and long of leg, clad in identical bronze helms and leather breastplates, and around each helm was wound a simple strip of light blue cloth, and before them marched two hundred drummers, attired in similar garb, and from their great instruments, combined with the myriad feet of the rifle-armed warriors who followed behind, one in ten bearing a simple wooden torch, emanated the terrible throbbing which had haunted the Drow of the city for so many sleepless hours, as each and every hob-nailed boot thudded down into the stone floor with machinelike precision.

OOC:
Great stuff Arani! More! More!
Ugh...and Darkflames...please learn to write before posting again.

Smoke hovered around the roof of the city, obscuring much of it from view. Ruins of once strong buildings lay strewn over roadways and crushed their neighbours. It looked much like a battle had recently taken place there, and although it had, that was not the cause the destruction.
Sinrë viewed the mess from the tallest tower of a once tall building, before most of its top had been blown off in a blast of metapsychic fury. It probably wasn't an extremely safe place to be standing, seeing that its supports stood a good chance of collapsing, but it would do for now.
Besides, it still retained memories of the most recent significant event which had just occurred there.
It was where he had killed Nartin.
Yesterday it had happened, though its seeds were sown ages ago. Well, it seemed ages, for Nartin it had probably felt much longer, but that was largely besides the point. It was yesterday that his bitterness had come into fruitation.
He had arranged to meet Nartin in the room which had once been one floor up from where he now stood, along with Xeniler. They had noticed the change in their friend since he had returned from death, and sought to clear up the problem with him. However the problem had turned out to be much greater than anticipated. Nartin had become violent, and when Xeniler had tried to get inside his mind he was lashed with enough energy to permanently destroy his body beyond any hope of revival. The sheer force of the attack had sent Sinrë tumbling down the stairs, probably a good thing, seeing that the entire top of the tower had been, quite literally, blown away from the rest of the building. This was all shortly followed by a great amount of other explosions all around the city as Nartin had let out built up anger.
Nevertheless, Sinrë had managed to slay him, if not stop him. Nartin had come down on his own accord, likely believing that Sinrë was but another newly created corpse. Corpses, however, don't wield swords, whilst Sinrë took pride in that ability of his. Not even a metapsychic of Nartin's level could prevent the rapid death which follows having five feet of steel poking through one's chest.
The people of the city had panicked, as was natural, and Sinrë would have to make some manner of speech to them soon. He didn't think that would go well at all., but war is full of tough speeches and ignorant mobs.

In the office of Henry LeMay.

A lowly leutainant runs to the corridor leading up to the office.

"Sir! Sir! I have an urrengt report for you! From S8IN!"
"Well, stop yakking and give me the report."
The leutainant gives LeMay the report and salutes him, before he leaves the office.
As Lemay starts to read the report his eyes widens.
"A number of soldiers have been put in a coma. Apperently shortly after a "dark angel" appeared and killed the Arani magicans. We are as I'm writing salvaging the suits they where wearing. I hope that the science branch can make heads and tails out of them. The soldiers, including myself heared a voice in my mind stating:
"Troops of Derto.You have missed the target you were aiming for, it seems. If you wish to make a difference, the allies of Arani is not a good place to start. They are but puppets in this play, cannon fodder in this war, though they may not realise it. Mourn, for Xeniler has been slain, and Nartin as well. Avenge them, seek Nisil."
Who or what Xeniler, Nartin and Nisil are, we have no idea. Yet again I hope that Central HQ have the information.
Otherwise it has been quiet out in my section.
Colonel Irwing Morrell."

"Oh my...oh my....angels appearing....well if a angel, dark albeit, says that to go for Arani. We will go for Arani."

He reaches and turn on the intercom.

"Corpral, get in here. You have some writing to do."
"Yes Sir."

In short the orders that were written told:
1. The drilling operation at Point Victor were given free hands.
2. The deployment of more divisions to the Arani forces are to be stepped up.
3. The Arani forces are to be more aggresive and to seek combat.

The burst out husks of the cerebyenergetic units lay mostly crumpled on the ground, charred and otherwise damaged by the potent combination of raw metapsychic power and a long fall onto rocky ground. A Dertonian salvager touched the arm of the suit, leaping back in surprise as it crumbled away in his hands, exposing flesh looking much closer to charcoal than the reamains of a dark elf.
However, two of the units were intact, at least to view, and may possibly be salvageable. There was even a chance that the Dertonians would be able to use technology gained from them, though it would surely take much time seeing that the unit was badly damaged and the science involved very different than what other nations generally employed.

In Naraquil:

"Annilon, we need those rigs back. Or destroyed, whatever is easiest."
"Yes. So send a team. Get them to recover it."
"A few missiles will suffice."
"We may very well alienate S8in - not a good thing I'm thinking. Besides, they'll have to take them to Derto to study. We can blast that to pieces without problem. Send a team first, and if they make to it to Derto, flatten them."
Nazgar nodded. "A sound plan."

A staff sargeant runs into the HQ of Colonel Morrell.
"Sir. Bad news. It seems that only two suit are intact, three suits crumpled to dust."
"Shit. I was hoping that all of those damned suit would be intact. Oh well.
But you could have told me that a little earlier. I just sent the report to LeMay."
"I'm sorry Sir, I was as quick I could be."
"Alright. Better then send an new report and a requisition of high security transport. Put the suits in the middle of our HQ, and put double security teams. I don't want to loose them."
"Yes Sir."

"This is Fleet Admiral Flish, to all the friendly ships in the vincinitie of Faradinia. I have direct order from our Commander In Chief Henry LeMay that we are to invade, I repeat, invade Faradinia. We have waited and prepared for this moment, and now it is time. We will fire upon the beachhead and targets inland with everything we got, if we have to we will throw pots and dishes on them aswell. The gun commanders will be briefed soon. Lets give them a Royal greeting!"

OOC:

*Idly wonders how Annilon's gate-guards will react to the army that just rounded the corner...*

ooc: *Light bulb flashes on* Right, huge freaking army!

IC:

A large force awaited the army of Kalessin. Many hundreds of foot soldiers stood perfectly still flanked by many umberhulk riders and their mounts. Those on the outermost edges of the formation were recognizable by the black uniform with yellow strike trough it, the Metapsychic Corps.
In a single fluid move they parted, and a single dark elf rode through the ranks upon one of the gigantic lizards found usually only in the deep Underdark.
Greetings to you, Warriors of Kalessin, he both spoke and mentally projected his message to all in the vicinity. I am confident that you shall find all to your liking, especially when the killing of our foe begins.
Nazgar paused, then singled out the leader of the force, sending a message to his mind alone. Rest your troops tonight in the tunnels below the city {data}. They will need to march soon, however. Battle will not wait for anyone

*****

The craft flew with an unconventional smoothness, it being one of the more experimental of Arani's force. Making little noise and designed to absorb radar, it was also the best craft for the job.
This particular job happened to involve getting into S8in, as undetected as possible, with surviving as a mandatory part of the job.
The machine slowed itself as it came up to its target, a small patch of scraggily trees not too far from the battle zone. Hovering just above the trees it discharged its single passenger into the bush, then flew off swiftly into the night.

"Get them into place and then start firing the f*ckers!" cried out the Major, who now commanded the 2nd Artillery Regiment, Blyclaafian Army. The half-tracks drug the mighty howitzers over the dirt, and stopped just before the sand. The gun crew jumped out the back, and unhitched it, pulling it around, and putting it back down. The first seven began firing, the pounding noise they made echoed off into the distance. Captain Arred looked through his binoculars, watching as the shells hit the Fardinian beaches, exploding and setting off a few mines beside them.
"Good, keep it going!" He turned back and returned to the tent showing the 12th infantry Regiment.
"OK, fellas. Those fat bastards back at HQ have finally got their arses into gear. We are going into Fardinia!" The men sitting in the tent cheered, but their cheering was soon drowned out by the Howitzers firing again.
"Ok, We start drilling now and we should be ready for the invasion."
"When's the invasion?" a young private asked.
"I don't know. Whenever we clear most of the mines."
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Buna stood at the foot of the hill. Everyone in the division had made it safely over the hill. They crouched down in the bush, and waited for Buna to give the all clear for start. He walked over to Private Janson and crouched down next to him.
"What in the hell was that thing on the other side about?" He asked in his rough Blyclaafian accent.
"Uhh, it's the whole f*cking campaign, sir. I don't see why we have to be here. I mean, S8in is only Arani's ally. We should be after Arani, not this lot."
"I know what you mean, but... we have orders, and taking out S8in may help us against Arani." Buna replied.
"F*cking better!"

15 MINUTES LATER:
"Alright men. Get ready, we're about to go. When you get near the enemy tanks, try and dive on top and throw grenades in the hatch. Anti-tank soldiers will take tanks on the outer of the group. The rest of us are after the middle lot. Ok. LETS GO!!"
The division began moving out to the place where the tanks where waiting. Running through the bush, dodging tree, and ducking under branches.
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"Well, if I'm dead and in heaven, what the hell do I have to wear clothes for. Maybe I shouldn't wear them incase they stunt the growth of my wings!" Scott said to himself as he walked between the two hills.
He stopped, and began removing his clothes. He ripped a section from his shirt and tied it around his head as a bandanor.
After he was completely naked, he began walking again.

At Morrels HQ two guards are making their round. One of them stops and says:
"Hey, listen. I thought I heared something."
"Na, you're hearing shit. If it was something it was probably a squirrel."
"No I know I heared something."
"Ah shut up. You gotta check your hearing."

And the two guards patroled on, not knowing it was something.

"Agent Vanwa, mission log," murmered the insuregent, as soon as he had landed and made sure that the immediate area was clear. "Operation Únat commenced. I have arrived in S8in at 0100 hours, preparing to infilrate Dertonian complex, some miles away. No sign of security as of yet, preparing to leave area. End log."
With the log completed, Agent Vanwa continued moving at a half crouch through the trees, always keeping a lookout for the enemy as he moved nearer to the Dertonian base.
He found it easy to evade the few guards he did encounter, with none of them noticing anything but the slightest of noises.

(ooc: Some details on the base?)

As Nazgar rode forward, the Kalessini also parted, but instead of a single fluid move, their manoeuvre took place to the beat of a dozen drums, as the front ranks wheeled aside to allow a tall warrior, clad in armour that glowed with a thousand endlessly shifting hues, and his sword-hilt inset with a single sapphire that shone like a star in the half-light of the torches, to stride forward, leading a quartet of strange, hunched beings, with tentacles where their faces should have been. The Drow immediately recognised the creatures, whose necks were encircled by rune-encrusted silver collars, as mind-flayers. He spoke, in the vile tongue of the Drow, his voice well-modulated and without any noticeably accent;

“Greetings. I thank you and your master for your hospitality. I would appreciate it if guides could be provided to lead my warriors to the tunnels.”

As he spoke, he reached out to Nazgar with his mind.

Ah! You must be this ‘Nazgar’ that my father mentioned to my uncle the other day. Your thought is admirably focused. How fascinating.

:!:
As the Air Division Commadore of The DarkFlames and leader of The 1942 Battlefield, I am hereby taking complete representaion of The DarkFlames hereforth and expect full respect for the actions of The DarkFlames.

Imperfect_darth is giving compleat control of its army to Blyclaaf and removing all officers form the battle field,

This statement was followed by this comment by General Phynix,

"We have no right being in this war, we have no quarrel, we will step down and move back into the shadows as we were"

All of the officer meet with the leaders of blyclaaf, a decision was made that if Imperfect_Darth as made a DMZ, they would gain Compleat control of all forces in New Blyclaaf and those in supply runs with Mega Tau.

A message was sent to Imperfect_Darth.
"How can you say it is not your conflict, and you have no business here? Have you now decided to take sympathy with Annilon and his followers? Even through his wrong actions, you don't see it as the right thing to do, destroying his regime and restoring Sinre back to his rightful place."

At Point Victor, roughly located five kilometers above the capitol of Arani.

"It's good the jackasses back in Central Command finally gave us free hands."
"Shut up Martin! You may be the commander of the dig, but they might hear you."
"Ahh, don't be a wuss. Up until yesterday we have only dug 86 meters, and soon we're gonna be a lot deeper."
"I know that. Well I think it is time now."
"Hmm, you're right. Sound the alarm."

The klaxoon starts to wail and a amplified voice is heard of the sight.
"Detonation will occur in one minute! Evacuate! Evacuate!"

People starts running for the trucks and begin to drive for shelter.

After one minute the ground cracks and folds under itself. A great shockwave ripples over the surface.

Martin thinks for himself:
"Yeah, a couple more of Tac Nukes and poor Mr. Annilon wont have roof anymore!"

As the Warbirds and Warlords depart from Underdark on there way to the roaring battle, several squadrons of F-14D Tomcats fly overhead, not realising there is no way for them to reach there destination without a carrier fot there is not enough fuel stored for the jouney.

Many people stand at the docks hoping for the best, and several try to swim along side the boat, foolishly not realising there action, many persished in the propeller blades of the War ships.

This message was sent to New Blyclaaf in Reply:

" we have no right, that is it, we have nothing agains the country of arani, unless there is a atack on my forces."

OOC: *wink* *wink*

To Annilon...

"The quake you should have noticed was due to a nuclear blast. My engineers tell me that we got only 500 meters downwards. That means you have ten weeks to hand over the power and command to the rightous leader of Arani, namely Sinrë. Because once in every week we will detonate a new warhead. I do not want to destroy your capitol. But I do not want to see you leading Arani. Step down and you will not have to see a roofless capitol. You have seven days until next detonation."

In LeMay's office

A knock is heard.

"Come in."
In enters the Foreign Minister Colonel Abner Dowling,
"Sir....our allies are most, how can I say this....displeased with our most recent action above Arani."
"Ah, our drilling operation, no sorry, blasting operation."
"Yes, Sir. That one. We have recieved messages implying us to sieze our actions at Point Victor."
"So they tell us. Hmmm...oh well, I had some difficulties granting them to use Tac Nukes."
"What is your response?"
"Tell our allies that we will sieze our operations. But try to keep Arani in the dark. I want to see Annilon squirm. For at least seven days, then he will see that I was bluffing. But.....we will keep our digging crew at Victor, just in case."
"Yes Sir."

The Howitzers continued their firing, the thumping sound was able to be heared for miles. Major Greyt looked through his binoculars. He removed his cigarette from his mouth and turned around to his men.
"Ok, you come here!" he mouth as his finger extended to a young staff-sergeant, standing around doing nothing. The staff-sergeant ran over and kneeled down beside Greyt.
"I need you," he said, with a mouthful of smoke escaping from his mouth as he spoke, "to tell each of the crews that they need to concentrate fire more on the cliffs. We need to clear them for infantry to move in."
The staff sergeant ran to each of the guns crews, explaining what the Major said.
Greyt turned back around, and faced in the direction of Fardinia. Explosions were seen all along the cliffs, and peices of land fell into the ocean. Some smaller explosion could also be seen in the water where the peices of the cliff fell into the water, setting off mines.

Annilon's face appears on various, strategically placed screens all over Derto, his face his grim, and not in any expression that one would wish to meet him face to face in.
"Mr <DertoLeadersName>. I congratulate you on so thoroughly proving to us and your allies your stupidity. Not only are nuclear weapons of all types banned by the Allied Mára Níra Dictatorships, but also by the Anti Nuclear Weapons Pact set up by your very own ally, Mega Tau. You strike at Arani because of our 'violations' of the pact, and because of our cleansing of our nation, but ask yourself now, are you any better? Is your cause any more just than mine, ye who would threaten to collapse a city upon millions of those who you deem innocent? Somehow I think not. So I will offer to you an ultimatum of my own. You will back down. You will swear fealty to me and my line. And you will remove all of your troops from Fardinia and Arani, and cease all hostilities, including supplying any others who take up arms against us, or aiding them in any form. If you do not, let us just say that the coming time will be ... unpleasant."
The screens flicked theatrically, and blacked out.

****

"Of course," Nazgar said swiftly, and several dark elves stepped forward. "Your troops shall follow these. They shall find the tunnels prepared for them already."
Welcome. I do hope we shall be able to continue pleasantries up at the palace, if you would care to follow me.
The way the thought was formed, the prince (?) got the feeling that anything but mere pleasantries would be discussed...

OOCly
Acctually I didn't know about the anti-nuke treaty, really. I learned about some time after I posted it at which point it was to late to delete it. I've gave this whole thing a twist I didn't expect. And my leader's name is Henry LeMay.

ICly
There are only one person in LeMay's office and that is himself, and he is talking to himself.

"So...dear Mr. Annilon have called my bluff. But he have no better cards himself, he's bluffing. Even if Mr. Annilon comes here beats the living crap out of me, I will spit in his eye with my dying breath. By the way, what could he do that he becribes as "unpleasent"?"

At Point Victor
The headman over the "dig" Captain Chester Martin is al but happy about his new orders.
"They're canceling the operation?!"
"Uhm...no Sir, we are not to dig any further."
"Yes, in other words they're canceling."

It has been several days since the departure of The 1942 Battlefield, and already it seems the crew onboard the Warlords, have begun to comprise against the Captain. The captain, an already scurvey attacked man, has kept to himself mainly in his quarters during the expidition. Secretly keeping to himself, he has no idea of where he is headed, which direction to go in, or what to expect when the War ships finally get to their destination.
A cabin boy one day begun to mention this of the captain and was thrown overboard for mutiny, the captain was hoping the boy had not convinced the crew of this.

General Phynix addressee the main part of the Imperfect_Darth military, there was dead silence as he spoke,

"Men and Women, we have watched our allies suffer under the corrupt and dreadful hand of Arani for too long. This night we will put a stop to Annilon's rule over the Underdark! Annilon's regime will, no, must fall! We will be the force to bring a stop to him!"

10 squadrons of Mig 32 Fox Bats left Imperfect_darth closely followed by a massive amount of transport air carft headed to Old Blyclaaf, 25 squadrons of Sherman tanks rolled out followed by 300 000 ground troops.

OOC: This is it Laides!

The tall warrior nodded;

As you wish. My Uncle will join us shortly once he has dealt with the minor threat which you directed me toward.

With that, he flicked a quick hand signal at his captains, who began to lead their warriors after the Drow guides, even as he strode through the gates, following Nazgar.

General Mayah looked over his list of units under his command.
"Well, we have armies from Derto, Imperfect Darth, Mega Tau (ooc: If he's still in it) and ourselves. So maybe," He turned to Brigadier Chamberlain, "it might help if we make a battle plan."
"Yes sir, that may help alot, sir." the Brigadier replied, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.
"Yes, ummm... pass me that map." Mayah ordered. The map was rolled out on the table, covering the maps of S8IN and New Blyclaaf that lay on the table. "Well, I know that we still have mines everywhere. In the water and in the cliffs. So we need them cleared. Send a message to Derto, asking for a naval minesweeper. The land we can take care of when we get to it.
"Sir, don't forget about Major Greyt and his artillery firing at the Fardinian coast. We got a report back saying that they have cleared a thirty metre wide strip of almost every mine in that area. They are now focusing on the cliffs, which, remember, everyone of the marines and soldiers that go ashore must climb."
"Alright, tell the Major to cease his actions. I need you to send over a squad of paratroop minesweepers." The General said, in a quite voice.
"Will do sir!" the Brigadier left and walked out to a jeep, which took him to Brigade headquaters.
"Alright, lets see here." Mayah said, peering over the map, circling points and lines between each of them.


Captain Arred walked into his company mess hall. The artillery had stopped at this time, and, for the first time in days, they were able to enjoy silence.
"Allright, arseholes. Listen up. I just got word from Major Greyt..." He said, before being cut off by one loud mouth.
"What does that old bastard want!?" the loud mouth yelled out. The Corporal sitting next to the loud mouth waked him in the side of the head with his slouch hat.
"Alright, Private, next time you talk, I will shoot you in the goddamned head!" Arred yelled back at him. "Right, back to wear I was. General Mayah has ordered that a platoon of minesweepers be dropped onto the Fardinian coast, to do their job." He got up and stood infront of a large map, which showed the Blyclaafian coast and the Fardinian coast opposite it. "Derto has been asked to provide a naval minsweeper. If and when they finish, we are landing by see to give them extra cover, if Annilon suddenly figures out what the f*ck is going on. Ok, we have to wait for Derto, though, so if you can sit tight for a few days."
The loud mouth went to speak again, but the Corporal hit him again, saying that "I don't like being covered in brains."


ooc: Ok, well, I think the S8in front is closed for a while. little mongrel went away for a week and a half, and didn't leave any thing for us to go on. A surrender would have been nice. Good christmas Present :lol:

The midnight skies light up form the after burners of the Migs as they flew over Blyclaaf, after a few minutes the ground troops rolled up. General Phynix reported to command,

"We are ready to fight, and we fill die with honour"

At a naval base relativly close to Faradinia
A lone captain is walking towards his ship. His face isn't happy.
When he enters the ship, a whistle is heard and "Captain's on ship!"
He, Captain Truger, assembled the officers and briefed them.

"We are to do a highly dangerous mission. The High Command deemed it would fall upon us to clear some mines."
"It doesn't sound so bad. So what's the catch?"
"The water is in front of Faradinia."
"Oh...."
"Well, what are you all waiting for? Get a move on! Raise the anchor so we can travel to Faradinia."
"Yes Sir!"

All was quiet in Naraquil. There was a rumour running wild. Sinrë was moving.

Beneath the Fardinian cliffs:

"Sir! Intellgence tells us that Dertonian minesweepers are moving towards us."
"Prepare the guns. We'll blast them from the cliffs easilly. They must be quite mad to try this stunt."
"Of course sir."

(Yup, a lazy post)

OOC:
omfg! wtf! What the hell, Arani!? You made a roleplaying story based on things in R.A. Salvatore's books (thats cool), but than you add in futuristic stuff. In your "Arani: Insurrection" post, I was reading it and thought it was good, but than I get to the end and see, Sinrë switched off the TV set WTF! You cant base things around a book and add in futuristic things (TV). Its simple, a Drow does not have a Television set!

Beneath the Fardinian cliffs Are the Fardinian Cliff's even a place in the books or just somthing that you made up. If it a place you made up, consider changing some things in your stories. Keep the Drow and stuff, but take out the Umberhalks. You can't make up a race or a location if you base it on a book.

ooc:

I do hate to break this to you, but I can do whatever the hell I want to do. The nation of Arani borrows elements from two different sources; The Fogottem Realms (not just Salvatore's books, the majority of which I loathe), and the Julian May Saga of the Exiles books.
Umberhulks are monsters stolen directly from FR, they live in the Underdark. TV sets are quite normal things in a modern world, Arani is set in a modern/futuristic world with fantasy elements, and is not supposed to be true to what I gathered inspiration from, but is meant to be more like a fanfiction crossover.
Fardinia was a Nationstates nation which I destroyed and inhabited.
Do try not to post solely ooc posts here.

"Fleet Commander! It's Captain Trugor from DNS Sweeper."
"Pass it through."
"Commander Flish? This is Captain Trugor."
"What do you want?
"Well...I am nervous. We are approching the coast, and I have a gut feeling that the coast are happy to see us. If you get my drift?"
"Yes, I understand. You have nothing to be afraid of. We have bombarded the coast numorous times, naval defences shouldn't pose a threat."
"Yes, but what if? Do we have backup to retailate incoming rounds on us?"
"Don't worry, you have the backing of our fleet. There is nothing to worry about."
"If you say so. Thank you for letting me speak to you. Over and out."

And the DNS Sweeper aproached the coast.

OOCly HAPPY NEW YEAR! From a cold Stockholm.

(ooc: A New Year present from Arani to your minesweeper :D )

IC:

The minesweeper made its way past the cliffs and the numerous hidden weapons just behind them. It should be an easy kill, the amount of weapons trained on the boat would have been enough to obliterate a small city, though the commander in charge of the cliffs had no intention of using them all.
He raised one arm, the signal to draw back the covers of the gun holes. Numerous rocket launchers moved up and were trained on the boat in places of strategic importance.
With the other hand the command ripped out his steel sword, one made especially for surface operations. "Open fire!"

In Derto:

Several humans lay in the bushes, several glass bottles scattered on the ground around them, each of the larger bottles containing a mixture of petrol and sulfuric acid, whilst the smaller contained a mixture of potassium chlorate and sugar. The small radio they carried with them crackled. "Beagleboobies!" it spoke quietly.
Quickly, they shook the smaller bottles and poured the contents onto paper which was covering the larger bottles. Five weapons in all. The group knew that on the opposite side of the road another group was doing exactly the same thing.
The sound of a car driving at a leisurely pace could be heard, the target which they had code named 'Beagleboobies' for obscure reasons.
As it came past everyone stood up, clutching one bottle each, which they promptly threw at the government vehicle. The home-made fire bottles shattered and exploded upon impact, hitting the windows and more than likely killing those inside. The assassins however didn't stay to find out, they had killed their government official for today, and ran.

(ooc: And yes, that is a way to make a bomb, ripped directly from the Anarchists Cookbook. Knew it'd come in handy one day...)

At the bridge of DNS Sweeper a nervous Captain Trugor is whatching(sp?)
the coast with fear. As the ship drew closer his gutfeeling was screaming with fear. Then he saw it...the coastal defence.

The bridge was directly hit by a rocket, instantly killing everyone on the bridge. The ship was quickly sunk. Only a handful survived long enough to make it into the sea and put enough distance between themselves and the sinking ship, which pulled down a lot more survivers with its undercurrents.

Fleet Commander Flish saw this and clicked on the radio and screamed into it.

"FIRE AT WILL ON THE COAST! TAKE OUT THE BATTERIES!"

And a massive barrage was unleashed unto to areas where the rocket was launched from.


At the police station in a sleepy middle of nowhere town called Cervi, it would have dried up and blown away. If it weren't for the army base a couple of kilometers away. The officer in charge Volkov dozed happily in his chair when the phone came alive. he grunted as he reached for the phone and asked:
"It's Volkov here. What is it?"
A frighten voice answered.
"It has been a terrible accident! A...A car, I think military."
When Volkov heared military he shot up at once, dreading what had happened?
The man on the other side of the phone contiued.
"It is burned out, it smells like a BBQ. It's horrible."
"Calm down! Where are you calling from?"
"On the road 419 near the wind mill."
"OK, stay put help is on the way."
"OK, I'll wait here."

Volkov did all the phone calls he's suppossed to do in a situtation like this.

The following CSI came to the conclusion, on site, that it was an attack. By someone disliking the military or goverment, since the likely target General Freemantle had some fingers in the goverment.

Henry LeMAy decreed that anyone who could give any information that lead to the apprehansion and conviction the terrorists that done this, would be awarded with 10 million DD (Derto Dollars).

First time on this thread, but I feel I need to do it.

BUMP

(ooc: Kalessin, I'll meet you in IRC sometime in the near future. Derto, can I have some written details on the base, explaining what your map actually means 8) )

Most of the gunners made it back into the adamantite shelter, with only two being too slow, having to be left outside as the weaponry blasted the rock of the cliff into small pieces.

*****

Several light spyplanes take off and attempt to sweep over Blyclaaf, checking on troop positions. Low yield missiles are lauched where ever a concentration of them is seen.

The newly arrived 2 Infantry Division, was training in the underground section of Old Blyclaaf, around Viergrad.
General Budden, commander of the group, walked around the men as they were standing at attention.
"Do you think they are ready, Major?" he asked, as he walked through the 1st Battalion's "B-for-Baker" Company.
Major Fyret thought about the question, while looking at the young platoon leaders. Their freshly shaven faces showed no sign of age, their skin showed no signs of wear and tear, no markings or scars. He knew that these 'kids' had never seen combat, and he knew that many would not survive their first encounter with the enemy.
"The question should be, is anyone ever ready for combat?" he replied.
The General turned on his heels, and stared at the Major, until finally saying, "Yes, it should be."

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"Come on you pansies, get a move on!" Captain Foley, of Baker Company, 1st Battalion, 2nd Division, called out to his men, running the obstical course. The men had run this course three times this morning, and were getting tired, as anyone would.
"I mean it, if we don't get his done PROPERLY, we don't stop until we do!" he yelled out.
Private Grey jumped out of the crouching pipes, and fell face first into the mud pit, almost drowning as the weight of his equipment pulled him down. Sergeant Hilts dove out of his pipe, and grabbed Grey. Hilts pulled Grey from the muddy 'hell-hole', as many soldiers called it. Hilts let him go as soon as he reached the side of the pit, and Grey coughed until it hurt. Foley looked over at them, and yelled out, "Come on, Private, get a move on!"
Grey picked himself up, and began to move again.


ooc: What shall we do about S8in, just let the whole campaign live in limbo. I don't think he'll get it reactivated...again.

Sgt. Featherstone and his men had some nice R&R in S8IN, when a runner from HQ came with orders.
"You and your men are to pack up and proceed to Point Gamma for relocation, soon as possible."
"Damn, why can't me an' my men have some decent R&R?!"
"Don't kill the messenger."
And the runner started to head back to HQ.
"Ya'll heared the men, pack up your gear and start moving!"
He thought for himself, where in God's name are we heading to?

The transport took them and many more paratroopers to New Blyclaaf. For "R&R".


FPC Grimes was a marine and proud of it, the Marine corp. has always been a fix position in his life. But now...he didn't know jack. He didn't where they were heading, and he didn't know why. Yes, they we're on transport boats, he and his whole regement. And surely a couple more regements. And that was only what he knew, Central HQ are sending with FPC Grimes 3 Divisions of Marines. Another thing FPC Grimes didn't know was the goal of the transports, it was New Blyclaaf. For "Naval training".

OOCly This might sound hostile and sketchy, but it isn't. The reasons, "R&R" and "Naval training" are what the local commanders know.

And as for S8IN, if nothing happens in the couple of next days from S8IN, atleast I will take it like we have won over S8IN.

An open message was broadcast to Annilon:

"Dear Annilon, it comes with great concern to us your continued occupation of Fardinia. However, it is of even greater concern to us your reluctance to return the rule of Arani to it's legitimate leader, Sinre.

We know you are of superior intelligence and therefore surely you can see that you will eventually be crushed by the alliance. This government may be willing to turn the other way in regards to your occupation of Fardinia, if you return Arani to Sinre unconditionally.

I'm sure you see the opportunity we offer you here. Any other option you choose besides the one above will lead to your eventual destruction at the hands of your enemy.

Yours in Diplomacy, Foreign Affairs Senator, Anna Steele."

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In Blyclaaf, the order to the MT Forces came via the HAARP modified frequency, encrypted and mangled beyond recognition. The orders were that the MT Forces would now be under the direct orders and control of the Blyclaaf military commanders. Domestic affairs in Mega Tau and a will to streamline the operation were assumed to be factors.


(OOC: Blyclaaf has full control of my forces for now, (I have TGed him) as I am unable to commit fully now due to RL commitments, but may be able to return IC later. Have fun guys :) )


(ps: apologies if there are any inaccuracies in the 'broadcast', have not read the last few pages :wink: )

Open message broadcasted to Mega Tau:

"I think not."

Less than open message sent to Derto, Blyclaaf, and Mega Tau (by Sinrë):

"Strike Fardinia, leave everything else alone. Strike swiftly, we are moving."

"What was it's response?"

"'I think not!' Was the reply Senator."

"Predictable, although I expected a flat 'No!' Send this message."

An open broadcast was sent to Annilon:
"Very well Annilon, prepare for your impending annihilation!
Senator Anna Steele."

"OK, fellas. You's remember the maps and such, right?" Colonel Vietorea asked his worn-out Captains.
They all look up, and either mumbled a confirmation, or nodded their heads.
"Good, this battalion is to go and train with the Imperfect Darth forces." Vietorea said with a smile. The Captains moaned and groaned.
"Tonight?" Captain Harris asked.
"Yes."
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General Mayah stood around the table, looking down at the map. He had the plans all drawn up, and they had been sent to the attackers.
Brigadier Chamberlain stood on the opposite side of the table. The map had lines crossing between Fardinia and Old Blyclaaf, which had been crossed out, and new lines drawn, stretching from Old and New Blyclaafs, to the Northern Fardinian coast.
"What we need, Chamberlain, is a diversionary attack." Mayah said. He ran his fingers along the old attack route.
"Yes, sir, but, you can't think of using the old route, it's full of mines!" Chamberlain replied.
"All we need is a Brigade, from each country. If the Aranians see that first, they might not worry about the other attack."
"I'll send the messages to Derto, Mega Tau and Imperfect Darth." Chamberlain said, as he turned and left the room.
"Yes, good lad. And get me some coffee!"

FPC Grimes commander gathered Grimes and his comrades for briefing.
His battalion are supposed to form a brigade put under Blyclaafian command. Why? No friggin clue. Grimes only hoped that it would involve nice and quiet guard duties, but his fellow Marines suspected that something was fishy.

Captain Foley yelled at his tired troops. It wasn't abusive, but it was still very annoying for his men.
"Alright, men. We'll finish up today with bayonet practice. Then, you will go back to your huts, sleep until 0450 hours, and rise for early morning training."
His men picked themselves up, and organised themselves into their squads.
Sergeant Moore walked out infront of the twelve rows of men, and looked around.
"Any soldier," he said, "That has in his possesion, a Sub-machine guns, or a Light Machine gun, or a Machine Gun, is to follow me for more firing practice."
The men carrying these weapons moved off, and minutes later, firing could be heard.
Captain Foley walked in between each of the rows of soldiers, giving orders on the activity.
"Those things tied to the crosses out there are Aranian Soldiers." He said pointed at dummies, strapped to wooden crosses with zip clips and bailing twine.
"I want you to go, and bayonet them to death, while you re doing it, I want you to think about what they've done to our country. Remember the floodings. Use your hate as your one and only motive. It will be the only thing that you will have apart from fear and excitement. ATTACH BAYONETS!"
The men pulled their bayonets from their sheathes. Private Grey looked around him. It was a mixed rifle unit. Each squad had four or five different rifles in it. Some had old No. 4 Enfields, others had M1 Garands, and some had M-16s and SLRs. Private Grey fixed his sword-like blade to the end of his Enfield rifle. He was second in line.
Captain Foley gave the order to commence.
Grey watched as the Corporal infront of him took off, his rilfe at the firing position. The Corporal lifted it and lunged at the dummy, pushing the blade down through the dummy's chest. He removed it and walked behind it as the second wave started to come.
Grey had it resting on his hip, and he was able to do this because his bayonet blade was well over a foot and a half long. When he got to the dummy, he ducked, and lifted the tip of the rifle up, driving the sword-like blade up, through the dummy's stomach and under it's ribs.

To Blyclaaf:

Our military observers reports that your military status is very poor. Soldiers equipped with various outdated rifles dating back to the 1940. It must be very hard to have a working logistics. We have the idea that an weak ally are more dangerous then an strong enemy. We are offering to send enough weapons, such as the M16 or the AK74, to faze out the more elder models curretnly in use by the Blyclaafian army, in order to "beef" up your military, and to simplify the logistics.

Minister of War General Steinman

To Derto:

We wish to express our dissapointment in your lack of enthusiasm in our ability to wage war with our weapons. Need I remind you of where we are fighting. We are fighting on open, flat ground. Low caliber weapons are not as effective at long range fighting, like in the Fardinian Wastelands. Our high caliber weapons, although old and outdated, are good enough for fighting a war on the chosen battlefield.


General Bernard George Mayah

[this mesage has been edited]

This is a message to Blyclaaf :General Phynix has deployed a Brigade into the tunnels under Old Blyclaaf:

The news Brigade of highly trained marines arrived to the entrance of Old Blyclaafs many tunnels, these men, known as the black green forces were known for there ghostly green laser sights and Equipped with MetalStorm M100 assault rifles, these rifles used a rapid-sequential electric shock trigger, giving the ability to fire at the unbelievable rate of 3000 rounds per minute.

OOC: if this sounds kinda godmother-ish please tell me, i can get carried away! :twisted:

In the office of the Leader Henry LeMay a knock is heared by LeMay...
"Come in."
In enters the Minister of War.
"We have recieved a reply from Blyclaaf reguarding our enquire in their weaponry status."
"Yes..."
"They do not want any assistance, or shipment of materials."
"What? Are thay totaly around the bend?"
"Probably not...they state that their elder weaponry are much more efficant over open ground on long ranges."
"We tried, we cannot force them to use our weapons, even though it would simplify our combined logistics. Anything else, General?"
"No, but I am not happy about the investigation (sp?) about the ruthless assasination of General Freemantle, we need to divert more resources, to quell this troublesome group BEFORE we attack Faradinia, or else we might find ourselves up a creek without a paddle."
"I will see to it. You're dismissed."
"Yes Sir!"

"Well, Brigadier, is everything going according to plan?" General Mayah asked Brigadier Chamberlain.
"Well, that does matter on what you mean by 'according to plan', sir." the Brigadier said, looking at the general with a stiff face. Chamberlain had just been around the 23rd Brigade, his brigade, as they were training. He noted that, many of the young seventeen and eighteen year old volunteers hated their C.Os, and there had been a minor scuffle between a Private and his squad Sergeant.
"What I mean, is, is everybody in our armies ready? How soon can we ship out?" General Mayah replied sharply.
"Well, if our plans are still the same, we could have shipped out last night. We are still sending the 'suicide brigades' through the channel as a distaction, and our oldest and most skilled division to the three beacheads. Everyone can continue training here, underground and on New Blyclaaf, untill we have beacheads secure to bring in reinforcements." Chamberlain replied.
"Right, telegram Derto and Imperfect Darth. Ask them whether thier forces are ready to go. Mega Tau had already assured us, that their female warriors have been ready to go for ages. If they reply yes, we'll start the attack."
Brigadier Chamberlain snapped off a salute, and left the room, and went down to the radio room, and sent a message.

"TO ALL RECIEVING PARTIES. OUR FORCES READY TO GO. IF YOURS ARE WE CAN BEGIN INVASION. REGARDS
BRIGADIER EUGENE CHAMBERLAIN."