NationStates Jolt Archive

Dictator Anderson sighed as he listened to another intercepted communication. It seemed that Trekys and the Federation of Death Men were preparing to launch an attack on Gurian. Claytoria and Gurian had already prepared defensive measures.

They are individually weak, but together they are stronger. However Gurian and Claytoria should be able to stop them, Dictator Anderson thought.

Dictator Anderson brought up military positions.

Let's see, everything seems in order. All landing zones have been fully covered with artillery and machine gun meplacements. Gurian's SAM Network is operational and manned. The Gurian Navy is in position...along with a surprise. And the Gurian Elite Forces are ready to do some serious damage, Dictator Anderson thought, looking over everything.

Yes, Gurian was ready to defend itself. But Dictator Anderson wanted to minimize damage. Being Commander in Chief of the joint army always helped put him at ease. Dictator Anderson was quite a brilliant General. However extra forces could end the war faster.

He hit the button on his desk. An assistant quickly entered the room.

"Yes?" the assistant asked.
"Send a message to nation leaders. Inform them that Gurian suspects an impending war. Tell them that any assistance provided would be greatly appreciated," Dictator Anderson said.
"Alright."
"But don't let them just rush on Gurian soil. I'd like to at least know who is coming and approve it."
"Yes, sir. Is that all?"
"Yes."

The assistant left.

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(To the international community)

Messages have been intercepted by the nations of Gurian and Claytoria, indicating that the Federation of Death Men are planning to invade Gurian. Our militaries are more than capable of taking them out, however the conflict may drag on too long and cause unnecessary damages.

Gurian would appreciate any support that the international community could provide in the defense of the nation of Gurian. We are not asking you to actively attack them, but merely keep Gurian's people safe.

Thank you to all members of the international community. If you would like to transfer troops to Gurian, please contact Dictator Anderson. All help would be greatly appreciated.

On behalf of the people of Gurian, we thank you for helping.

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OOC: We have seen lots of signs that Trekys might declare war.

Dictator Anderson noticed a new report on the Federation of Death Men military.

What the hell? THEY'RE CONSCRIPTING 35% OF THEIR POPULATION!?

Dictator Anderson laughed. He laughed long and hard.

We'll just let his people rebel. His economy can't stand that! They'll all be starving and making guns!

Dictator Anderson smiled, and then quickly frowned. Why had he thought so much of military and strategic things? The Federation of Death Men were being cruel to their population. They would likely all die. Dictator Anderson probably should be nicer.

After we defend Gurian, we shall overthrow that corrupt government! HIS PEOPLE SHALL BE FED!

Dictator Anderson smiled at the thought. The people of the Federation of Death Men would be free. They could EAT again. And they wouldn't be conscripted to an insane degree.

OOC: Got that off of their website.

Premier Steve Clemmings sat at his chair, thinking for a while, he then opened up his tiny laptop computer and started typing the same bullshit he typed every day, something involving war. But you have to be prepared for it, Steve knew that, otherwise he wouldn't have devoted so much attention to Defense. He looked at his watch, rubbed his eyes and continued to type.
His message read.

"Dear Chris, we can already see your Gurian is prepared for invasion, but it may not even happen, over here were on pretty high alert. Our surprise will probably work at its best, but anything can happen. We have the CNF Sierra's fleet and the carrier itself making flybys of the whole damn region. And we are prepared on the east side of Bornima and AZN BOI area too." The rest was personal stuff, asking about family and friends.

Steve sat quietly for fifteen minutes or so, he was extremley bored. An idea popped into his mind and he pull a gun outof his sock drawer, a Beretta. He put it in his shoulder holster and took a walk towards the shooting range. Maybe he'd be able to fire the C7 he saw in there.

The nation of Euroslavia gives its full support to Gurian. How many troops do you need to help secure your nation? Do you need financial support?

OOC: I need a referee for the war. We are doing it now!

Gurian thanks your nation for your support. We need troop support, primarily. Most fighting will take place on our islands, so air and sea support are primarily neeeded.

OOC: Need a referee. BUMP.

OOC: BUMP DAMMIT.