NationStates Jolt Archive

The 8 unmarked Star Spears silently sped through space, in this mission it was vital that the craft shouldn’t be traced back to Vegana. They had removed all signs nation and used the encrypted messagesystem on a different frequency than they ususally did. Captain Pudwash looked at the scanners on his capitol ship ”HMS Die Commie Die”. He did a quick test to the other crafts in his convoy, all with their names clearly painted on their sides. His jolly friend Master Bates was as his second in command in charge of the ship ”HMS Better Dead Than Red” and the third in command, Seaman Staines, commanded the ship ”HMS Capitalism Rulez”. He read the names of the other ships of his convoy; ”Shoot da Redz”, ”Get Payed for Work”, ”Loan to Interest”, ”Mao’s Cheap Tounge” and ”Marx”. Wait a minute!? Pudwash looked again, Marx? Wasn’t he one of the bad guys?

Ahh.. Well.. The fleet continued towards their designated target.

??? I always though that acting like this was the province of N00bs. Guess not.

??? I always though that acting like this was the province of N00bs. Guess not.

OOC: Guess you were wrong

IC:

On two different roofs and in a rented apartment, three men sat patiently waiting for their mark. It had been hard to smuggle in the Accuracy International rifles since they didn’t want too much contact with the local arms smuggling business, that was HUGE in Esamopia. They had mapped the doings of their mark for the last week and it was vital that the diversion didn’t come until they had finished their job. The fourth man was sitting in a car with a bomb in it a few blocks away. He was the so called Plan B, but he was not so close that he would arouse any suspicions. He waited for the call from the fifth man, the one that followed their mark and reported his every move, these last minutes. The fifth man was also the man holding the remote for the explosives placed in a car along the road of their intended victim. The man on the roof felt the heavy special ammunition in his pocket, his weapon, not yet unfolded hang under his long coat as he hid on the roof, watching, patiently. Suddenly the signal came, their target , Igor Tetnovich, was coming into their killingzone.

OOC: You're attacking Esamopia? That changes things. I thought you were going after Flamazon or her nice commies.

My god. I just realised what I typed. What's happening to me? AM I GETTING WEAK? NOOOO!

What is your reason for this attack?

What is your reason for this attack?

OOC: It's not an attack, it's a raid, with unmarked ships.


Gentlemen Captain Pudwash harkled himself as he spoke to the other vessels Our plan is fairly easy. Our target is Esamopia, a communist country. As you all know our messages will be highly encrypted, but even considering that, noone will say where our place of origin is over the comlink. In a few minutes, just before we start our raid on three of the largest airstrips around the Esamopia’s capital <insert name here> five of our operatives in their nation will attempt an assasination on the Esamopian foreign minister, Igor Tetnovich. Our operatives are highly skilled in their trade so there is a vary good possibility that they will succeed in this. Our attack is a diversion and to teach this nation some manners. It will be a hit and run, with one exception. ”Marx” will pick up our operatives a few miles outside Esamopia. It is vital that the landing strips around there is destroyed or so damaged so that our friends in ”Marx” can pick them up without having to fend off fighters while their at it. Gentlemen this is a precision strike, timing is essential. Any questions?

The Star Spears entered the space above Esamopia and started to attack. Six of them aimed for the airstrips as two of them was aiming for the energyreserves of Esamopias Capital. They sped towards their targets, hoping for the surprise element to make the resistance as small as possible.


OOC: I don’t know the extent of defense you have against spacefleets. This is not a big fleet, this is a cloaked raiding division doing a quick hit and run. It will be over in less than half an hour and then it will run. Please state your airdefence, I have sent you stats of the ships on T-gram. And don’t forget to tell me about your foreign minister. ;-)

OOC: Mind if i join in?

IC: Location: Eclipse Class Star Destroyer Darkchild.

The Lutennant looked at his radar in suprise.

"What is it soldier?"

"I have no idea sir. some kind of strange signal on the radar. it's heading for Earth."

"Ask the president for advice on this matter. We don't know what it is."

"Meteor sir?"

"Can't be."

"Why?"

"Because it's slowing down."

"What? hmm... perhaps stealth tech. we should warn the government of a possible stealth attack. it may not be on us, but on somone else..."

Esamopian Cabinet Meeting (10:40 P.M.) :

"... and we will never submit to the evil dictates of capitalist swine!!" The Foreign Minister had just finished his briefing, regarding the successful negotiations he had conducted between RF and West Ukraine... however he was not going to be let off so easily.
"Mr. Foreign Minister, is it not true that you were actively in support of the West Ukranians?!! The democratic forces in the conflict with RF?"
Everyone, even the minor functionaries, paused for a second to hear the Foreign Minister's response.
"YES! It is true comrades, that we favored the West Ukranians... not because we embrace their puny democracy, but because we could not let the reputation of communism be tarnished by the IMPERIALISM of Russian Forces!"
After clapping, the meeting was over, and Igor Tetnovich yearned badly for a few shots of vodka back at his government flat. He was usually escorted by limousine directly after the meeting, but this time he decided that he would take the short walk back, especially since he heard that his ride would be late. A fatal mistake...

As the foreign Minister was walking back, a sort of sixth sense struck him, warning him of his death. He could not understand what this feeling was like, but he was not alarmed either. He had done all he could for Esamopia, and all that mattered now was a few shots of vodka... as he was pondering this a bullet whizzed through the air and struck him. He normally wore body armor, yet this one hit him in the back of the head. As he was falling down, his thoughts about vodka disappeared and were replaced with what he had accomplished for Esamopia, the years of struggle for its greatness, and all that he had done for the great Communist nation. Just before his brain stopped functioning, he remembered his daughter, luckily she was a college student now, who planned to work one day in the Foreign Ministry, a tear rolled down his eyes and everything started to turn black... and he felt at peace... at last...

ELSEWHERE IN THE CAPITAL (10:45 P.M.)

"That idiot foreign minister... he may one day decide that he could lead the nation!" The thoughts running through the Premier's head were clearly paranoid, Igor had never had real political ambitions, and was the only one the Premier's cabinet who was appointed not for his ability but for his talents as a diplomat.
"Vassily!! Where are you?" The premier had the dangerous habit of having "private briefings" with his most favored general, Comrade Vassily. She was the epitome of beauty and intelligence, her radiant hair, fragrant perfumes, and natural grace were present everywhere.
"Right here... Comrade Premier." The Premier could no longer contain himself, he just had to "get on with the briefing." But at this crucial moment, a phone call came... with great self-restraint (The Premier had to suffer through a lot to get his position, and self-restraint was clearly a quality of his,) he reached for the phone.
"Yes vat is it? I have a private meeting!"
"Comrade Premier, many apologies, this is Colonel Ragriskov."
A sudden shock came to the Premier, he knew that Ragriskov would never call unless he had a damn good reason, like the terrorist attack a few years back... the Premier was very worried.
"Sir, our air fields are under attack! We have reports, too numerous to be a fabrication, that we are being attacked by SPACECRAFT!! We can hardly see them, some ingenious Captain on the ground has set up a laser targeting system, enabling us to get a rough outline of the fleet... there may be as many as a dozen there... so much devestation, none of the First Wing Battalion will be able to take off for weeks! We are trying to (sound of explosion heard in the background) static... counter-att (static...) repeat, airfields (static...) ack... (Line goes dead.)
"Ragriskov! Ragriskov!!"
"What is the matter, Comrade Premier?"
"I cannot talk right now Vassily, get into your uniform and declare an emergency meeting of the general staff... I want EVERYONE HERE IN 10 MINUTES, UNDERSTOOD?"
Slightly taken aback by the Premier's harsh demeanor, Vassily hesitated for an instant, but now here military training kicked in. She snapped a quick salute and resolved to have everyone there in 5 min.

ON THE GROUND, ESAMOPIA CITY AIRBASE

"Colonel, the line is dead, our communications are down!"
"Damn this infernal madness... I was never told we would have an air attack by Space vessels?!! Have we gotten a more accurate count, Captain?"
"Yes sir, we now believe that only three or perhaps four vessels are hanging above Esamopia City. Our anti-air batteries are coming online, although we doubt they'd have the range to do much. Clearly we were never prepared for such an att--"
"NO EXCUSES! The Premier expects us to end this threat. Do we have any ballistic missiles online?"
"Sir... you cannot possibly... what if the fall down and--"
"No you fool, get me a few missiles and replace the nuclear warhead with conventional explosives. Have them ready to fire on my signal, and get me some engineers to plot a path. With some luck we'll be able to hit them without major damage on the ground."
"Sir, I will get right on it!"

ESAMOPIAN POLICE ON THE BEAT (10:52 P.M.):

Comrade Ignor was very tired... he had already served on the morning shift and was now "asked" by his supervisor to pull a double shift. He could ill-afford his supervisor's wrath if he refused, and a few extra Esamopians (Blood Liters is the official name, but most call them Esamopians,) would certainly help out in the tenament. As Ignor was thinking of this, he stumbled on something and fell to the floor... Immediatly raising his night stick, he was ready to take revenge but found out he couldn't... whoever it was was already dead!

"HQ, this is Ignor, dead body on "77 We love the Premier and Red Street, please advise."
Ignor was expecting that HQ would tell him to stay put until they could get a unit down there to take the body to the morgue, but there was no response.
"HQ, Please respond... oh damn this communications equipment."
Ignor decided that he would at least get some identification papers from the man on the ground, and to continue his patrol... he was not going to stay put in this dump all night.
When Ignor turned the body over, he saw that it was that of someone familiar... perhaps even in the higer echelons of the party. Interesting... as he reached for his I.D. the apathetic look on his face turned into wild amazement, as he identified the former Foreign Minister.

"HQ, PLEASE RESPOND... DEATH OF HIGH PARTY MEMBER... REPEAT, DEATH OF HIGH PARTY MEMBER!!"

Ignor decided to stay until others came, he may even get a promotion for this fine detective work.

*The GCU Semi Colons are Forever, returning to Earth from the first voyage to the outer reaches of the solar system, detected the weapons blasts above the country of Esamopia.*

"Sir...the sensors have detected a large battle being fought over Esamopia. It appears these strange ships have just started attacking the country."

"Hmm...send a communication. Ask them to declare who they are, and why they are attacking this country."

"Yessir."

tight beam, M16, tra. @n4.28.882.1398]
xSemi Colons are Forever
oUnidentified Ships

This is the Altaranian GCU Semi Colons are Forever. We are observing your attacks on Esamopia. Please, tell us who you are, and declare your reasons for attacking this country. Judging by the reactions of Esamopian defence forces, it would appear this attack is unjustified...
∞

I dont get what everybodies problem with communism is! :?
Eventualy, if it wouldnt have been so fucked up by certain people, communism isnt that bad at all, and the people under communism would be better of then in capitalist asshole nations like the USA...

MEETING OF ESAMOPIAN GENERAL STAFF
EMERGENCY SESSION

After receiving frantic phone calls by Comrade General Vassily, the heads of the Esamopian army have been summoned to the Government HQ for an emergency meeting. Some rumors had been spreading over mysterious space vessles, and even the most steel-nerved commanders were breaking a sweat. All nervous chatter broke down, however, as the Premier in his shining new "People's Marshall" uniform walked in:

"Fellow Comrades, be seated as we have little time to waste. A few minutes ago I received a message from the Colonel on duty at our various airstrips around Esamopia City. The rumors are true, we are being attacked by space vessels." The Premier waited for a few moments to let the reality of the situation sink in, but before panic could strike, he began again: "Fear not, for we will always prevail. We have always known of the various nations that have taken to space, although it has been of very little concern thus far, as these nations have traditionally concerned themselves with their own issues, and we have never even conceived of an attack from space. It is a mistake which we all share the guilt in committing... The strikes seem to be coordinated around our airstrips, while the various brown-outs also suggest an attack on our power grid. Due to our redundant power system in the capital, any interruptions to power should be minimal, however we will not have the ability to get our fighters from the capital in the air for weeks, as we repair or rebuild airstrips." After delivering the facts, the Premier's face changed to that of terrible anger, and he began lashing out:
"We do not know who is crazy enough to attack us!! We will not let this unprovoked action go away... this is no mere act of terrorism... none other than an organized and vindictive CAPITALIST regime could be behind this, and we will investigate this matter! For now, I will make a speech to all Esamopians, declaring new five-year plans for anti-space craft weapons systems, modernization of our technology, and general increase in productivity to provide the funding necessary for these reforms." (The Premier knew that these new technologies would have to be bought from someone, but the general increase in productivity could never hurt, and the solidarity of the nation was something the Premier had always wanted.) "The military has already been deployed in the capital and in all major centers, and we are attempting to reestablish contact with those on the field."

"Any questions?"

Although most were too shocked by this announcement to do more than remain composed, a young Major finally shouted:

"We are with you Comrade! We are with you Comrade!"

The chant quickly spread to all assembled, and was eventually replaced with "Pre - mier!" "Pre - mier!" "Pre - mier!" ...

"Thank you Comrades, we have a great deal of work to attend to, and I expect you all to remain composed in the trying weeks ahead. Our people will feel insecure, and it is our duty as leaders to remain firm in the face of this new threat. We have faced many challenges in the past, and this will only make our dear Esamopia stronger. To victory and death to the capitalist swine!!"

With that the morale of the leaders improved and the meeting was adjourned.

MINUTES LATER... MESSAGE TO THE PREMIER:

After the meeting, the Premier himself felt refreshed and ready to tackle the difficult task ahead. He was still worried about the lack of communications with any of the airfields and wondered if he should call a meeting of the Politburo (the civilian authority in Esamopia,) but thought that he should prepare his address to the nation first. "Space vessels... I never thought we would see the day..." Before he could continue his thoughts, a young Lt. made a quick salute and proceeded with his report.

"Comrade Premier, we have received some good news and some bad news, which would you like to hear first?"
The Premier was about to reach for his gun to end the life of this utterly unprofessional briefing, but decided to hold his urge (again the self-restraint,) at least until AFTER the briefing.
"Good news first, Comrade..."
The Lieutnant's face beamed into a smile (if only he knew what awaited him at the end of the report... or how inappropriate his smirk was at such an urgent time."
"Comrade Premier, the attack, estimated now at 8-10 vessels, has abruptly ended. A commander on the ground was preparing to fire a conventionally tipped balistic missile into the air, when suddenly the attack stopped. We have no idea who has attacked us, although we are taking samples of the weapon discharges used and are running thorough investigations with allies who have databases on space nations, or at least nations possessing space craft. I also have the preliminary damage assessment, shall I read it?"
Again the Premier was annoyed by this Lieutenant's arrogance... continually speaking with his premier as if he was an equal..., but at least the attack had stopped.
"Yes, and no more interruptions!"
"Yes sir, the total damage to aircraft is still unconfirmed, although we believe at least 25 F-15's were damaged beyond repair or destroyed. The airstrips themselves around the capital were heavily targetted, and we currently have no ability to put any of our birds in the sky. Early estimates suggest at least two weeks before we can have the air fields in good condition. As for human casualties, we have lost 83 personnel, 107 others are injured, and 28 are missing. The estimated costs of this attack are placed in the billions of ---"
"Thank you, I will read a more extensive report later, if this is good news then what is the bad news?!"
"Comrade, your Foreign Minister, Igor Tetnovich, was reported dead. The discovery was made by an Esamopian police officer, Comrade Ingor, we are attempting to investigate the exact cause of his death, and we suspect that the sniper bullet, which shattered some of his face, was the cause of this assassination. An investigator has reported that the sniper bullet is not part of any standard Esamopian munitions, and we suspect foreign involvement, although we cannot confirm anything without more details."
Thank... you... Comrade. The shock of hearing Tetnovich's death was too much, he even forgot why his hand was grasping his pistol. The Lt. left to carry out his other duties, and left the Premier in deep thought.

COMRADE PREMIER'S ADDRESS TO THE NATION:

The next day the Premier informed the media that he would be making an address to the nation, and at the appropriate time he began, his voice being broadcast all over Esamopia through the TV, radio, and a transcript was being written down to be on the papers soon after.
"Fellow Comrades, we were cowardly attacked by an evil nation possessing space craft. We admit that we had never suspected their intervention in our affairs, but despite our advantage we were able to drive them away after a limited engagement. Our casualties were minimal and they testify the strength and dexterity of our great nation!! Long live Esamopia!!"
"In response to these acts, we are analyzing the weapon discharges from the space craft, in order to uncover whoever is behind this debauchery. We will not rest in our investigation to hold whatever fool is behind this responsible!! I am also saddened to report, my dear friends, that our beloved Foreign Minister, Igor Tetnovich, has been assassinated. We suspect these foreign infiltrators for his MURDER!
Our troops are on the street, as we suspect these criminal infiltrators are behind these heinous acts! We will find those responsible!!"
"I must also call on my fellow Esamopians, who have always supported our nation in these dire times, to increase their production! We must make a serious attempt to modernize, to move into a newer technological age when we will have the means to defend ourselves from these foreign acts of terror. I am sure that you will all do your part, and your leaders will do theirs! Long Live Esamopia!"
END TRANSMISSION.

"Hmm... I hoped that went well... now if we can only get some break... I'd love to know who I'm dealing with," the Premier thought to himself... and then went on with his duties.

Acting Foreign Minister T'Pol:

Open letter to all nations of the world:

Esamopia has been savagely attacked, without provocation, by an unknown enemy using approximately a dozen space craft. We would appreciate any assistance in combating this dangerous act of terror, and are concerned by attacks from highly advanced nations on their pre-space counterparts. If anyone has any information regarding this, we would appreciate it. We are willing to provide compensation for cooperation.

Acting FM, T'Pol.

*Takes out pistol*, *shoots Press Secretary*

Ahh... much better. No more triple posts.

*Transmission to Esamopia*

We would like to declare our support for your nation in this trying time. We are willing to send aid teams to your country immediately, to assist in medical treatment and to help rebuild.

*Transmission to Esamopia*

We would like to declare our support for your nation in this trying time. We are willing to send aid teams to your country immediately, to assist in medical treatment and to help rebuild.

*Transmission to Altaran*

We appreciate your willingness to support our nation, and will always return the favor, however we have suffered relatively light damage due to the short engagement. We will not turn your aid teams away, but would advise you not to send them, since we can still handle the situation. We would appreciate your help, however, in providing us with any intelligence you have on nations which own space vessels, as we are anxious to find out who was responsible for the earlier carnage. We thank you again for your support.

Acting Foreign Minister T'Pol.

WORLDWIDE BULLETIN... REWARD OFFERED!

Esamopian Minister of the Interior, Edgar Sinanovich, has issued a $50 Million Esamopians ($1 Esamopian is relatively equal to $1 USD, although some variations happen every now and then,) for any information leading to a finding of "responsible" by an Esamopian Foreign Ministry Commission, with regards to the recent attack on Esamopia City. If certain information is very classified, then we can negotiate the offer. Please help us find these bad people!

*Letter from the Office of King Will Thompson II to the office of the Premier of Esamopia*

I send my condolences to your people. I fear for their suffering and pray that it may be ended. Currently, one of my Army Groups has been on exercise very near your region. This involves an ENORMOUS floatilla of supply ships and medical supplies and such. As these supply ships are in the area, I would like to offer their assistance. Royal teams are authorized to help you in any way they can. I hope you will accept our assistance. The majority of the Floatilla is three or four hours from you but these 25 Transport Ships are within 30 minutes. If it be your wish, I will order them to turn about, but I hope to do all I can to help your people for the cause of Christian Charity.

His Royal Highness,
Will Thompson II

We thank you for your kind offer. Although we can handle the crisis ourselves, we find that insuring optimal care for our citizens would involve us asking for your help. We are prepared to compensate you however, and insist on doing so for your generosity. Esamopia will always remember you.

We shall do anything we can. The rest of the floatilla is moving in a position to pick the transports up quickly and return to their exercise. They are about one hour away should anything be needed of them.

His Royal Highness,
Will Thompson II

OOC: Do you want to RP the transports coming in?

Unfortunately, we do not have much information on space-faring nations, as the GCU was just returning from its maiden voyage when the attack started (This is our first ship). However, we will not hesitate to contact you should we acquire new information.

OOC: Been having some ISP problems will try to backtrack as mcuh as possible.

The fifth man, his name was irrelevant because he was about to die, let’s call him Keith, saw the foreign minister fall to the ground, it was a headshot. He drove by the place, not to quick as he saw people starting to assemble around the fallen minister. When he had driven around the block and started to head for the meeting place, he pressed the remote, just another diversion he thought as he heard the explosion behind him.

About 20 minutes later two cars drove up a small road towards a large field, they could see large searchlights in the sky from an almost 60 meters long object slowly descending towards the field. The StarSpear Marx landed in the middle of the field and the men walked up to it as a landing board was opening. The door opened and a commisaar stepped out, the commisaar looked the people up and down. Keith walked up, quite furious:

”Why did you have to pick us up? We would have blended in with the population and could have continued our mission here unnoticed.”

”Well, in your case the mission is not over. We need some kind of lead.” The Commisaar smiled gently at Keith ”I think you need to help us in leaving a lead.”

”Lead, what kind of lead?! Noone never said anything of us leaving a lead.” Keith was working up a fury ” We are professionals, we have been working here for almost five years. We never leave leads, that’s for amateurs! I wont go back. Why didn’t you tell us to leave a lead?”

”That’s because you are the lead. My Friend” The shot from the commisaars pistol hit Keith in the neck. Keith fell gurgling to the ground.

The Marx ascended up in the sky and started to accelerate towards the stars. On the field two burning cars lit up a field and on the field lay a twisting body with his pointy ears cut off.

The 25 Enormous Heavy Transport Ships sailed into the Esamopian ports. They were truly enormous. A single hospital ship sailed behind them.

On the horizon, the captain of the Transports could see the Massive Floatilla from Army Group Hammer that had come to recieve his return.

*Radio from Captain Walter Ichmann to Port Authority*

We are ready to dock and begin unloading. Where shall we dock?

tight beam, M16, tra. @n4.28.882.1398]
xSemi Colons are Forever
oUnidentified Ships

This is the Altaranian GCU Semi Colons are Forever. We are observing your attacks on Esamopia. Please, tell us who you are, and declare your reasons for attacking this country. Judging by the reactions of Esamopian defence forces, it would appear this attack is unjustified...
∞

”Captain, we have a vessel hailing us, what are we to do?”

Captain Pugwash watched the scanners of the vessel. Should they attack or just slink away? As he pondered a call came from Commisaar Jovan of The Marx.

”What’s the problem captain?”

”No problem Herr Commisaar, just a vessel hailing us”

”Do they pose a threat?”

”Not yet, Herr Commisaar”

”Well, just turn on the stealth and go like bats out of hell. We have no business here anymore. Remember, discretion is a virtue”

”Yes, Herr Commisaar”

Captain Pugwash signalled to the others in the convoy to turn on their stealth shield and continue accelerating, the convoy changed direction a little to keep them out of the Altarian vessels range. Captain Pugwash watched the message blink on the screen, unanswered.

*aboard the Semi Colons are Forever*

"Sir, we just lost all contacts."

"What?"

"They....just disappeared."

"Hmm....upload all the information we gathered to the memory banks. We need to collect this stuff...."

"Aye-Aye, Captain."

"And, oh, let me know if anything else happens?"

"Of course, sir."

*The Captain walks out of the room*

The 25 Enormous Heavy Transport Ships sailed into the Esamopian ports. They were truly enormous. A single hospital ship sailed behind them.

On the horizon, the captain of the Transports could see the Massive Floatilla from Army Group Hammer that had come to recieve his return.

*Radio from Captain Walter Ichmann to Port Authority*

We are ready to dock and begin unloading. Where shall we dock?

Permission granted! As we said, we will insist on paying you for your generous help, but we can negotiate later. Right now we request the use of your supplies and hospital ship. Esamopia is truly greatful!

BACK AT ESAMOPIAN HQ:

"Comrade Premier, an urgent report!"
"Hmm... this day is getting better and better" were all that the Premier could think of, he had never been this stressed before and not knowing who his enemy is was having a great toll on the leader. Still he remained composed enough to respond: "Yes, what is it?"
"Sir, An Esamopian army platoon have found a dead body--"
"WHAT IS SO URGENT? We lost many in that attack."
"Yes sir, but this man did not have any papers on him."
"So... perhaps he was robbed, Esamopia is not a perfect place, why bring this to my attention?"
"Comrade Premier, our investigators have reason to suspect that he was behind the assassination of our late Foreign Minister. He was found dressed completely in black... a shot to his neck, terribly gruesome sight. We are unsure of who was behind it, but again the ammo used is not of Esamopian standards." (It may be good to mention, in case I haven't, that only the army and some police are authorized to carry weapons in Esamopia, and that most weapons are produced in Esamopia for easy identification.)
"Hmm... very interesting, yet he was found dead?"
"Yes sir, we are unsure of what all this means... perhaps he committed suicide after the attack or someone from the army shot him..."
"Impossible, you just said that the bullets used were not of Esamopian design or acquisition... as for the suicide, plausible, but I doubt that one person could have arranged for all of this havoc outside. You only leave me with more questions."
"My apologies Comrade Premier, we will find who is responsible."
"I am sure that a committed officer like yourself will... in the meantime, increase our reward to 5 Billion Esamopians, and provide samples of the weapons impact of the space vessels, the ammunition recovered from our late FM and this... agent? Also try to locate the dead man's picture... With all these clues we are bound to find something."
"Yes, Comrade Premier."
After a brief moment, the Premier noticed that the Lieutenant had not yet disappeared...
"Well, is there anything else?"
"Yes, I bring you a message from the Black Fist." The lieutenant raised his weapon but when he pulled the trigger he found out that nothing happened... shocked and frustrated he kept pulling, but nothing happened!!
"Ha, you fool, no one meets the Premier armed... I would have you publically executed but I cannot afford this getting out to the public." After snapping his fingers, two large Esamopian security officers "escorted" the would-be assassin to a torture chamber, he would be dealt with later.
"Eh... this attack is encouraging my enemies... so many problems for Esamopia." With that thought the Premier returned to his duties... everything would sort itself out once he knew what he was dealing with.

In a garage somewhere in Esamopia City four men met. Three of the men were from the Esamopian resistance. The fourth was known to the resistance as Mr. Nguyen, he had done deals with the resistance before, mostly delivering them money and using his network to get them things they needed. Sergei as his real name was , never felt at home meeting the resistance face to face. He knew that his two bodyguards were standing in the shadows no more than 20 yards away, but never the less he also knew that the Esamopian intelligence were not bad and not to be underestimated.

”My friends, I come to you with an offer, an offer that might end the reign of terror” Sergei looked at the others ”I have found you a powerful sponsor. Someone that believes in your cause, someone that wants you to succeed in you goal.” HE looked at the other three men again. ”But you have to prove that you are who you say you are and that you have the capability to achieve what you say you want. I believe you, I know you capacity, but the new sponsor..” Sergei Shrugged ”They wouldn’t take my word for it. If you can accomplish enough chaos and use this opportunity that the soacecrafts created, you will have almost unlimited resources. So what do you say?”

The 25 Ships steamed into dock. They were truly enormous. The dock workers watched with awe as the enormous rear doors opened, a unique designe which allowed for every deck to unload at the same time.

A muffled sound was heard in the distance. It caused a few heads to turn, but not much concerne. The first ship began unloading several crates as the rest of the ships only opened up.

The row of buildings behind them was shaken by a violent blast. Cruise Missile attack. The Floatilla off shore had launched 350 V-3 Reich Cruise Missiles at the inner port as the guns of the RNV Stonewall Jackson and the Napoleon Bonaparte sang defiance, hurling shells into the centre of town. Shock echoed throughout the port as the men unloading the crates opened them and pulled forth Assault Rifles and began to open fire. PzKpfw XXI-A Reichsfuhrer Tanks, the best tank in the Reich began to roll out of the ships and into the port along with a flood of Soldiers, well trained and armed to the teeth. A few of the men began to fall as the dock guards tried to resist. However, they were soon overtaken. Off in the distance, thousands of Smaller Akillian Transports raced towards land at an astounding speed, reaching their beach to the sides of the port and disembarking. Reichsfuhrer tanks drove right through walls and opened fire on anyone and everyone who seemed to pose a threat.

Overhead, 75 Luftwaffe Jet Fighters, launched from two of the five aircraft carriers with the floatilla, sceamed by, seaching out the positions of the enemy soldiers who were assigned to defend the port, searching for tanks, and when found, they droped their payloads. They provided close air support to the men on the ground, occasionally bombing buildings that gave resistance, but thanks to the fact that guns were prohibited for the most part, the citizenry seemed to be incapable of resisting.

The transports continued to unload, each one holding 10,000 men and 28 Tanks. 250,000 men and 700 tanks were eventually going to be unloaded. For now only half of that force had poured in.

Then they came, the V-4 non Nuclear ICBMs. 1500 missiles had been launched by the Reich SDI headquarters. Each missile was so large that it was capable of laying waste to nearly 3 city blocks. 15 of the missiles were hurled into the port beyond Reich forces. At least 25 V-4s streaked through the air of every majour City in Esamopia, ready to lay waste. Missiles had been targeted at every factory, air strip, military base, and large grouping of troops that could be seen. 50 V-4's each capable of destroying 3 blocks itself went into the Capitol of Esamopia, two targeted directly at the office of the Premier.

Reich troops attempted to commandeer the vessels in the port while the Kreigsmarine gunboats moved into the harbour itself to provide cover. The RNV Napoleon Bonaparte, the sister ship of the Stonewall Jackson, the greatest Battleship in the fleet moved to seal off the port to escaping vessels as Submarines began to patrol the area.

Another 75 fighters took off from the decks of the two other carriers as nearly 150 fighters remained aloft over the floatilla to defend it.

The rest of the transports in the Floatilla began to move towards the port as those that had unloaded left.
*Communique from the office of King Will Thompson II to Vegana*

Good work. You have done very well. You know what you must do now.

-Thompson

*Communique to the office of the Premier of Esamopia*
I appologize for the attack upon your country and for the missiles that are even now near to destroying you. Communism is a plague and must be wiped out. There is nothing I wish for more than the liberation of your people from your Communist Oppression. I sincerely hope that you and your ilk will all meet again one day...in Hell.

God Save the Reich! Death to Communism!

His Royal Highness,
Will Thompson II
Fuhrer of the Reich

OOC: What has just attacked you is Army Group Hammer, an enormous Army Group from every Reich Nation. Seach for the thread, you can see the setup for its positioning here even though I set it up for you as well. The V-4 Missiles are also equipped with Chaff and other devices that are considered effective in the prevention of interception, so I highly doubt that much could bring them down. You can look at some of the other war threads and view their past uses.

Overhead, 10,000 Paratrooper Transport Luftwaffe planes carrying 240,000 paratroopers flew over and deployed their loads of Wehrmacht paratroopers and support equipment. They literally filled the sky and landed at their designated areas; some to capture brigdes, intersections, sections of road and key strategic positions outside of the port by 10 miles just outside of the port. Above in the air, flew v-4 rockets and added confusion to the enemy. Another confusion was that there wasn't a definite line of battle, but rather huge sections of resistance scattered throughout the land, which made for a great defense. until the breakout occured.

OOC: These men have volunteered troops a while ago to augment AG Hammer and are working with me on this.

Boat hangers in Tordor slowy opened, and out went 4 Hi-Tech, low profile, Stealth Missile Corvettes steamed out, their destination Esamopia, and the ships’ colors were painted over, and the Garrison II flags where hauled down.

All ships radio Silence, target Esamopia Stay 45 Miles from coast and then launch tomhawks, after retreat immediately to fleet Freedom

The 4 sleak ships silently steamed nearer to Esamopia in the cover of the night.

OOC: God Save Garrison II! If only Esamopia would come round and realize he/she is under attack. Likely off for a bit or something. Unfortunately my hands are tied until they come back.

OOC: I am bryants socialism, I just somehow posted on accident with his nation

"WAKE UP... WAKE UP!!"
"What... what is it... what's going on?"
"Can't you hear the bloody sirens outside! Esamopia is being invaded!!!"
That comment quickly got the Premier out of his bed. Before he could do anything, however, members of his personal guards quickly escorted him to the underground bunker, something that they were getting quite adept at doing, especially during the Xanthal-Esamopia war and the riots of a few years ago.
"VASSILY! Have you informed the General Staff?"
"Yes, comrade, they are already waiting for us."
After safely reaching the bunker, the Premier heard what sounded like a gigantic explosion... he was later informed that his beloved office, filled with little trinkets, awards, etc. was destroyed. Pity... yet that is the least of our concerns.

The Premier and Vassily both entered the room... the Intelligence officer on duty gave what was could only be described as a very grim report... Esamopia City Port was virtually under enemy control, the city itself would soon host thousands of tanks, and even the skies were filled with gigantic missiles. It all seemed so hopeless... but the Premier knew that as soon as the morale of his officers sinked, all would be lost.

"Enough comrade! We know the situation is bad... but we've been through worse. When I first stood here, after we personally executed the remnants of the decadent capitalist dictatorship, we gave birth to a new nation. We survived horrible civil wars, we survived foreign wars, heck, we're even up against space ships now! (That evoked a few chuckles... good, he's getting there.) We will never surrender... as long as we have each other, we will have Esamopia. The enemy does not know of our great will, of our strength in times like these... they know nothing of what it means to be an Esamopian..."

After cheers of Long live the Premier and other nonsense, the time had come to get to business.

"Hmm... how did this huge army land on our shores?!" The Premier was livid, he knew the answer, he just wanted it said to him again.
"Well sir, you personally approved it... apparently we thought it carried food supplies and other such medicine, we should've known that it was only a trick!"
"Well... its about the most dastardly thing I've ever seen... perhaps our responce should be equally contemptable."
At this the Foreign Minister and other senior members shrinked back... they only knew what the Premier could be thinking. A junior minister however, had to ask the question:
"Sir, I don't think we'd be able to mobilize troops, put them on a ship, and offer them like a trojan horse... what are you exactly thinking of doing?"
"Ha... who attacked us?"
"A large coalition of evil nazi lovers--"
"I know! Who owned the ships though? Who is responsible for the maddness outside?"
"They style themselves "Reichskamphen" sir."
"Well... I insisted on compensating them for their generosity in an earlier communiqué... I'm sure they wont mind it done in an unconventional way however."
The Premier's gaze looked serious... a look at Medusa could turn you into stone, but the Premier's look now would boil you alive first.
"Marshall Tita, how many nuclear ICBM's do we currently have?"
"Ahh... we have several hundred fixed ones, in the Southern mountaineous region of our country, and then clusters of up to two dozen in other locations."
"Excellent... fire 100 5-megaton missiles at these Reichskamphen fools... hit them where it hurts, populations centers!"
"As for the invading army... shoot another fifty around Esamopia. Issue NO EVACUATION ORDERS! I want this to be a complete surprise. Then mobilize our army in the South of our country to mop up whatever they have left."
Murmers were being heard everywhere... some thought the Premier brave, some insane, some could not think at all... except about all their relatives, friends, comrades who were living in Esamopia. They knew that their beautiful city would never look the same... yet they were also aware of their loyalty to Esamopia, and above all else to their Premier... although Esamopia had never used its nuclear arsenal, and had always criticized nations when they used them... there was no other option! Then again... what if we resigned... what if we gave up the Premier and allowed for a fascist occupation... there would be so much less devestation, so much less insanity!

The Premier knew of the hesitation... knew that it could kill him, knew that it would bring Esamopia under the boots of fascist dictators. He simply could not let that happen... yet although he had consolidated a lot of power, he was unsure of what would happen. For the first time ever, he was unsure of which course to pursue... what will happen?!!

OOC:
This brings me at a big fork in the road. Any late mobilization now would almost certainly be crushed, while the nuclear attack, though almost certain to produce the desired results, may not be feasible in real life. (The general staff may create a mini-revolution, oust the premier, and surrender, rather than killing Esamopians with nukes and turning a conventional war into a non-conventional one.)

So this is what I have decided:

I will have a poll... which will run for 48 hours or until 100 votes are cast, whichever first, that will decide the fate of Esamopia. The only two options will be:
1. Surrender and accept new facist/capitalist government and occupation.
OR
2. Launch nuclear arsenal!

I ask that invasions be suspended, troop movements be delayed, and that no preparations are made for incoming nukes (suddenly evacuating population centers or rush buying some anti-nuke shield would be totally unprofessional.)
I ask instead that you wait these next 48 RL hours and shrink them into a few moments in which the Cabinet would secretly deliberate going along with its Premier or not. Based on that decision, I will continue the RP.

The Ur government is keeping strict tabs on the unusual happenings in Esamopia...

The Ur government is keeping strict tabs on the unusual happenings in Esamopia...

Help us!! These evil nazis are trying to kill us!

OOC: King Will is the Fuhrer of the Reich, the region of the Reich is attacking you...you know the superpower. He is not a fascist...he is actually pretty liberal for someone in the Reich. He is more of a very conservative Christian Monarch who hates that he wears a crown. He dislikes being a King as only Jesus should be a King but he knows that the crown is a powerful force etc etc. Long story. King Will is a man of honour and good judgement and a genuinely nice guy. Under occupation from Reich forces, Esamopia wouldnt be half as bad as it is under the premier because King Will would restore alot of the freedoms to the people who were being oppressed and rebuild whatever was destroyed. He is generally a pretty nice guy. Just clearing that fact up...we are more of a religious and military alliance. We arent actually Nazis..well most of us...not the important ones anyway haha.

OOC: King Will is the Fuhrer of the Reich, the region of the Reich is attacking you...you know the superpower. He is not a fascist...he is actually pretty liberal for someone in the Reich. He is more of a very conservative Christian Monarch who hates that he wears a crown. He dislikes being a King as only Jesus should be a King but he knows that the crown is a powerful force etc etc. Long story. King Will is a man of honour and good judgement and a genuinely nice guy. Under occupation from Reich forces, Esamopia wouldnt be half as bad as it is under the premier because King Will would restore alot of the freedoms to the people who were being oppressed and rebuild whatever was destroyed. He is generally a pretty nice guy. Just clearing that fact up...we are more of a religious and military alliance. We arent actually Nazis..well most of us...not the important ones anyway haha.

OOC: Yeah, I'm just trying to make it very dramatic by saying nazis. Anyway, our people aren't actually oppressed... at least they're not doing as badly as others, and we have been a force for good, especially in diffusing the West Ukraine/ RF mess a few days back. Anyway, I'm not complaining or anything, and I hate to use nukes, so I left it up to the poll, which is currently running at 1-1. In 100 votes or two days time I will continue the RP (this is especially good since I probably wont be here for the next two days,) and so we can go from there.

OOC: Is West Ukraine a Communist too? If so, Will won't think that is alot of good haha. Do what you feel is necessary and we will respond in kind such is the nature of RP.

OOC: Bah... the poll isn't getting much exposure and no one likes the evil plans to nuke everyone so here goes:

IC:

As the Premier was giving out the exact coordinates for the missile attack, Vassily reached as if to speak to the Premier. She was leaning as if to kiss him, which would not have surprised the Premier, but what did was a sharp pain to his left heart... the scene changed in the Premier's mind to that of the Senate building in ancient Rome, and Caesar was totally shocked of Vassily's onslaught. Unlike the historical example, wherein senators followed up by stabbing the emperor, the Premier was stabbed only by General Vassily. A sad end...

"The man is crazy... we do not need to surrender and we do not need to nuke ourselves! We shall fight!" Vassily's words were impassioned, but close observors knew that she was hurting inside, she did not enjoy doing this to her Premier.
After moments of hesitation, the General staff was triply shocked thus far, by the sudden invasion, plans for nuclear Armageddon, and now by their great leader's assassination, the daze and confusion wore off as they faced their real task, stopping this incredible invasion.

"MOBILIZE EVERYONE! I want every tank, soldier, plane, ship, ANYTHING on the ground, in the air, or at sea immediately."

"Sir, the harbor is being overwhelmed, what are your orders?"
Here was a small moment of friction, normally the Premier would say something, but now it was unclear who would lead, after a few seconds, Vassily responded:
"Tell them to abandon the harbor and head out to sea, those currently engaged should set ramming courses and abandon ship! I want any unengaged vessels to head out to a random location, we may use them later."
"Understood, comrade Vassily."
"What are we to do about the invasion... Esamopia is close to falling!"
"Tell our commanders in the Southern Districts to immediately mobilize, then have whatever forces already on the ground in the combat zone perform a gradual withdrawal... do not make it look like a full-fledged retreat, but make sure that we have the troops to fight them another day!"
"What of us, comrade General?"
"We will immediately escape through various roots... let us setup an auxiliary command in Dukai, where the government met during the riots... I will use the underground tunnels until I can reach a safer location. You, you, and you (pointing at several other commanders,) use helicopters and split up, I cannot afford to lose all of you but I doubt that they already have anti-air units. Coordinate your withdrawal with the air force. The rest of you will have to find some means of escape, use unmarked cars, burn your papers, and go full speed to Dukai!"
After that, the General made several other orders, telling the Air force to engage air targets only, concentrate on coordinating escape, and basically supporting whatever troops are on the ground until they could all retreat... she hoped that the limited objectives would be handled well.

"I will see you my comrades in Dukai... we may have lost Esamopia City, but we will never lose the war. This treachery will be repaid in full!"

"Sir, one last thing!"
"YES?!!"
"What about the ICBM's?"
"Hmm... have them programmed to the coordinates... of our former leader. If they come under attack, do not hesitate in firing them, but otherwise make sure that we do not turn this into an unconventional war... I vow not to fire the missiles unless they come under attack."
"NO GOW!!"

OOC: Ships in the port were boarded by Reich troops and are attempting to be captured and the port is sealed off by the armada...there is no escape.

IC: *SDI Headquarters, Somewhere deep within the Reich*

The head of the SDI Missile Command sat in his command chair. "Let us give them the bayonet." he whispered as he pressed the launch button on the largest number of the V-4 non nuclear ICBMs ever to be launched, 5000. There were many more left where that came from and more being made all the time by the Reich and allied regions so there would conceivably never be a shortage. Each ICBM could destroy 3 city blocks and do great damage to troop formations.

"All missiles have been launched successfully, sir." the SDI Commander's aide informed him.

"Good." he replied, "These missiles should have a great effect. Read back the targets to me again."

"Of course sir." the aide obliged, " 500 of the missiles have been targeted at their largest cities including Esamopia City, Dukai, "Name of other large city." (OOC: Do you have a map?) The other 500 are split up. 100 of these missiles are going towards the many airfields in Esamopia to mop up what the first round didn't pick up. This should hopefully cripple their air power. Several others are going towards their power grids and Command and Control centres. Nearly 200 missiles are going towards the troops that are forming up in the South and the cities in which they are trying to form up. 100 other missiles are going towards known armouries, military bases and fortifications. 50 missiles are going towards the factories that were not hit in the first round. Missiles will be landing all over the country and the Luftwaffe will be over the south to keep the Esamopians from getting in the air." (OOC: Remember, about 75 jets are flying over the area presently and the number is going to rise.)

"Excellent." the commander said. "This should cripple them."

*Port of Invasion*

By this time, most of the troops had landed and were moving inland. About 4 million 500,000 troops from the Armada had landed. 10,000 tanks were rolling off of the ships and organizing. Ground Artillery both large and small calibers had come off of the ships and set up a perimeter to assist the ships in providing cover to the troops. Luftwaffe jets flew overhead harassing the enemies and bombing or shooting at anything they could find.

King Will had noticed that the enemy was falling back, fighting, then falling back. This slowed progress. He did not like that at all. His orders went out to the divisions in the field.

"X Legione Akillii must go into battle. Send them in alongside the King Will Thompson II Panzer Division. The tank division is to concentrate on a front no wider than a normal football field. I want the artillery to pound it to kingdom come. The Stonewall Jackson will assist you. I want the Luftwaffe to strafe the position, then hit it with the ENTIRE DIVISION. Pound them like a shaped charge. Put a wedge in their lines. The Akillian Infantry will come in behind, expand the wedge with close Luftwaffe support and send the Reds running. Don't stop moving! Cut through them!

-Thompson"

OOC: I would complain that your V-4 attack is too evil... it cannot be countered so I have very little... oh well, I'll do this gracefully.

IC:

"Vassily... everything is destroyed! There is havoc everywhere, the people are homeless, the streets are filled with the blood of innocents, our great communist dream is collapsing! What are we to do?"
Vassily was dirty, tired, and rapidly losing her grip on the situation. Only a few commanders survived the retreat to Dukai, many were injured, the rest were in no psychological position to do anything. Most lines of communications were destroyed in the latest V-4 assault, whole cities were being obliterated, soldiers and civilians alike ran for their lives... The planes were strafing indiscreminately, whatever armor on the ground had turned into twisted metal... the element of surprise was just too much to the usually peaceful Esamopia to handle. Through blood shot and tear filled eyes Vassily looked at her bleeding hands, she remembered the blood of her Premier, the only one dear to her, whom SHE killed, she saw Dukai being buried in rubble, her staff demoralized, and with no plan for escape. The naval situation was worse... Esamopia was now without a navy, the air force managed to scramble a few fighters, but the run-ways were now down and all pilots had been ordered to eject and hide. The military was in tatters... again most running for their lives from indiscriminate bombing raids and without any vehicles no effective resistance could form... whole battalions failed to mobilize or quickly deserted, to what little effect that caused (most were shot anyway.)

Looking at this bleak picture, Vassily only wanted it all to end... she reached for the same knife that stabbed her Premier, and then she did the same to herself... ahh... eternal peace, even hell would look prettier than Esamopia now.

"What... someone!! Get a doctor! Vassily! Vassily!!"
"Let her die comrade, we will soon be sharing her fate..."
"WHY DID THIS ALL HAPPEN TO US... WHAT DID WE EVER DO TO ANYONE?"
Even the talkative Information Minister... well now Ex-Information Minister, did not have an answer for this... why were so many people dying? So many historical cities burned and crushed to rubble... the hopes of millions vaporized, their dreams forever obliterated. A burning passion to kill came to him... but he was not suicidal... he knew the facts and as the most senior officer, the duty of command was his.

"Natasha... get me a line... any line, broadcast this on all frequencies."
"Aye sir, we should be able to send something... someone will hear us."
"I hope so Natasha... send the following out:"
There was another bomber in the air, through sheer luck or through destiny the bomb failed to kill the remaining leadership.
"Quickly Natasah: TO ALL WHO CAN HERE THIS, I AM GENERAL ARMON TATILLY, CURRENT HEAD OF ALL ESAMOPIA. TO ALL TROOPS: SURRENDER! ABANDON YOUR TANKS, LAY DOWN YOUR ARMS, AND PRAY FOR MERCY. TO ALL ENEMY FORCES, WE COMPLETELY SURRENDER! YOU HAVE KILLED SO MANY, SPARE WHAT FEW WE HAVE LEFT! WE WILL NOT PUT UP ANY RESISTANCE. OUR LOCATION IS (There was a brief pause as the Information Minister tried to discern where he was... tears came to even his callous soul, as he found out that he could no longer recall where this place was, so defaced by the bombing. He reached for his mobile GPS... fried. Finally he reached for a map: "34 degrees, 10 minutes, 30 seconds north and 89 degrees, 20 min, 40 seconds west. AGAIN: WE COMPLETELY AND UNCONDITIONALLY SURRENDER... MAY G-D HAVE MERCY ON ALL OUR SOULS."

He could no longer contain himself... although his job called for unconventional tactics of obtaining information, he was always aware that it was all for his beautiful country... Esamopia... how that name once brought him unusual joy. He now thought about enacting the earlier plan, and nuking Esamopia and the enemy... but he knew that there had been so much devestation already, and could not bare to kill many millions more. The sobs were now uncontrollable, and no one faulted him... all of the founders of the revolution, minus the Premier and Vassily, were now assembled... they all bled like Esamopia bled, they could never think that all of the work they had put into creating a brilliant nation would vanish... all because of nothing? What is an ideology after all? Why had all this happened to Esamo--

Before the collective thought was explored further, a second bomber appeared in the sky... and with a loud bang Esamopia had been effectively whiped out... no one was in command now... all that the Information Minister hoped for before death was that others would continue broadcasting the surrender call, bringing the maddness to an end.

OOC: I was told you thought there were Nukes in the attack. There weren't. Plus, the Reich will come in and rebuild everything, you will be better than new when this is all over. And the Bombers were only in the south...unless all these places were in the south. Yes, my attack was a bit too evil...in retrospect I kind of want to scale it back a bit and not hit so many cities but too late for that I guess. IC Response later.

OOC: I was told you thought there were Nukes in the attack. There weren't. Plus, the Reich will come in and rebuild everything, you will be better than new when this is all over. And the Bombers were only in the south...unless all these places were in the south. Yes, my attack was a bit too evil...in retrospect I kind of want to scale it back a bit and not hit so many cities but too late for that I guess. IC Response later.

OOC: Reflections on the war:

I understand the V-4's do not have any nuclear armament (I suspect you invented the idea as either a later adaptation of Nazi Germany's V-2 or Red Alert 2's V-3 rockets!) but firing so many missiles each with the capability of taking out "three city blocks" sort of leaves me empty handed. As for the bomber raid in the South... well the northern part of the country mainly consists of Esamopia City... which was pretty much abandoned in the early phases of the war. In the future, I will protest RP's that use extremely heavy conventional armaments (such as V-4, or the American "Daisy Cutter" or MOAB, and equate their use with nuclear weapons.)

Furthermore, I am interested in RP-ing the resistance/struggle of the Esamopian population. Blowing everything and then "promising" reconstruction is hardly something they'd believe in or look forward to, while the many deaths surely cannot be "rebuilt."

Another reason Esamopia fell so quickly ( a shame!) is that the country was largely peaceful and had never really expected a coordinated attack from... anybody! Except for unofficial involvement in the West Ukraine/RF conflict, as well as a war in the beginning history of Esamopia, the biggest role of the military has been as peacekeepers abroad or riot-busters at home. The army, which mainly consisted of foot soldiers and only some tanks, was mainly in charge of keeping the peace when soldiers couldn't do the job!

I am just curious to see why you chose us?!!! Well, enough whining I guess, I will anticipate your IC response and give a reply then.

OOC: I would not have used so crushing of a blow had I known some of this information. I am of the mind to cut the missile strikes on the cities out of the campaign if that is what you would wish. But if you wish them in, then they shall stay.

V-4's are a useful tool and the largest launch before then was 1000. They are effective in crippling a country and that is what I set out to do. I was under the impression that there was more of a military power to Esamopia.

I am on a crusade against Communism. It is King Will's desire to cut it out like a tumor. You were chosen because of your stance and because of your alliance to other Communist nations...who I am a bit disappointed to see did not come to your aide. Perhaps they will later because eventually I shall come to them.

IC: King Will looked at the pictures of the devestation he had caused on a television onboard the Stonewall Jackson. "My God...have mercy on my soul...the children...the children..." he buried his head in his hands. "I should have been more explicit in my targeting orders. I should have simply told them to pick the key targets. How was I supposed to know the commander of my missile programme was a maniacal hound...relieve him of command and have him imprisoned." Will commanded one of his aides de camp who imediately went off to radio in the orders.

"I fear these people shall never have any fondness for us. We have murdered so many of them...it is a crime. Order the soldiers on the ground to accept the surrenders of all Esamopian soldiers. We will house them in the prefab living quarters we brought along. Make them want for nothing. Once things have settled, offer them jobs in the Reich Army of Esamopia and offer to double their pay. The more we get of them...the sooner we can leave and let these people get back to their lives. We must build a new government for them...we must rebuild...the entire nation...make it greater than it ever was before. No less will serve."

The King once again buried his head in his hands. "Order the troops to distribute the rations among the civilians...we have enough to take care of us."

*Esamopia*

OOC: Lets say that the people in the country are happy to see the Reich due to their liberation from communism...or at least more receptive to them... and the people in the City arent because so much damage was done to the people in the City and those in the country felt little damage.

IC: Tanks of the King Will Thompson II Panzer Division rolled through a small town far inland from the Port. The people cheered as they came through. Some were obviously not as happy with the results. The soldiers marching beside the tanks stopped and handed out chocolate bars, loaves of bread, large links of sausage and hunks of cheese out to the crowd. As soon as the tanks passed a huge truck came through. Its side opened up and an entire cafeteria was seen inside. Steaming whole chickens, hunks of ham, bacon, cheese, and all sorts of goodies including gallons upon gallons of steaming hot soup were served to the crowd.

All accross Esamopia, Reich soldiers began to errect the prefab housing..basically the size of a modular home..It would serve to house millions until even better housing could be brought in.

Reich Soldiers began accepting the surrenders of entire divisions and feeding them and clothing them and providing them with housing as well. Some of those who were thankful for the Reich's arrival were being hired as policemen so the Reich would not be seen as a bully. Whatever governing bodies remained were kept in place unless specifically tied with Communism. In that case, they were disbanded and replaced by other citizens or Reich officers.

Reich businesses began moving in and offering jobs to Esamopians for more than they would have ever been paid under the Communist system to help rebuild their homeland.

King Will issued a formal acceptance of the Communist Surrender and in an address to the Esamopian people and the world that he would rebuild the country better that it was before and he appologized for the destruction which was far more than he had hoped. That he had punished the persons responsible and was upset himself for having allowed such things to happen. He asked the forgiveness of the Esamopian people and told them that they would live better lives from now on. Of course, it was likely that few in the cities would have believed him.

OOC: What would you say to taking the missile strikes back for I wouldnt have done them had I known the situation and I honestly dont like causing that much human suffering. I was given some bad intelligence

OOC: I would not have used so crushing of a blow had I known some of this information. I am of the mind to cut the missile strikes on the cities out of the campaign if that is what you would wish. But if you wish them in, then they shall stay.

V-4's are a useful tool and the largest launch before then was 1000. They are effective in crippling a country and that is what I set out to do. I was under the impression that there was more of a military power to Esamopia.

I am on a crusade against Communism. It is King Will's desire to cut it out like a tumor. You were chosen because of your stance and because of your alliance to other Communist nations...who I am a bit disappointed to see did not come to your aide. Perhaps they will later because eventually I shall come to them.

IC: King Will looked at the pictures of the devestation he had caused on a television onboard the Stonewall Jackson. "My God...have mercy on my soul...the children...the children..." he buried his head in his hands. "I should have been more explicit in my targeting orders. I should have simply told them to pick the key targets. How was I supposed to know the commander of my missile programme was a maniacal hound...relieve him of command and have him imprisoned." Will commanded one of his aides de camp who imediately went off to radio in the orders.

"I fear these people shall never have any fondness for us. We have murdered so many of them...it is a crime. Order the soldiers on the ground to accept the surrenders of all Esamopian soldiers. We will house them in the prefab living quarters we brought along. Make them want for nothing. Once things have settled, offer them jobs in the Reich Army of Esamopia and offer to double their pay. The more we get of them...the sooner we can leave and let these people get back to their lives. We must build a new government for them...we must rebuild...the entire nation...make it greater than it ever was before. No less will serve."

The King once again buried his head in his hands. "Order the troops to distribute the rations among the civilians...we have enough to take care of us."

*Esamopia*

OOC: Lets say that the people in the country are happy to see the Reich due to their liberation from communism...or at least more receptive to them... and the people in the City arent because so much damage was done to the people in the City and those in the country felt little damage.

IC: Tanks of the King Will Thompson II Panzer Division rolled through a small town far inland from the Port. The people cheered as they came through. Some were obviously not as happy with the results. The soldiers marching beside the tanks stopped and handed out chocolate bars, loaves of bread, large links of sausage and hunks of cheese out to the crowd. As soon as the tanks passed a huge truck came through. Its side opened up and an entire cafeteria was seen inside. Steaming whole chickens, hunks of ham, bacon, cheese, and all sorts of goodies including gallons upon gallons of steaming hot soup were served to the crowd.

All accross Esamopia, Reich soldiers began to errect the prefab housing..basically the size of a modular home..It would serve to house millions until even better housing could be brought in.

Reich Soldiers began accepting the surrenders of entire divisions and feeding them and clothing them and providing them with housing as well. Some of those who were thankful for the Reich's arrival were being hired as policemen so the Reich would not be seen as a bully. Whatever governing bodies remained were kept in place unless specifically tied with Communism. In that case, they were disbanded and replaced by other citizens or Reich officers.

Reich businesses began moving in and offering jobs to Esamopians for more than they would have ever been paid under the Communist system to help rebuild their homeland.

King Will issued a formal acceptance of the Communist Surrender and in an address to the Esamopian people and the world that he would rebuild the country better that it was before and he appologized for the destruction which was far more than he had hoped. That he had punished the persons responsible and was upset himself for having allowed such things to happen. He asked the forgiveness of the Esamopian people and told them that they would live better lives from now on. Of course, it was likely that few in the cities would have believed him.

OOC: What would you say to taking the missile strikes back for I wouldnt have done them had I known the situation and I honestly dont like causing that much human suffering. I was given some bad intelligence

OOC: To be honest, I don't know what you mean by communist allies!! I was not allowed to join the Marxist Pact, and in the RF/West Ukraine conflict (West Ukraine is democratic, Russian Forces or RF communist,) we supported West Ukraine! What has been done is now done however, I do not hold you responsible for anything and this would certainly be a cool RP anyway! So missile strikes can stay, and don't worry about a metropolitan revolution... most of the cities are so knocked out they'd be glad to accept food!

IC: "What is that over the hill?" These words were spoken with great caution... the farmer knew that it sounded like a tank... he also remembered how the Esamopian army stole his grain and forced him onto this commune... yet the sound was somewhat different...
"I don't know Igor, it does not look Esamopian..."
Then out of nowhere:
"Its the Reich! They've finally come to free us from our oppression! Throw your tools on the ground! Embrace our saviors!"
Although initially cautious, Igor knew of the unpleasantness that could come with too bold or eager an action from his experience as an Esamopian after the commie revolution, it appeared as if the rumors were true and that Esamopia was being freed! He now joined a huge throng of peasants, some of them spontaneously picked up whatever flowers or weeds were on the ground and gave them to the Reich troops. They were even happier when they saw the massive food shipments, none remembered eating a full meal in all the years of Esamopian communist rule. A Reich junior officer, perhaps a Lieutnant, then addressed the crowd:
"We come to free your from the tyranny of Esamopian communism! Never will any of you go hungry or be robbed by vicious Esamopian fools, stealing your grain and livestock! From now on you will each have a plot of land and you will be able to sell your surplus on the free market..."
The crowd's noise in getting to the food drowned out the rest of the officer's speech, but none seemed to resent their presence... well no one except Igor.
"Esamopians! ESAMOPIANS!!" Few listened, too many were busy getting the food.
"GIABRA FREELOADERS!" Now that finally got their attention (Giabra is an Esamopian word loosely defined as "despicable, contemptible blackguards (but much more colorful language :lol:." )
"What is it Igor?" Most of the crowd had already received their rations by now, and Igor had been their de facto "leader" when the Esamopian troops were not around.
"Look at you... the Esamopians stole my grain, they stole yours too, but how could you submit to this vile filth! (He pointed at the Reich officer.) How can you eat when our brothers in the cities are still buried under rubble! How can you sing and dance when millions have died?!! HOW CAN YOU CALL YOURSELVES ESAMOPIANS while the enemy stands right before you and you welcome IT with open arms?! (He then picked up a piece of bread and through it on the floor! His stomach threatened to protest, but his will was just too great today!)"
"What did the Esamopian army ever do for us? What did our "brothers" in the cities do but eat our grain and pay nothing for it! Why should we care?" The cries of Igor's rival, Ketranko, were joined by nods and shouts of approval by many.
"Granted! The Esamopians never treated us fairly, but these animals (now pointing at a platoon that assembled... the Reich troops were unsure of what action to take, afraid to make the situation worse they pretended they were busy and stared at their commander.) these ANIMALS butchered millions! Whole cities have burned, the earth is scorched with their blood thirsty rockets, and their troops have ravaged our country!"
"Lies... all lies!" Countered Ketranko, "Who believes the radio? Who believes the doctored images of Esamopian propaganda?" Before Igor could respond, Ketranko continued: "Even if it is true, isn't this what we have wanted all along? The cities were cancerous growths... sores that needed cutting out, even if they bled. They took our food, their armies raped our women and children, and for fun they shot our men! All we have wanted is to farm our produce, to sell our surplus, and to get freedom! The Reich is here for us!"
The shouts of support from the crowd drowned out Igor's rebuttal... It seemed as if the countryside would not protest the Reich's occupation.

OOC: You may proceed to shoot Igor now if you wish... heh.

I will have the city perspective later, gotta study now!

OOC: I would not have used so crushing of a blow had I known some of this information. I am of the mind to cut the missile strikes on the cities out of the campaign if that is what you would wish. But if you wish them in, then they shall stay.

V-4's are a useful tool and the largest launch before then was 1000. They are effective in crippling a country and that is what I set out to do. I was under the impression that there was more of a military power to Esamopia.

I am on a crusade against Communism. It is King Will's desire to cut it out like a tumor. You were chosen because of your stance and because of your alliance to other Communist nations...who I am a bit disappointed to see did not come to your aide. Perhaps they will later because eventually I shall come to them.

IC: King Will looked at the pictures of the devestation he had caused on a television onboard the Stonewall Jackson. "My God...have mercy on my soul...the children...the children..." he buried his head in his hands. "I should have been more explicit in my targeting orders. I should have simply told them to pick the key targets. How was I supposed to know the commander of my missile programme was a maniacal hound...relieve him of command and have him imprisoned." Will commanded one of his aides de camp who imediately went off to radio in the orders.

"I fear these people shall never have any fondness for us. We have murdered so many of them...it is a crime. Order the soldiers on the ground to accept the surrenders of all Esamopian soldiers. We will house them in the prefab living quarters we brought along. Make them want for nothing. Once things have settled, offer them jobs in the Reich Army of Esamopia and offer to double their pay. The more we get of them...the sooner we can leave and let these people get back to their lives. We must build a new government for them...we must rebuild...the entire nation...make it greater than it ever was before. No less will serve."

The King once again buried his head in his hands. "Order the troops to distribute the rations among the civilians...we have enough to take care of us."

*Esamopia*

OOC: Lets say that the people in the country are happy to see the Reich due to their liberation from communism...or at least more receptive to them... and the people in the City arent because so much damage was done to the people in the City and those in the country felt little damage.

IC: Tanks of the King Will Thompson II Panzer Division rolled through a small town far inland from the Port. The people cheered as they came through. Some were obviously not as happy with the results. The soldiers marching beside the tanks stopped and handed out chocolate bars, loaves of bread, large links of sausage and hunks of cheese out to the crowd. As soon as the tanks passed a huge truck came through. Its side opened up and an entire cafeteria was seen inside. Steaming whole chickens, hunks of ham, bacon, cheese, and all sorts of goodies including gallons upon gallons of steaming hot soup were served to the crowd.

All accross Esamopia, Reich soldiers began to errect the prefab housing..basically the size of a modular home..It would serve to house millions until even better housing could be brought in.

Reich Soldiers began accepting the surrenders of entire divisions and feeding them and clothing them and providing them with housing as well. Some of those who were thankful for the Reich's arrival were being hired as policemen so the Reich would not be seen as a bully. Whatever governing bodies remained were kept in place unless specifically tied with Communism. In that case, they were disbanded and replaced by other citizens or Reich officers.

Reich businesses began moving in and offering jobs to Esamopians for more than they would have ever been paid under the Communist system to help rebuild their homeland.

King Will issued a formal acceptance of the Communist Surrender and in an address to the Esamopian people and the world that he would rebuild the country better that it was before and he appologized for the destruction which was far more than he had hoped. That he had punished the persons responsible and was upset himself for having allowed such things to happen. He asked the forgiveness of the Esamopian people and told them that they would live better lives from now on. Of course, it was likely that few in the cities would have believed him.

OOC: What would you say to taking the missile strikes back for I wouldnt have done them had I known the situation and I honestly dont like causing that much human suffering. I was given some bad intelligence

OOC: To be honest, I don't know what you mean by communist allies!! I was not allowed to join the Marxist Pact, and in the RF/West Ukraine conflict (West Ukraine is democratic, Russian Forces or RF communist,) we supported West Ukraine! What has been done is now done however, I do not hold you responsible for anything and this would certainly be a cool RP anyway! So missile strikes can stay, and don't worry about a metropolitan revolution... most of the cities are so knocked out they'd be glad to accept food!

IC: "What is that over the hill?" These words were spoken with great caution... the farmer knew that it sounded like a tank... he also remembered how the Esamopian army stole his grain and forced him onto this commune... yet the sound was somewhat different...
"I don't know Igor, it does not look Esamopian..."
Then out of nowhere:
"Its the Reich! They've finally come to free us from our oppression! Throw your tools on the ground! Embrace our saviors!"
Although initially cautious, Igor knew of the unpleasantness that could come with too bold or eager an action from his experience as an Esamopian after the commie revolution, it appeared as if the rumors were true and that Esamopia was being freed! He now joined a huge throng of peasants, some of them spontaneously picked up whatever flowers or weeds were on the ground and gave them to the Reich troops. They were even happier when they saw the massive food shipments, none remembered eating a full meal in all the years of Esamopian communist rule. A Reich junior officer, perhaps a Lieutnant, then addressed the crowd:
"We come to free your from the tyranny of Esamopian communism! Never will any of you go hungry or be robbed by vicious Esamopian fools, stealing your grain and livestock! From now on you will each have a plot of land and you will be able to sell your surplus on the free market..."
The crowd's noise in getting to the food drowned out the rest of the officer's speech, but none seemed to resent their presence... well no one except Igor.
"Esamopians! ESAMOPIANS!!" Few listened, too many were busy getting the food.
"GIABRA FREELOADERS!" Now that finally got their attention (Giabra is an Esamopian word loosely defined as "despicable, contemptible blackguards (but much more colorful language :lol:." )
"What is it Igor?" Most of the crowd had already received their rations by now, and Igor had been their de facto "leader" when the Esamopian troops were not around.
"Look at you... the Esamopians stole my grain, they stole yours too, but how could you submit to this vile filth! (He pointed at the Reich officer.) How can you eat when our brothers in the cities are still buried under rubble! How can you sing and dance when millions have died?!! HOW CAN YOU CALL YOURSELVES ESAMOPIANS while the enemy stands right before you and you welcome IT with open arms?! (He then picked up a piece of bread and through it on the floor! His stomach threatened to protest, but his will was just too great today!)"
"What did the Esamopian army ever do for us? What did our "brothers" in the cities do but eat our grain and pay nothing for it! Why should we care?" The cries of Igor's rival, Ketranko, were joined by nods and shouts of approval by many.
"Granted! The Esamopians never treated us fairly, but these animals (now pointing at a platoon that assembled... the Reich troops were unsure of what action to take, afraid to make the situation worse they pretended they were busy and stared at their commander.) these ANIMALS butchered millions! Whole cities have burned, the earth is scorched with their blood thirsty rockets, and their troops have ravaged our country!"
"Lies... all lies!" Countered Ketranko, "Who believes the radio? Who believes the doctored images of Esamopian propaganda?" Before Igor could respond, Ketranko continued: "Even if it is true, isn't this what we have wanted all along? The cities were cancerous growths... sores that needed cutting out, even if they bled. They took our food, their armies raped our women and children, and for fun they shot our men! All we have wanted is to farm our produce, to sell our surplus, and to get freedom! The Reich is here for us!"
The shouts of support from the crowd drowned out Igor's rebuttal... It seemed as if the countryside would not protest the Reich's occupation.

OOC: You may proceed to shoot Igor now if you wish... heh.

I will have the city perspective later, gotta study now!

The Reich Commander looked at the man who had so virulently protested and yelled in a theatrical fashion to one of his men who had leveled his rifle on Igor "Don't do anything to him! Offer him some more food. Let him live. He has done nothing but speak his mind and we must let these Esamopians know that they can now speak their mind. King Will is working to install freedom of the press even though it will slander him and is working to install freedom of speech even though it could do him in. We should help these oppressed people not punish them. We should help King Will bring freedom to these people!"

Reich forces had moved in and occupied most of Esamopia by now. Hours after the tanks had rolled through Esamopia city and Dukai, Engineers, Surveyors, and other men involved with the reconstruction came through and examined the devestation planning the new cities to be built on top of the rubble. The same trucks full of food, medical supplies, water, and other necessities rolled into the cities and they began to dispense food. Reich Tanks with bulldozer attachments cleared away huge sections of rubble in the areas where the buildings layed low and set up modular housing for the displaced city dwellers. Probably better than any apartment they had in the god-forsaken place. Medical teams combed the rubble and rescued thousands upon thousands of Esamopians trapped beneath the rubble. The shock on their faces when the first sight they saw by the light of day was a Reich medical officer surely must have been great.

Families in the country agreed to board some of the Reich soldiers and in turn, these soldiers helped the Esamopians to grow their crops, plow the fields, and harvest them. They even helped around the house, fixing barns and things like that, essentially becoming a member of the family. With all the extra help, the peasants would have extra crop to sell and bring in more money and the added rations that the Reich soldier would bring in fed the family better than they had ever been before. Things were good in the country.

The Esamopian Navy, now under Reichskamphian flags began sailing out and retrieving huge shipments of grain, meat, water, and other necessities from the Reich humanitarian aide programme Sors Immanis.

Town Councils were being elected in certain places accross Esamopia and quickly being put in a position of power with Reich overseers.

OOC: Thats all that has happened now.

Two Newspapers that had been closed down by the Communist Governement in the south have been officially reopened by special order of King Will Thompson II and given free reign to write what they wish. It appears both have taken advantage of this opportunity.

The news reporting is so far accurate and concise without bias, but the editorial page is a differant matter alltogether. While both acknowledge that they are grateful to King Will for reopening their establishments, one expresses reservations about the Reich Occupation going so far as to say that, "It is truly sad when our cities have been bombed to the gound we, instead of fighting the attacker, rally around him as a deliverer from evil. The attacker has slain millions and should be held responsible for their actions."

The other paper which is decidedly more friendly to the Reich, has gone on the record as saying, "It is a blessing that the blight of Communism has been removed from our land. And while it is sad that so much had to be destroyed to remove it, sometimes it is necessary to chop down tress to make a bridge. The cities did more damage to the economy and more to accentuate the class structure of the supposedly equal communist society and perhaps, though it is sad so many had to go with them, it is good that they are gone. We only hope that the Reich assists us in preventing the Communists from returning to power and establishing a form of government that is friendly to party members and commoners alike."

In an act of cooperation, and journalistic balance, the editorials of both papers run in each so everyone can get both arguments.