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Manarth

03-12-2003, 17:58

::A Manarthian News Network Reporter is live at Kent, covering the funeral of Primer Malcolm as the missiles hit::

::The attack is brodcast to all Manarth News Network recievers, creating a stir in the country of Manarth::

::An aid to Prime Minister Lincoln runs up and hands him a notice of the attack::

Lincoln: What the hell?

Aid: It's a mess out there. The Federation has erupted into civil war.

Lincoln: No, not now. Not at a time like this.

Get me Gen. Wesley, I need to talk about what actions we can take. Who's in charge over there, in the COC I mean?

Aid: I don't know.

Lincoln: THEN FIND OUT!

Aid: Ok, sir.

Lincoln: WHY DOES THIS HAVE TO HAPPEN NOW!

::As he says this, the missiles begin to hit targets in the city, several strikes the Wainright House, leveling it::

::Lincoln never has time to think another thought as he slippes into blackness::

::5439 civilians dead, about 10,000 wounded. Lincoln is dead, Lars Eddision is dead, Jim Verden is dead, Gen. Lauren Wesley is dead, Admiral Timothy Brians is dead::

::Custer learns about it from his vacation home in Lake Clarke City::

Of the council of clan

03-12-2003, 21:13

Casualty report
7,000+ Dead
15,000 Wounded

2 Carriers Sank at anchor, a whole airbase wiped out(3 fighter wings and a bomber wing)

CoC Council House Destroyed with Upper Council in session.

Bulk of upper Cabinet wiped out.

Heavy damage to the 125th Airbornes and 4th Armored home base.

Acting Premier MacGregor is Dead.

2 auto factories and a shipyard heavily damaged.

Of the council of clan

04-12-2003, 18:41

::An order is Issued from the Desk of Admiral Hilary MacLean to all Ballistic Missile Submarines.::
From: ComSubOnt, ComSubErie, ComSubLant
To: All Ohio Class boats and Variants.

ALL Boats Hull Numbers SSBN-1 through SSBN-42 as well as SSTN-1 through 123 are to return to Headquarters ports at once, they are to surface and run at flank speed.

Signed

Admiral Hilary MacLean
Chief of Staff CoC Naval Forces
Acting Military Commander of Joint Chief of Staff
Hilary MacLean

Of the council of clan

09-12-2003, 18:03

::General Ross Speaking To General MacBeth::

Ross: General, I need those nuclear bombs for my aircraft, I would 6th Armored to hit Londonderry as soon as possible and try to take that arsenal

MacBeth: I can send 2nd Brigade they are already 200Km away and much of that is friendly territory

Ross: Understood but we need those bombs soon before those Major Clan bastards take them away, the EMP warheads are also stored there.

MacBeth: General I understand your concern, but the aquisition of Nuclear weapons is not our #1 Priority, 1st Cavalry is in Aberdeen and in a position to cut off my brigade even if we do get to Londonderry. So I'm ordering 1st and 3rd Heavy Brigades out to smash 1st Cavalry

Ross: General would like my bombers to provide support against 1st Cav?

MacBeth: That would be good, a lot of clusters should disrupt them

Ross: It will be done general

::Ross hangs up the phone and turns to his aide::

Ross: Louis we are going to hit 1st Cav by midafternoon. What can we get up in the air

Louis: 1st and 3rd Squadrons from the 445th should be able to sortie.

Ross: get them in the air and prep the other 4 squadrons to rotate so we can be constantly hitting them.

Louis: Sir what about CAP?

Ross: I don't know what to tell you there Louis other than lets hope there aren't many Enemy fighters and we'll have the element of suprise on the first raid

Louis: Yes sir.

Of the council of clan

10-12-2003, 22:13

::Aboard the FCS Armageddon SSBN-1 Commander Gregory finally gets the burst code transmission he's been waiting for::

Gregory: So they finally got the codes for the missiles. Well lets see what target matrices they sent us ::Looks over the list:: Well i'll be damned.

Gregory: Missile Officer, we are going to fire all 24 missiles, 8 of them bound for Manarth, 8 of the Bound for Edenstein, and 8 bound for Henceland Omega.

::The Armageddon on its patrol station in the Carribean surfaces and opens all 24 launch tubes::

Gregory: Fire!

::1 by 1, 24 Trident II's take to the sky. As the 8 missiles per country near there terminal phase, the MIRV splits and 3 warheads per missile fall. A total of 24 warheads fall on Henceland Omega, all 80 megaton. A total of 24 warheads fall on Edenstein and the same number on Manarth.::

Of the council of clan

10-12-2003, 22:13

Manarth

11-12-2003, 22:01

::As the nukes approach Manarth, PAC-3's are fired at the aproaching warheads. Many hit, obliterating or disabling 20 of the missiles. 4 continue, unaffected by the deffence::

::Two strike Eatsville, obliterating the capital. One hits St. Matthewstown, destroying the airbase there and leveling the city. One hits Quinto city, destroying a large portion of the city, and poisoning the local countryside::

::Prime Minister Custer is killed during the St. Matthewstown attack::

11-12-2003, 22:32

Stella Evans: Kusa once more declairs it's independance from the COC. That is all.

Manarth

14-12-2003, 06:45

::A meeting has begun in an undisclosed location in the outskirts of Lake Clarke City. Invited are several key military figures, civilian leadership of several dozen major and minor cities and Former Press Secretary Mark McMillan. McMillan appears hagrid in appearence, having spent the last several days desperatly trying to bring relief to the embattered capital city of Eatsville. Vandershale is not present, despite being a former Prime Minister, not wanting to abandon his work aiding and organizing the survivors of the St. Matthewstown attack::

::Throughout the next few days, they discuss ways to form a temporary government for Manarth, in an effort to solidify control over their embattered country. Finally, an agreement is struck, as Mayors are given control of civil defences and a temporary central government is set up, with a five man board of executives. Three are from the military, including Gen. Tobias Elliot and two other military commanders, Lt. Gen. Winston Reddingford and Marine General Kelly Jarnicki while the remaining two slots are given to McMillan and Jillian Tan, a former lower house member with many years experience in government::

::Renaming their new temporary government the Republic of Manarth, they begin discussing ways towards the eventual recovery, and what steps needed to be taken to bring this about::

Dubelco

16-12-2003, 08:15

(Mirrored)
*Passing through the Edenstein fleet the battlegroup bound for LOTI makes its way and begins the procedures for moving ships through with Eastern Detroit.*

Manarth

17-12-2003, 22:53

::After several weeks of light skirmishes, the Manarth 5th Cavalry Division has closed in on the rogue COC base 25 km outside of Port Hrabe. Air strikes from the former ruling clans filled 1st Free Manarth Air wing relentlessly bombard the lower clan base, as what remains of the Manarth Navy have already cut off the enterance into the Bay of Hrabe::

::The 4 Regiment in the division are arrayed so that 1 has landed to the west of the base, in the mountains, one to the south, also in the mountains, and one in the east, approaching along the road with elements of the 7th Armored Marine Division. The 203rd Air Cavalry Regiment is held in reserve::

::The leader of the 5th Cavalry Division, Bvt. Major Gen. Peter Sanders, adresses his troops on the eve of the attack::

Sanders: We've all lost some good men over the last few days; hell we've lost alot of family and friends in the recent nuclear attacks. But we will emerge triumphant from the ashes of loss. We will not nuckle under to terrorists and rebels! We will not allow those who want to hurt us to decide what we can and cannot do!

But we will lose some good men and women in the process. Already, we have lost our commander in the attack on Eatsville. Already, we have lost our comrads in skirmishes around the base. But we will not fail because of it. We will succede because their sacrifice will not be in vain!

Let's kill some rebels!

Soldiers: Urra!

::Now on the day of the attack, the forces begin to move in::

Of the council of clan

19-12-2003, 16:44

::At the CoC base in Port Rhabe, Rebel CoC marines have been repulsing the manarthian attacks. Using Rocket assisted 155mm Howitzers they have been pummeling the Manarthian ships in the harbor and the forces closing in the Port. Air strikes have taken a heavy toll, but with 2 wing's of F-35B's defending the base along with Patriot, Avenger and HumRaam SAM's they have inflicted some damage on the attackers. Casualties:

450 Marines(air and artillery bombardment)
14 M1A2 Abrams(engaging cavalry and an organized retreat to the port)
7 F-35's(2 destroyed on ground 5 in the air)
18 M109A5 Paladins
2 Patriot Missile Batteries
12 Avenger Missile Batteries
3 Humraam missile batteries

CoC Minor Clans Naval Assets trapped in the harbor
2 Wasp Class Assault Ships
1 Tarawa Class Assault Ship
3 Burke Destroyers
1 Iowa Class Battleship(not yet secured by the rebels, still battles amongst the crew)

Elements of 174th Marine Armored Regiment form up for a full frontal assault on the Manarthian forces to the east

120 M1A2 Abrams
100 M2 Bradleys
32 M109A5 Paladins
43 AH-1Z Ultra Cobra's

Artillery from the Paladins open up within the city as the tanks move out in a strong armored column. With the bradleys providing flank cover and scouting ahead. The Cobra's zoom on ahead, scouting and hitting any target of oppurtunity with Hellfire missiles and 20mm Cannon fire, each carrying 4 stinger missiles for air-to-air defense.

2 Squadrons of F-35's take off and bombard each of the other manarthian landings using cluster munitions, napalm and laser guided bombs::

Of the council of clan

19-12-2003, 16:50

::6th Armored Division closes in on 1st Cavalry Regiment within the CoC homeland.

6th armored is attacking with
300 M1A2 Abrams
300 M2 Bradleys
150 M109 Paladins
100 M270 MLRS
150 AH-64D Longbow Apaches
100 UH-60 Blackhawks

1st Cav is defending with
100 M1A2 Abrams
100 M3 Bradley Cavalry Scouts
50 M109 Paladins
75 M270 MLRS
180 AH-64D Longbow
24 OH-58 Kiowa Warriors
100 MH-73 Nightowls
12 RAH-66 Commaches

1st Cav is hull down in defensive positions awaiting for the 6th Armored Strike. Artillery duels have been going on to little effect and Helicopters have scored some hits against each oposing force and each other::

Manarth

19-12-2003, 19:03

::The engagement is not going well for the soldiers to the east of the COC base. While the West and Southern flanks are achieving victory, the Eastern soldiers have been pinned down in a vicious firefight with the rebel soldiers::

::As the battle continues, the troops held in reserve rush to support the soldiers to the east of the base::

East Regement: 20% casualties 1 km advance
West Regiment: 3% casualties 2 km advance
South Regiment: 5% casualties 4 km advance
Reserve Regiment: 0% casualties
Armored Cavalry Elements(East): 12% casualties 1 km advance

Of the council of clan

20-12-2003, 02:03

::The 174th Armored Regiment gets its nose bloodied on the east front, having its attempt at breaking out fail. The Column dispearses into a defensive front and attempts to make a stand. Tank traps are being dug and mines layed. The two wings of F-35's run round the clock waves to blunt the assaults. ::

::The FCS Flamberge an Iowa class BB is finally recovered by the major clan forces and opens fire on two of the destroyers at point blank range with its 16 and 5" batteries. Then launching Harpoons at the two wasps. Sinking all four ships within the first 5 minutes.::

::The remaining Burke Destroyer steams at the Flamberge at the max speed it can muster and rams the larger battleship. Causing damage but the battleship is still able uses its big guns, it begins to shell the rebel marine positions.::

Of the council of clan

21-12-2003, 02:51

::6th Armored First opening attack is Blocked by a clever counter move by 1st Cav. The First Brigade of 6th Armored was allowed to advance easily and suddenly a flanking attack cuts 1st Brigade off and encircles them in a pocket. While Rebuffing the rest of 6th Armored Attacks::

Of the council of clan

21-12-2003, 17:50

::6th Armored 1st Brigade::

::Colonel McConville is with his troops completely surrounded by the 1st Cavalry Regiment and Elements of 89th Air Assault Division.::

His Chief of Staff runs up to him

CoS: Sir, we're almost out of supplies and munitions, we haven't been able to bust back out.

McConville: Sh*t, I think we may have to call for a surrender, I don't think we have any choice.

CoS: Sir if we surrender we will have given up over half the combat strength of 6th Armored

McConville: Or we could fight to the last man, starve in droves, and have not one of our 3500 soldiers survive. No, I'm going to ask that Major Clan bastard for surrender terms. Scare me up a white flag.

CoS: Yes Sir.

::Runs off to get a white flag::

Manarth

26-12-2003, 04:48

::The search is not going well in the north, outside of the St. Lawrence river. Lt. Junior Grade J. T. Bowens and his copilot WO "Snake" Fiedler fly their Manarthian made MSW-8-IV helicopter off the coast of greenland::

Snake: Droping active sonar bouy.

Bowens: Damn! Still nothing. That thing could be anywhere by now.

Snake: Got a contact! Musta spooked 'em out! Going at a good pace now, 22, 23 knots or so!

Bowens: Damn, that skipper's pushing the red limits. Radio back to base that we've got a live one.

Snake: Bearing is towards Europe.

Bowens: We've got him. Arming torpedos 1-4.

Snake: Malfunction with 4. We've got a green light on 1-3. Firing!

::3 torpedos fall off the outer rails of the chopper and streak toward the fleeing sup at the speed of 45 knots::

Bowens: Miss with one! Miss with 2! Hit! We've got a hit! Dead behind! Look at it try to snorkle. Musta really f***ed with it's control!

Snake: Mark it's possition, and call in a tomahawk strike. We've got a crusier in range.

::Tomahawk comes in low and cracks the sub with one hit directly in the middle. Some corvettes make a pass and attempt to pick up survivors::

Of the council of clan

26-12-2003, 05:38

::Commander Angus Kimble is up in the conning tower of the Ohio Class Submarine FCS Lucifer's Hammer.::

::a loud ping echoes through the hull suddenly::

Sonar operator: Conn, Sonar we have active sonabuoys and Rotor sounds above us

Kimball: Flank Speed, 15 degree down angle on the planes. Crash dive.

Sonar operator: Conn, sonar, we have 3 splashes and screw sounds from torpedo's.

Kimball: 40 degrees to starboard on the rudder. Weapons, drop decoys

:: two sonar decoys divert 2 of the torpedo's but the third torpedo bores in and impacts directly in the engine room on the starboard side ripping a hole in the hull and flooding the aft section of the sub.::

Kimball: EMERGENCY BLOW!!

::Lucifer's Hammer breaches the surface::

::Kimball climbs up onto the bridge and gets his binoculars out scanning the horizon. while radar is turned on within the sub.::

Radar operator: Bridge, Radar. We have inbound from the west. low level, 500 knots.

::Kimball turns his binoculars to the west just in time to see the tomahawk hit amidships of the submarine::

Kimball: Aw Sh*t

::The Sub breaks in half and Kimball and the bridge crew are flung into the North atlantic.::

Manarth

26-12-2003, 05:47

::A inflatable boat pulls drowning sailors from the sea, as guards cover them with MP-5's::

Marine Crpl: Sir! Got someone important here!

Navy Ensign: Who is he?

Crpl: The skipper of the sub sir!

Ensign: Yes! ::Dances a jig before realizing the marines are watching him:: Um. Very good. Carry on.

Dubelco

26-12-2003, 10:13

*Mirrored*

*Cargo ships carrying relief supplies take off from Dubelcan airfields and make their way towards LOTI heading towards Manarth.*

Telegram:

To: Manarth
From: Dubelco
Statement:
Hope this helps, Merry Christmas!

27-12-2003, 07:54

::Celtic War Lords sends 2 divisions of Army Light Infantry and a fighter wing of F-15's to fight for the Minor Clans in the COC::

Of the council of clan

29-12-2003, 21:05

::Admiral MacLean confers with his aides about the Celtic War Lords intervention.::

MacLean: After all these years, our kinsman, our closest allies, stab us in the back. I think we ought to teach them a lesson.

Aide1: sir we can open up with our remaining 12 Deathraines, the ones carrying emp and Land attack tomahawks. And wreck their country conventionaly.

Aide2: Well, I say we have our submarines and aircraft sink that fleet that just barely got through before the minor clans nuked the locks.

Aide3: Sir, I say we just raze the whole country. Like what we are about to do to the kusoans.

Aide 4: Why don't we have manarth hit them? or even Viert Reich. Lets hit them with everything at our disposal.

Manarth

01-01-2004, 07:47

Manarth News Network Broadcast.

::In Manarth, the new year is celebrated with a decent amount of fanfair and a great amount of security. Whether that security could actually stop an attack isn't questioned, because no attack came::

::The leaders of Manarth have withdrawn from their alliance with CWL, siting their recent support of the minor clans. Mark McMillan in particular, bombasted the CWL leadership for it's decision::

::Rioting erupted between Orthodox and Episcipalian sects of Prophetism in a small city near the radioactive waste that once was Quinto city, due to a disagreement over what to do about the Island of Kusa. Order was restored after the MP's were called in. 5 Orthodox leaders were arrested::

::And the outskirts of St. Matthewstown have been finally salvaged to some degree, although the former city is still radioactive. Former Prime Minister James Vandershale, who had been overseeing the salvage opperations, was quoted as thanking the COC, WPB, Dubelco and Edenstien for their aid and offers of help. He also called for elections to take place soon to decide the new Prime Minister::

Of the council of clan

02-01-2004, 22:18

::From Within Rebel Controlled CoC a Man in Uniform makes a Television Appearance.::

Man: Ladies and Gentlemen of the Clans, this is Lieutenant General Ross, I am in total command of Rebel Air Forces and would like to announce a massive bombing campaign is about to begin. We will be targeting all sorts of Strategic and Tactical targets. This a warning to all workers in Industrial Military Complex. Your jobs are no longer safe and secure. Anyone Working in Railyards, Truckstops, Highways, Dockyards, Warehouses, Factories of War Materials, Ship Construction, Communication including all Television, radio, Telephone, Cellular, and Internet Servers. Do not go to work and we won't kill you all.

Ross: Thank you and good night

::The Transmission ceases::

Manarth

05-01-2004, 20:25

::Kelly Jarnicki(RP) and Jillian Tan(DS) have been elected to the post of Prime Minister and Deputy Prime Minister respectively, as the representatives for the newly reformed Democratic Socialist party/Republican Party political union::

::Manarth News Networks gives a clip of Jarnicki's inaguration speach::

Jarnicki: Ladies and Gentlemen of Manarth! We have suffered much over these last few years, and we will suffer more in the coming months. But we are Manarthians! We will prevail!

::In other news, Mark McMillan has been tapped for the Press Secretary spot, due to his extensive experience handling diplomatic talks. And the leader of the Upper house is Robert Ionia; lower house is Former Prime Minister James Vandershale::

Manarth

05-01-2004, 20:30

::At the COC base on the outskirts of Port Hrabe, neither side has done much for several days now::

::However, from the port at Wellington, two Wasp Class assualt ships begin to ferry troops to the base itself, in preparation for a amphibious assault. Covered by the COC Battleship, the marines make their landing, and the assualt from the Manarthian Cavalry begins anew. Soon, the base is securely in Manarthian hands with heavy casualties on all sides. COC soldiers fight almost to the last man, with only 4 being captured, 1 of which only because he was heavily wounded::

Manarth News Network

06-01-2004, 06:09

Manarth News Network

Top Stories:

-Marine attack on COC base meets with heavy resistance. Victory.

-Kelly Jarnicki elected PM of Manarth. Promises victory over Manarth's enemies.

-COC/HO/Manarth summit to conclude later tonight.

-Celtic War Lords citizens living in Manarth arrested.

-Fighting in COC cools down. A temporary case?

Manarth News Network

06-01-2004, 07:57

::Our own Asian News Reporter Tricia Tokanowa::

::In a flat emotionless voice::

Well John, today Officials from The Greater Federation of The Council of Clan and the People's Republic of Manarth have pulled out Lake Ontario Treaty Organization, citing the incidents of West Palm Beach and Celtic War Lords helping the evil bad dudes and even downright attacking the People of the Peace Loveing Greater Federation and the People's Republic. Also Citing with the treaty of Fei Fong Wong and The Reich Alliance, that LOTO had become redundant and useless. Thank You John. This has been Tricia Tokanowa a A Manarthian News Network Broadcast.

Of the council of clan

07-01-2004, 06:09

This is Council of Clan central news.

Today our top story is the Government's use of tactical Nuclear weapons on the battlefield.

We go now to George Kohanes who is embedded with 1st Cavalry Regiment that lead the Counter-Attack. George?

George: Well Jeffery, starting at 0830 this morning, Council of Clan Air Forces began a Massive Sortie of Aircraft. Which Pounded key rebel positions with nuclear blasts, it is reported at this time 43 small nuclear devices were detonated. Following the detonation Armored units much like 1st Cavalry began a massive offensive at all fronts, achieving no fewer than 3 breakthroughs. Along with that Council of Clan Paratroopers supported by Manarthian Airborne units began landing and retaking several smaller islands. Reports coming in from the front are showing that there are massive amounts of Rebel soldiers surrendering while our armor is running rampant throughout the countryside.

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::From the safety of their harbors, CoC Ohio class subs launch 140 Trident II-D Missiles that split into 8 warheads each that begin to land on the homeland of Celtic War Lords. A total of 1120 warheads.::

Manarth News Network

07-01-2004, 06:53

Steven Grevaldo: This is Steven Grevaldo reporting on location in the former state of the Celtic War Lords. ::Mushroom clouds are visible in the background:: I've been unable to contact the government a....

::Scene cuts back to a woman in a tight dress sitting at the news table, also seated is a man wearing a sports jacket and tie::

Patricia Confelly: I'm afraid we've lost the feed to Steve three hours ago. Our prayers go out to him, and the innocent people of Celtic War Lords.

Arnold Wallace: Well, I think it's about time. Hell, we should have been the ones to do it. You can't just go and betray an ally like that, and expect no response. Nucking them is the best thing the CoC has ever done! Think of the stablility this brings the region. I only hope their smart enough to nuke the Kusoans while their at it.

Confelly: I'm amazed you have the balls to say that. This would have never happened in Manarth, we don't opress people like the High clans do in the CoC.

Wallace: The CoC doesn't oppress the Lower clans, they're...

Confelly: That's all the time we have for today. Join us tomorrow for another installment of Wallace and Confelly, when we have former Press Secretary Thomas Franklin discuss the recent developments in LETI.

Of the council of clan

10-01-2004, 04:08

::Admiral Hilary MacLean is sitting with his advisors and ministers::

MacLean: Jeff how goes the war in Kusa?

Jeff: Well sir, I'm afraid they've pushed us back, they have been using chemical weapons. But with our MOPS protective gear we have taken little casualties due to those weapons. The fighting is grinding down to a stalemate.

MacLean: They have become yet another cancerous cist in the body of this great nation. I think we had better cut them out.

Angus: Sir, do you suggest nuclear annihlation, like we did to Celtic War Lords?

MacLean: No, they are too close to us, and such an attack would adversly affect Manarth. I'm actually thinking of granting them their independence.

::Jaws drop all around the room::

Jeff: Sir, ummm why would we do that?

MacLean: I'm not saying unconditional independance. What i'm thinking is more like the US/Cuba relations after the Spanish American War.

Bonnie: Sir, would that mean no foreign military would be able to base troops in that country?

MacLean: Exactly. This will also show the world that we can be tough and compassionate. We obliterate Celtic War Lords for being treacherous, backstabbing us while in a defensive alliance with us, while we give Kusa Independence because well, its just not worth holding onto that island.

Angus: So sir what shall i do?

MacLean: offer an armistice, the guns stop firing at oh lets say 11 am tommorow. And then open negotiations, lets let them think we are toying with the idea, and offer them much less than we are willing to give.

Angus: I'll make the approriate calls sir.

MacLean: Excellant.....................

Manarth News Network

11-01-2004, 06:33

OOC: Guess what everyone? The Manarth Website has been updated! Yay! Now you can see who is incharge of Manarth, and what towns have been reduced to nuclear rubble without painstakingly looking through thousands of posts!

www.angelfire.com/ns2/manarth.html

Now with a new feature! Treaties! The page now conveniently shows the different treaties Manarth has signed. Hurray! Now we can't conveniently invent a treaty just to join in the fun unless we put it in there first!

Well, that's it for today. And now on to the IC stuff

IC: Now back to the "No Spinning Hard Topics Zone" with Confelly and Wallace!

Patricia Confelly: Hello and welcome to the "Zone." We use the word "Zone" in a vain attempt to latch on to the 18-25 demographic.

Arnold Wallace: As if they'd spend a fraction of time watching us. ::laughs:: Damn Liberal kids.

Confelly: Don't listen to this conservative bozo. Just because we've got a conservative guest on he thinks he's king. Well, here's our guest now, former Press Secretary Thomas Franklin.

::Franklin walks in limping slightly. Wallace gets to his feet and helps Franklin find a seat::

Franklin: It's good to be here Wallace. Nice to see you Confelly.

Confelly: Likewise.

Wallace: So, Franklin, what have you to say about the current state of LETI/LOTI relationships?

Franklin: Frankly Wallace, I could care less about the rest of LOTI, as far as I'm concerned we should be looking out for #1 right now. At the moment, we're fighting a battle in LETI, without much backup, against Eastern Detriot. Our newly appointed head of the navy is still in command of the fleet, which is a completly idiodic move, and our ships are running low on fuel.

Not to mention the fact that we just signed a treaty that can be canceled at any time if we are forced into war with any Bulger 15 nation. I can't argue with the resoning behind becoming allies with HO, but do we really have to sign such a weak treaty to do so?

And then there is the Council of Clan. These guys have single handedly caused the most problems in LETI/LOTI history, and we're not only still allies with them, we're signing another treaty so that we're even more of an ally with them. It frankly boggles my mind.

Confelly: What of the recent reductions in tarrifs for trade?

Franklin: I don't think there's a Manarthian out there that doesn't see that as a good thing, except when it's our tarrifs that are lowered. How is our steel industry going to prevent an influx of cheap CoC steel now? I'm just glad they didn't cut out tarrifs on foriegn automobiles completely.

Wallace: Couldn't agree more. Well that's all the time we have for today. Join us next week when we have Upper House Majority Leader Robert Ionia, a stinking liberal, on the show to discuss foriegn relations with Dubelco and Edenstein. That's it for tonight. Goodbye!

Manarth

12-01-2004, 05:33

::Suddenly, VR vanishes without a trace::

Jarnicki: (On phone with VR emporer) WTF? A dial tone?

::All over Manarth people react with shock as they realize VR is no more::

Of the council of clan

13-01-2004, 00:02

::Elements of the 124th Air Assault, 125th Airborne, and the 3rd mobile Field Command(Engineers and heavy equipment) Land on the lands of Viert Reich. While the Armored and Mechanized divisions stationed in that land spread out and annex the whole Island.::

::At the St. Lawerence Canal, CoC forces move and occupy the lands that Viert Reich Controlled on those lands.::

Henceland Omega

13-01-2004, 04:44

::On the former Viert Reich lands, as CoC soldiers run on to annex it::

CoC soldier: Hey, I thought this land was uninhabited?

CoC Captain: It is, why?

Soldier: Then who's that? ::points to a person sitting in a field::

Captain: I don't know... Halt! Identify yourself!

Person: Oh, I'm just nobody, in fact I was just on my way out... ::The person walks to a small plane::

Captain: Halt! You are ordered to identify yourself!

Person: ::stops before getting on the plane:: Oh, if you insist. ::Flips open a wallet with ID:: I am Commander Ritsuko Yamamoto of Henceland Omega. I was just checking on the status of VR... ::she grins slyly::

Captain: Umm... ::Ritsuko flies away, and identifies herself again for the air division. her plane returns to HO::

Captain:

Of the council of clan

13-01-2004, 05:18

OOC: Three Letters, L-O-L

oh and Steve check your TG's

Manarth News Network

16-01-2004, 06:32

::Patricia Connefly giving the daily broadcast::

Connefly: well today is interesting news in LOTI, Kusa free? For that story we are going to our very own Asian Reporter Tricia Tokanowa who filed this report ::Juts her head towards the camera and starts speaking like she's refering to a 3 year old:: ALL BY HERSELF!!!

::Cuts to tricia Tokanowa::

::In a flat emotionless voice::

Thank you Patricia, Today negotiations between CoC and Kusoan rebels bore new fruit. Kusa will be free, to some degree at least. Council of Clan has put terms down. There will be a ceasefire at 11am tommorow and CoC soldiers will fall back, taking with them all CoC military hardware that the rebels had seized. They will withdraw to a base they are keeping on the island of Kusa in Guantonomo Bay. The Kusoans are granted there independence , the right to self-govern and deal with all matters internal. On external affairs Council of Clan must oversee any treaty negotiated by the Kusoans and with any war the Kusoans wish to prosecute they must first notift CoC of their intentions. And Lastly CoC has reserved the right to intervene with military force any time they deem "Kusaons have threatened CoC Security".

Back to you Pat.

::Switches back to the anchorwoman::

And now in weather we go to Black Weatherman Kurt X, Kurt?

::Switches to a black bald man with a furious face, he jams his head towards the camera::

IT'S GONNA RAIN!!!!!!

::Switches back to the anchorwoman::

Thank you Kurt. And that is Channel 5 Manarth News Network. Good night.

Indian Casino Operator

17-01-2004, 02:53

On the southern shore of Lake Ontario Chief Howling Wolf addresses his people. "This land was ours, then the White Man came and took it, now the White Man has abandoned it, this land is our land." "Start setting up the casinos my strong braves. The White Man's money soon will be ours."

Manarth News Network

18-01-2004, 04:15

Harvey Limbauchter: Today on "Reading is for Liberal Sissies" we discuss the latest liberal propaganda spewed forth from "our" goverment, through their affiliates in the writing community. Today's book is "The Last Days of Tifa Island." A "romance", that is little more than a sickening look at what your government wants you to believe.

In this story, the "heros", a Carinadian woman reporter and an Edenstein businessman, try to survive the "horrors" of Crippleslovanian occupation, while being persued by the "villans" a gross misrepresnetation of a minor Council of Clan military advisor, and a Celtic War Lordian harlot.

Now say it with me!

Audience and Harvey: "READING IS BAD! READING CONTAINS DANGEROUS IDEAS! ONLY READ CONSERVATIVE VIEWS!"

Harvey: Ok. Now on to our next book, a recommended read, "Trators: Why the CoC and Democratic Republican Party is ruining Manarth" by Anna Cooltial.

::Jillian Tan changes the channel as she snuggles up with her husband, Robert::

Jillian: Why do you still watch this crap?

Robert: I just want to see what shit the conservatives are up to. Oh well, we'll watch Edenstein news tomorrow, ok?

Jillian: Ok...

Manarth News Network

18-01-2004, 07:28

Jake Parsons: We'll return to Confelly and Wallace's interview with Former Press Secretary Thomas Franklin in a bit, but now, breaking news.

Manarth and the CoC have anounced that their top secret spacestation, the Lewis and Clark, has been fully preassembled, and that the first launch of it's materials for construction has taken place today from the launchpad at Port Hrabe.

The launch went off without a hitch, bringing the initial living quarters and 10 Manarth and CoC workers. More details will be available later. The only comment we have so far is that Lt. Col. Glen Johnson of the CoC has been named as the current commander of the space station.

Now back to Confelly and Wallace.

Henceland Omega

19-01-2004, 08:19

::In the Hence Palce, the MNN broadcast is seen::

Tempest: This is ridiculous! Misrepresenting the heroism of our people during the Rape of Tifa! Your Henceness we MUST file a protest! And look! Blatantly talking about book reading as bad! We CANNOT stand by idly!

Corran: Oh we can... Freedom of the press, they can say what they want.

Tempest: But this is TERRIBLE!

Nori: Franklin? I wonder what he's up to now... Last time I talked to him he was a bumbling drunk who made me laugh...

Rom: Bah! Preassembled space stuff. Real men don't preassemble things.... Heh heh. Pre"ass"embled... ::Meis chuckles while Luna smacks her forehead::

Ruri: Idiots.

Manarth

20-01-2004, 00:44

::A young army private working in the office of the Press Secretary stumbles while shelving files in a dusty room near the back of the Secretary's library::

PVT Matt Potts: What the hell? Why isn't this floorboard nailed down right?

::He pulls the board up to reveal a small tunnel, leading underneith the library::

Potts: How odd.

::Putting down his papers and pulling out a flashlight, he climbs into the tunnel, getting onto his hands and knees to crawl through the passage. After five minutes of crawling through the seemingly endless passage, he stumbles upon a large room, lit by several halogen lights. Climbing down the ladder, from the tunnel into the room, he sees shelf after shelf of documents and folders::

Potts: What the hell is this place?

::He walks over to the first shelving unit, and pulls out a stapled together leaflet of paper::

Potts: "Plan #32497 for the Impending Revolution and Victory of the Master Race" How strange. Must be a storage area for siezed tratorous plans.

::He replaces the first paper, and pulls out another from slightly further down the wall::

Potts: "Plan #43610b for the Assassination of Carl Wainright." I read something about this. Must have found this on Evans after the war.

::He replaces that paper and turns to leave. But as he does, another booklet catches his eye. He walks over and picks it up, scanning the cover::

Potts: "Plan #71249c-002 for the Dispersal of Nuclear Weapons in Major Manarthian Cities".

::He sits down and begins to read::

Potts: Opperatives in air defence fail to hit nuclear targets fired on St. Matthewstown, Quinto City, and Eatsville... What the hell?

::He continues reading::

Potts: Holy Prophet Quintus!

::Shaking, he replaces the book on the shelf, and picks up the previous paper he had on Carl Wainright. He sits down and skims it quickly, finding the part that shouldn't have been there::

Potts: No. No. This is all wrong. This can't be right.

::Quickly, he replaces the paper, and turns to the almost empty shelf. Grabbing the nearest paper from it he reads::

Potts: "Plan 108943a-112 to Assassinate Prime Minister Jarnicki and Claim Manarth as the Master Nation it Deserves to Be". ::He reads on, his face growing with concern:: The Prime Minister! She's in danger!

::He scuttles up the ladder, and out into the tunnel. Quickly, he replaces the floorboard, and runs to his civilian car, neglecting even to clock out his shift change. With his pedal to the metal, he speads off in his '96 Autoingen Avatar towards the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Indian Casino Operator

21-01-2004, 17:07

Chief Howling Wolf watches as a missile of some sort streaks out of the sky and completely destroys a small sailing vessel off-loading cheap whiskey for the casinos. "Crazy white man." He turns to his number one brave Eagle Eye, "Did you see anything on that missile thing?"
Eagle Eye "Yes sir, it was the Logo of The Corporation of Greater West Palm Test Flights"
Chief Howling Wolf "Send them a smoke signal requesting another cargo vessel in exchange for the one they destroyed. The two fine upstanding enterprising youths are our main suppliers, how they survived is beyond me. Thank the Great Spirit the whiskey was not harmed. Move it off the pier and into the casinos. The cleanup of the canal is proceeding, we can expect more business soon."
Eagle Eyes shakes his head thinking to himself smoke signal indeed and drafts a communiqué to The Corporation of Greater West Palm Test Flights.

Eastern Detroit

22-01-2004, 21:06

*Mohammed Ayatollah Adied and his Entourage get off a plane in West Palm Beach, They head for a Radio Broadcast Center.*

*Mohammed Ayatollah Adied sits in the broadcast booth. And they begin transmitting all through both regions, With a old gravely voice The Leader Speaks in Arabic(the official Language of Eastern Detroit).*

"Fellow Citizens of Eastern Detroit, a great evil has befallen our land, Our former allie Dubelco has stabbed us in the back, they have brought our enemies in Manarth into the fray. And now Infidels occupy our once pure land. Why did Dubelco do this? Because they are the great Satan and they bring greed and debachury to our land. They want to rape our women, enslave our men and exploit our land for all of its natural resources so they can rape and plunder more lands. Never has an Islamic nation have had such a travesty befall it. So at this moment I have declared a Jihad against the Eastern Infidels that are on our own soil. And remember if you die in a struggle against these infidels you will become a matryr and recieve all that entails in the afterlife. They may occupy us, but make this occupation neither Easy or Cheap. Surviving soldiers of the Eastern Detroit army, Prey on the occupiers without mercy. Surviving Sailors of Eastern Detroit, sink any vessel that you see carrying either the Dubelcoan, Manarthian or Council of Clan flag. Surviving Airmen of Eastern Detroit, I will meet with you soon. And remember, Decadent nations such as Manarth, Dubelco and Council of Clan cannot stand casualties and they will pull out if we hurt them in enough, give these soldiers no quarter. Citizens and Soldiers of Eastern Detroit make them PAY!"

Manarth

23-01-2004, 07:13

Manarth News Network

23-01-2004, 07:26

Jake Parsons: We'll return to our series on the Wainright class aircraft carrier in a bit, but now, breaking news.

We have just recieved word that the Prime Minister, Kelly Jarnicki, has arrived safely at a Lake Clarke City police department after an attempted assassination. According to the police department's spokesperson, Jarnicki is in good health, with only a few minor cuts.

Well! I've just now recieved word that we have identified the person responsible for rescuing the Prime Minister. One Pvt 1st class Matt Potts of the Manarthian Army, who lost his life in the process of saving hers. The nation owes this man a debt we will never be able to repay.

Further details are not being released until the police conduct a full investigation, but no group has claimed responsiblity for this attack as of yet. Also, no word yet on the number of attackers, or the names of those guards killed in the attack.

Now we're going live to...

::DPM Jillian Tan quickly switches the TV off::

Robert: Sweet prophet on high!

Jillian: I don't like this, not at all.

Robert: Should we go?

Jillian: I'd like some extra protection right now. Let's go to the police station for a while.

Eastern Detroit

24-01-2004, 04:42

::A man is led into the temporary household of the former leader of Eastern Detroit::

Man: Good day to you. I understand we both want much the same thing. Would you please take a walk and talk with me.

::He turns and walks toward the door::

*A dark Robed man with a mask and a turban on gets up and follows the Man*

*Two guards carrying An-94 Akabans follow.*

Manarth News Network

26-01-2004, 19:12

Announcer: It's time for another... Confelly and Wallace!

Croud: Yaaaaaaaaaay!!!!

Confelly: Today on Confelly and Wallace, former head of the navy and Manarth News correspondant Commodore Cook. But first, the space station.

Wallace: The spacestation being built jointly with the CoC is nearing completion. The space station has had the living quarters, centrifical exercise room, solar collectors, and science lab installed. Still awaiting installation are several key components that have yet to be identified. Three CoC rockets are bringing these parts later today.

Confelly: We both wish the best of luck to the space program. May the prophet bless your path.

Wallace: The Lewis and Clark is expected to be opperational for it's first major experiment in 5 days.

Confelly: Now onto the other news. The marriage of Emporer Ed and Queen Carolyn ::wispers offscreen:: Is that her name? I don't know her name ::regular speach:: Is this a good thing? Wallace?

Wallace: Hell yeah, it's a good thing! We're allies with Edenstein, however much I may dislike them, and that means that their good news is good news for us.

Confelly: And I agree with you, except for the hatred of Edenstien part. Go figure. Nothing like a marriage to bring liberals and conservatives together.

Wallace: So long as it's a man and a woman.

Confelly: What did you say?

Wallace: You heard me you frigid liberal lesbian.

Confelly: Marriage should be permissable by every...

::Jillian Tan turns off the TV::

Robert Tan: At least today no one has died.

Jillian: I guess so. I'm still worried about that attack.

Robert: Don't worry, I can always protect you.

Jillian: You say the sweetest things...

West Palm Beach

28-01-2004, 07:10

Indian Casino Operator

28-01-2004, 19:23

The corporation of Greater West Palm Test Flights offers the sum of 500,000 USD in restitution for the incident. CEO Janikowski appoligizes for the error.
Chief Howling Wolf accepts your generous offer and your most sincere apology.

The Chief turns to Eagle Eyes "Give 100,000 USD to the two young businessmen to purchase themselves a new cargo vessel. Tell them to get busy providing more whiskey. This place is a haven for spies and they need whiskey."

MadderMike

06-02-2004, 14:35

The little coal puffer loaded with Edenstein's finest chuggs through the Welland Canal. Mike and Michelle marvel at the newly constructed canal amid the utter devastation of the surrounding countryside. Mike begins to take pot shots at the helpless three headed frogs, the five legged toads, and the fish trying to climb the walls of the canal.

Indian Casino Operator

08-02-2004, 02:40

Chief Howling Wolf announces this the time for the annual buffalo hunt. All participants will hunt the buffalo wearing only a loincloth and using only a spear with a flint spear point and one flint knife. The last contest resulted in 12 gorings, 37 broken bones and 1 buffalo killed, cooked on an open fire and consumed by the survivors. The winner receives one eagle feather and honorary membership in the Adirondak Bark Eaters Tribe. Only the heartiest will survive this 3 day test.

Manarth

10-02-2004, 07:24

Confelly: It's that time of the decade again! And for once, we've had a PM that hasn't died in office.

Wallace: That's right. But sadly, the Conservative Party has lost this year, beaten out once more by the Democratic Socialist/Democratic Republican coalition. Jarnicki, who has pledged not to run again since the attempt on her life, congratulated the new Prime Minister Zev Killian for winning the election.

Confelly: Zev has stated in his acceptance speach, that he will personally lead Manarth to a new era of peace and stability. His plate is full, what with the recent attacks by Eastern Detroit diehards in Dubelco lands.

Wallace: That's right. Check the Manarthian Government webpage, to learn more about who's who in Manarth.

www.angelfire.com/ns2/manarth/index.html

Manarth

11-02-2004, 06:02

Manarth's Terrel Zimmerman and CoC's Michael O'Conell have showed up in West Palm Beach to talk to the leader in exile of Eastern Detroit. The leader showes up to the meeting in a dark cloak. In a deep booming voice, he begins.

Addid: Welcome. I assume that there's a reason for wasting my time?

Zimmerman: Yes Mr. Addid. We in Manarth are concerned with the recent reemergance of Eastern Detroit units in the hills to the north of our holdings.

Addid: Well, remember that you were involved in subjugating Eastern Detroit. My soldiers can't be blaimed for trying to throw you out.

Zimmerman: That is true, but I think they'd be better served going after only Dubelco. They can't honestly have any hope of sucess, but they'll survive for longer if they dont' have to fight our forces.

O'Conell: And in return, they don't attack us. And no terroist attacks either. In exchange, we'll release those we've captured and take them to the Dubelco border.

Addid: I don't like it, but it does make more sense. Very well. We have a deal.

Zimmerman: Good. We'll be holding inside the border. And if you try anything at all, well, your hosts in West Palm could be bribed to arrange this meeting....

Addid: I see. Well, then it's settled. Good day to you, gentlemen. If you'll excuse me, I've got some sunbathing to do.

Zimmerman: He seemed a bit odd.

O'Conell: Yeah, but with any luck, this'll work.

MadderMike

17-02-2004, 02:56

The MadderMike Silencer class submarine leaves the main port of Indian Casino Operator after stocking up on supplies. OOC: This ain’t no US Navy Dry ship!!!
IC: Captain Mike Paul Jones in command, Admiral Cook recently retired from the Manarthian Navy acting as XO, Navigator and Engineer. The ship’s crew is made up of ancient mercenary mariners from all over the LETI/LOTI area and wet-behind-the-ears MadderMikian sailers. After clearing the 100 fathom line the mighty ship begins to submerge.
After a day or so, as soon as the ship gets into an undersea routine the XO has the crew deploy the trailing wire and come up above a boundary layer at 225 feet.
ADM Cook: "Any contacts out there sonar?"
Sonar: "A lot sir, we’re picking up signals from a significant fleet."
ADM Cook: "Any active sonar?"
Sonar: "Just two over 100 miles out bearing 330 relative sir."
ADM Cook: "Come right to bearing 030."
Helm "Aye Sir, come right to 030."

Manarth

17-02-2004, 07:38

To Robert Ionia
From Zev Killian
Re Blackford Incident

Affective immediately, Blackford is fired from his job as Secretary of Foreign Affairs. His replacement is to be Irving Goldstone.

Clear out Mr. Blackford's desk and drop the contents off at his house. I don't want to see him again.

Zev Killian

Indian Casino Operator

18-02-2004, 01:01

After an erratic, lurching take off the 747 clearly marked with West Palm Beach Test Flights climbs steadily to 35,000 feet. The pilot Anwar Faruk is conversing with the co-pilot Abu Bin Syad.
Anwar "By Allah's hand we have made it."
Abu "That take off was shakey my friend."
Anwar "It was my first one without an instructor. It is a good thing we are getting a lot of money for this."
Abu "What good is money if we can't land?"
Anwar begins reading the landing instructions. Abu is eating sugared dates. After a long wait Abu says "Look there it is! Praise Allah we have reached our target.
The 747 begins a steep descent finally leveling off at 2,000 feet above the wasteland formerly know as Celtic War Lords. Abu pulls back a newly installed lever and ports in the wings begin dumping Edenstein's latest radation eating microbes. Completing two lazy circles around the target point the 747 climbs back to 35,000 feet.
Anwar "We have completed our mission now to rescue our leader."
Abu "Are you nuts? Remember he cut off your brothers head."
Anwar "Just a little infidelity with his sixth wife."

MadderMike

18-02-2004, 01:36

The MadderMike Silencer class submarine slowly approaches periscope depth.
ADM Cook "Up Scope"
The retired ADM does a quick 360 and snaps "Down Scope"
ADM Cook any radar signals
Radio: "Just two faint signals far away."
ADM Cook "Did we get a GPS fix?"
Radio "Yessir we are on target."
CAPT Jones "Lets get those Indians out."
The air lock opens and 6 young Indian Casino Operator men climb in with combined Scuba and Anti-c suits. The air lock shuts and the air is pumped out. The outter door opens and the young men eas out of the lock. They quickly open the wet storage locker and remove a Zodiac boat. Slowly inflating the boat they rise to the surface. With the ease of men accustomed to paddling a boat they get into an easy rhythm. They land on a sandy beach and quickly scale a rock face. On top of the ridge they plant the Slot Machine Flag of Indian Casino Operator into the land formerly known as Celtic War Lords. After an impromptu war dance the young men now known as Braves! climb down and quickly paddle to the rendevous point. The Submarine quickly surfaces a hatch pops open and the 6 young men are hauled aboard. The hatch closes quickly and the sub does an emergency dive.

MadderMike

18-02-2004, 01:37

Dupe
Dupe

MadderMike

18-02-2004, 03:38

OOC: For CoC
IC: The young Mike McGreggor was not getting what he wanted out of the University. He studied hard but there seemed to be no rewards. He decided to join the Navy and see the world. His induction date kept getting delayed and he began to think he would never get in the Navy. The young man took a job in the cheese factory making the thin tasteless slices of cheese wraped in paper thin plastic. Each day he went to work it seemed as if the workers got dumber. He heard so many tales of impossibly fast cars, beautiful easy women, and cases of beer consumed in one evening. Each day it became harder and harder to go to work. He felt like the factory idiots were sucking the life out of him. When they would talk about driving 25 miles in 5 minutes, he could still calculate that would be averaging 300 mph and he would tell them that was impossible. The idiots friends would tell Mike that they saw it. No matter how he explained it they would just call him "College Boy" and believe they could go 300 mph in their souped up Honda Civic. He just knew he was getting dumber by the day. When the youngest woman there, still 10 years his senior, began to hit on him he thought he had reached the bottom of an abyss. Her breath would peel paint off a wall and he subconsiously put his hand over his watch to keep it from breaking when she came near. Each day wore on him he knew he was going to cave in, become a hollow shell of himself. He was so numb he thought he was going to succumb to the wiles of the troll woman. One day telling himself this was the only way he was going to survive he took his .357 magnum out of the gun safe and loaded it. He put the rest of the box of bullets in his pocket. With his head held high for the first time in weeks he walked into the cheese factory and began shooting everyone he saw carefully taking out the bosses first. When everything was quiet again he waited for the cops. He heard the sirens in the distance. They were getting louder, more insistent. He woke with a start, the alarm ringing in his ear, another day of drudgery in the cheese factory.

Of the council of clan

18-02-2004, 15:30

Manarth

18-02-2004, 18:41

Three words... LOL

Of the council of clan

22-02-2004, 04:35

::Outside the Premier's Residence in Kent, CoC Admiral MacLean Is making a Speech.::

Fellow Citizens of The Greater Federation, The election results are in and the new premier has been selected. Reginald Bartlett will assume office on Tuesday, February 24th, at 3:30pm. Premier-Elect Bartlett is the first non-clansman to be elected premier in this nation's great history, Premier-Elect Bartlett's family immigrated from Manarth a hundred years ago. And he has risen to Minister of State. Premier-Elect Bartlett plans on moving our great nation out of the international spotlight, and concentrate on improving our nations standings and consolidating on all of the gains our nation has made in the last few years. The Military will be kept at our current level. And lastly Funf Reich, Viert Reich, Freedom People, and the Balmy Isles are now officially incorporated into The Greater Federation. The residents of those lands shall enjoy the full rights of being citizens of our grand federation.

Thank you all, good night and may the prophet bless your path.

Of the council of clan

22-02-2004, 04:36

Henceland Omega

22-02-2004, 07:09

::Tempest receives word of the recent election and scratches his head::

Tempest: When did Freedom People become part of the Clan Lands? I remember them asking us about them, but even then they were still a free ruling country that just happened to surrender to us...

Maison: ::shrugs:: Well, I would not worry about that too much Master Freemont!

Tempest: Well we should send word to Corran about the election anyway, he may be interested...

Maison: At once my good sir!

Of the council of clan

23-02-2004, 16:12

OOC: I never got an answer from ed or you steve, so just send a bill and kelso will pay it

Holy Shit i leave tomorrow........and i'm engaged :shock: the world is a strange place.

29-02-2004, 05:28

http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=127500&start=0&postdays=0&postorder=asc&highlight=

Manarthian Theater siezed by unnamed terrorists. Guess who's involved?

Fetid Fens

10-03-2004, 00:27

The leader of the Ragnashas, Xerba was sitting in his meeting hall deep underneath the swamps of Fetid Fens. The Ragnashas were getting restless. For 200 years they had been held captive in their caves by the unspeakable Seals. The Masters of Ortah had sent Wizards to push the Ragnasha people into these caves. No matter how hard they tried they could not escape into the night to eat the flesh they so desired. They had tried to dig new tunnels only to find their tools broke repeatedly as they neared the surface, then no one had the strength to lift the tools. They tried to swim out only to drown and the bodies washed back into the caves. They were built to catch and eat the weaklings that called themselves human. The small muscular arms tipped with three inch razor sharp claws, would hold and tear the flesh. Their large canine teeth were meant to rip into the soft bodies. The molars designed like scissors to cut tough flesh, sinew and muscle. The large rear legs designed to leap and run for long distances. Ragnashas had heard themselves described as kangaroos gone mad. These flesh eaters had to resort to eating fungus to survive. The female Ragnasha only became fertile after consuming flesh. To keep the population from dwindling, the old were sacrificed. But things were changing, Xerba felt it. Great explosions had cracked the fabric of magic and the seals were weaker. Soon, he would lead his people up to the surface of Fetid Fens and feast. Soon, Xerba would take his hoards to Ortah and destroy these Wizards. Soon!

Fetid Fens

10-03-2004, 00:37

The apprentice mage was checking signs. Everyday that her master was gone she was to check signs. The master made her repeat the spells, practice on the screeing glass, and read the ancient scrolls with maps and charts. The girl wondered why her master had to go to the Gathering. He had told her it was to pick a new Ur-mage. The Ur-mage was the leader of all mages. The Ur-mage decided the direction of magic in Fetid Fens. The Ur-mage was the intermediary to the other worlds. It made her head hurt. Every morning after she ate, cleaned up and washed the dishes she started the routine of checking the signs. It had been weeks since the old master had gone to the ice caves of the Arctic. Every day was the same. Every sign was always the same, she knew it was a waste of energy to do the checks but she knew the master would find out if she didn’t. But this day was to be different, much different.

Fetid Fens

10-03-2004, 02:57

The young apprentice Dar’Anjlemh started the now familiar chant to check the Seals the vision of the Seals began to swirl around her head the bright red spots marking the entrances on the map now filling the air between her and the tapestry hanging on the wall. There was something wrong! The red of one of the seals was a pale yellow! What did it mean? Where was the Master? Dar’Anjlemh tried to remember what the master said to do if anything changed. There were so many different signs, so many different things one had to do if they were different. Even though it was cool in the upper reaches of the tower she was perspiring. With the map still floating in the air she remembered her notes. Dashing to her study desk she tore open the large notebook. She began to read about the Seals her hands shook as she reread about the Ragnashas. If there was any change in the Seals she had to open the scree mirror to a place called Ortah. Could she do it? What would she say? How long had it been different? What did it mean? Where was the Master?

Fetid Fens

10-03-2004, 14:52

Dar'Anjlemh started the long chant to open the scree mirror. She tried to keep the steady rhythm the master had told her would send the scree to the proper place. As she concentrated on the chant she noticed the pale yellow dot in the map still suspended in the air had changed to white. She kept up the steady beat but now her hands were shaking. While she was glancing at the map the mirror began to fade, where the reflection once was now was a dark abyss. She kept up the chant, literally quaking in her boots. The black of the mirror changed to an interior view of what seemed to be a small cottage. There was no one there. She called out "Hello is anyone there?" She was amazed that she could almost visualize her voice entering the scree and being carried untold distances.

Fetid Fens

10-03-2004, 14:58

Xerba of the Ragnashas could feel the changes in the Seals, he called out for the strongest of the Ragnashas. He told them the time was near. He sent them to a Seal in the farthest reaches of the caves. He told them to dig. They were afraid, but they did not want to become an aphrodisiac either. The went, they dug, the tools did not break, they did not fall from their hands. Xerba thought soon there would be many fertile females.

Fetid Fens

11-03-2004, 03:02

Dar’Anjlemh heard a voice, and then she saw a figure in the scree mirror. The man’s face was so clear she thought she could reach out and touch him. She knew better then to touch the active scree mirror, it was an invitation to disaster. She didn’t know quite where to start. She remembered her manners, taught to her at her mother’s knee. She began "Hello, my name is Dar’Anjlemh, I am apprenticed to D' Nerbahltan master mage, of Fetid Fens......He is away......He is going to elect an Ur-Mage.....I am supposed to check the signs.....I have been checking them everyday like I was told.....the Seals always showed up in red, but today one was yellow....now it is white....I looked in my book....it said the Ragnashas.... they they they could get out of the caves. The Ragnashas are the sworn enemies of Ortah....My book said to notify the Ortah and they would send a hero....It said...he who appears in the scree was the Chosen one and and and he would kill the Ragnashas and put them back into the ground....I....I...." thud, she fainted.

Fetid Fens

12-03-2004, 05:27

Xerba of the Ragnashas knew the time was nearing, The crack in the fabric of the Seals was widening. He urged his workers on, a slash here, a bite there and progress was being made. Soon he would smell the night air, soon he would taste flesh, soon he would spread terror into the night. After the feasting he would take his fifty best warriors and travel to Ortah. There he would end the magic that kept his people enslaved.

Fetid Fens

12-03-2004, 05:46

Dar’Anjlemh woke up she was on the floor and her head ached. The map was still hovering in the air. The white spot was now bright green. The scree mirror was silent again reflecting the stone walls of the tower. She must warn her aunt and cousin. She had never summoned a bog wolf message carrier. She wrote a hurried message explaining about the Ragnashas, the hero from Ortah, and the only way to save the two of them was to use her great uncle's Sword of Tears. He had to travel to Ortah and find the hero and present the sword to the hero. He had to do it before the Ragnashas got there. She said he must take her aunt in order to save her.
Dar’Anjlemh went to the base of the tower and opened the huge door. There she slowly calmed herself down and began to enter a trance. The tendrils of her mind reached out into the swamps. She felt the tug of a bog wolf, she began to call to him. She felt him running towards her. Would he deliver the message or kill her, she wasn't sure. Soon he appeared out of the mists. The bog wolf was as high at the shoulder as she was tall. She knew he had traveled many kilometers yet he was barely panting. Reaching up she carefully tied the note to his neck. With the tendrils of her mind she showed him her aunts cabin. She gave the bog wolf an image of her cousin. She hoped the wolf understood what she wanted. She released herself from the trance and the bog wolf took off. She closed the massive doors, set the most powerful ward she knew on the doors and the tower itself.

Manarth

12-03-2004, 07:56

OOC: Since when did LOTI turn into a hotbead of magic? Oh well, it's the most activity this old thread has had in quite some time. Plus I like the story so far.

Fetid Fens

12-03-2004, 15:31

Xerba of the Ragnashas could feel the Seal weakening, NOW was the time. He urged his workers on. several fell to the weak but still working Seal but they were getting closer. With a deafening crack the Seal was breached. The Ragnashas were free again! There was a rush of Ragnashas out of the caves. Xerba tried to keep them organized into a more effective attack, but they were consumed with bloodlust. The unfortunate small village they first encountered was destroyed. All of the unfortunate inhabitants were killed and half consumed. The Ragnashas began to fan out. Xerba had his fill, he was satiated and needed to gather his warriors to get to Ortah. They were close to the shore. Xerba gathered 11 males and 3 females on a sandy beach. They linked arms and began to hum. The combined energy of the Ragnashas went out into the lake. After several hours just before daybreak a leviathan loomed just offshore. The little band of Ragnashas swam out to the whale like creature. They climbed onto its back. The small band of Ragnashas quickly opened a fold of skin and blubber, inside was a small chamber. The Ragnashas settled in to digest their evil meals. Xerba sent the destination to the tiny brain of the leviathan. With powerful muscles the huge beast made for the Welland canal.

Fetid Fens

12-03-2004, 15:58

Dar'Anjlemh's cousin Denth' Arbula was getting settled in for the night. He had felt a rift in the magic on the other side of the mountain. Something was amiss. Though he was very attuned to magic it was his curse that his memory was not good enough to remember the long spells needed to work great magic. The title Denth' usually meant someone with a tiny spark of magic, he could draw huge amounts of energy but he very seldom remembered the entire spell or he improvised, always with disastrous results. He felt the bog wolf at least two kilometers away. He soon realized it was headed towards his small cabin. This could only mean one thing--his cousin was in trouble. He dressed in his battle dress and woke his mother. He went outside to meet the bog wolf. The great beast quickly recognized the person to deliver the message to. The bog wolf walked right up to Denth' Arbula and rubbed his massive head across Denth' Arbula's chest. Denth' Arbula saw the note and untied it. He gave the wolf two rabbits he had killed for the next days meal. With two bites the meal was gone and so was the wolf. Denth' Arbula read the note. He showed it to his mother. She went to the mantle of the fireplace and opened a secret panel. Inside was a large sword glowing with an internal blue light. She spoke "The Ragnashas are loose. We have to get to Ortah."
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The two quickly packed and headed towards the ruined keep on top of the nearby ridge. There they met a wizened old lady. Denth' Arbula always suspected she had some elf blood in her. They showed her the note and the sword. The aged one nodded and took Denth' Arbula's hand. She would need his power, combined with her skill, she would be able to complete her task. Coaxed by the power still resident in the old women Denth' Arbula began to draw power from the very soul of the land. With her guiding him he drew even more power than he thought possible. She began a long chant in a language he did not know. It seemed like hours they stood there together, one drawing power the other using it. He felt rather then saw something huge, very far off. As the creature drew near he could sense the energy possessed by the beast. IT WAS A DRAGON!!

Manarth

02-04-2004, 06:50

Hans Jakeway: Are you sure this is such a good idea?

Marcus McMillian II: Listen, my father's death is the perfect time to do this. He was always a goody two shoes who never could sieze the oppertunity. You know he botched everything from the beginning. But now, I think we can pull this off.

Jakeway: Yeah, I remember hearing about how he could never seem to follow through with his plans.

McMillian II: Well, no more of that. I need your help though. We're three votes from taking control of the upper house, and I'm counting on you to swing them.

Jakeway: Don't worry, there's people who owe me big for their spots in parliament.

McMillian II: Good. My father will be dead soon, and I'll be in position to take control of Manarth.

Jakeway: I might be a bit presumptious asking this... but Franklin?

McMillian II: What you don't know, can't hurt you. He's old too. I don't think he'll live long enough to be involved in this.

Jakeway: I... see. Well, you're father's death will be the signal then.

McMillian: And how fitting, that both should die on such a holy day.

Manarth

02-04-2004, 06:57

::All throughout Manarth, preparations are being made for the Anniversery of Rememberance; the day Manarthians honor the soldiers and veterans of their wars. Instituted in the year after the Manarthian Civil War, it serves as a reminder of the threat centralized power...

But nowadays it is more of a festival, than a patriotic hommage to democracy and civil rights. Few remembered the days of Evans and his loyal generals, and fewer still faught amoung their ranks. The last two icons of the era, Mark McMillan and Thomas Franklin, are pushing a hundred.::

Manarth

04-04-2004, 01:05

::With the death of Thomas Franklin, the long time Minority leader and Manarthian mainstay, a vacancy has opened for a new leader in the Upper House. Mark McMillian II, the conservative son of Mark McMillian I has been appointed as the Conservative party replacement for Franklin, some believe out of simpathy for the recent death of his father::

::It was somehow poetic that the two opponents, both politically and otherwise, happened to die on one of the most politically significant days of the year::

Manarth

08-04-2004, 04:52

Cornfelly: It's election time in Manarth once more.

Wallace: And the prophetless liberals look to take the Upper House once more. *sigh*

Cornfelly: Results so far, Democratic Republicans 5 members, Radical Liberals 1 member, Al Abed Asif (ED) (Part of DS party) 1 member, Conservative 6 members, Democratic Socialists 7 members.

Wallace: And the DR and DS block in the senate is 60%. So you can expect more than the one they need to hold the place.

Confelly: Breaking news... It seemes the Lower House has voted, and... What the F***!

Wallace: Yes! Conservatives and Democratic Republicans have formed a last minute deal! Giving the new C/DR block 65% control of the lower house and a 16 member block in the Upper House!

Confelly: Unpresidented folks, it looks as though we will have a conservative PM for only the third time ever.

Wallace: Now let's not rush to conclusions, it could be a trick by the DR to get one of their more moderate guys in power.

Confelly: Well, let's see the voting in the Upper House...

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PM Zev Killian: And the votes are as follows...

Killian: 8
Bradshaw: 1
McMillian: 15
Ionia: 1

Congratulations Mark McMillian II, you are Manarth's new Prime Minister.

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Confelly: Amazing, Mark McMillian II, son of the legondary Mark McMillian, a former DR party member, is elected on the conservative ticket, with DR votes of simpathy for his father's death.

Wallace: *Grinning ear to ear* And so the son of a Eastern Detroitian imigrant and a Council of Clanian imigrant is now in charge of the great country of Manarth. Should be fun to watch.

Confelly: That's all for now, join us next week when we go over his selections for office. This has been Confelly and Wallace.

Fetid Fens

20-04-2004, 15:36

In the southern peninsula of Fetid Fens the Ragnashas have been ravaging the small towns along the Swamp Gas Mountains. The wizards, sorcerers, hedge wizards, bush sorcerers and anyone else not at the wizards conventions have been working to contain the Ragnashas. They have set up an invisible wall that is holding the onslaught from entering the city of Miresburg. They are weakening from their efforts and the Ragnashas seem to be tireless, attacking at every perceived weak spot.

Dar'Anjlemh hopes the Hero from Ortah arrives soon. The Ragnashas appear to have a new leader, Brineth. Brineth is as ruthless as the former leader Xerba.

Balderonia

22-04-2004, 02:07

Greetings to the world from Duke Patrick I. I hope that my Grand Duchy and your nations can live in peace and prosperity.

Ortah

25-04-2004, 18:54

::The Chosen Hero exited the Manarthian sub on the beach of Fetid Fens, sword in hand::

Hero: Come on you guys, can't you refer to me by my real name? It's not like what I'm called really matters.

Soldier: No, we cannot. We've told you countless times, if the demons overheard us say your name, they'd have imense power over you.

Hero: Well, okay, but I don't like it.

::Walking along the beach towards a small town, smoking from a recent battle, they come upon a clump of Ragnashas feeding on the chared corpses of the towns people::

Fetid Fens

26-04-2004, 03:01

Dar’Anjlemh had set the wards on the tower and temporarily moved to Miresburg to help with the invisible wall to protect the city. She had received the strangest message from the Imperial Palace. The good news was that the Hero from Ortah was on his way. The strange part of the message was he was on a mechanical levithan.

She asked the old half-elf woman if that was possible. The old woman mearly shrugged her shoulders and Dar’Anjlemh was left to wonder if the woman knew about such things or simply dismissed them from her mind.

Brineth, leader of the Ragnashas was directing the attack on the shimmering wall stopping any progress towards the human city. Almost all of the Ragnasha women were with cubs, but the humans have been taking a toll on the Ragnashas. These new weapons that throw little spears through the air have been injuring many Ragnashas. He wanted to tear into the city and push the humans off the peninsula. With a little rest the population of Ragnashas would double soon.

Brineth felt something it caused the hair on his neck to rise, it felt very similar to what he felt before a mating battle but different. If he had known the emotion of fear, he would have know what he was feeling.

For the first time in almost two centuries a Hero from Ortah was walking on Fetid Fen soil. Brineth should have been looking for a place to protect the women and a good place to battle. Brineth was very big for a Ragnasha, he was an excellent fighter both of Ragnashas and of humans. This is a necessary quality to be a leader of the Ragnashas, but it is not the sole quality, intellegence is also a very desirable character trait, one that Bineth was sadly lacking.

The small band of Ragnashas looked up from their feast and noticed a human standing nearby. This human looked different, and he didn't seem to be cowering in fear of the Ragnashas. They didn't care, their bellies were full, their minds empty. They started towards the swordsman walking along the beach.

E-C-N Corporation

13-05-2004, 23:13

E-C-N Corporation has just set up on a rocky spit of land 30 miles off the coast of West Palm Beach. The only structure on the Island is an 18th century chateau, Chateau Castor Peau, built by the French during the fur wars in the early 1700s. There is a very modern pier with fuel, electric, steam and potable water hookups.

No matter what the population stats say the real population is stable at 1,500 people give or take a few operatives. They all live in the chateau or the underground training facilities.

The amount of antennas on the island is impressive.

The CEO of the E-C-N Corporation, Aldolpho Locoaleman, is in the topmost room of the highest turret in the Chateau Castor Peau. Aldolpho is a slender man about 5' 8" with hazel eyes and dark brown hair. He is a ruthless man and has risen to the top of El-Cosa-Nazi by murder, mayhem, and coldblooded slaughter. He is talking with his number two Ranceed Carne.

Aldolpho is agitated and he says "That butcher of Manarth is now in power. He tried several times to wipe us out when he was Assistant to the Under Secretary of Improbable Intelligence for all of Manarth. I want you to plan the perfect assassination and then one of the Aryan race will be declared leader of Manarth.

Aldolpho dismisses Ranceed with a wave of his hand. He pushes a button on his desk and deep in the recesses of the Chateau a buzzer rings. Aldolpho says into the intercom "I want a liter of lager, now."

Robonea

24-05-2004, 03:26

::looks around the new area::

Hmm I guess this is ok... kind of quiet though. Maybe I should get my benders to stir things up.

New Edenstein

24-05-2004, 05:10

*In Lake Ontario, a few boat loads of Edensteinians land on a small deserted Island. They unload their supply ships of building materials, food stuffs and also armaments, (There is a war going on afterall) They begin setting up a city, New Linux, on theri new residence*

Colonist 1: Wow, I can't belive Edenstein granted charters to set up a colony outside of LETI

Colonist 2: Well I'm sure they have their reasons..

Colonist 3: GET TO WORK!!! WE NEED TO GET THIS STUFF DONE!

*They go back to what they where working on*

Fetid Fens

25-05-2004, 21:18

Featherstones America

27-05-2004, 04:37

::Jake Featherstone is having a radio broadcast::

Jake Featherstone: Congratulations to Mike of Mike and Mike Shipping for being elected Prime Minister... I know a thing or two about how rough it is to run for office.

As for the illegal actions taken by Mark McMillian II at his meating with the Dubelco leadership, and the harsh action taken by Manarth against our ally Dubelco, we are moving forces out of our naval base in Southern Carolina to blockade the Manarthian Port of Hrabe.

The 2nd Naval Submarine Task Force along with the Lee and Jackson Carrier Battle Groups will be on station to prevent ANY ship from entering and leaving the port without a prior search by CSA officals.

Manarth has been an outlaw in this region for too long. It's about time someone stood up to their lawless ways. We applaud the people of Dubelco for their efforts.

West Palm Beach

27-05-2004, 05:08

OOC: I decided to take a bit of initiative Mike, to get things moving along...

Aboard Flight 612

Pilot: Flight control, this is flight 612 enroute to Foxtrot Alpha "North Bank".

Manarth Ground Control: Roger that. What is your origin, and flag?

Pilot: CSA mainland and West Palm respectively. Cargo of fresh fruits from the mainland to the settlers their. Taste of home.

MGC: Okay, enough chatter. You're clear, but only because you're WPB. But no deviations off your normal flight plan, or you'll be intercepted. Is that clear?

Pilot: Perfectly clear. No worries here. Over and out.

Copilot: Hey buddy, we're about 20 minutes from the best drop you're going to get on this budget, so get your gear and get ready to land.

Shadowy man: Okay.

::As they fly over Old St. Matthewstown, the Pilot turns back to the man::

Pilot: This is about the best we can do. We should be on about the outskirts of the lingering radiation, as long as you don't linger, you should be AOK. Nothing much lives around these parts. From there, it's a short ride to Lake Clarke City.

Copilot: Best of luck. I'm rooting for you, whatever you're doing.

::The man grabs his gear and jumps overboard, into the swirling wind::

Manarth

27-05-2004, 05:17

Jenkins: We hereby recognize the countries of New Edenstein, Samtopia, and Robonea. We offer diplomatic ties to each. In addition, we offer a military alliance to Robonea in order to build their armed forces to be somewhat mediocre in battle.

Already, we have begun shipping our out of date AK-74 rifles to Robonea and a full shipment of 16 COC built Mongoose class PT boats is expected within the LETI week. (Seven LOTI Years or One Real Life Week for you new people).

Other armor and aircraft will be shipped shortly. Robonea, as our ally, is paying for the cost of building and shipping, and nothing more. That is all.

New Edenstein

27-05-2004, 06:34

*President Charlsburg, they newly elected president of New Edenstein recieves the message from Manarth and talks to his vice president*

Charlsburg: So.. we've been offered diplomatic ties to Manarth, what should we do? This is the first move our country has really made..

*The VP looks out the window at the massive Stone walls that are being built around New Linux to keep out the Native island people and the wild animals, according to the paper, 7 people the previous night had been hauled off either by the natives or by wild animals*

VP: Well Lets put it to the Duma, see what they say...

*The bill goes to the Duma and is debated hotly on the floor, wheter to stay neutral or open ties with Manarth, in the lower Duma one of the loudest in opposistion to the ties, Representative Haup speaks on the floor, The camera from ENN News affiliate zooms in on him at the podium*

Rep Haup: We can not allow ourselves to become tied down like the mother country! Look at how much trouble has come from treaties and being involved in every little affair of the region! WHAT GOOD HAS COME OF IT!! 12 WARS IN ONE YEAR!!! SENDING OUR SOLDIERS OUT TO DIE IN A GOD FORSAKEN LAND! *he taks a sip of water* That is why we can not accept diplomatic ties....

*Another Representative stands up and walks to the podium, on ENN the screen flashes with Representative David Shariff T Linux*

Rep Sharif: As the esteemed representative knows,. Edenstein has left us to our own devices.. we are essentialy alone, we are in a foreign region with no friends. This is the perfect opportunity to bolster our posistion and gain a much needed foothold in this region. Trade, technology and culture exchange agreements with the nations in this region will help bolster out our posistion....

*He steps down and the electronic voting begins. The voting ends and the results are flashed on the screen*

Bill for opening diplomatic relations with Manarth

T R
For 30 15
Against 5 10

LD Bill #12 Passes

*A comminque is sent to Manarth for a request for diplomatic relations*

Manarth

27-05-2004, 15:53

MadderMike

27-05-2004, 18:25

MadderMike

27-05-2004, 18:27

Mike of Mike and Mike Shipping sends a communiqué to Jake Featherstones, thanking him for the congratulatory message and says that stopping any MadderMikian vessel in international waters will be considered an act of war.

Two container ships flying the Crossed Pistol flag of MadderMike head towards the Manarthian Port of Hrabe. They are carrying refurbished aircraft engines and other assorted aircraft parts. They are accompanied by two arsenal ships the MMS Anxiety and the MMS Panic Attack undersea they are accompanied by the MMS Schizophrenia a silencer class submarine and the MMS Psychotic Disorders a Seawolf class submarine.

250 miles back are units of the 7th "Crazy Ivans" fleet, and the First and a Half "Moronic Imbeciles" fleet.

MadderMike

27-05-2004, 18:48

MadderMike

27-05-2004, 18:49

Dupe Dupe

Manarth

27-05-2004, 22:42

Diego Jenkins cominique to the Duma of New Edenstein

We understand your strong desire to remain neutral in international affairs. Manarth wishes no binding ties with your country, but simply the peace, prosperity and goodwill that has long been a part of LOTI.

As such, we would like to propose an embassy exchange, and prefered trade status. This will allow your people to bypass Manarthian customs without the same trouble someone from, say, Dubelco controlled Eastern Detroit would. We understand your desire to exist as an individual entity in a cluster of lakes that is dominated by too few superpowers, and we vow to respect that freedom.

May the Prophet bless both our people.

Diego Jenkins
Acting Prime Minster of Manarth

Manarth

27-05-2004, 22:42

Double your pleasure, double your fun.
That's the statement of the great mint in double post gum.

E-C-N Corporation

28-05-2004, 18:26

Aboard Flight 612

::As they fly over Old St. Matthewstown, the Pilot turns back to the man::

Pilot: This is about the best we can do. We should be on about the outskirts of the lingering radiation, as long as you don't linger, you should be AOK. Nothing much lives around these parts. From there, it's a short ride to Lake Clarke City.

Copilot: Best of luck. I'm rooting for you, whatever you're doing.

::The man grabs his gear and jumps overboard, into the swirling wind::

The shadowy man guides the parachute down to a safe landing in the middle of an empty 4 lane highway. This place is creepy. He thinks. There are no cars, people, it is quiet with nothing but a slight breeze blowing. It's a short ride the pilot said -- "hah you need a vehicle first" the man says to himself. He loads the TAC-50 onto his shoulder and begins walking down the highway.

After about 6 kilometers he finds an abandoned car and it looks like it might run. There is a skeleton in the drivers seat. The man sweeps the bones out of the car and tries to start it. It acts like a dead battery. The car is on a slight incline so the man pushes it down hill and manages to jump start the engine. It runs erraticaly belching smoke out of the exhaust.

It will do until something better comes along/ he mulls. He finds himself running over 3 headed toads for sport along the way.

The man, Pierre Le Pom, has been talking to the voice in his head for about 6 months now. "I'm going to find the perfect place to do this job"

"I know, I know, but he just took over as Head-of-State he won't know much about security."

Pierre chuggs into the seedier outskirts of Lake Clark City and finds a used car lot. As soon as he pulls into the lot an oily looking salesman comes out to greet him. The salesman steps back with furtive glances around him when he sees the rather large TAC-50.

Pierre tells the man to come closer, he wants a car that doesn't smoke as much. "A deal is a deal" the salesman shrugs and asks how much Pierre wants to spend.

Pierre answers "The voice in my head says $200 is about right for that beat up VW Bug."

The salesman usually an excellent bargainer decides a man with a huge sniper rifle and talking to voices in his head should be handled with care and quickly. "You have a deal, sir"

Pierre says "Good put some temporary plates on this baby and I will be out of here." He pays the man $200, glues the temporary plate in the back window. He askes how to get to the government offices in Lake Clark City. Against his better judgement the salesman tells Pierre how to get there. Pierre takes off.

E-C-N Corporation

28-05-2004, 18:27

I was duped the salesman said

New Edenstein

28-05-2004, 19:09

To: Diego Jenkins, Acting Prime Minister of Manarth
From: President Astrale Charlsburg
Speaker of the Duma Sonet
Re: Embassy Exchange

Greetings,

An exchange in embassys is quite welcome, we welcome the chance to open ties to a nation that has been friendly with the mother country, we have begun work here in New Linux on an Embassy for your people. The Prefered trade status will help us to improve our economy and improve the quality of life in our new nation.

Astrale Charlsburg
President of New Edenstein

E-C-N Corporation

28-05-2004, 21:35

In Lake Clark City

Pierre Le Pom parks the VW bug in a side street and pulls out his duffel bag, he quickly snaps a few pieces of plastic around the TAC-50 and some more around the large noise suppressor. He buckles a large foam, velcro adorned "Soft cast" onto his foot. Using the camouflaged rifle parts as crutches he hobbles down the alleyway.

He starts muttering to himself "Diego Jenkins, the job is Diego Jenkins" after a slight pause where Pierre seems to be listening to someone. He continues "Of course the one in Manarth, not the one in New Edenstein" another pause "No, he didn't say which one, it has to be Manarth."

Pierre finds a convenient bush overlooking the main street and more importantly the steps of a large government building often used by the Prime Minister of Manarth to make political announcements.

Pierre starts another conversation with no-one around him "Yes, I know they sometimes use this building right next to us" a pause "This gives us the best shot and it is only 1200 meters to the steps." a longer pause "If they show up next to us we will deal with it. Don't worry, we can handle this, and quit shouting at me." He settles in behind the thick bushes and sets up the MAC-50, attaching the noise suppressor. He says to the bush "Nobody will suspect a cripple could do an assassination. We will get out of here don't worry."

New Edenstein

29-05-2004, 06:09

*President Charlesburg and Vice President Astair pace around the presidents office, they had recieved a telegram earlier in the day stating that Undersecratary Ulonovich from the divison of Expansion and Colonization had requested an urgent meeting with the two of them to discuss topics of "Dire Importance", natrualy since they had only been in office for a few days/years they saw this as a major upheaval... they both almost jump out of their shoes as the secratary buzzes them*

Jane: Sir's the Undersecratary is here to see you..

Charlesburg: Send him in...

*Undersecretay Ulonovich walks in wearing a military uniform, he takes off his hat and puts in under is arm as he shakes the two mens hands*

Ulonovich: Gentleman, sorry I am a little late, it appears your country has not installed an airstrip capable of landing the HALO shuttles at, you will have to upgrade your stips when we begin to move in troops and heavy equipment such as tanks and dry dock facilities...

Charlesburg: Well.. yeah.. umm... we'll talk about that latter..

Astair: Sir what was it that you needed to speak to us so urgently about.

Ulonovich: I see getting down to buisness... Well we in Edenstein are concerned about the course that this colony has taken... the trade agreement with Manarth should of been forwarded to our office.

Charlesburg: Well sir, it is of concern to us, and our immediate well being, and we figured that letting the people decide what course to take..

Ulonovich: Don't you see... the people don't know whats good for them... I noticed in the voting results there was opposistion to it... That is not good government policy

Astair: There was opposistion.. because the people representatives where opposed to it... obviously they thought that a treaty was a bad idea...

*Ulonovich turns and looks out the window.. and sees that the walls surrounding New Linux are nearing completion*
Ulonovich: Well, then you must silence that opposistion, Your jobs are here to make the people think that they have a voice... make appearances at shopping malls, kiss babies and what not... all matters of international relations and domestic issues are to be forwarded to our office for the *turns and looks at the two men* Proper authorities to decide...

*Astair's face turns a deep shade of red... Charlesburg's jaw drops*

Astair: With all do respect Undersecretary, we are here because the people voted for us... to look out for THEIR intrests... we will continue to do so... we left the LETI region because our people where feeling like their voices where not being heard....and it is obvious today.. that we where right in that assumption...

Ulonovich: Well sir... need I remind you that you are STILL Citizens of Edenstein, and are under a charter that was given by the governmnet to settle here....

Charlesburg: Now Undersecratary, we have been overworked as of late setting up all the vestiages of the government, and VP Astair has been under considerable stress....

Ulonovich: I understand....*He puts his hat back on* You will have a report within the afternoon as to your duties and responsibilities... good day gentleman... *Ulonovich turns and opens the door from the office and returns back to Edenstein, the President and the VP remain in the office*

Charlesburg: I think I'm begining to see why the government gave us our charter in this region...

Astair: Yes it has become very painfully obvious....

Manarth

29-05-2004, 17:44

In Lake Clarke City

Diego Jenkins, acting prime minister, is holding his first major press conference to discuss current relations with Featherstones America (CSA or FA for you new people) and the newer nations of LOTI. A gruff but short man, he'd gained noteriety as a fighter pilot, and the first Manarthian in space (Aboard a CoC spaceship, but no one really remembers that).

He is accompanied by Robert Ionia, the current Chief of Military Operations, and Press Secretary Howard Ansley as well as the military leaders of most of the locally based units (for PR).

As for guards, Jenkins has four marines as part of his honor guard. In addition, marines and army MPs have set up a perimiter and are checking the identity and cargo of anyone entering the area.

As the Marines patrol, they ignore the crippled man who is already there, everyone assuming someone else has delt with him.

Ansley: Ladies and gentlemen, collected members of the press... We are under some serious stress as of late, but we are doing everything we can to make sure everything is running smoothly....

His speach goes on, meanwhile, inside the building, Jenkins and Ionia are argueing...

Jenkins: We can not attack Featherstones America! They are doing what is purely within their right as a nation, and I will not risk alienating a LOTI nation. Plus there's Dubelco!

Ionia: I don't care, Dubelco kidnapped our PM, and we can't just let it slide like nothing's happened. What if they brought him out, put a gun to his head, and forced him to sign a treaty requiring Manarth to surrender? The people would follow it. See if they don't. But with an enemy, you see, we can galvenize the public. And what better enemy that a big old scary dictatorship in our own back yard, and a big scary dictatorship in big scary LETI?

Jenkins: I will not throw away the lives of my countrymen and women to satisfy some sick sense of revenge.

Ansley: And now the acting Prime Minster Diego Jenkins will say a few words...

Jenkins: Listen, after the speach I'll let you in on a secret. You're the CMO, you probubly should have known from the start. We just can't risk letting everyone know about this.

Ionia: Okay, then get the hell out there.

Jenkins walks up to the podium and begins his speach.

Samotopia

29-05-2004, 20:31

*Tag*

E-C-N Corporation

30-05-2004, 16:35

In Lake Clarke City

Pierre sees the Manarthian acting Prime Minister Diego Jenkins appear at the podium. "Yes, Yes I see him." Pierre says to the voice in his head. He lines up the shot and again argues with the voice in his head. "A head shot is better, there is no doubt." after a slight pause "Ok, if you insist center body mass it is."

Pierre waits until there is a clean shot and holding his breath and timing the shot between heartbeats he squeezes off a shot from the TAC-50. The noise suppressor does its job, but there still is a loud thwapp and the unmistakable crack of the projectile breaking the sound barrier.

Manarth

31-05-2004, 05:07

Lake Clarke City

Jenkins: It is with a heavy heart that I adress you today, for...

CRACK

Unfortunately, the shot wasn't perfect. Unfortunatley for Diego Jenkins, because it hit his right shoulder, and the high power bullet tore his arm completely off, sending him spinning one way and the arm another.

His heart stopped from the trauma.

As he went down, the four marines standing guard around him threw themselves between their idea of where the shooter was, and the now deceased acting PM.

Inside

Ionia: Prophet allknowing! What the f*** just happened?

E-C-N Corporation

31-05-2004, 05:43

Lake Clarke City

Pierre snaps the bits of plastic around the TAC-50 and once again it looks like crutches. He hobbles out into the panicked crowd and gimpily goes with the flow of the escaping populace. "It wasn't the best of shots I know" he says to the voice in his head. "If you could keep you mouth shut when I am lining up I would have done a better job." This time a little louder. Pierre has forgotten the crowd and the fact he is trying to blend into the mob of people bent on getting away from the assissination. He carries on the argument with the persistant voice in his head.

Manarth

01-06-2004, 02:19

In Lake Clarke City

Lt. Caleman, a young man dragooned into the Manarthian military (army) at age 18 and given a command of his bretheren due only to his high test scores, spots an old man with a cane, screaming at how he should have taken a better shot.

Caleman: You there, stop!

He waves his arms around at the cripple, and motions for the two privates working around him to move foward.

Lake Clarke City, Emergancy Meeting of the Lower House

Majority Leader Yllesia Thompson (C): We have an emergancy, Diego Jenkins has been killed. We need a new leader fast, now that both of our elected leaders are down. All in favor of a change in leadership, say Aye.

Toby McMillian (Mark II's brother) (C): No! Mr. McMillian is our leader. We should rely on his cabinet and the upper house to see us through.

The vote comes back, the vote stands at...

Aye: 1204
Nay: 267

Thompson : The motion passes. Mr. Hardick, I believe you are in the Upper House, will you please inform them that the lower house suggests a special election?

Nathan Hardick (One of five lower house leasons to the upper house) (C): Yes, I shall.

In the Upper House

Hardick: The lower house has voted. They are advising a special election in light of recent events.

::Robert Ionia runs in::

Ionia (C): Vote for me! All of you! You will need a strong leader in place, and I've the most practical knowledge of the Manarthian Military. You NEED ME!

Stanley Blackford (DR): Um...

Irving Goldstone (DS): I'd like to remind Mr. Ionia that he cannot run without being a member of the Upper House.

Ionia: But this calls for special cercumstances.

Blackford: Umm... Goldstone?

Goldstone: Don't start with me Blackford, you can't just change the rules to get your man in to office.

Blackford: He's not my man! I was going to nominate myself.

Ionia and Goldstone: What?!

Hardick: I second the nomination.

Goldstone: I nominate Hans Jakeway.

Minister Tim Wallace (DS): I second the nomination.

Ionia: Jakeway isn't here.

Goldstone: He's still a Minister, which one ups you.

Minister Geroge Yardsdale (C): I nominate Estabi.

Govenor and Minister Mohammad Al Zahir Estabi (DS): I second.

Blackford: We have 20 people here, we need 18 for the election to be binding.

Ionia: I'm running.

Blackford: No you're not. Write down who you want.

::The vote comes back::

Estabi: 7
Blackford: 2
Jakeway: 7
Undecided: 4

::By the third round of voting, it looks something like this::

Estabi: 18
Blackford: 2
Jakeway: (Endorsing Estabi)

Blackford: Estabi wins. Congratulations.

Estabi: Thank you. I would like to make Goldstone my DPM. And Gen. Paul Welland my Chief of Military Opperations.

Blackford: I'll phone the press.

Estabi: And I am not speaking in public, for a good long time.

New Edenstein

01-06-2004, 03:50

*Charlesburg is sitting in his office watching reports on MNN and ENN afiliate, he takes down notes on who the new officials are and the circumstances, he Pens a letter on letter head to the new leader of Manarth*

From: President Charlesburg
To: Mohammad Al Zahir Estabi
Re: Congratulations

I wish that I could congratulate you on less of a grim note, but I'm sure that you will lead your country through this trying time. If you or your country need any assistance, please do not hesitate to ask. We are eager to help build good relations with your country and your administration.

President Charlesburg

E-C-N Corporation

01-06-2004, 14:17

E-C-N Corporation

01-06-2004, 16:16

In Lake Clarke City

Pierre is stopped by a Manarthian LT who calls two privates over to investigate. Pierre yells at the Lt "Why are you stopping us, we haven't done anything." He then fumbles to remove the bits of plastic off the TAC-50 and shoot the Lt, but stops to argue with the voice in his head. "All I have to do is shoot this guy and we can go home to E-C-N Corporation and get some sleep." ---"No, I don't care if they can see me."---"Will you be quiet, I can't concentrate." All of this at the top of his lungs.

OOC:Estabi: And I am not speaking in public, for a good long time. :lol:

E-C-N Corporation

01-06-2004, 16:23

E-C-N Corporation

01-06-2004, 16:24

Pierre shouts "Dupe."

E-C-N Corporation

01-06-2004, 16:25

Manarth

01-06-2004, 20:50

Lake Clarke City

The Manarthian LT's eyes grow big as he sees the gun hidden in the plastic.

LT: Look out, he's got a gun!

The people around the cripple run in a panic away from the now armed and already deranged man. One of the privates runs and tries to dive at the cripple, trying to knock him to the ground and disarm him. The other pulls out his gun, but can't find a good shot due to his ally's interference.

Other marines and army members come running, in an attempt to cut him off.

E-C-N Corporation

02-06-2004, 04:04

Lake Clarke City

Pierre is tackled by a Manarthian soldier, wrestling him to the ground, he manages to get his finger on the trigger and fires a round off from the TAC-50. Without the noise suppressor there is a huge roar and Pierre realizes he has shot most of the fake soft cast off his foot. He yells at the voice in his head "If you would shut up I could take care of this guy." The fact that Pierre is now bleeding profusely from his foot has escaped him. In the struggle with the soldier he has managed to push the soldier off of him and he takes a swing at the poor man using the noise suppressor now disguised as a crutch. Pierre struggles to put another bullet into the TAC-50 and drops it. He scrambles to grab the bullet before the soldier gets it.

Manarth

03-06-2004, 07:24

Lake Clarke City

The private who had tried to train his gun on Pierre now has a decent enough shot. He pulls the trigger, sending three 5.56 NATO rounds at the alleged assassin.

Manarth

03-06-2004, 07:53

19 miles out of Yeehaw Junction, in the suburb of Coral Gables

Underground Command Bunker

Estabi: Well, who's behind it? That's the first thing I want to know. We've been awfully tollerent about terrorism in the past, and I think that's been our biggest mistake. What we need now is a target, any target, so we can make an example of these creatures.

Ret. Gen. Zimmerman: Intelligence thinks it's one of the following groups; Stranded Kusoans for a Manarthian Free World, El-Cosa-Nazi, Dubelco hired help, some other group of Orthodox Prophetians pissed at the secular steps our country has taken, Eastern Detroit freedom fighters... no offence sir.

Estabi: None taken. I sometimes consider myself more Manarthian than EDan.

Zimmerman: With all respect sir, the EDans are Manarthians now, sometimes they just forget it.

Estabi: Correct, continue.

Zimmerman: Featherstones America operatives. We found evidence of a WPB cargo plane that dropped something over the ruins of St. Matthewstown two days before the attack.

Admiral Orpheus Smith: And that's FA how?

Zimmerman: Simple, it flew out of FA, stopped in WPB to pick up "things" and continued through our airspace to the FA and Dubelco bases to our north.

Estabi: All circumstantial. Any hard evidence who's behind this?

Zimmerman: Intell has nothing hard, but simply choose from our list and we'll lie convincingly...

Estabi: Not how I want to do things, unless I have to. Meanwhile, we're here for a more important reason. Featherstone's ships are blockading Port Hrabe. Now, we've manged to move in some ships under heavy escourt, and they've been letting the foreign ships alone for now, but obviously it's severly limiting our ability to conduct trade out of that port. Not to mention ít's the home port for the newly commissioned 5th fleet, which has almost run out of fuel escourting our ships in and out. We just can't let it continue. Any suggestions?

Gen. Paul Welland: I'd like to be brought up to speed by the folks in charge of our militarys before I make any statements.

Gen. Paul Isaskis: We could start shelling them. We've got surface to surface missiles stationed in the hill sorounding the bay, it wouldn't be hard to start fireing. One run of B-1Bs, and a salvo of missiles should scare them off. Hit a few, cripple a few more, and we'd have made our message clear.

Gen. Ivan Illych: Why not just take them all out. Massive airstrike, overwhelming their airpower. We've got the 2nd Air Corps based out of Port Hrabe and Euclid, why not use them. They'll be more than enough to take out one archaic Kitty Hawk Carrier and some WWII era battleships. Plus a handfull of subs. No problem at all.

Adm. Orpheus Smith: Are you people daft? That subpack is more trouble than anything else they have. Six Seawolf class subs, two Silencers, and an Ohio hiding in international waters as a reserve? Yes their fleet is mothballed at best, but they've got a lot of what they have, and they'd hit back. I'm not sure why Diego Jenkins was trying diplomacy so hard, but he must have had his reasons. Let's not start GLWIII here.

Paul Welland: Okay, here's what I think. Give them a warning shot. One round of B-1B's fireing blind. Target locks, but with out guidence systems on their rounds. If they don't take the hint, we go with Illych's plan.

Smith: But....

Estabi: No buts now. We're going with Mr. Welland's plan. Now, who has any thoughts on the FFW treaty?...

E-C-N Corporation

03-06-2004, 14:57

E-C-N Corporation

03-06-2004, 15:01

Lake Clark City

Pierre's body armor slows the first two shots down enough that they just break the skin in his stomach, the third goes under his arm ricochets off his humerus and goes into the chest cavity, through the lung and halfway through the heart. Pierre est fini.

He still has all of his IDs including passports from West Palm Beach, E-C-N Corporation, Featherstones America, Dubelco, MadderMike and Eastern Detroit. At first glance they all seem to be real, but upon further inspection they all are forgeries. All of the serial numbers on the TAC-50 have been filed off. It looks like it was assembled from pieces made in Featherstones America, MadderMike, and Manarth. Extensive reworking by a MadderMikian master gunsmith is evident.

Featherstones America

05-06-2004, 16:49

12 Miles out of the Gulf of Hrabe, Manarthian Waters

::Senior Leftenant Roderick Smith is busy making the DDG New Richmond the proud specimine that it should be. Despite being on constant combat allert, his commanding officer, Com. Bishop had reitterated that no matter what happened, no one was to open fire on anyone. So instead, he had drawn inspection duty, and was walking around to the different battle stations, making sure everything was in tip top shape.::

Roderick Smith: CPO Talmidge, your point defense guns look to be well maintained. Very well done, yours is the cleanest gun pit I've seen all day.

CPO Talmidge: Thank you sir.

Smith: I'm putting your crew down for a commendation.

::Just then the air raid siren kicks on, sending sailors scrambling::

Intercom: Attention all hands, Manarthian missiles are inbound. All hands to battle stations. Damage control teams stand by for impact.

::Smith runs to the bridge to find Com. Bishop recieving orders from the battle group's CO Rear Admiral Porter::

Porter: All units are to open fire on the Manarthian 5th fleet and the surrounding docks. Then withdrawl to the north... no, south. No Manarthian units are between us and FA but some PT boats. Fire one salvo at the 5th fleet and begin withdrawl. The submarines will remain behind to cover our withdrawl. Sink any merchant vessles between here and home. Sink any passenger ships and shoot down any aircraft with a Manarthian flag.

Com. Biship: You heard the man. The Manarthian ships are still mostly docked, so they should be easy targets.

Bridge crew: Yes sir!

::The ships SSMs fire out toward the Manarthian possitions::

Porter: Attention all units, no hits have been sustained by our fleet from the attack. Recon shows it to have been bombers with crusemissiles. Continue the withdrawl.

The missiles fly onward toward their Manarthian targets.

E-C-N Corporation

09-06-2004, 04:03

In a small row boat off shore from New Edenstein

Jacques Grimaldi is squinting at a small sandy beach not far in the distance. He is the leader of a small band of commandos hired to take out a foreign dignitary. He is talking with other members of the group "The boss is getting cheaper and cheaper, he wouldn't let us even have a motor this time."

Nigel Weatherson, second-in-command "I know, this used to be a first class outfit. I was talking to Susan Smith, you know, the assistant to the Chief Financial Officer and she said the boss had lots of money tied up in some operation up north."

Fernando Sanchez was carefully checking out an advanced stinger missle launcher and beside him was a large metal case containing two stinger missiles. He asks Jacques what the job is this time.

Jacques answers "We are supposed to take out some Edenstein pest, keeps bothering the new people here in New Edenstein, that's all I know. His plane is due at the airfield North of here in about three hours." He continues "We want to shoot the plane in the air, that eliminates any firefight with his security guards. His name is Ulonovich or something like that."

The small boat lands on the sandy beach and the crew hurriedly drag it into the underbrush and erase any evidence of their passing.

Edenstein

09-06-2004, 05:03

*An Edenstein 707 flies over lake ontario, from 30,000 everything seems so peaceful, but inside the plane is a different matter, Undersecretary Ulonovich has been put on this flight to head to New Edenstein to discuss with the president building a new airstrip, unfortunatly for Ulonovich, his departments lear was out of commission so he was force to book on a regular passanger flight*

Ulonovich: *listening to the multitude of screaming children* i can't belive I couldn't borrow the militarys personal plane.. *the child sitting behind him starts beating on his chair* I can't belive this....

Pilot: *on the intercomm* This is your captain speaking, we have just crossed into the LOTI region, we will be arriving in New Edenstein in aproximatly 2 hours. For all of you on the left hand side of the plane, you can see a wonderful view of the lake... and for all of you on the right hand side of the plane, a viscious gremlin...

*Ulonovich leans back and puts his headphones on*

E-C-N Corporation

10-06-2004, 14:06

In New Edenstein

Jacques Grimaldi's team finally makes it to the end of the newly constructed airstrip. They have been slogging through the primal forests for almost 2 hours. During the trip Jacques received a call from headquarters. He relays the message to the team "Ulonovich is on a commercial 707, it will be arriving in minutes."

Fernando Sanchez checks the settings on the stinger and hoists it to his shoulder.

Soon the team sees a speck off in the distance. Jacques is the first to notice "They are landing in the wrong direction, they will be on the ground by the time they get in range. OK change of plans. When the plane lands it will be right in front of us to turn and taxi back to the terminal shack. When it is half way turned open fire on the wheels. When the plane stops and they evacuate with the inflatable slides, that's when we take out Ulonovich."

Jacques teams never have a problem with ammo. Jacques is a firm believer in If 100 rounds is the right amount, then 200 is better, 300 makes more sense and so lets take 400.

The team lines up a combination of AK47s M16s and an M4 with Jacques using his favorite .300 Weatherby. If it can take out an elk at 1,000 yards then a human should be toast.

E-C-N Corporation

10-06-2004, 14:08

Jacques Grimaldi gets more ammo duping his first total.

Republic turds

10-06-2004, 14:16

:twisted: :twisted: :twisted: I'd like to buy some subs, aircraft carriers,guns,stelth bommers, and nukes any one instered to sell them to me contact me :!: :!: :!: 8) 8) 8)

Henceland Omega

11-06-2004, 04:46

::Carmine reads the request for arms::

Carmine: Guns, stealth bombers, nukes? Nukes? What is this nation? Who is this guy, and who does he think he is? I mean come on. I may hate everything Corran stood for, but it's basic knowledge that you just don't get nukes when you're a fresh brash young nation! Actually, Kahr!

::Ramsus Kahr enters the throne room::

Ramsus: Yes sir?

Carmine: Do we have any nukes at all? Did Corran ever buy any of those?

Ramsus: No sir, he didn't.

Carmine: Rat bastard... Hmph. Well I won't worry about that just yet, not with my approval rating so high. Oh, tell Intelligence I want them carefully monitoring this nation. I want to know what they think they're doing...

Manarth

11-06-2004, 05:35

Lake Clarke City

Estabi is going over battle plans with his advisiors.

Estabi: Remind me again why we need battleplans against and EDENSTEIN invasion?

Random Lt. Gen: It's just to be on the safe side. You never know in LETI who's going to attack.

Estabi: Now, FA and Dubelco I could understand. Pax I could understand. Andaluciae I could understand. MadderMike I could even understand, but Edenstein? Might as well make a plan for a CoC invasion.

Random Lt. Gen: Actually we have one right here...

Estabi: Enough! And another thing. We don't need this standing army. I want you to stop the draft and cut back on our active military to just volenteers.

Gen Zimmerman: But sir! We've never had a volenteer army. It's always been compulsory.

Estabi: I know, and that just isn't good enough any more. Do you have any idea how much we're pissing away in taxes to feed, clothe and train that many soldiers, most of which just sit in Northern Brittania sipping coffee for their entire 2 years of service? No, we need a smaller army. We're at peace now, with everyone. What use does a large military serve. And don't worry Zimmerman, your airforce doesn't rely that much on conscripts. You'll be fine.

Random Army Gen: But...

Estabi: Enough. Give them their mustering out papers and consolidate your divisions. Dismissed.

Edenstein

14-06-2004, 17:52

*After several hours, The 707 lines up on the runway, and makes a flawless landing, the plane taxi's down the runway towards the boarding terminal*

Ulonovich: *stands up and turns around, looking at the woman with the screaming child* Madam... do you know who I am?
Lady: No not particularly....
Ulonovich: Good..... *He takes out his palm and sets her to be imprisoned as a traitor, he grabs his overhead lugage and looks for the door*

OOC: Sorry it took so long...

E-C-N Corporation

14-06-2004, 18:53

In New Edenstein

As the 707 reaches the end of the runway and turns to taxi back to the terminal, Jacques Grimaldi's team opens fire on the tires of the 707 carrying Ulonovich. A merciless hail of bullets assaults the tires, a few stray bullets are headed for the wing fuel tanks, but no bullets are headed towards the passenger cabin, nor the cockpit.

OOC:Don't worry about posting, as always time is fluid. The story is the true "Holy Grail". :)

Edenstein

15-06-2004, 06:02

*the bullets blow out the tires on the left hand side of the plane, (One closest to the terrorists I'm assuming), it starts careening to the left as the pilot tries to gain some control of the plane, the bullets hitting the wings penetrate deep, hitting the fuel tanks and they begin to leak. Normaly, this would have been avoided by the self sealing fuel tanks, but on the particular 707 the tanks had not been serviced. The fuel flows out on to the runway as the pilot is able to bring the plane to a halt. From the terminal fire crews and airport police head down the runway, but are still almost a mile away*

E-C-N Corporation

16-06-2004, 03:31

In New Edenstein

Jacques Grimaldi watches as the 707 comes to an unsteady stop. He is waiting for the doors to open and then get their target. He sees the fire trucks approaching and still no activity on the plane. He tells Fernando Sanchez to take out the fire engine with one of the stingers.

Fernando Sanchez launches a stinger at the fire engine. Jacques tells Nigel Weatherson to fire an incendary grenade at the fuel on the ground. "That will get the rats to abandon ship." He expounds. Nigel fires a grenade from his grenade launcher, at the leaking fuel around the left wing of the 707.

Jacques lines up his Weatherby on the rear door.

Edenstein

16-06-2004, 04:52

*Neal tibits, a junior firefighter on his first day, is driving the lead firetruck, he is excited to be on a call his first day, he honks on the horn a few times as some of the other fighter fighters laugh at him, he cranks up the siren as they go barreling down the tarmac. Neal checks his mirrors and looks forward just in time to see the stinger hit the front of his truck, vaporizing him instantly, and most of the rest of the firefighters, the truck careens to the left and takes out the truck right behind it*

*The incindiary grenade hits the ground beneath the plane and sits there....

and continues to sit there.....

still waiting....

The rear door right behind the wing swings open as a flight attendent opens the door and the inflatable yellow ramp springs out... she has on the yellow life vest for a water landing

As the grenade finally goes off, ingniting the fuel on the ground and sending shrapnal everywhere, including into the flight attendent, she grasps her chest and falls out of the door and is dead before she hits the pavement*

*Ulonovich gets up out of his seat and retrieves his handgun from the overhead compartment, pure unadulterated mayhem is ensuing, he makes his way down the inside compartment as other people make their way for the exit. He runs into two Edenstein Marines who stand up and salute him*

Ulonovich: Men, we need to get out of here, that last explosion sounded like a grenade, lets get out of here and let these rats fend for themselves...

Marines: Sir Yes Sir!

Ulonovich: Lets head to the front of the plane.... I that will probably be the easiest to get out....

*they head to the front of the plane against the massive flux of people*

*On the tarmac itself, people are spewing out of the plane, and after the explosion of the fire truck, 3 Huey Cobra's have been dispatched to the area, as well as a company of infantry*

E-C-N Corporation

16-06-2004, 18:10

In New Edenstein

Grimaldi asks Nigel "Where did you get that IC grenade?"

Nigel "In the stockroom before we left."

Grimaldi "Do you have any more?"

Nigel "Yes, look it says Made in Dubelco use before 1979"

Grimaldi "Great, next time pick newer equipment. Sanchez take out the lead chopper with a stinger. The rest of you start eliminating the ground forces moving towards us. Nigel, you and I will try to pick off this Ulonovich guy and anyone with him."

The team begins to lay down a withering fire at the approaching ground forces. Sanchez launches a stinger at the lead chopper and loads the last stinger missile into the launcher. Nigel and Jacques scan the ground around the plane for Ulonovich. It is getting harder to see anyone because of the fire and smoke. To add to the confusion the passengers are running in all directions to get away from the fuel fire, the cross fire from the E-C-N operatives, the noise of the choppers and the crash of the fire trucks.

Jacques "Crap we are getting nowhere, Sanchez thread that stinger into the door in the aft of the plane, try and get him that way.

Sanchez launches the stinger, as soon as he does that the entire team moves to the North about 300 yards, in the same direction the plane is pointed. They stop firing at the oncoming ground forces so they don't give their position away.

Jacques "That should be enough confusion to slow the infantry advance."

Manarth News Network

18-06-2004, 05:11

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Confelly: I'm Patricia Confelly, here with my co-host William Wallace. Our top story tonight, continued killings of Dubelcoan born immigrants in all parts of Manarth is continueing despite the best police efforts to the contrary.

Wallace: The most recent victim was Achmed Al-Rashad Usla, a Eastern Detroitian born under the harsh rule of Dubelcoan soldiers. He fled his fatherland, but was killed in Northern Brittania after being targeted as a citizen of Dubelco.

Confelly: That's right William. He joins the list of five others of Dubelcoan citizenship that have been killed in recent weeks, mostly in Northern Brittania. The government speculates that it is a retaliation by private citizens against the Dubelcoan siezure of the Manarthian Prime Minister Mark McMillian, though no one has claimed responsibility for these killings.

Wallace: I agree that this has gone too far. Although McMillian was the best PM we ever have, and the current administration has done nothing to get him back, there is no reason to kill innocent Dubelcoans who most likely have simply fled to a better life in Manarth. We should look at this instead as an example of why we need a better police force. I mean, hell, MadderMike is almost lower than we are in crime.

Confelly: I like not having intrusive searches, and if that means I have to have a security guard walk me to my car every night, so be it.

Wallace: *sigh* Well, on to other news. The Manarthian Fighting Doves signed star running back Thomas Quincy to another extention...

Edenstein

20-06-2004, 06:28

In new Edenstein

*The lead Cobra's SAM warning sytem lights up like a chritmas tree, it automaticly deploys flairs and chaff as the pilot pulls up quickly. As he does the stinger flys through and misses the chopper, it goes for a few more hundred feet and lands infront of the advancing infantry company, the covering fire slows their advance enough that the lead striker attack vehicle is next to the stinger as it explodes... killing 6 of the 10 men in the vehicle... The two remaing cobras get and aproximate fix on where the stinger came from and lauch 12 napalm rockets at the location*

on the plane

*The second stinger slams into the rear end of the plane, severing off the tail section and killing most everyone in the back of the plane*

Ulonovich: *Walking forward with the marines* Let these rats fend for themselves *the stinger hits flinging him forward about 9 seats, the blast vaporises one of the marines and and critcaly injurs the other.. Ulonovich stands up holding his left arm, its obviously broken by the way it is hangind... he continues to the front of the plane...*

E-C-N Corporation

20-06-2004, 20:41

In Manarth

E-C-N International News Broadcast

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You have won an all expenses paid trip to E-C-N Corporation for a fabulous two week Art and Acrylic Painting tour at the famous Mr Karlstein's summer villa. Mr. Karlstein has announced he will actually attend one of the teaching sessions!

To claim your prize come to the E-C-N International News Broadcast Lake Clarke City office.
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In New Edenstein

The napalm blasts incinerates the forest just behind Grimaldi's little task force. Two of the operatives catch fire and start running around screaming, and setting more of the forest on fire. Grimaldi yells at them to drop and roll, but they continue to run around. Grimaldi and Sanchez each shoot one of them to quiet them down.

The remaining 4 team members start to run away from the flames. The fire is intense and spreading rapidly. Bullets from the infantry company whizz through the brush like angry hornets. Sanchez catches one in the leg and goes down. He waves the others on saying "They will never catch me alive." He crawls to a good defensive position and lines up his ammo and a few grenades and waits for the advancing troops.

The three remaining operatives sprint to a position overlooking the forward part of the 707. It is very difficult to see much of anything with the napalm started fires, the plane burning and the smoldering aft part of the 707. Grimaldi thinks maybe he shouldn't have had the fire engines destroyed.

Dubelco

20-06-2004, 21:52

OOC: Just in case anyone can't read the fine print, Microsoft Works allows for a close up look:

No guaranteesimplied or otherwise extended for this trip - E-C-N Corporation

Edenstein

22-06-2004, 23:49

*Smoke is now filling the compartment of the 707, and even more chaos ensues... Ulonovich makes it to the front door and kicks it open, he jumps to the ground and pulls his pistol from his coat and looks around*

*The infantry is 100 yards from where Sanchesz is sitting, they still continueoulsy spray the area with bullets looking for what they suppose is a massive force*

E-C-N Corporation

24-06-2004, 03:27

Sanchez uses the butt of his rifle to dig into the earth near a large tree. He hides behind the trunk of the tree in the shallow depression he has managed to dig out. With his M16 he fires short 3 round bursts at the muzzle flashes of the advancing infantry. After he fires he again hides behind the tree trunk. The sounds of angry bullets whizzing by and many thunking into the tree is a constant reminder to Sanchez to stay alert. The loss of blood is beginning to take its toll. To stay awake Sanchez throws an anti-personnel grenade at the troops.

Grimaldi and Nigel watch as the front door of the 707 opens. Several shadows emerge from the plane. Grimaldi and Nigel start shooting as best as they can. When a human shape appears in the smoke they take a shot at it. They are shooting at center body mass, no time for head shots now. They cannot determine if they have hit anything.

Manarth

24-06-2004, 06:32

In ENC Corporation

Mr. Gable has arrived at the Mr. Karlstein Villa.

Mr. Gable: So... What shall we paint exactly, because I have some ideas, you know. But I'd rather hear how you plan on doing this, you are the expert after all.

Edenstein

25-06-2004, 05:49

OOC: What kind of weapons are the two guys on the ground firing at Ulonovich using? I'll post about him once I find out...

IC: The Anti personal grenade lands infront of the Edenstein troops, they all jump on the ground except for the master chief who swings off his helmet and jumps on top of the grenade, it explodes sending pieces of shrapnel and helmet into the buttox region of the body, he falls down holding his arse, mumbling something about hopefully getting a purple heart out of it, the infantry is now only about 100 feet from the "Machine gun nest, only about 12 men are still standing, they have taken a major amout of caulties advancing on the posistion, they scurry behind the Striker for some cover, they 50 cal gunner ontop of the striker starts sending a whithering amount of fire power towards the position

E-C-N Corporation

26-06-2004, 00:05

OOC: What kind of weapons are the two guys on the ground firing at Ulonovich using? I'll post about him once I find out...

*snip*

OOC: Jacques is using his favorite .300 Weatherby Magnum bolt action with a 2X16 variable scope. He likes the huge amount of powder propelling a very large 30 caliber chunk of lead. Nigel uses his modified M16 with fixed 4X scope. Jacques uses hunting bullets knowing full well they are banned by Geneva convention but doesn't care.

IC: Sanchez flattens himself in the depression he has carved out of the forest floor. The hail of .50 cal coming ever closer. He picks up another AP grenade and as he lifts his body to pull the pin he takes a .50 cal in the neck, traveling through his back and out via his abdomen, the AP grenade goes off in his lifeless hand.

The remaining member of the group has been working his way back to Sanchez's position. He starts a random cross fire but with no real purpose. He is in shock and doesn't pick out any targets, just empties his AK47 into the woods, screaming the whole time.

New Edenstein

26-06-2004, 15:36

*President Charlsburg is sitting in his office reading petitions from the citizens when the phone rings*

Charlsburg: Hello?.... What?!?!.... At the Airport?... How many?...... Injuries?.... TWO FIRE TRUCKS?!??..... Well keep me updated...

*He hangs up the phone and then leans back in his chair*

Charlsburg: Well it looks like this will be the start of it all.....

*he goes back to reading the petitions of the citizens*

Indian Casino Operator

26-06-2004, 16:40

Via Diplomatic Courier
[code:1:7bfc8e54d9]
From: Chief Howling Wolf
To: President Charlsburg of the Right and Sovereign Nation of New Edenstein
Subj: Improved Diplomatic Relations

President Charlsburg it has come to my attention that you are setting up a new nation in LOTI. My advisors inform me that you are trying to establish a new order for your people. As you are probably aware this region is a smoldering powder keg of nations each with their own agendas. These nations may not always respect the Sovereignty of a small emerging nation.

I would like to begin a discourse in how we may work together to allow your nation to survive and thrive in this region. We are always looking for new customers at the casinos and of course trade. We offer some of the finest tobacco, buffalo hide, and hand made leather. We are always seeking supplies of silver and turquoise for our heritage jewelry.

We have a large naval presence in LOTI and a modern airforce. Our ground forces are trained and use modern equipment.

Please contact this office to continue these discussions.

s [i]Chief Howling Wolf[/i][/code:1:7bfc8e54d9]

Edenstein

27-06-2004, 05:57

At the airport, Ulonovich is scoping there area, evaluating the situation, he stands up and begins walking towards the action, he sees two muzzle flashes when a person drops down from the plane, the two bullets blast through the hapless passanger killing him instantly, the bullet from Jacques gun passes through the passenger and into Ulonovich's right shoulder, the other bullet remains loged in the left lung of the previous person.

Before Ulonovich Hits the tarmac he manages to fire off two rounds from his 44 Magnum towards where the muzzle flashes came from, the first shot is fairly accurate, the second one is aimed high, due to him falling backwards and the recoil from the first shot.

The infantry make it to whats left of Sanchez... it is mainly his lower torso left.... one of the infantry men throw a flash bang grenade towards where the other member of the unit is firing wildly into the brush, their goal is to try and take him alive, or more then just the lower torso

Manarth

27-06-2004, 18:26

Port Hrabe, Manarth

A protest turned violent today, as over 1000 people marched in the streets to protest the administration's lack of response to Dubelco's "kidnapping" of Mark McMillian. Brief skirmishes with law enforcement officials occured as the mob attempted to ransack the local Upper House Minister Percy Faulkner's city office. Upwards of 250,000 guildars of property damage was estimated, and 5 were arrested for the desturbence. One police officer was injured.

E-C-N Corporation

28-06-2004, 02:51

New Edenstein

Jacques jacks another round into the Weatherby and hears a bullet clipping through the underbrush. It clips Nigel alongside his head, putting a neat part in his hair, probably a little low to be fashionable. It will be most difficult to hide the missing top third of his left ear. The energy in the .44 magnum knocks Nigel to the ground unconcious.

Jacques watched the man who fired the shots fall to the ground. The smoke obsucres all but his foot and what is probably the crotch of his pants. Jacques shrugs his shoulder and fires once more this time at the crotch.

The brilliant flash of light startles the other concious member of the squad and temporarily blinds him. This has an odd effect of calming him and he loads another magazine into the AK47 blindly. He fires a series of short bursts towards where he thought the oncoming troops were.

In E-C-N Corporation

Mr. Karlstein takes Mr. Gable down to the basement of the Villa. There Mr. Grable is shown a very large and complicated control room. There are displays, interactive maps, radios and overhead projections of the satellite positions of a large GPS system. Mr. Karlstein shows Mr. Grable a display showing the movements of several large naval fleets. There is one that is cruising very close to the edge of another nation's international border.

Mr. Karlstein punches a few buttons and the positions of the GPS satellites most probably used by the maneuvering fleet are highlighted. Mr. Karlstein says to Mr. Grable "Could you change what those 4 birds are reporting for about 20 minutes then put everything back to normal?"

Mr. Grable "This is the type of painting that I do best." he said as he sits down at a console.

Fetid Fens

14-07-2004, 23:03

High in the Highland Plateaus of Fetid Fens a small tribe of northern Yetis watch in awe as the whole top of their sacred mountain disappears in a mushroom shaped cloud. Somehow they knew AAARAGG was gone. After a moment of silence they begin to search for food. Anything from snowshoe hares to humans will suffice.

Manarth

15-07-2004, 00:27

Re-tag

Dubelco

15-07-2004, 02:36

Tagged'ed

Edenstein

15-07-2004, 03:54

*Ulonovich clutches his arm and then, a bullet hits his croch.... it has enough force to rip up through the rest of his body and exiting his head, killing him almost instantaneously*

*The bullets rip through two more of the infantry when someone from the APC fires a tranqualizer dart at the man who is randomly fireing his ak-47*

Jesseville_Ohio

15-07-2004, 04:39

Jesseville_Ohio is conjunction with the Coporation of West Palm Beach, has purchased a narrow strip of land just to the West of the FA ports of New Senora and El Paso.

New Dubelco

15-07-2004, 04:42

Tag

West Palm Beach

15-07-2004, 04:47

OOC: I hereby confirm the Jesseville Ohio post, in the name of both FA and WPB.

IC: GCWPTF is now selling shares in a joint project in order to build infrastructure on and around Jesseville Ohio's new land. All shares are voting shares. As per WPB laws, GCWPTF is not responsible for reporting who, if anyone, ownes shares in this project.

Edenstein

15-07-2004, 05:13

*The ten deadly ghost ninja's (Now in the correct forum) continue looking for their prey, they sense a presence coming from an adult book and novelty store down a back ally.. they home in on it*

E-C-N Corporation

22-07-2004, 03:07

In New Edenstein
Grimaldi listens to the battle noise quieting down around him. It seems as if all the members of his team are dead or silenced. He is not sure if he killed the objective but he knows his work here is done. He heads back to the rubber raft hidden in the bushes on the beach. He takes a circuitous route not wanting to be discovered.

Manarth

22-07-2004, 03:51

Current support for parties:

Democratic Socialist party: Gu85 Million

The Democratic Republican party: Gu23 Million

Conservative party: Gu45 Million

The Manarthian Workers Party: Gu5 Million

The Radical Liberals party: Gu21 Million

Poll conducted by Manarth University:

DS: 23%
DR: 23%
C: 24%
MW: 3%
RL: 10%
Undecided: 17%

Manarth

22-07-2004, 05:29

Manarth Base, St. Lawrence River
Port Mu-1

Night time on the St. Lawrence... A 38 man night time staff, including a 4 man Mongoose PT boat crew loading their ship for a night patrol. The base's commander at the moment is a young naval Ensign. Two squads of 10 Marines each patrolls the area.

There are 10 buildings in the area, including the dockmaster's building, and the armory for the marines. Nearby, about 1/2 mile away, is the rest of the base, including barracks and office buildings. About a Battallion of Marines are in there. A squadron of anti-sub helicopters, and 5 PT boats are docked at the port. 3 PT boats are patrolling the area.

Nothing seemes to be happening.

Manarth

22-07-2004, 05:31

500th post!!!

Dubelco

22-07-2004, 05:42

About 100 yards north of the base, 3 Flights of Special Forces and one Engineer Flight make there way thru the trees and brush towards the base. Each Flight an 8 man team, 3 with XM-8 rifles, 4 with XM-8 Carbines and RPG launchers, and one with an M60 SAW. The Engineer Flight is armed completely with XM-8 Carbines and C-4 explosives. All men have standard equipment as well.

Alpha Flight Leader: Alpha 3 move it up back there. Bravo Leader, status.

Bravo Leader: In position on Western Edge of base.

AFL.: Omega leader status.

Omega Leader: In position on East side of base.

Each Flight is concealed behinds trees and brush. Alpha Flight makes it to the northern location and digs in. Engineer Flight has been in position for recon. Bravo Flight and Alpha Flight is at the dock base, while Omega is at the main base.

AFL.: In position. Bravo leader location of marine patrols.

BFL: Marine patrol has left base, random guards walking about. PT crew loading boat on docks.

AFL: Roger that. BFL, take out the men on the docks. Omega, you concentrate on the barracks. Alpha will move in thru the north and hit armory. Once targets are hit, Engineers will plant explosives on targets. If strength level increases to high pull back to extraction area. Last man alive calls for detonation charge.

OFL: Alpha leader, we spot a delegation from Featherstones America in entering a building.

AFL: Intel said nothing of there presence. Cannot divert now, continue with operation. Wait for my command...

Manarth

22-07-2004, 19:01

Manarth Base, St. Lawrence River
Mu-1 Briefing Room

Inside the base's briefing room, the port's night time commanding officer is talking with the FA representative.

Ensign Tomás: So, just make yourself comfortable and the diplomat will be here shortly.

Representative Hawthorn: Thanks for arrainging this. Our people have been quite concerned over the CoC buildup near here, especially with thier hostile attitudes toward our Dubelcoan allies. I'm just glad to get a chance to meet with your Majority Leader, and talk this over.

Ensign Tomás: Just doing my job, save your thanks for Mr. Westbrook. He's the one taking time out of his schedule.

Mu-1 Base, Outside

As the Dubelco forces move into possition, a Auto-Ingen Triumph, the top selling luxury sedan in Manarth, begins to drive into the main base area, 1/2 mile out of the port. Inside the car, are 3 Marines, armed with OICW carbines, and the Upper House Majority Leader, Tom Westbrook. Back at the port, around the briefing room, the 2 guards patrolling the door begin to look more alert.

No one sees the Dubelco forces moving around.

Dubelco

22-07-2004, 20:14

Outside the base....

OFL: We have a car incoming...looks like a senator or diplomats car. Must be here to meet with the FA group. Alpha please advise.
....
AFL:...Damn, this could get messy. Wait and see who gets out, and what guards come with it.
....
OFL: Roger that. *To squad* Hold tight. Once target has left car Alpha Leader will advise.

OF2: Sir, Night Vision shows more guards now that the car has entered. High strength level already.

OFL: No matter, we're the diversion anyways. Wait for the command...

Indian Casino Operator

23-07-2004, 02:22

Chief Standing Bull directs the loading of the Third Infantry Division Commandos onto three LHAs. Standing Bull has just finished a training mission on the Indian controlled lands formerly known as CWL. The division is in top form, highly trained, poorly equiped. They use M1 carbines, old fashioned "Pineapple" grenades, carry C-rations but they are a deadly, fearless fighting machine. Their ability to move rapidly and silently through almost any terrain is admired world-wide.

Manarth

23-07-2004, 06:11

Manarth Base, St. Lawrence River
Mu-1 Briefing Room

Westbrook gets out of the car, and enters the briefing room.

Westbrook: Nice to meet you, I'm representing my country in any negotiations. I have a limited number of things I can do without the approval of the Upper House, but I'm sure I can convince them to do just about anything.

Hawthorn: Good to meet you. I'm just here to talk about concerns of the CoC unnecessarily halting shipping, or doing something disasterous like that. We know they've been more active lately.

Westbrook: Yes, oddly enough, they even have claimed this land, and while I'm sure their claim does have merit, we've invested and held this land far to long just to turn it over to them.

Hawthorn: Yes, well we're worried that they'll try to sieze the former DPM land, and with you nearby...

Discussiones continued along those lines

Outside

The guards have relaxed once more. One spies something moving in the brush, but assumes it is nothing more than a squirell, and goes back to patrolls.

Edit: Edited for smile errors. :sniper: Death to smiles!!!

Dubelco

23-07-2004, 07:59

At the base...

OFL: Alpha, looks like a senator. Please advise.
....
AFL: Damn, I didn't want casualties that would matter. Hit the car, that should make for a nice roadblock.
....
OFL: Copy that.
....
AFL: Omega, hit the car, and make sure the guards are kept busy. Hit the barracks if you can, make sure we have time. Bravo, hit the loading crew. Keep your RPG's for patrol craft along the shore. Take out anything that moves.
Alpha, make a path for the Engineers, target all hostiles.
....
OFL and BFL: Copy that.
....
AFL: Alright folks, lets rock and roll!

*Omega Flight fires their RPG's at the car in front of the meeting building, and any towers. The gunners fire at all patrols.*

*Alpha Flight opens fire on all patrols and guards and makes it way down the hill and into the compound with the engineers behind them aiding with covering fire.*

*Bravo Flight opens fire on the men on the dock with RPG's first, while using gun fire to supress and cover. They target all men on the dock and near the shore. After that the RPG's turn towards the river to watch for any boats.

Of the council of clan

23-07-2004, 14:48

::CoC has stepped up its alert Status, thousands of Aircraft are waiting on the tarmac ready to take to the air.

While the Navy Has stationed Large Fleet groups in International Waters within Striking range of Every Dubelcoan Instalation within LOTI

at total of 45 Battleships of various types
63 Carriers of Various Types
34 LHA's of Both Classes
and Thousands of Support Vessels ranging from the 28,000 ton Aberdeen Class Assault Cruiser, to the 250 Mongoose MK 2 Missile Boat::

::All Airborne and Air Assault Forces are placed on 4 hour notice, therefore unable to leave their bases::

Manarth

23-07-2004, 17:24

Manarth Base, St. Lawrence
Mu-1 Port

As the RPG's rain down on the port, the car's fuel tank is punctured and explodes. The 4 man crew of PT boat 291 are killed or incompacited by the RPG rounds that hit their ship. As for guards, 5 are hit in the ensuing fire fight. 2 are killed by thier injuries outright, and 2 are grevously injured, the final one takes a shot to the leg, but can still fire. The dockworkers, going about thier jobs, are startled. 8 of them, with Marine or Naval Security training, run for the armory in an effort to arm themselves. The other 9, in a panic, run haphazardly towards the main base.

Hawthorn, Westbrook, and his guards take defensive possitions within the briefing room, overturning desks. Westbrook and Hawthorn are using the guards' pistols.

Ensign Tomás has run outside, and is doing his best to coordinate the remaining guards, though his combat skills are highly lacking. The guards, where they can see the invading forces, are doing their best to return fire, athough the supression is working fairly well.

Lake Clarke City, Capital of Manarth

Gen. Paul Welland: As you can see, sir, the CoC has mobilized, and is threatening the entire Dubelco forces in this region.

Estabi: What are they thinking? Dubelco is allied with Featherstones America and some of thier land is withing West Palm Beach waters. WPB will not be happy to have thier shipping disrupted, and I know FA would attack given the slightest provocation.

Welland: They don't know about the treaty, either.

Estabi: And I don't want to tell them. Frankly, I'm woried about this one. The CoC has never been someone to make idle threats. Plus Dubelco's colony in LHTI is being threatened. I don't like how this is going to go.

Angela Wainright-Cauldwell: Well, Mo, if you want my advice...

Estabi: Go on...

Angela: Warn the CoC off. Maybe you can put enough diplomatic pressure on them to leave the Dubelcoans alone.

Estabi: I've thought of that, but how much pressure do we have to put on a Clansman to make them change thier mind?

Angela: We'll think of something...

Dubelco

23-07-2004, 22:53

*Naval Base, Wallingford, West Palm Beach*

Lt.: Sir, CoC ships have moved out in International waters outside of Wallingford. St. Lucie confirms the same activity.

Capt.: What the heck are they doing out there, forming a conga line? I remember thru the grape vine that they were interested in ports in WPB as well, but what the heck have they plopped themselves out here for.

Lt.: What shall I do sir?

Capt.: Send word to C&C for advisement. Also send word to Admiral Williams at the St. Lawerence, tell him to be watchful.

Dubelco

23-07-2004, 23:08

At Mu-1 Base...

Alpha Leader moves his men down the hill and into the base perimeter. Engineers closely behind.

AFL: Bravo leader, report.
....
BFL: Guards eliminated, some have ran scared, others heading towards armory. Preparing to move into compound.
....
AFL: Copy that, move in when ready. Alpha, move to armory for intercept. Engineers, follow close and give covering fire. Omega, report!
....
OFL: We're taking fire sir. Guards are organizing fast.
....
AFL: Use the RPG's to get the windows of the meeting room, should at the least hamper the guards.
....
OFL: Copy that. Omega 3, fire on the meeting room. 8, we need more suppresion!
O8: Sir I'm pinned down over here!
OFL: Damn it, 5 6 7 open fire on that group! Give 8 some space!

*At the dock, Bravo moves into the dock area after dealing with any stragglers. Alpha moves in with the Engineers towards the armory to try to cut off the men moving there. Omega is hampered by gun fire from the building, but an RGP is on its way.*

Eastern Detroit

24-07-2004, 04:47

::Premier Reginald Bartlett Holds a press conference::

Cristina Rather CNN(Clan News Network) News: Mr. Premier what of the massive call up off CoC forces, The entire Military seems to be on a High state of Alert.

Bartlett: Well while our nation was in its Isolationist stance too much happen and we are just trying to make up for it

Rather: Like what?

Bartlett: Mainly the seizure of DPM land, being DPM's Oldest and closest ally we feel we had a stake in that land, also having forces nearby we were ready to take said land, well we seek to remedy this. And with this remedy we ask a question. Why does Dubelco come into our lake, Establish military bases, basically setting themselves up to strangle our great nations interests in this region and the world in general. Before they had no reason to post a permanent fleet here, Now they have half a dozen naval bases and a setup that could seel us within this lake, unable to come to the aid of our Allies outside the region should they be attacked. Also what is the reason for these bases? what is in Lake Ontario that is so precious that Dubelco needs to protect? Featherstones America? I think that is one nation, One nation that I deeply respect, that can handle itself. Plus there have been no major threats to Featherstones America, ever as far as I can remember or see. So what are they in need of extra protection for? Can they not protect themselves or do they need a Dubelcoan Big Brother beside them at all times. Mr. Featherstone, I would definitely like to work out a profitable relationship within this lake between your great nation and our own. One that excludes the overactive invadeaholic Dubelcoans. Need I remind you about Eastern Detroit. Dubelco was a close staunch Allie of Eastern Detroit and when Eastern Detroit was complacent and had its back turned, the entire Dubelcoan Military came down on them like a ton of bricks. Dubelco is definitely a nation that backstabs their allies. CoC has done none of that, they may have pulled support in an allied war but they never flat out attacked a nation they had a Mutual Defense treaty with. We even offer you the entire Island of Kusa if you boot all Dubelcoan Forces out of your nation and lands you control, which should leave their base count much smaller, and I believe that will help keep the region stabilized, and less threatened.

Sorry there got off on a tangent.

Oh and West Palm Beach Companies, whatever Dubelco is paying for their bases, we can pay you more if you do not grant them any leases.

Rather: Ummm wow, Mr. Premier, you still have not explained why you have mobilized forces.

Bartlett: Oh that, that was just a rather expensive test, to prove how fast my forces can be mobilized and where they are able to strike on short notice, they are standing down and returning to base at the moment.

::Across the nation forces come off alert, Warplanes are pulled back into their hangars for maintainence and Ships begin returning to their regular patrol zones::

Bartlett: And if that answers all of your questions good night.

Eastern Detroit

24-07-2004, 04:53

Rather: ONE MORE QUESTION!!?!?!?!?!!

Bartlett: Fine, what is it?

Rather: what of the 16th Airborne MP brigade that is currently in MadderMike

Bartlett: Oh them, they are there to help train up the MadderMike MP corps, to make the MadderMike Military a much better Unit, so they are conducting Exercises with MadderMike MP's.

Rather: So they have nothing to do with MadderMike's Ultimatum to New Dubelco?

Bartlett: Nothing at all.

Indian Casino Operator

24-07-2004, 15:17

St Lawrence River

Hungry Trout is making his way back to Indian Casino Operator in his little sloop. He made the sloop himself from 100 year old plans. It was a suprisingly agile and sturdy craft. He had been fishing and relaxing before getting back to his job as a blackjack dealer.

He notices a fierce firefight at the normally placid Manarthian outpost. He can't make out who is fighting who but this is obviously no drill.

Hungry Trout gets on his homemade Ham radio putting out a massive 5 watts of power and sends a morse code message to anyone who can receive his message.

In an LHA off the coast of the lands formerly known as CWL

Radioman Second Class Stupid Crow has been listening to the ham radio frequencies during idle time. He is a morse code fanatic and gets quite a kick out of doing the translation in his head. He hears a faint broken-up message about some sort of battle in the St. Lawrence River. The message is repeated over and over. Stupid Crow records the message and calls the Comm Officer over to listen. By now Stupid Crow has typed the message for all to read.

Not sure what he has the Comm Officer takes the message to the CO. The CO gets on the scrambler and notifies Chief Standing Bull. Chief Standing Bull not sure what he has either sends a Flash message to Chief Howling Wolf.

Chief Howling Wolf not knowing what is going on sends a message to Prime Minister Estabi
***To Prime Minister Estabi***
We have reports of terrorist activity at your base in the St. Lawrence River. Do you need assistance.

s Chief Howling Wolf
**************

Manarth

24-07-2004, 20:25

Manarthian Base, St. Lawrence River

Another guard is shot by the covering fire, and lies clutching his arm, on the ground. The guards continue to fire towards the advancing Dubelcoans. Suddenly, a light streaks out towards the Briefing room.

Guards: RPG!!!

The grenade hits the room, and blows the walls inward, crushing one of the guards, and Westbrook, under a cascading cluster of rubble. The guard's scull is smashed, and Westbrook's legs are pinned under the rubble.

One of the dock workers, trying to be stealthy, and with Guard coverfire, has run towards a undamaged PT boat, trying to get at it's .50 caliber Machine gun.

Lake Clarke City

Estabi: What? A base is under attack?

To: ICO Military command
From: Prime Minister Estabi
Re: Alleged Attack

If you have units in the area, we would be honored to have your assistance.

Indian Casino Operator

24-07-2004, 21:49

Chief Howling Wolf sends an encrypted Flash Message to Chief Standing Bull apprising him of the situation and telling him to make haste in assisting the base under attack and appointing him area commander.

In an LHA off the coast of the lands formerly known as CWL
Chief Standing Bull has had the radio rooms of the three LHAs triangulate the location of the radio signal and they have come up with a best guess estimate of the base under attack. He has sent a request to ICO intelligence to see if there is a spy satellite pass in that area. The satellite images are actually routed from MadderMike who in turn steals them from other countries. Everyone thought with the whaling fiasco that this would have been cut off but the MadderMikians probably forgot about the whole thing.

Chief Standing Bull estimates they are still about 45 minutes to an hour from being able to launch the choppers to get to the attack site. He sends a message to OP-Command in ICO asking if military units are in the area.

After a very tense 10 minutes a reply comes in that the latest experimental Sea Shadow catamaran medium endurance cutter from Clydebank Shipyards, bearing two MK38 25mm machine guns and 15 Indian Scouts (Seal Team) are about 10 minutes away if they go at full speed. The cutter has not yet been certified to attempt a full speed run.

Chief Standing Bull sends a Flash message to the CO of the cutter, explaining the situation, the probable location of the base, and takes full responsibility for any damage caused by doing a full speed run at this stage in the acceptance trials.

The CO of the cutter LT Frying Bacon acknowledges the order and gives the order to proceed full speed ahead. The crew estimates the ship is moving at 45 knots or more. The CO briefs the leader of the Indian Scouts as best he can, unknown layout, unknown enemy, unknown status of the defenders, unknown size of the enemy force, unknown reason for the attack. "Do your best." is all he can say.

Indian Casino Operator

24-07-2004, 21:55

25mm MK38 machine gun
http://www.fas.org/man/dod-101/sys/ship/weaps/mk-38-dvic547.jpg

Manarth

25-07-2004, 07:29

Current support for parties:

Democratic Socialist party: Gu92 Million

The Democratic Republican party: Gu27 Million

Conservative party: Gu53 Million

The Manarthian Workers Party: Gu6 Million

The Radical Liberals party: Gu27 Million

Poll conducted by Manarth University:

DS: 31%
DR: 20%
C: 23%
MW: 3%
RL: 11%
Undecided: 11%

Dubelco

25-07-2004, 08:52

At Mu-1 base...

Omega Flight, still not advancing, shoots at any guards/forces they see.

At the docks...

Bravo Flight begins to move when guard fire from the dock catches them off guard. Omega 6 is hit.

BFL: 6 is hit, take cover!

They hault their movement. Bravo six is hit in the left arm, bleeding badly. Bravo 8(Saw Man) begins to fire on the guards on the dock more sustained. Omega 7 see's someone moving along a PT boat, but can't see it well enough from his position. He yells for someone to RPG the boat, but the others can't until the suppresion fire allows them to move, as they are flat on the ground.

Alpha and the Engineers make their way through the buildings picking off anyone they see. Alpha makes it to what appears to be the armory and fans out.

AFL: Ok boys, set up screen here. Engineers, plant explosives on all buildings.

Moving in groups of 2, one setting one covering, the engineers begin to set C-4 remote charges on the buildings. Alpha waits for any guards to appear.

Manarth

25-07-2004, 18:15

OOC: This post is for FA, which does not yet have a forum account.

To: CoC Leadership
From: Jake Featherstone, President of CSA
Re: Dubelco

Go futter yourself with a pinecone.

Respectfully yours,
Jake Featherstone

Manarth

25-07-2004, 18:22

Manarth Base, St. Lawrence River

The guard that mannaged to man the .50 opens fire, raking the Dubelco possitions around Alpha Flight. Two more guards are shot during the Dubelco advance, bringing the total of incompacitated or dead Manarthians to 7, with one wounded but fireing. 12 remain unhurt, plus 2 in the rubbled briefing room.

The dock workers that tried to reach the armory are also quickly shot by the attacking soldiers, before they could take up defensive possitions. The remaining 9 flee towards the main base.

At the main base, Soldiers awoke to the sounds of fireing, and have begun to collect their gear. Some of the faster ones have begun moving towards the port on foot. ETA, 4 minutes (2 posts) for about 13 of the fasters soldiers, in ad hoc squad formations. ETA 6 minutes (3 posts) for another 21.

Dubelco

26-07-2004, 07:54

At Mu-1 base....

The men of (I'm assuming it was a mistype) Bravo Flight get raked by the .50 cal. Bravo's 3, 5, and 6 are wounded badly with not much hope.

BFL: Damn that gun! Alpha leader we are pinned down and taking casualties.
....
AFL: Copy, we are not in a position to help, Engineers still working.
....
BFL: Copy that.
....
AFL: Engineers, how long!
....
Eng.3: First charges set. 2 more minutes tops(one post).
....
AFL: Screw it all, Alpha 2, 3, and 6 with me!

Alpha leader moves down through the remainder of the base towards the waters edge countering any guards they may pass.(I'm guessing its not a small place) Upon clearing guards and ground they take up positions and open fire on remaining dock guards and PT-Boat with RPG's/XM-8's.

Omega Flight is taking heavy fire now from the base.

OFL: Alpha leader men are moving in the base, perhaps towards you. We are taking heavy fire. Omega 6 and 7 are hit.
....
En route to the dock...
AFL: Copy that, 2 minutes more, wait for my signal to pull out.
....
OFL: Copy that. Omega, use up the RPG's!!

Omega's 2, 3, and 4 switch to RPG's on command and begin to fire until their ammo is used up, firing at any guards they see.

-edited due to bad typing-

Manarth

26-07-2004, 22:00

Manarth Base, St. Lawrence River

Of the remaining 12 soldiers, 2 are shot by Alpha Leads run towards the PT boat.

The reinforcements, coming from the main base, have hit Omega before they could arrive at the base to help. Hit with RPGs and fired on from defensive possitions, they take heavy losses. 5 are hit, 2 are killed instantly, and 3 more are wounded. The remaining 7 halt, and take up defensive possitions, awaiting reinforcements.

In the rubbled breifing room, Hawthorn has taken charge of the two remaining guards, one of which is busy trying to free Westbrook from the rubble pinning his legs.

Hawthorn: Just leave him for now, he'll be fine once we clear out these attackers. Follow me.

Hawthorn and the two guards exit the building through the now ruined wall, Hawthorn only stopping to pick up and turn the safety off of the fallen guard's OICW carbine. Suddenly, Alpha lead, and his troops run across his path. Their covering fire goes wide. He and the guards open fire, though they aren't sure if they hit anyone.

Hawthorn: Come on now, we can't waste time on these small frys. We've need more men to win this.

They head off, towards the main base, in order to flank Omega and free the reinforcements.

By the docks, a PT boat has been sighted farther down the river, and racing towards the Manarthian base. It is holding fire for now, not sure what part of the base is held by friend, and what is held by foe.

Manarth

26-07-2004, 22:20

Election results are in!!!

The following seats have been won by each party in the lower house:

Out of 200 seats.

DS: 70
DR: 32
C: 50
MW: 17
RL: 31

The upper house seats have gone as follows:
(Winner/Second)

Lake Clarke City: DS/C
Port Hrabe: DR/C
New Eatsville: DS/RL
Osterbeck: C/DS
New Quinto City: C/MW
Fort Custer: RL/C
West Miami: DS/DR
Jupiter Beach: DS/DR
Northern Brittania: DS/C
Western Ohio: DS/MW

Total:
DS: 7
DR: 3
C: 6
MW: 2
RL: 2

The Democratic Socialists have made a deal with the Radical Liberals, giving them a 101 man majority in the Lower house, and allowing for the election of 3 DS and 2 RL lower house members to serve in the upper house.

Total for Upper House:

DS: 10
DR: 3
C: 6
MW: 2
RL: 4

Having a clear majority in the upper house, the new Prime Minister is Hans Jakeway, who has appointed the RL candidate, Rupert Ortega as his DPM.

Manarth

02-08-2004, 03:12

OOC: Dubelco... You're move.

Dubelco

05-08-2004, 01:44

OOC: Sorry, either you or me has done something wrong RP wise, need to talk to you on AIM.

Dubelco

12-08-2004, 05:54

*Hawthorn's men's fire into Alpha Leader and his men, hitting all but Alpha 6. Alpha 6 hits the dirt and fakes it while Hawthorn runs off.*

A6: This is Alpha 6 to Bravo Lead, Alpha lead is down, repeat Alpha lead and Alpha 2 and 3 are down. Over!
.....
BFL: ****! I've lost over half my men here. We need to...

Bravo Leader is hit by guards on the dock, as Bravo 8 was hit.

A6: Bravo Lead? Bravo Lead!
.....
OFL: Whats going on soldier!?
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A6: Alpha lead and Bravo lead are down. Whats your status?
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OFL: Omega's 3, 4, 5, and 8 are down. They hit us hard, but we hit them.
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A6: Engineers, status!
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EL: Last charges being set. 1 minute.
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A6: Copy, once your done, pull out and head home!
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EL: Roger that. Over and out.
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A6: Bravo Flight, come in!
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A6: Bravo Flight? Omega lead, Bravo flight is down!
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A6: Omega lead? Damn it all to hell! Remaining Alphas pull out! Engineers finish up and run!

The engineers finish the last set of explosives on the buildings. Alpha 6 checks his downed soldiers, all who are dead except Alpha lead. He hoists AL over him and carries him towards the base. Alpha 5 runs over from his position with the engineers and helps him. Alpha's 7-8 cover them as they move out of the base with the engineers with them. Once they are about 100 feet away from the base EL pulls out a remote device and pushes a red button....

Manarth

13-08-2004, 05:28

Manarth Base, St. Lawrence River

The explosion is big. As Hawthorn is thrown to the ground by the blast, he can distantly (actually kinda close, but to his ears it's distant) the sounds of rounds cooking off in the armory.

The base is devistated. The docked ships have capsized, the infrastruction is totaled, the helicopters on the ground are so riddled with bullets that only one is really salvageable. At this point, the remaining guards and soldiers (those that lived through the blast) are more concerned with tending to the wounded than actually figuring out where the remains of the attackers have run off to.

Henceland Omega

13-08-2004, 20:58

*tag* OOC: Shoot, I forgot I haven't been to any forums since the new ones went up...

New Edenstein

28-08-2004, 20:43

In New Raliegh, a FA fleet steams into the harbor... and is granted permission to dock at the newly constructed ship yards, a hull of a battleship is under construction, along with a few smaller ships.

President Charlsburg sends a message to the FA ships

*offical Message*

To: Admiral of the FA fleet
From: President Charlsburg
Re: Presence

Admiral, I ask for a meeting with you to discuss relations between New Edenstein and FA

President Charlsburg

Of the council of clan

30-08-2004, 18:07

OOC: Kelso if this is a littel preemptive let me know

OOC: these are the CoC Mercs
IC:
Inside of FA 3 Battalions of Air Assault(Air Cav, Same Difference)(1400ish) load up in their MH-73 Night Owls.

2 Brigades of Airborne Load up in a mix of C-1B and C-130 Aircraft(7000ish)

1 Full Division of Air Assault Troops (including a new Stryker Brigade)(Basically the 101st Airborne Division)
are doing layouts and combat checks, going over plans, issueing orders.

1 Combat Wing of F-16's load up with a total 4 each J-SOW AGM-154B's(http://www.fas.org/man/dod-101/sys/smart/agm-154.htm)

And yes, each sub-munition WILL destroy a tank.

and thats a total of 2592 Sub-munitions

(hmm that would slaughter 6 divisions of tanks, from an air strike :-d )

Two Wings of F-22A and One wing of F-15C load up for escort.

(ooc: Kelso pick a target and I'll have them on the ground in no time )

Samotopia

02-09-2004, 03:30

OOC: Hello. I would like to start RPing with all of you if that would be alright. I don't know alot of you but I know Henceland Omega(because i'm Stephens little cousin for those of you who know him)so i hope that you all allow me to start RPing with you.

Edenstein

02-09-2004, 14:02

New Edenstein

02-09-2004, 17:50

*President Charlesburg, leader of the colony of New Edenstein appears on ENN, NBC and LETI news channels to make a huge annoucement*

Charlesburg: People of the Lake Regions, Ned Edenstein and most importantly Edenstein. Today is a new era in this history of our people, today we throw off the chains and impdeiments that have been place upon us by the mother country.

*he puts his hands on the lecturn*

We declare our independence from Edenstein.

Already, our ideals, traditions, history and way of life greatly differs from the people that we left not so long ago. We have already beganto train armed forces and militia to defend our country from the tyranny and opression that is Edenstein.

No this emperor, we will not take kindly to any of your threats. We WILL *smashes this hands on the lectern* Defend our way of life and our idealologies.

Thank you all and may god bless us on this great endevour...

*the screen flashes off and returns to the regularly scheduled program

Indian Casino Operator

02-09-2004, 18:35

Commander Spotted Mink CO of ICOS Bear a Spruance class destroyer receives a FLASH top secret message from sub-Chief Eagle Eyes. When he reads the message he takes off at flank speed towards the Northern Coast of Nimzonia. His orders are to pick up a very important prisoner from the famed prisons of Nimzonia. He is then to return at top speed to Main Teepee in Indian Casino Operator.

Indian Casino Operator

02-09-2004, 20:55

Samotopia

05-09-2004, 06:41

::President Sam-O sits and waits for the rest of the officials of Samotopia to start the meeting.The first to arrive is Vice President Frogg::

Frogg: How are you today Sam-O?

Sam-O: Fine thank you. Any idea where Red 13 is? I haven't seen him since I had my Driver drop him off at his........freinds house. oh not again.::after Sam-O says this Red 13 walks in. He trips on absoulutly everything on the way.::

Red 13: hey there Sammy,hick,boy what a party that was ,hick,.And Frooggy how's the wife and chrildren?::as he trips on his own feet.::

Frogg: Well meaning I'm not married I wounldn't know.::looks down and shakes his head.::

Sam-O: You told me you were at a friends house.

Red 13: I was. It just so happens,hick,he owns a bar down the street,hick.
::after this he faints and bangs his head on th table. Defence Minister Mel then walks in seeing Red 13 and stepps on him.::

Mel: He drunk again?

Sam-O/Frogg: How could you tell.

::10 minutes later the rest of the officials are in there seats waiting to talk about the issue over Indian Casino Operator.::

Sam-O: Today we are here to discuss the Fishing Grounds problem with Indian Casino Operator. Any suggestions?

Allison Sharpy: As the Environmental Advisor we should create certain areas for our Fishers to fish in. And have ICO Choose different spots.

Mia Ausa: We should set different time zones for our Fishers and ICO's.

Sam-O: very good. We shall vote on this Tomorrow morning.:: As he stands up so does everyone else and walks out of the room.::

Nimzonia

06-09-2004, 11:27

Highly encoded message to General Paulus Jaarinen of Nimzonia from Chief Howling Wolf: General we request some covert intelligence on the leadership of Samotopia. We have been experiencing hightened tensions due to conflicts around the fishing grounds between our two countries. As you know natives of ICO have very distinctive features and are not well suited to infiltrating different societies. We would be willing to finance these services and add money to your "re-election" coffers.

Highly encoded response Re: information request
************************************
Nimzonia is always willing to help its allies in the Great Lakes region. Our chief of intelligence, codenamed "Uncle Walrus", will contact you shortly. With regards to payment, have your people contact my "Campaign Manager", and an arrangement can be worked out. What do you intend to do with Martin Shone once his contract is complete?
s/ General Jaarinen

Shortly afterwards, a second encrypted message arrives.

Re: Information Request
*************************************
This is Uncle Walrus. A covert operations sub en-route to LETIreijk has been diverted to assist. Please make port facilities available for the submarine, RNS Oilslick, which is carrying a team of agents who will be made available for the duration of this operation. Agent "Elder Whale" is the team leader, so discuss the mission details with him.
s/ Uncle Walrus

OOC: my connection is likely to be sporadic for the next week or two, so I'll post when I can.

Samotopia

07-09-2004, 23:58

President Sam-O had just walked in to take start the vote.

Sam-O: Good morning everyone time to vote.Before we start are there any more suggestions?

Elder Moddy: We could Declare war!

Sam-O: Yes lets Declare war on a country thats bigger than us has a bigger Army and everything.::In a Sarcasm voice. after the votes were taken,
Sam-O Counted the votes.

Sam-O: well after the votes are counted here is the score

Allison Sharpy's idea 29
Mia Ausa's idea 09
Elder Moddy's idea 04

Indian Casino Operator

09-09-2004, 20:18

Highly encoded message to General Jaarinen:
Contributions forwarded to your "Campaign Manager". Martin Shone will be given a small craft to disrupt the Samotopian fishing interests. He will be instructed that if he interferes with our fishing or Nimzonian fishing he will be summarily shot on sight. Please inform RNS Oilslick to dock at pier 3 Main Teepee harbor.

*****************

Chief Howling Wolf calls for his head of intelligence, Hatchet Face. He directs her to meet Agent "Elder Whale" on board the RNS Oilslick which will soon be docking in Main Teepee harbor. Hatchet Face is probably one of the most intelligent people Chief Howling Wolf has ever met, man or woman, she is however, in his opinion, the ugliest woman on the planet. She has weathered blotchey skin, her face is pock marked with acne scars and several long scars of unknown origin, her hair is straggly, thin and cut to about 1 1/2 inches. He has seen small children begin to cry in her presence.

Chief Howling Wolf directs units of the "Arctic Defence" squadron to escort fishing in the Samotopia - ICO fishing waters.

The ICOS Eagle a heavily modified America class CVA quite a bit smaller with 20 F14, 5 Viking ASW, 2 A6D tankers and 2 CH47s is accompanied by The ICOS Diamondback Spruance class DD
The ICOS Lynx Perry Class FFG
The ICOS Bobcat Perry Class FFG
The ICOS Travois Supply class AFS

Of the council of clan

10-09-2004, 16:44

ooC:C'mon Kelso, I have the forces, let me cut them loose on manarth

just pick a target

CoC News

13-09-2004, 17:12

::In CoC News Trisha Tokanowa formerly a reporter for the now defunct MNN network gets a phone call from one of her informants::

Tokanowa: This is Tokanowa speaking?

Informant: Hey I just got some satellite recon photo's of Featherstones America you might want to see.

Tokanowa: Oh? military movements?

Informant: Not quite, it appears that they have put all of their Black citizens in camps, and they are now loading them up in box trucks. They seem to go into the trucks alive and willing. Something happens and when the trucks finish driving they arive at what appears to be a mass grave and Soldiers take bodies out of the trucks and bury them. Since our agency is thin on agents on the ground we can't tell you more. But this appears to be genocide.

Tokanowa: How much for the pictures? and if you have video that'd be even better.

Informant: For both, 25,000 pounds

Tokanowa: Deal! ::slams the phone down and smiles:: Pulitzer here I come.

Manarth

16-09-2004, 20:32

Admiral Steven Portlage, the commander of what remained of the Manarthian navy, sat uncomfortably in the cramped quarters of the Silencer class submarine. Fortunately for Manarth, during the Northern Brittania attack, almost every sub was out performing routine patrols, and avoided the fate of the fleets stationed there.

His hastily assembled submarine wolfpack was about to do the unthinkably stupid, but staffed with only volenteers, were more than willing to die for thier goal to succeed.

Captain Mark McMillian Rutters (named after the Marine leader), looked through the periscope and consulted the sonar and surface radar opperatives. Then he nodded.

CPT Rutters: Admiral, we've made it all the way undetected. I can't guarentee we'll have a free ride in, but I've got you this far. Good luck, and Prophet speed you past the void.

The Admiral ran to one of the waiting helicopters, as the Captain relayed the order to surface to the rest of the wolfpack. Soon, the rotars turning, the helicopters took off through the open canopy, and speed off towards the land in front of them.

Looking out, the Admiral could see fourty one other helos in the air, moving in formation behind his own. Streaking low to the water, they watched as the subs resubmurged and slunk back to Manarth. As they approached the mainland, no fire shot out to greet them, the black sky blanketed them from the ground. Touching down in a cratered field, the helicopters set down, and everyone disembarked, including the pilots. Grabbing everything they could from the helos, they moved foward toward the thin sliver of water they could see in the distance...

The Welland Canal lay before them, and somewhere a pocket of HO soldiers needed to break out. It was up to them, a band of 884 soldiers to break an entire invasion force, and save the day...

Admiral Portlage was sweating, but was still in fair enough shape. This was the most moronic plan he'd ever had, but he was going to make it work, or die trying.

Nimzonia

20-09-2004, 18:47

The special operations submarine RNS Oilslick glided almost silently into the Main Teepee harbour. In a cramped briefing room, agent Elder Whale was briefing the rest of his team. He wore an immaculate tux even on the submarine. His sleek black hair was probably a toupe, and knowing Nimzonian special ops, had at least fifteen different types of weapon concealed in it.

"...and lemonsh around the edgesh. Sho, doesh anyone have any queshtionsh?" he finished, and looked around expectantly.

"I have a question." said Agent 'Glacier Mint', who was short and fat, and looked like some kind of harmless middle aged shopkeeper in his grubby overalls, "What do we know about... Hatchet Face?"

"Well, she... I'm asshuming she'sh a woman, although the picturesh I've sheen were ambiguoush. She'sh the head of the Indian Cashino Operator intelligenshe network. I'm afraid our dosshier on her ish rather shparshe. It reccomendsh not judging her on her ferocioush appearance, as she ish more cunning than she at firsht appearsh." He showed them a blurry photograph.

"Well, that's really helpful." said Agent 'Ice Queen', who actually did look like some kind of mythical arctic witch queen, with here pale complexion and high, angular cheekbones. Her silver-blonde hair was tied back in a serious bun, that was so tight, it looked like it might collapse in on itself and form a singularity at any moment. "How did she manage to get a job in intelligence with a face like that? She'd hardly go unnoticed."

"Her other talentsh musht clearly compenshate." said Elder Whale. "Now, are there any more queshtionsh? Shub Zero?"

The agents turned and looked at the final member of the team, who was sitting slightly apart from the group, not out of choice, but because the others subconsciously sat as far from him as they could get. Nothing in the fourteen-year-old's expression seemed to suggest that this bothered him. In fact, it was probably this lack of expression that had earned him the codename Sub Zero in the first place. Sometimes he smiled at a witticism or suchlike, but the others suspected that this was a coached reaction. They also believed that his hair was dyed black, and his eyes weren't brown at all, but the reasons for that were classified.

"No questions." he said, flatly. The others breathed a sigh of relief. Nobody really wanted to have to explain anything to him.

"Right." said Elder Whale, and loosened his collar tightly. They sat there in silence for a few moments. Sub Zero seemed to exude silence. Elder Whale cleared his throat. "I exshpect we should have arrived by now. I'm going to er... shpeak to the captain."

Shortly afterwards, the captain of the sub surreptitiously informed the harbour control of their successful docking.

OOC: Back online, finally!

Indian Casino Operator

22-09-2004, 03:00

Hachet Face stood on pier three in Main Teepee harbor exuding ugliness. She watched as the RNS Oilslick slowly approached the docking area. As always the seamanship of the regular Nimzonian Navy was impeccable though the reserve Navy wasn't nearly as professional.

She was pretty sure Elder Whale was the Nimzonian spy who almost always wore a tuxedo. She had watched some of his exploits in Spain and France. She felt he was quite successful in Spain but let his distain for the French override his mission. She wasn't sure but deduced the Nimzonian team was going to contain the fat one and the beauty queen. Probably some others. This mission was important, she was so well known that there was no way she could get into Samotopia, it would have to be the Nimzonians.

With the sketchy information she had on the Samotopians she hoped to give the team at least a good insertion point. She had arranged to have the ICOS Eagle battle group come close to Samotopia just when the Nimzonian team was to get in. This would draw attention to the impressive battle group concentrating the Samotopian navy to the Northeast and the Nimzonians could come in from the south.

As the RNS Oilslick drew near an Indian sailor approached Hatchet Face, he was very drunk and amorous until he saw her face. He stopped dead in his tracks and sobered up quickly saying "No man could be that drunk." She sneered and told him to go back to his ship or she would tell all his shipmates that she slept with him. He dashed off quickly.

Indian Casino Operator

22-09-2004, 03:06

Hatchet Face announced herself to the topside watch as the RNS Oilslick docked. She told him to tell the captain she wanted to meet the team onboard. There is no reason to let any spies in Indian Casino Operator take photos of the Nimzonian team. She thought.

Nimzonia

22-09-2004, 03:24

The Nimzonian sailor scurried off to relay the message immediately, glad to be out of Hatchet Face's presence. Later, he would swear that some kind of sea monster had risen from the depths, and accosted him.

Hatchet face was then led down to the covert ops briefing room. This led to an even more uncomfortable situation in the cramped space, as the team decided whether they would rather sit next to Hatchet Face or Sub Zero. Eventually, they reluctantly sat nearer Sub Zero, because at least he looked human.

"Ah, Hatchet Fashe" Elder Whale greeted the Indian intelligence chief, "Sho pleashed to finally make your acquaintanshe. My name ish Whale - Elder Whale, and theshe are my agentsh."

He waved a hand around, to indicate the others in the room. Only Sub Zero seemed prepared to look Hatchet Face in the eye. The others seemed to find the ceiling or the floor suddenly very appealing.

"Glashier Mint, Ishe Queen, and Shub Zero." he introduced them. Ice Queen and Glacier Mint (who had grown a new moustache since the last photo of him had reached indian intelligence) nodded vaguely. Sub Zero's expression barely changed; perhaps a slight, barely perceptible raising of the edge of the mouth.

Elder Whale clapped his hands together in anticipation, "Sho, letsh hear what daring deedsh the Indian Cashino Operator intelligenshe network hash in shtore for ush!"

Samotopia

22-09-2004, 20:01

President Sam-O was sitting at his desk and Vice president Frogg was standing looking at files of LOTI and LETI. Sam-O had looked confused and upset about something, when Frogg noticed this he asked::

Frogg: What's up Sam-O?::Sam-O didn't answer::
Frogg: Sam-O how long have we been friends?

Sam-O: Since you were 11 and I was 22, why?

Frogg: Than can't you trust me enough to tell me what's wrong?::Frogg by this point was getting worried about his Friend::

Sam-O: It's just that ICO hasn't answered us yet about the fishing problem. I'm getting kind of worried, what if it turns out bad? Then what do we do. I won't risk a war with ICO.::After that he turns around and won't say another word. Frogg then knew the conversation was over and countinued looking at filies of LETI and LOTI::

Indian Casino Operator

22-09-2004, 22:54

Hatchet Face outlined the plan to have ICOS Eagle battle group provide diversion for the insertion of the Nimzonian spy team. She further explained that they had very little information about Samotopia. Very few of their people gambled at the casinos, so they couldn't be set up as spies when they lost their life savings at the blackjack tables.

She kept looking at Sub Zero wondering if he was part of this GELF experiment. That was her second priority - to find out more on this GELF issue.

She explained how Martin Shone was going to be given a small ship to harass the Samotopian fishing fleet using the excuse the Samotopians are not using dolphin free nets to catch tuna. The fact there are no tuna nor porpoises in Lake Ontario won't stop Shone from attacting the news media. She further hinted that any excuse for the Indians to shoot him out of the water would be used -- Then she got an inspirational flash -- How would the RNS Oilslick like to torpedo him as payback for all the trouble he caused up North? This could easily be blamed on the Samotopians and get them in hot water in the international community.

Indian Casino Operator

22-09-2004, 23:06

In a small sheltered fishing village on the Southern edge of Indian Casino Operator

The 7 man guard team lead Martin Shone to a leaky well worn tiny tramp steamer. Right on cue appeared a crew of 15 idealistic young men and women ready to follow Martin Shone, leader of Blue Peace. Blue Peace is an attention seeking environmental group with the stated goal of cleaning up the world's oceans, lakes, rivers, and streams. The unwritten goal is to make Martin Shone famous and rich.

Shone gathered the crew, started the steamer and in less than two hours chugged out of the harbor. The craft was barely seaworthy but loaded onboard was state of the art communications gear set up to allow live satellite feeds to the major news networks. This was one of Shone's tactics - to show some country's environmental mishaps and make news out of it. Keeping his face on the news and the donations rolling in.

Nimzonia

22-09-2004, 23:16

Elder whale nodded at points throughout Hatchet Face's explanation. He seemed particularly pleased with the idea of torpedoing Martin Shone.

"Yesh, I think the captain will be highly appreciative of that idea." he chuckled, "If he shurvishes yet again, we had a few gamesh of texshash hold'em on the way here, to shee who'd get the privelige of shooting the revolting little man if he ever made a nushianshe of himshelf again."

"Exactly what information do you require us to collect?" Ice Queen enquired, looking haughtily down her pointy nose at Hatchet Face, "Names and photos of senior officials? Details of military and nuclear capabilities? As much as we can find out within an allotted time? Details, please."

"Do you even know if they like coffee in Samotopia?" asked Glacier Mint, "I can't work without coffee!"

Sub Zero, of course, watched the briefing unfold in expressionless silence. If he noticed Hatchet Face examining him, he didn't say anything.

Samotopia

23-09-2004, 03:01

President Sam-O was still looking confussed and upset. Stareing out of the window in his office with Frogg still standing nexted him looking at files.::

Frogg::Frogg put the filies down and looked at Sam-O:: It's getting late mabey you should go home Sam-O.

Sam-O: No, Not until i haer word from ICO.

Frogg: Fine, I'll be back tomorrow, ok?

Sam-O: yea ok.:: pauses for a second and says:: Hey have you seen Mel?

Frogg: No now i'm leaving. good-bye.

Sam-O: Bye.::looking away again out of the window::

Indian Casino Operator

23-09-2004, 14:49

"Exactly what information do you require us to collect?" Ice Queen enquired, looking haughtily down her pointy nose at Hatchet Face, "Names and photos of senior officials? Details of military and nuclear capabilities? As much as we can find out within an allotted time? Details, please."

"Do you even know if they like coffee in Samotopia?" asked Glacier Mint, "I can't work without coffee!"

Hatchet Face looked at the smooth skin of Ice Queen and thought She never ventured out in the Nimzonian winter, was she tough enough for the job? She answered, "We don't know much about the type of government, other than somebody named Sam is the Head-of-State. We know military service is compulsory, we don't know the size, readiness, state of their equipment, whether they even have an Airforce, Navy, or Marine Expeditionary Force. We need to know if they have a nuclear deterrent, if so do they have a delivery method, if you can get a feel for the mood of the general populace it will be most helpful.

"As for coffee, I don't know. I'm positive that Nebulabucks has started making inroads into Samotopia. They are spreading like a cancer upon LOTI, masking their over priced bitter tasting product with incredible marketing. Thank God we still get Fetid Fens Blue Mountain Coffee here." Hatchet Face summed up.

She ws beginning to like Sub Zero, maybe he was a robot but at least he didn't throw-up while looking at her, and he didn't turn away.

"One final detail, here are some documents for each of you, I have MadderMikian passports, and Holy Toledo passports all you have to do is insert your photos and seal them up. We know there are daily flights from Holy Toledo to Samotopia so at least they are welcome. Holy Toledo is a Catholic Muslem county so everyone expects them to be unstable and MadderMike well ..."

Nimzonia

23-09-2004, 16:20

"Poshing ash MadderMikiansh ish eashy." said Elder Whale, "All you have to do ish change the topic of any convershation to gunsh and ammo."

"How does one pass as a Toledan?" asked Glacier Mint, "I don't think I've much experience with that country."

"Jusht code shwitch between English, Arabic, and Latin, and I'm sure you'll be fine." said Elder Whale.

Elder Whale handed out the documents from Hatchet Face, "Shomeone fetch a camera. We'll do the picturesh shtraight away. Remember to shmile, everyone; if your picture makesh you look like a shociopath, they're more likely to shtop and shearch you." He glanced at Sub Zero, "Well, do the besht you can, anyway."

Glacier Mint disappeared for a few minutes, and came back with a small digital camera.

Elder Whale continued, "Ishe Queen and Myshelf shall inveshtigate their government and high officialsh, and shee if we can get ahold of defenshe documentsh from the top of the chain of command. Glashier Mint, you shall hang around the coffee houshesh and barsh and such, and shee what the people think of the government and itsh polishiesh, and shee if you can work out their idioshyncrashiesh," The others frowned, not quite sure what that word was supposed to be. Elder Whale cleared his throat, and continued, "And Shub Zero, you shall inveshtigate their military capabilitiesh, readinesh, and level of training. That'll be the more dangeroush part, but hopefully nobody will shushpect a kid hanging around a military bashe."

Sub Zero tilted his head slightly, in assent. Glacier Mint cheered up considerably, thinking himself to have rather the easier end of the deal, or at least, the more enjoyable. Ice Queen maintained her expression of general disgust at her immediate surroundings, so whether or not she approved of her role was unclear.

"Onshe theshe photosh are done, we'll be ready to commenshe, I think." Elder Whale addressed Hatchet Face again, "Ish there a shpeshific time conshtraint for the operation?"

Nieureijk Nimzonia

24-09-2004, 01:57

2am, on a quiet stretch of Indian Casino Operator Coastline

A group of shady gentlemen were waiting impatiently by the edge of the woods, for a signal from the sea. They were all clad in heavy coats and hats, and tended to assume hunched postures to further conceal their features, even though it was dark, and there was nobody for miles around.

Someone expecting a gang of smugglers or other seedy criminal types, would have been surprised to learn that the group consisted of a number of high ranking Nimzonian military officers. The seniormost was Field Marshall Helstag, supreme commander of all Nimzonian ground forces, and among his cohorts were General Tobiassen, commander of 1st Army, General Hanstveit, commander of 4th (reserve) army, and a handful of Major and Lieutenant Generals. They had all managed to time their leave at the same time, and had all gone on extended vacation, taking routes via various different countries to all congregate in Lake Ontario at the same time.

"I hope you know what you're doing." Muttered Tobiassen to Helstag. Helstag blew a cloud of smoke from his cigar in Tobiassen's direction.

"Of course I know what I'm doing." said Helstag, "E-C-N will jump at this opportunity, you can count on it."

Tobiassen nodded, and stared back out to sea. After a while, he thought he saw a flashing light. "Hey!" he said, "Is that the sub?"

Helstag looked through his binoculars, "That's them alright. Signal the response."

One of the lieutenant-Generals lifted a lamp, and flashed a reply. The group of officers made their way down to the beach, where, after a few minutes, they were met by a Psyevdorusskiyan manning a raft.

"Greetings, Comrades." said the Psyevdorusskiyan, "Boss Grishenko will be glad to see you have all made it safely. Please, step aboard."

The Generals clambered into the raft, and were ferried out to the waiting submarine Penguinsk, an old November-class sub that, although it belonged to the Psyevdorusskiyan navy, was effectively controlled by the mafia. They were shown down into a meeting room, where a fat man in a fine suit was awaiting them. The room had been decorated as best as a submarine could be, with various trappings of wealth, but occasional rust and rivets showed here and there.

"Comrade Helstag!" Grishenko, the fat man beamed, "So glad your little cabal could make it. I've had my own problems evading the watchful minions of him upstairs, but we are all here safe and sound! Wonderful!"

"Evgeny!" Helstag smiled thinly, and shook the Psyevdorusskiyan's hand, "Let us hope that the E-C-N nazis are as welcoming."

"Hah!" chuckled Grishenko, "With our proposal, how could they not be? Ivan! Fetch some wine and food for our guests. This ship may be cramped and smelly, but that does not meen we must endure discomfort!"

The submarine dived, and headed for the rocky little spit of land near West Palm Beach, where the E-C-N corporation supposedly had its headquarters.

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OOC: I figured by the time all the plotting and planning is underway, the Huron canals conflict will be over, so I thought we might as well get started on this.

Samotopia

24-09-2004, 02:46

Vice President Frogg had went back into the office the next morning and Sam-O was still staring out of the window not moving.::

Frogg: Did you even fall asleep last night?::as he picked up somemore filies.::

Sam-O: I can feel it in my mind. I know something is going to happen.

Frogg: Nothing will happen trust me.

Sam-O: I can't get it out of my mind. Something is going to happen.:: At this point he had gotten a headache and had begun to cluch his head.::

Frogg: You gonna be ok?

Sam-O: Yea fine.:: and started to stare out of the window onceagain.::

Indian Casino Operator

24-09-2004, 19:19

Northeastern Coast of Samotopia

The ICOS Eagle battle fleet was nearing the edge of Samotopia's International 12 mile limit. She turned into the wind and began launching F14s.

In the disputed fishing grounds

Martin Shone arrived in his battered, barely seaworthy rust bucket. He gathered his idealistic crew and addressed them "Tomorrow at daybreak we will once again begin our war to save the environment. The Samotopians have been fishing for black-necked tuna without using dolphin free nets. You all know that dolphins are more intelligent than humans, that they should be recognized as an independant sentient species and given human rights." He was getting the crew energized as they believed the only hope for dolphins was the crew of this little ship.

Shone continued "At sun up we will show the world the despicable practices of the Samotopians. The world must know what is going on here in Lake Ontario. We have to push back these barbaric practices and lead the world into a perfect harmony with the fragile environment."

He made sure the crew knew how to operate the cameras and the satellite uplink feeds to the various news services. The news services like to pretend they don't "Pay for News" but they know Martin Shone's tapes bring in large audiences and he charges dearly for their exclusive use. Martin then turned to one of the more attractive crew members and invited her to his cabin for a lecture on the mating rituals of the lecherous sleeze bag.

Pier Three Main Teepee

Hatchet Face told Elder Whale she wanted results in two weeks time. It would take that much time to get the Indian War Party ready. She said her good byes and reluctantly departed the ship. She liked loooooong undersea voyages as the only female aboard. Sailors will be sailors.

Indian Casino Operator

24-09-2004, 19:29

Urgent Message from Chief Howling Wolf of Indian Casino Operator to Samotopian Government

The Great Spirit created the hunting grounds of the Adirondak Bark Eater Tribe then tripped over the tallest mountain squashing them down to their current height. He cried out in pain creating the rivers and lakes of the North. When he saw the Chosen People of the Adirondak Bark Eater Tribe were hungry he created fish in these waters. He told my ancestor the fish were stupid and were food for his people, but not to eat them all. Your people eat too many fish.

S/Chief Howling Wolf

Nimzonia

24-09-2004, 20:01

Main Teepee harbour

Once Hatchet Face had departed, and the captain had clearance from the harbour control, RNS Oilslick moved away from pier three, and out to sea, heading for the suggested insertion site on the coast of Samotopia. The pictures had gone reasonably well; Glacier Mint was quite jovial when he wanted to be, so it only took one attempt to get a good photo of him. Despite considering smiling to be undignified, Ice Queen managed to produce one after two or three attempts. Elder Whale only took three attempts to get a good photo, because of the way his teeth kept twinkling whenever he smiled. Then, it had taken them most of the rest of the evening to get a good photo of Sub Zero. Elder Whale had tried to explain that a smile wasn't simply a matter of contorting one's face muscles.

At one point, later that evening, the sonar station reported picking up an underwater contact. After failing to detect it again, the captain gave the order to continue to the insertion point as planned. That was as close as any Nimzonian military units came to detecting the Penguinsk, and its high-ranking passengers.

Samotopia

24-09-2004, 20:04

:: President Sam-O had beem in a better mood after a nice long sleep when his secratary walked in and gave him a paper.::

Sam-O: What the.........::Frogg had heard him and started to read the message from ICO.::

Froog: Whats he mean by "we eat to many fish"?

Sam-O: I don't know. Besides whats he gonna do about it we don't even have ENOUGH Fish to feed our people.:: Looking angry he he starts to write somethin down.::

Frogg: What are you doing?

Sam-O: Sending a message back.

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Message to the Indian Casino Operaters government from Samotopia.

What do you mean by We eat to much fish we don't even have enough!!!
What are you gonna do invade us because it would seem like a very stupid reason to invade us about fish.
-Sam-O President of Samotopia

Indian Casino Operator

24-09-2004, 21:06

Message to the Indian Casino Operaters government from Samotopia.

What do you mean by We eat to much fish we don't even have enough!!!
What are you gonna do invade us because it would seem like a very stupid reason to invade us about fish.
-Sam-O President of Samotopia

Chief Howling Wolf finished reading the message from Sam-O and calls his advisors, Sub-Chief Eagle Eyes and Hatchet Face.
"What do you think." he asks.
"I think he is bluffing." replies Hatchet Face, "But we really need to wait until we get our intelligence report from Nimzonia."
"Where are our satellite photos? Are those damned MadderMikians asking for more money?" asks Eagle Eyes.
"The MadderMikians are up-grading their equipment and will have infra-red images in two weeks." answers Hatchet Face, she doesn't explain the Maddermikians were blocked by the new software on the spy satellites they usually steal images from and were working around it by using a different countries satellites. How she knew this was why she is the only high ranking official in Indian Casino Operator not related to Chief Howling Wolf.

Nimzonia

24-09-2004, 21:25

Off the coast of Samotopia

The RNS Oilslick surfaced, under cover of darkness, hopefully undetected thanks to the distraction provided by the ICOS Eagle battle group. The four agents, with all their kit and tools, climbed aboard a zodiac piloted by one of the Oilslick's sailors. It made its way silently to the beach; Elder Whale had managed to suppress the argument between Glacier Mint and Ice Queen about whether she really needed to bring two fur hats.

The zodiac dropped them off on the beach, and without much further ado, made its way back to the ship. Elder Whale addressed his team, "We'll shtick together until we reach the firsht major shitty," Glacier Mint stiffled a giggle. The only one who could keep a straight face when Elder Whale tried to say 'city' was Sub Zero. Elder Whale eyed Glacier Mint, and continued, "Then we'll shplit up and go our sheparate waysh. Remember, our exshtraction ish here in two weeksh. If you need evac before then, lodge a meshage on the covert opsh shatellite."

The three of them nodded, and together, the team made its way up the beach in search of a main road.

Nieureijk Nimzonia

28-09-2004, 02:42

Off the coast of E-C-N

The Penguinsk surfaced, under cover of darkness, and began to signal the island using flashing light, announcing its arrival in morse code and requesting directions for bringing the conspirators ashore.

E-C-N Corporation

28-09-2004, 16:40

Henré Autoeaux was on watch at pier 6 waiting for a signal from friends of the Count. He methodically swept the dark lake with his binoculars for a sign from the Nieureijk Nimzonians. His 10X50 Nikons quickly picked up the flashing light from the Penguinsk. He relayed the signal to operations and they told him to answer with the instructions on how to enter the covered submarine explosive handling wharf.

No reason to let those pesky spy satellites spot the incoming vessel. The entrance to the wharf had overhead wires crisscrossing the entire area. The purpose of these wires was to generate a heat signature to appear as a blur in any infra-red spy satellites.

E-C-N Corporation

28-09-2004, 16:48

The CEO of the E-C-N Corporation is Aldolpho Locoaleman. He is talking with his number two Count Roue De La Manx. The former number two had an unfortunate accident involving copious amounts of wine, gambling, two ladies of the evening and one jealous husband.

They are awaiting the arrival of their comrade-in-arms the Nieureijk Nimzonia Cabal. Aldolpho has an artificial left arm that squeaks, squeals and makes tiny whirring-clicking noises. It seems to work quite well as he is holding a crystal wine glass in his left hand with out dropping it nor crushing it.

Nieureijk Nimzonia

28-09-2004, 17:35

The Penguinsk acknowledged the instructions, and maneouvered its way into the concealed wharf. Commander Andropov, at least, was relieved to find E-C-N so well equipped; he would hate to have to explain to Psyevdorusskiyan naval command if he was caught on satellite doing errands for the mafia and other conspirators. Not that naval command would mind the fact that he was doing errands for the mafia; it would be getting caught doing it that they minded.

The Nimzonian Generals, along with Boss Grishenko and his lieutenant, stepped out onto the quay, still having their conversation. A haze of cigar smoke hung around them.

"So, how do you manage to get a submarine out here for us, without Boss Petrenko noticing?" General Tobiassen was asking.

"Ah, I thought someone would ask sooner or later," Grishenko chuckled, "Commander Andropov was already doing some of Boss Petrenko's dirty work in Lake Eerie. There's a fellow who knows the meaning of discretion; he didn't ask any questions at all, when I and my men turned up to 'oversee' the operation."

"Let us hope for both our sakes, that Petrenko doesn't find out." Field Marshall Helstag admonished, as they were led to the meeting location.

E-C-N Corporation

28-09-2004, 17:52

A tall buxom woman approaches the gathered generals and the Psyevdorusskiyans, at a distance she looks very interesting, as she approaches it is clear that she is in her mid 60s and she has two deep scars on her face showing through many layers of make-up.

She greets Boss Grishenko obviously memorizing his photo. "Welcome Boss Grishenko, gentlemen, Dr. Locoaleman is waiting for you, please follow me. She directs them through a an archway carved thru solid granite and into the depths of the island. After what seems to be 1/2 a mile they enter an elevator and are wisked up to the tallest battlement and into a meeting room.

"I am Dr. Aldolpho Locoaleman, welcome, we have been expecting you. This is my number two Count Roue De La Manx. Please sit down, there is ice cold vodka for the Psyevdorusskiyans, large flagoons of ale for the generals, or if you prefer some fine imported wine."

Nieureijk Nimzonia

28-09-2004, 19:44

The consensus among the Nimzonian generals is that ale is preferable, although Field Marshall Helstag accepts a glass of wine. Some of the generals even have large beards suited to quaffing. The conspirators sit themselves down around the meeting room, with Field Marshall Helstag and Boss Grishenko taking central positions.

"Greetings, Dr Locoaleman, Count De La Manx, and thank you for your hospitality." Field Marshall Helstag begins, "As much as I could beat around the bush, I will get straight to the point; My comrades and I feel the time has come for a change of regime in Nimzonia. General Jaarinen has become more centrist than ever, and too many undesirable minorities are becoming disproportionately influential."

He pauses slightly, as the other generals nod and murmur in agreement, and continues, "Unfortunately, the president has, over his two and a half decades in power, built up rather a cult of personality. It would be foolish to attempt a coup by direct action; most of the armed forces are steadfastly loyal to the Anchor party, and many military units and the people's militia would rebel - the civil unrest could last for years, and would be very undesirable indeed."

Helstag pauses again, to let that part sink in, before continuing, "In order to successfully seize the reins of power in Nimzonia, we cannot be seen to have a hand in Jaarinen's downfall. This is where I need your help, Dr Locoaleman. If the key figures in the Jaarinen regime can be successfully eliminated by an unknown third party, and my men and I can legitimately take control of the government, we can purge the remainder of the Anchor party loyalists at liesure."

"I would offer my men to perform this task," explains Boss Grishenko, "but with the close ties between General Jaarinen and Boss Petrenko, it would be political suicide for me to be seen in connection to this. Once General Jaarinen is out of the picture, I can eliminate Boss Petrenko, and maintain the friendly relations between the Nimzonian government and the Psyevdorusskiyan mafia." he smiles broadly, "And, of course, some of Boss Petrenko's lucrative little operations will require new leadership."

Field Marshall Helstag steeples his fingers, and turns his attention back to Dr Locoaleman and Count De la Manx, "So, can I rely on your help in this plan, gentlemen? I can assure you, your efforts will most certainly be well rewarded."

Nimzonia

28-09-2004, 21:41

Berokyome, Samotopia

The four Nimzonian agents were gathered in Elder Whale's hotel room, discussing their plans. A map of Samotopia was spread out on the bed, along with a couple of tourist brochures.

"Sho," Elder Whale was saying, "Tomorrow, Ishe Queen and myshelf shall get a train to the capital, Wutai, and shtart from there. Glashier Mint, you shall go here," Glacier Mint craned over, as Elder Whale pointed to a coastal city, "Wutai Beach shitty," Ice Queen and Glacier Mint stifled a snigger again. Elder Whale turned to Sub Zero, "You will have to find out where the nearesht military bashe ish, and go and inveshtigate there."

Sub Zero nodded. Glacier Mint was looking through one of the tourist brochures, "Wutai Beach city... says here it's Samotopia's biggest casino city! Woohoo! I didn't get to visit the casinos in Main Teepee!"

Elder Whale frowned, "Remember, don't shquander your mission fundsh!"

Glacier Mint nodded seriously, "Oh, yes, of course."

Elder Whale stood up, and started to usher them out of his room, "That'sh shettled then. Get a good night'sh shleep, and we'll get our plansh underway tomorrow."

The other agents all shuffled back to their rooms. While the other three agents had all insisted on plush, well furnished rooms, Sub Zero had been quite content to take a cheaper room, since the concept of luxury was mostly lost on him. He locked his door, and began going methodically through his equipment and supplies, making sure everything was in order.

One bag was entirely full of drugs. Not suspicious bags of white powder, or anything of that sort, but miscellaneous tablets and capsules, of a more medicinal look. Sub Zero took a selection of various pills and swallowed them with water. After that, with pretty much everything else in order, he stripped down his 9mm sidearm, cleaned it, and put it back together.

About then, the light came on his satellite phone, and it started to vibrate. He picked it up; the LCD display informed him the caller was Uncle Walrus.

"Hello, Uncle Walrus." he answered the phone.

"Ah, Sub Zero, lad." came the voice of the intelligence chief, "Just calling to make sure you'd got into Samotopia alright."

"Yes." said Sub Zero, flatly, "Elder Whale is the mission leader." he added, hinting that Uncle Walrus should be phoning him instead.

"Yes, yes, I'll bother him in a minute." Uncle Whale said dismissively, "I just wanted to check up on you. Have you been following your prescription?"

Sub Zero glanced briefly towards the bag of drugs, "Yes. It seems to be working effectively."

"Good good." said Uncle Walrus, "Oh, Magnetic North says hello. You remember her? She was the agent who-"

"Yes." said Sub Zero, who still hadn't quite got the hang of conversations.

"Oh... good." said Uncle Walrus, who was quite capable of having a conversation with himself, and wasn't usually perterbed by Sub Zero's lack of verbosity, "Anyway, she was saying to me how pleased she was with the progress of Project Plough. She wanted to introduce me to Colonel Elsson, but of course I wasn't having any of it, and then-"

"Uncle Walrus," said Sub Zero, "I'm currently on active duty."

"Oh yes, of course, you're right." said Uncle Walrus, who didn't usually let the fact that his agents were behind enemy lines get in the way of a good blather, "I'll tell you all about it when you get back."

Sub Zero rolled his eyes. Uncle Walrus continued, "I suppose I'd better let you get back to whatever it was you were doing. Must be about eleven in the evening where you are... I hope you're not planning on staying up much later. Remember to brush your teeth, and-"

"Yes, Uncle Walrus!" said Sub Zero, slightly more firmly.

"Well, and, er, take care, that's all I really wanted to say. I'll be going now..." Uncle Walrus finally hung up.

Sub Zero lay back on the bed, and wondered which was worse; Uncle Walrus' constant fussing and blathering, or Quisling with their stun rods and electrodes.

Of the council of clan

28-09-2004, 22:01

Samotopia

29-09-2004, 02:26

Sam-O had been wandering the halls looking for Red 13 the Amassodor of Samotopia. He looked angry and was asking anyone that came by him where he was. When Mel saw him he just stood there and watched Sam-O go into every room. When he got to Mel Sam-O asked.::

Sam-O: Have you see...........::Mel interuppted:

Mel: Seen Red 13. No last i saw him was at the voting.

Frogg: He's at Wutai Beach City.:: As Frogg came out of know where.:: Why are you looking for him Sam-O?

Sam-O: He's the Amassador of Samotopia... there is a problem growing with ICO... I need him to go there and propose something....Anything.... I wouldn't care just as long as i got an answer.

Mel: Well what are we gonna do go find him.:: With an excited tone of voice and greedy looking eyes.::

Sam-O: No. I'll send Mia.:: and went off to find her.::

Frogg: Well there goes Red 13's job.

**************

Mean while at Wutai Beach City Red 13 was playing poker and had already won $700,000 that night.

Red 13: Well gentlemen:: Taking a drink of Beer.:: I think i'll go to Blackjack next.:: And walked off with his pockets full.

E-C-N Corporation

29-09-2004, 18:04

OOC:what about radar and Photographic Sats?

OOC: It is dark, it is a low profile submarine and it is only the Psyevdorusskiyans they have to worry about.;)

Nimzonia

29-09-2004, 18:07

Wutai Beach City

Glacier Mint was at the blackjack table, drinking scotch on the rocks. He hated it, and had barely sipped it all evening, but it was what all the cool spies were drinking these days. He thought longingly back to the era of dry martinis. Apparently, they were a bit trite these days. There had been that rebel period, where they'd had them stirred, not shaken, but even that had got old fast.

He had been hanging around the roulette tables, but it was all frenchmen and widows, so he'd moved on to Blackjack. He was playing fairly cautiously, to make his money last, and was still breaking even, looking around to try and get a feel of the place.

He saw Red 13 come over, with his pockets full of previous winnings, and made some space for him at the table, "Hey there, you look like a regular here. Care to join the next round?"

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