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Aboard the Flag ship of the 5th Templar fleet Flagship Hand of the Executor Admiral Grayson, a Templar born and raised, took another swig of his soju, a korean rice wine, and puffed on his ciggarette.

He was sick of all this peace, this stagnation was driving him crazy and the 112,000 or so men under his command knew it. He was fanatical to the point of insanity, yet was controlled by the discipline of the Templar arts. He was overlooking a map of APTO region and noticed that a Panteran Isle in the south was relitavley undefended. He began a little scheme in his head.

"Lieutenant, we are the progeny of the Reavers, who came to us in good faith, and made us the greatest fighting force Tersanctus has ever known. I wonder if they wouldnt like a little visit to the Parents home?"

"Very well sir, shall I put in the request to the Executor to allow us to go into Panteran waters?"

"No, I want you to bring this ship, along with the rest of the fleet out there Immedeatley."

"Um....sir? That's against protocol! Pantera would likely take that as a threat!"

"Dammit, that's a direct order! Besides, Im sure the Reavers wouldnt mind a little......playfighting.....look, were stagnant, and have little experience on the field, every Templar is prepared to die for the glory of Tersanctus, I know the Executor wouldnt approve of my actions, so were heading out. But you are to keep this classified, got it!?!"

The lieutenant, scared of Court-martial, was even more scared of the Admiral.

"Aye sir, we have three AAS (amphibious assault ships) three Destroyers, three frigates, and The Flagship....your orders, Templar?"

"Embark! We have 6000 troops, thats more than enough!"

OOC: You must get faulty intel, because None of our outer ring of islands has ever been 'lightly defended'. Especially the south, as many of our fleets and troops were stationed in Dorne, awaiting the attacks upon New Genoa. Coupled with the insanely large minefields scattered across the Southron Sea, this should make your approach quite difficult.

IC:

A radarman rubs drearily at his eyes. He has been awake too long already, and he still has a few hours before his shift ends. Blinking sleepily, he peers at the radar screen thoughtfully, a slight frown creasing his forehead. "Reaver Command, I've got something strange here, south of Dorne, about two hundred miles off the Jade Isle... Something big, M'lords... A few somethings."

Recieveing his orders, he nods absently and keys up the orders to have a half-dozen scout planes fly over, along with alterting the Southron Fleet of possible danger. He didn't think it would come to that, but best to cover all exits, he thought.

"Scout and report, Reavers. I want to know what's out there."

OOC: I see, well lets see how stupid my Admiral is than....

IC: The Admiral guesstimating an interception of the fleet possibly in either greater or equal Numbers already had his formula calculated. The Frigates and the AAS's would engage for as long as possible the intercepting ships, while the Templar would go ahead to the isle on there LCAC's. This was it, a stupid move that if he won would surely get him a death sentence at home. And if he lost, oh well, He'd have some fun going out.

But to allay suspiscion for a few more minutes he began to open a channel to the Main Reaver Command.

"OY! Greetings Reaver Command! The Templar of Tersanctus have come to pay a visit with the great Panterans, I trust everything has been prepared for our arrival? Shall we give the confirmation codes, now?"

He knew that they wouldnt know anything about there "arrival" or confirmation codes. But if they decided to contact Tersanctus, home about this, there would be a few more fleets they would have to deal with, if the Executor didnt already know......

High above southern Pantera a scout plane glides silently through the night sky. His message was almost frantic as he radioed his base,"Reaver Command, this is Sky-Flight-03, we have a fleet -in- Panteran waters, I repeat, the Southron Sea has been breached."

"Aknowledged, 03, repeat your scout pattern and report enemy movements. The threat will be neutralized.

As the reports of encoraching enemies began to flood into Pantera, The Lord Reaver snarled in anger, issuing curt orders and taking to the airwaves to send a communication to the approaching fleet:

"Enemy fleet. I am the Lord Reaver of Pantera, and you are trespassing and will be met with extreme force if your vessels are not brought to an immediate halt, and ordered to stand down and await furhter orders from Reaver command. Do this not, and you will all die.

Turning, he growls at an aid,"Who is it? Where in the name of the God's did they come from?"

The aid, a slight young Reaver looks nervous as he repiles,"Scouts confirm the enemy transmissionTersanctan markings upon the ships, M'lord. Tersantus wishes War with Pantera."

"Aye then, contact the government of Tersantus with our ultimatum: Return to international waters, explain your encroachment upon our waters or face utter annihilation. The Southron fleet is to move to engage. Valhalla's fleet needs to swing around the eastern edge of New Genoa and take these fools in thier rear."

"Valhalla's Fleet has already been dispatched, M'lord. The enemies retreat is all but cut off to the south and east. With Pantera to the North and the Allied Powers Mainland to the west, they will be crushed, M'lord." The aid hurries off to dispatch the message as Bastien sits, pondering this foolish move by those who would soon meet thier doom.

What in tarnation is going on???

But... oh nevermind...

This anyone want some moonshine?

--The Drunk Omnipresent President

What in tarnation is going on???

But... oh nevermind...

This anyone want some moonshine?

--The Drunk Omnipresent President

Unless you have something relevant and IC to add, kindly stay the fuck out of our thread. Thanks.

The sub Halisfavon silently waded through the deeps of the ocean, its MHD drive pushing it along. It was an odd shaped sub, more like an alien shark than a vessel of war, with fins and a strange noselike front. It was a Hybrid Conventional/SuperCav submarine, but for now, it was running deep and silent in the international water near Pantera.
"Well, what the hell is going on here?" mused the Captain.
"Appears to be a Teransanctus Fleet, sir."
"Tell me something I don't know... Anyway, transmit a secure message to APCOM, give them a heads up. For now we watch and wait."

Sorry man… I was a little drunk… Now that I’m sober, let’s talk business…

Just one question, before I do anything… What in the blazes is the Templars doing!?!

If the Templars are mutinying, the Five Civilized Nations are ready to send three Hai Teng (Dolphin) Class SSNs to stop it…

--The Omnipresent President

Sorry man… I was a little drunk… Now that I’m sober, let’s talk business…

Just one question, before I do anything… What in the blazes is the Templars doing!?!

If the Templars are mutinying, the Five Civilized Nations are ready to send three Hai Teng (Dolphin) Class SSNs to stop it…

--The Omnipresent President

OOC: Sorry about the wait....Work called me and such...but lets do this....

IC: Executor Dantes, as usual, was awoken from his slumber with the news of the Templar Rogues.

"Goddammit, I knew I never should have appointed Grayson as Admiral....he was just a little too loyal....*sighs* Godamn this is going to stain our reputation with our control of our Armed Forces......Send a message too Bastien, giving him my personal apologies, and inform him that the traitors are his to deal with as he see's fit....if he wishes for any assistance, he has but to ask.....if we send our own fleets in, it'll be too difficult for them to know who is friend and foe.."


Meanwhile, miles away in Panteran Waters.....

"Admiral, the Reaver Command has sent a message telling us to leave there waters immedeatly, what are your orders?"

"Tell the frigates to begin the first strike on there outlying defenses....cruise missles, full spread......and Inform the AAS's to prepare the Templar Warriors for an amphibious assault.....and to sail ino hostile waters if necessary...."

"Sir, if we are going too strike amphibiously, should we launch some RIP-14's as well? Give it full aerial support?"

"Good man! Make it so!"

Meanwhile, aboard the AAS's with Two thousand or so Templars per, the Men suited up, a combination of the Reavers ancient fighting style, and the Armored Marine Division's modern protection, these men went into battle wearing light armor, Guns, as well as swords.....and they looked forward to sword combat with the Reavers, if they got that far...to the Templar, this was the oppurtunity of a lifetime,...to die in a glorious combat with the very Warriors that resounded the words Blood and fire in there minds decades ago...now would come full circle to test the very mettle of the Men they were made to be.....every now and again a Templar would scream out "I long for Combat!" "What battle calls?" Ever ready for the impending doom, the unseasoned soldiers prepared themselves.


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Templar Armor



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Templar Sword Though standard issue, there are variations and different styes based on the Individual Templars preferences.

((Nice Armor. Can't hold a candle to my HOPLITE series or CENTURION armor, but still nice.))

<Hey, that's my centurion project!>

OOC: Are you serious?

<So, how about that local sport team, The Deleters?>

<(OO<)? Catbert has fired this post.

As the Lord Reaver recieved the message from Tersanctus, he ran a finger through his long, golden hair, thinking about Pantera's new foe. Dantes told us to deal with them as we see fit, but... Where does this bastard stand?

His reflections are interrupted by an aid, shouting frantically,"M'lord! The enemy ships have opened fire. Missile strikes have hit minor installations in the southern Island ring. Damages are minimum at the moment, but it continues..."

Bastien's gaze hardened, his hands clenching into fists,"Tell Lukien to open hell on these bastards. I want this done before night falls. And I want prisoners, damnit. Allow them to get about half thier forces ashore, then hit thier rear with our Valhalla's fleet. The Southron should remain aloof, but harry them with Anti-Ship missiles. Contact the Empire. Tell them it's a definate go... His orders coninuted, flowing smoothly from his mouth and out across Pantera.

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Far to the south of Pantera, the behemoth Plunder Class Battleship, Silence glides through the waves at full speed, long lines of destroyers and smaller craft stretch to east and west. This is Valhalla's Fleet, the fist of the Reaver Waves of War, as thier strength at sea is known.

The instant Silence reaches firing distance, the entire fleet releases a barrage of fire and death, some eighty ships throwing shell after shell towards the enemy fleet. Reaver Lord Lukien Blue, aboard Silence, watches the bombardment cooly, the wind stirring his iron grey hair as he stands at the fore of his great ship. Soon, he thought, the Reaver air support would arrive to harry the what promised to be a large landing.

"They're beaching, M'lord Lukien.

The grizzled old Reaver smiled, shaking his head,"The thrice-blinded fools. Tell the Warhound to bide his time. Wait until roughly half are ashore before he leads the Reavers down. These fucks are in for a surprise."

In Tersanctus........

Executor Dantes prepared himself for a small trip. HE spoke with his Secretary Patrick Stewart

"Let Bastien know that I am coming in a personal transport to Toke. Ask him for permission, of course, but otherwise tell him I will land on one of his Aircraft Carriers in Panteran Waters, and if from there he sees fit to allow me to enter, I would speak with him face to face."

"Are you bringing any Executorial Guard?"

"Oh, thats right, inform him that I will be alone, no bodyguards."

"SIR? Are you sure that's wise?"

"An Innocent Man, has nothing to fear, Patrick, this is one of the things the Panterans beleive most of all. (I remeber that from some book on Vikings) This move may be critical in preserving our alliance with Pantera."

Meanwhile, off the coast of a Panteran Isles......


"Admiral, Large Panteran fleet inbound, THEYRE FIRING SIR!"

The Admiral sighed, he knew this was coming, they were most likely to kill them all. So he would give his Templar a chance at glory before they died. Not just some execution on Panteran or Tersanctan soil, but War.

As the rain of shells fell upon the small fleet, a few were taken out buy Sparrow SAM's and the Phalanx System, but the inevitable occured, as the frigates gave out there last Bombardment, both sank beneath the waves, while one began to billow smoke that filled the sky, Aboard the AAS's the Templar were already aboard the LCAC's and were leaving to the beachheads, the first wave of 1000 or so took perimiters, returning fire and lobbing grenades, while the next wave of two thousand supported there position, though a few dozen had fallen already, there resolve to hold the position would not.

"Sir the last wave of the full three thousand are embarking, now! We will be ready for an advance within the hour!"

Though as he spoke the second of the three AAS's finally succumbed to the bombardment of Shells and missiles.

"Well, maybe 2 thousand....." Said the templar, maintaining a sense of humour in the face of pointless Tradgedy.

Bastien's laugh was incredulous,"He want's to meet me, eh? You there, Squire." He motioned to a passing squire, dressed in the burgundy raiment of Bastien's own House Vayne,"Get Dreadfire on the horn, Now. I want him here for this."

Far to the south, arrayed in battle formation, six-thousand fully armored Reavers await the landing of thier enemies. At thier head stands Caval the Warhound, Berserker Lord of the Legions of the Longships, the Panteran Homeland guard. Clad in shining silver platemail and his famous helm, fashioned into the shape of a snarling dosghead and burnished gold, he is quite an imposing figure. The leather wrapped hilt of a massive, two-handed greatsword thrusts over one shoulder, while in his hands is an ornate iron warhorn. "I want no one to move or fire until I sound the charge, eh lads?" Cutting short, his casts his gaze once more to the calm waters of the Southron Sea and the dancing lights of the naval battle raging off the coast.

There, on the horizon, a few ships, steaming full-out for the shoreline,"They come, lads..." The WarHound whispered a prayer to the God of War, and awaited the arrival of his foe.

OOC: I'll make a new thread for our little meeting.

OOC: Damien has arrived in the "Nightmares" thread.

The Templar Captain stood on top of a Rock, clad in full Templar armor with a Long Black cloak, flapping in the cool winds of the beach, he calmly saw the Reavers gathering in the distance, there armor shining in the sun.

"OY! Hear me lads! The Reavers come! Whether we be fools or heroes, our lives are forfeit here, and at home. I for one will not be taken alive! I do this not for Tersanctus! But for you, each and every one my brother! Whatever lies beyond this life, I will see you there!"

And in doing so, the Captain drew his sword somehow glinting the sun off of its brilliantly shined metal, encloaking his bretheren in light, and undoughtedly sending a signal to the Reavers.

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Executor Dantes, was aboard his personal transport a small Helicopter, the pounding blades had given him a headache. He was unsure as to what to do next, but he would see what Bastien had to say, he ran his hand through his light brown hair, and waited for the next move.

"Panteran Aircraft Carrier, this is Executorial Transport zero-one, requesting permission to dock."

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Admiral Grayson, aboard the Flagship Hand of the Executor was quite drunk as his ship, the most heavily armored and defended ship ever buit in the fleet, maintained minor damage from the onslaught of the reaver forces, he himself awaited the final blow of death, or would they board him? Who knew. He began to sing old songs of his Templar Training. They were coming........

OOC: Should the Executor-BAstien Meeting be in the Nightmares thread?

http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?p=1702944#1702944 for the meeting.

Permission Granted, Zero-One.

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Atop the high hill, the Warhound saw the glint of steel and his blood began to pound methodically. Raising his voice, he snarled a challenge to the assembled Reavers:

"These bastards think to come to our home, and conquer? WE ARE THE CONQUERERS, REAVERS! It is our destiny to stride above lesser men, and we shall meet that destiny, teeth bared. They think to meet us with steel, rather than fire, Reavers. This shall be thier final mistake."

The murmers of the Reavers began to build in pitch as they drew thier swords, and the standard bearers unbound the flowing burngundy and black war-banners, allowing them to flap and billow in the blowing wind.

The Hounds voice was resonating as he cried,"Well, Reavers? Are you ready for the Crow's Feast?"

Six thousand voices cried thier rage and affirmation, in unison thier roars echoed across the hills and toward the mass of thier enemies.

"THEN LET THE GODS DRINK THIER FILL!" And with that, the Reavers charged.

The Templar Captain heard an murmred Yelling in the distance from the Reavers.

It was time.

"Men, they come, let us show our reaver brothers, exactly whom they have made!"

The 4,500 Templar began to fall into their bloodlust training, absolute Fanatisicm taking over there minds, and a chorus began to ring out.

"I long for Combat! Doom to all who threaten Tersanctus! Come brothers! THE BATTLE CALLS!!"

And so the Templar counter charged, sword drawn, eyes wide, and throats yelling.

Faster and faster the Reavers charged, closing the distance in moments.

At the last second a wordless roar erupts from the charging mass, fury and hate merging into screams of pain and agony as the berserker rage fell upon the Templars, and the two lines collided with frightening impact. The sound of steel on steel shattered the blending of voices and added thier own part to the symphony of death covering the field.

One Reaver, his face half sheared away pulls the broken blade of a longsword from the body of a fallen comrade and wades into a mass of Templars, his screams inhuman and terrible as he thrusts and slashes his way into the Templars, before finally being cut to pieces.

The Hound, swift and deadly as a man thirty years his junior glides through the carnage, his longsword finding soft flesh again and again as he searches for the commander of the Templars. The famed dogshead helm flashing in the light, he spins and delivers a mighty slash to the elbow-joint of a Templar, grinning insanely as the arm and the sword held by it fall to the ground. Thrusting his blade deep under the man's armpit, is is quickly away to find another.

Where is he? The WarHound thought, is gaze searching the surging, bloody mass of the battle for the Templar commander.

The Templar, both massacreing, and being massacred by the Reavers played through the dance of death, the Captain in the middle of the carnage, took on three Reavers alone, stabbing them as he took on a wound in his arm, killed the Reaver with a backstep. He looked around him the clash, strangely silent to him, sensed something else....someone was looking for him....but the only thing to seperate him from the other templar was his cloak, the Templar didnt make a big deal out of rank, but they sought him anyways he knew, he continued fighting, looking for whomever sought him.

The tide of the battle crashed back and forth, but the fury of the Reavers only continued to build. Thier terrible warcries and death-chants weighing heavily upon even the strongest and most disciplined minds as they sing out and rush into masss of thier enemies. Thier fury making them oblivious to even the most grievous of wounds, though thier lust for battle arries them further and further into the ranks until they finally fall, and take thier rightful places in Valhalla.

The Hound sweeps through the carnage, his great longsword licking out and flashing white in the blazing sun, and proving him true to the name WarHound.

Finally he spots the Captain of the Templars. Snarling he surges toward the man, cutting and stomping his way through the fray until his is within reach of the man. Raising his voice and swinging his blade in a great arc, he bellows the ancient challenge:

"I am the Sworn Sword of Pantera. Though I may yet see Valhalla, your blood shall stain my blade."

At thier fabled generals challenge every Reaver roars the cry,"Valhalla, We Come!" Thier roars echoing and resounding across the plains, they fight with renewed and redoubled fury.

The Templar, though being overwhelmed by the fury of the Reavers, were trained by Reavers, and the survivng scores took there drug cocktail used in the AMD, which makes them aggressive and quicker, if they were to die this day, they would do so with rememberance. They redoubled there efforts...

While the conflict surged towards its bloody end. The Templar Captain faced the Warhound, impressive he was, and his words were fierce in his ears.

"Reaver! Your challenge, as well as match, has been met! HONOR GUIDE ME" He yelled as he rushed the warhound.

Caval the Warhound, his silver armor and dogshead helm glinting brilliantly in the sun leaps to meet the Templar. The crash of steel upon steel rings out as he turns the first stroke and spins on his heel, slicing low at the calves of the Templar, only to have his longsword clang against the greaves coating the man's calves.

Growling a curse herolls to his shoulder and away from the Templar, barely avoiding a savage downward slash as he regains his feet and once more lunges as his foe, a wordless cry echoing from his throat.

OOC: Tellies...

Screaching a mile or so away from the battle, a car slammed to a stop. The door opened, and the 7 foot Warlord, Damien Dreadfire, stepped out. Drawing up his SBP-90, he looked through the targeting screen, and he saw the brave charge of the Reavers.

The Relic's Sword swaying from the side, Damien moved double quick towards the front line. He could feel a burning flame inside of him, and he ran faster and faster towards the line, stopping as he came closer to the fighting.

He kneeled, peering through his targeting computer. Firing round after round, he shot at the rebel Templar until he was down to 1 magazine. Reloading, he stood, towering over both Reaver and Templar alike. He opened the hatch in his helmet covering his mouth, and unleashed a scream that could be heard throughout the battlefield. He ran, firing his SBP-90 in automatic bursts.

A heavily bearded Reaver wielding a huge, twin-bladed axe gives a start as the man he was lunging for explodes in a spray of gore and blood. Snarling he spins and notes the man firing and snarls a curse, disregarding the mans armor and shouting,"Coward, meet them with steel! They have Honor!"

Shaking his head in fury and disgust the Reaver spins and rushes back into the fray, his great axe splitting steel and skulls with equal ease.

OOC: I have to go to work now, I will return within eight hours...

The battle grew to a close. But than as a few dozen templar fell to the Bullets, the surviving 1,500 or so began to succumb to the exaustion of battle. THe captain seeing this growls at the war hound "We met you in honor! And now you FIRE UPON US!!" "Templar! HEAR ME! These Reaver cowards have NO HONOR! SHEATH YOUR SWORDS! LET THEM FEEL OUR AMMUNITION!"

As his orders spread across the battlefield, The Templar unstrung the "Slayer" C-16's and fired bursts all over the feild. Where steel once clashed, was now noise and fire and aluminum spikes. The Templar at first battlehungry, and willing to die in honor at the Hands of their Reaver brothers, through a misunderstanding they began to fall into dishonor.. than Damiens scream was heard over the battlefield...and a small group of maybe 15 templar began to fire at him...WHo was this fearsome sight? So unlike a Reaver in appearence, yet so like one in Bravery..but..he HAD A GUN!! Unlike the old saying he had brought a gun to a knifefight and the Templar werent going to take it lying down.

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Off in the Distance, the Hand of the Executor Having survived the Naval Battle, could not survive the Acumen agents planting C-4 on the structural integrities.

Nor could Admiral Grayson survive the Agents, slicing his throat open, to ensure that he was dead.

And as they left on a silent Black Helicopter, the Vessel went up in an Explosion that made all take pause and look.

"Sire, this gone too far... The Templars are slaughtering the Reavers!!!"

"Land 500 Jade Ops Special Force Fighters... Support them with two squadrons of Corsair Interceptors... They should do the job..."

The NESS Halisfavon
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"Sir, the Hand just blew. Sensors see a chopper moving out, whadda we do, Sir?"
"Prepare the SM-5 SAMs, if it does anything suspicious, shoot it down."
"Aaah, I see a HUGE amount of unknown craft moving in over Pantera. All armed."
"Dammit, put a missile lock on them, for about 3 seconds. If they don't turn, keep doing it at random intervals. When they get the warning signal, they should bug out."

The Acumen Agents aboard the Chopper got a Missile Lock Warning.

"Shit, they picked us up, and this is supposed to be a High-Tech craft!"

"Put countermeasures on standby. Tell them we are leaving APTO waters, an our job here is done. No hostilities are intended with any nation in this region, Maintain the course for Tersanctus. The shit is really about to hit the fan now."

"And theres another fleet from......five civilzed nations, it looks like."

"That should keep them occupied until we get outta here. Whats the casualty count with the Templar? 3,500 dead..in 15 minutes."

"Shit, I am not taking on any Reavers in the near future!"

"Ahh, unidentified aircraft, we have reason to believe you are responsible for the destruction of a rouge ship. Please stand down."

"New Empire, is it? Yes we are, this is an internal matter that we are helping to mop up. We are Tersanctan agents friendly to this region, Repeat we are Tersanctan Agents friendly to this region! We have no further purpose here, we are leaving in peace. Over."

"Sir, SM-5s armed. We'll kill him."
"Negative, under ROE we can't."
"Sonnuva..."
"Tersanctan craft, roger that. Just to give you a heads up, we have large amounts of unknown fighters moving in, I advise you get out soon."
The 12 F-109s lifted off from the Cortina AFB, coasted to high altitude, and activated the SCRAMJet pods attached to the fuselage, and began heading toward the FCS detachment, ETA 4 minutes. Each was armed with Long Range HV Missiles and Medium Range HMMs.

"Captain, we have incoming New Empire aircraft..."

"All interceptors, cloak... But do not engage New Empire's armed forces..."

"Yes sir..."

As the great battle fell into bursts of fire and screaming, the Reavers surged forward with one last wordles,, screaming cry, thier glaves and blades hewing flesh and steel, though the Templars remained steady. The sporatic firing gave the Reavers pause only a moment, long enough to draw thier small arms and return fire.

Suddenly from the shoreline, another roar is heard and a few of the combatants turn to see roughly a thousand more Reavers, pouring out of a deep-sea transport and sweeping up the shore to take the Templars in thier rear, thier steel-mail glinting and glittering as they pounded up the slope, and thier weapons spouting gouts of flame and hot lead into the rear ranks of the Templars.

Th Hound, the gilded steel of his dogshead helm coverd in blood and gore turns and thrusts his longswod high and spins, glancing a blow off the shoulder of the Templar Captain and coming around to deliver a mighty stomp to his foe's inner knee. A resounding -CRACK- is heard, and the Hound advances grimly, sword held level, his eyes blazing with the fury of battle and death.

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Aboard Silence, Reaver Lord Lukien Blue growls a curse, shaking his head as the reports of the explosion aboard the Hand of the Executor. He'd wanted to take that fuck alive, and sail the ship back into the Blood Bay with Glory.

Snarling, he turns to an aid,"I want the rest of those ships afire before the hour is out. We've dallied too long with these fools."

OOC: Five Civilized Nations: I don't mind you coming into the RP, but if you'll read over the posts carefully, my Reavers are far from getting slaughtered. Also, the reasons behind this whole thing are the Tersanctan fleet coming into Panteran waters. You land random troops in my Borders, no word to anyone about it and you might me made into an 'example'. Your call.

The Five Civilized Nations apologizes to Pantera for border violations...

The cloaked squadrons of F-39C Corsairs turned around and headed back to the Five Civilized Nations. (OOC: They were in international waters...)

The Jade Ops forces reboarded their C-89J Combat Transport Helicopters and quickly flew back to their Naval Transports...

If the New Empire attacks any Five Civilized Nations unit, it will be considered a declaration of war...

OOC: :oops:

--The King of the Five Civilized Nations

"Ahh, they're cloaking and bugging out. But I got heatsig. Make sure they stay in Intl. Waters, they move back in and we fry them."
"Roger, Zen Flight, stay on patrol. Buzz any remaining Templar ships, if you are fired upon or threatened with missile lock, have the Halisfavon open fire."

They're returning to base, but additional fighters and bombers traveling aboard the Assault Carrier Albion is proceeding to the area... It will remain in international waters...

--The Omnipresent King of the Five Civilized Nations

The Templar armor though designed to stop an AK-47 at close range, didnt have a helmet, and so the less than one thousand surviviors dwindled to a few dozen.

The Templar Captain, looked about the field. The corpses of both sides littered the field, most notably his own side. Everywhere was shattered swords, And the Weaponry, and armor, and blood, so much blood.

"You know warhound, we are not so different you and I. We both hunger for battle, and believe in honor, and above all a glorious death upon the field of battle. So you will honor my request, let the remaining few men die fighting. And kill me quickly too. Better here, with my Reaver Brother, than at home in dishonor."

With that he took off his breast plate, drew his sword and screamed running,with hi sword in the air, his flank wide open.......

Ducking low, the Hound screams a warcry and brings his longsword about in a vicious, swooping arc. Blood and gore sprut forth, and the steel sinks deep into the unprotected chest of the Templar, all but cutting the man in half. Thrusting his sword into the rich, black earth, he kneels near the body,"A shame we did not meet upon another field, far away from this place. You would have been a worthy enemy. And a friend to walk the mountains with. Go now, Templar. The God's you serve await..."

OCO: I'm out. A keg of ice-cold budweiser beer awaits me. I may be back later tonight...

OOC: Sounds good. I have to leave for work in less than an hour myself..

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--Feed-New Empire Net News--
Transmission-
"And today, a recent mobilization of military Naval Forces around Pantera, and a mysterious conflict occuring on the Panteran shores. The Govt. denies Empirian involvement, however they can neither confirm nor deny the fact a flight of interceptors were used to ward of foreign forces entering the area. We'll be following this developing story later. And now, we go to our reporter Alex Dehsman, on-scene at the Cortina Space Center, where a new shipment of artifacts from Sarlham's K-5 site is landing-"
--End Transmission--

OOC: Just out of curiousity, how many Reavers did the Templar manage to kill before there ultimate defeat?

OOC: Since we had a large advantage in numbers, I'll keep it about 1000-1500. I may be out of the loop a couple days. I baked my brain on some mushrooms last night and it's all I can do to function, much less RP. But, I WILL returns and we'll take care of this...