NationStates Jolt Archive

Such things always start small. A few grumbled words in the back of a cafe, persistant graffiti that kept reappearing no matter how many times it was washed away. When the war started, hardly anyone noticed. At the tax office, the supervisor made a note that Arnold Peabody hadn't shown up for work in three days. On a street in the capital, a store owner found himself the proud owner of a new rug he hadn't ordered.

Timothy Laughlin grinned. Everything was going off without a hitch. Nobody had the slightest idea what was about to happen. He lay on his stomach in the back of a pickup truck, the plastic bed cover hiding him from prying eyes. Beside him lay his twin brother Thomas... And between the two lay the objects that spelt the end of an era for Tingel Islands.

They were olive green and almost a meter in length when they were telescoped open. In fact, they looked like nothing more impressive than a length of sewer pipe. It seemed wrong that something so important would look so mundane. A third item lay between them: A small radio with a headphone jack. That was the most lethal of all their possessions, for it would direct their wrath. The signal was given... The target approached.

---

He never saw it coming.

To him, it was simply another day, and an enjoyable one at that. His mistress had insisted on seeing him immediately. She had something special for him, she said, and she wanted to share it right away. When a woman like that calls to a man, the man listens. Red hair and gorgeous green eyes... How could he refuse. He never even noticed the red pickup truck parked along the route he and his driver always took to visit the young lady.

---

How Cassandra hated that bastard. He flattered himself to think that she serviced him out of real desire... No. He held the welfare of her family over her head. Should she complain too loudly about making him feel like a man again... It simply didn't bear thinking of.

And the things he liked to do... There had been times when she was sore for a week afterwards, and not pleasently so. Times when she looked in the mirror, and didn't recognize her own body for the bruises. Compensation for his inability to... Well...

He blamed it on her, said she wasn't good enough, wasn't trying hard enough. She knew the truth. No one could try hard enough to bring life to that man, not without violence. He got off on violence. Well, this should really get him going.

"Now."

---

The cover flew off the back of the pickup truck, thrown off as Timothy and Tommy Laughlin rose as one, tossing the unsecured plastic lid into the street. Twin tubes rose to twin shoulders, sighting in on the target: A black sedan traveling without escort. It was overkill, really. The two American-made M-72 LAWs were designed to kill armoured vehicles, and the black sedan hardly qualified. The body panels would stop a .50 calibre bullet, but not an anti-tank rocket.

The first rocket stabbed into the engine block, detonating with a hollow crump sound, almost like someone had dropped a heavy box from a great height. Metal was converted into lethal shrapnel that slashed through the passenger compartment, turning men into hamburger. The second one smashed through the passenger window, detonating inside the cab.

Char-broiled hamburger.

Heaving the expended LAWs over the side, the Laughlin twins shared a triumphant smile as Cassandra leapt into the back. Wrapping his arm about his lover's waist, Timothy held Cassandra tight as the truck sped off. Nobody could have survived an attack like that. Tingel Islands was officially without a leader. The fight for freedom had begun.

Long live the fighters!

It was almost surreal. They trained for this on a regular basis, but this had to be the first time they had actually done something of this magnitude for real.

The outboard electric motor hummed quietly as the raft made its way towards shore. Somewhere behind them, shielded by the inky black of night, lurked the DKS Avalon, first of her mighty class. More than five hundred meters of nuclear submarine slipped slowly beneath the waves as the four seven-man teams of SWORD commandoes made their way to shore, their inflatable rafts laden with crates of weaponry. Their mission: Undermine a soverign government and aid in the formation of a movement to overthrow the current order with the intent of replacing it with one more in line with Kotterdam's interests. No one could know they were there, and if they were discovered, nobody could know where they hailed from.

None of them had so much as the slightest identifying mark, nor did they carry any identification. Their kit came from a hundred different sources: American M-14 rifles, Canadian P14-45 pistols made by Para Ordinance, British CQB vests, Australian load-bearing web. Even the ammunition they carried was manufactured elsewhere. They were operating entirely in the black.

OOC: Very nicely written.

IC: Whitetrashistanistan will be watching this conflict to great interest, but we shall offer 2 billion dollars to the rebels to assist with their war effort.

OOC: Thank you :D I'm glad you like it

IC:
Smoke swirled slowly about the room, gathering up around the ceiling where the overhead fans whipped it into a blue froth of spirals and little vortices. Below, at the dimly lit card table, two men conferred quietly. They could hardly be more different. On one side of the table sat a man who had committed both treason and murder not more than three days ago, not to mention having broken several anti-terrorism statutes, probably. On the other side of the table sat one of the most respected military men in the Protectorate.

General Graham took a long puff on his cigar, blowing a perfect smoke ring before continuing.

"Look, Tim... I'm onside. You know I'm onside. I owe it to you and I owe it to your father." he explained, rubbing idly at the shrapnel scars that pockmarked the right side of his grizzled face. "I'm not asking for a bribe. You know that. I've got officers who'll follow me to hell and back at a word. What I need is money. Money to get the men onside. Money to keep the enlisted folk from deserting. A lot of them want the same things we both want... But they won't follow you and they won't follow me. Not without some kind of motivation.

Timothy nodded slowly, glancing up at Cassandra. Cassie passed him the laptop. Keying in a few commands, he turned it around to face the General. "Two billion dollars. I can't tell you where they're from, of course, but we've got it in an offshore bank account, and we can probably get more if we need it. Is that a good start?"

The General considered this for a moment. He really didn't want the money for himself. Amongst the military leadership, he was one of the few really good eggs. The problem was getting the men to overthrow a government they had sworn their loyalty to.

"It's a start, at least. It'll get you a chunk of the armoured corps, at least. I don't have to tell you that this kind of war is going to be like nothing that we've ever seen. Utterly brutal." He paused to let his words sink in. "Whoever wins this, we're not going to have much left in the way of a military. Are you sure your benefactors'll cover us until we can get back on our feet."

He was like a shadow on the wall, so unassuming and unimposing that you almost overlooked him. To look at him, he seemed to more fit the part of a banker or an accountant than a freedom fighter, neither of which he was in truth. He was a ghost, a man who simply did not exist, a man who was quite simply, dead. Lieutenant Terrance J. Kelly, Dominion of Kotterdam Navy. SWORD commando. KIA.

Slowly, he slid off the wall, drawing himself up to his unimpressive full height, and yet somehow managing to dominate the gathering through sheer presence.

"We're here, aren't we?"

The night was warm and the air around the men felt good. They were in high speed landing craft. Silent and stealthy, just they it should be. As he pulled his body up to signal the other craft he caught a glimpse of one of the small islands. This was the target. He moved his hand down like it was an axe and he was chopping wood. Then in the front they brought up their guns. He looked back at some the of the rookies, they looked calm but their eyes gave them away.

The goal was simple, to aid the rebels or as they would call it "freedom fighters", but to get something out of it in return. This small island, was the goal. With a stealthy landing they could easily made small work of anybody that was here.

The ramp was starting to lower. The dark aqua blue of the men in front begin to compensate by leaning a little back. Men in the back, who were hanging on the side rails now let go and fell into the water. He braced himself for the landing. There should be no resistance. This part of the island was undefended by the Federal forces.

3...2...1...THUMP.......

*back in Telliria*

A fairly young man, around 35, stands beside a map by himself. He stares at it for what seems like ages, barely moving except to breate.
Finally he pushes himself up from the table and moves around.

"The island is small compared to rest, and of little value to the rebels....they should hand it over with gratitude for what we will do for them." he murmurs to himself.

He nods in the shadows and a young woman steps out.

"Father what will you have me do?"

"You will go to the Island the assasination occured and do some undercover work to find the any person of value involved in this organization. Your name and other details will be given to you on the plane. Once you find them tell them about the deal, our actions should be apparent."

She was only 18, but she had learned that in order to be useful in the family she had to do something that no one else did. She pushed her long brown hair out of her face and behind her ear. She does the common sign of respect to Royals and then walks out. In an hour or so she would be at work, in an unknown country.

*back at Tingel*

It was a bumpy ride, but now we where here. I'm 3rd out and this was only my 5th mission, but they said it was no diffrent from any other number except 1st and last. The other planes couldn't have been far, but I couldn't see them. The enemy guns should be opening up on us soon.

"30 seconds to jump! everyone at your posts!"

We all got up. Almost exactly the same time we got up sirens began to blare below us. We are now known. It wouldn't be long till....

Guns began to fire upon the planes, almost immediatly one is hit at a scream is heard as it goes all the way down.

Stay calm. Just jump and do as your trained. That simple.

"GO GO GO!'

The men began to jump out of the plane. He forced his body to jump. This was the part he loved, the part that took everything away for a moment. After a few seconds little white "clouds" filled the sky.

He looked down to see a fairly large Airforce base. His training quickly set in: 'Whenever you are to take and airbase, be quick, secure the planes, then fuel. The pilots will scramble to the planes a few might get away, but make sure you get at least 75%. If you land in the right spot most pilots should surrender without a fight.'

His legs hit ground. He quickly grabbed his M-14 rifle and hit a small handy button that unhooked his parachute. He ran out and immeditaly took aim at a pilot who was going up a ramp.

Thats one more prisoner for Telliria.

The timing and location of the landing was most unfortunate. Such was the problem with conducting such operations without coordinating with the force you attempted to support. You end up getting in the way and either simply fouling up someone else's operation, or perhaps even prompting a friendly fire incident.

It began just as the last paratrooper began to land: The explosions. The first missile streaked in from off-shore, striking with a blast that tore the radar tower in half. The air defence stations were next, cruise missiles streaking in to shatter SAM sites and wreck AAA guns. Then came the real threat: Anti-personel munitions. Had the forces from Telliria bothered to contact the rebellion before hand, they would have learned to avoid this base on this night.

It was here that the most fanatically loyal of the government's troops were posted, where most of the ground-attack aircraft resided. It was here that the punitive air strikes would originate once the rebellion began to make real headway... And that is why the base had to be destroyed by any means short of nuclear weaponry.

Far off shore, the DKS Avalon ceased firing and dropped back below launch depth. Though she had never surfaced, she had nonetheless rained fifty Tomahawk cruise missiles down on the air base as requested by the Tingel Liberation Front. Between the first ten missiles with the 1,000-pound conventional warheads for taking out the radar, SAM sites, and control bunkers, to the twenty five missiles dropping the anti-personel cluster combined effect munitions to the last fifteen loaded with FASCAM mines to render the runways unusable, it would be extremely doubtful that anyone, whether under cover or out in the open, would survive the bombardment.

"Holy shit! Did u see that"

"What do u think i'm blind of course I saw that! Get a message to the ships they should be able to find out who did this."

"Sir, yes, sir."

*message*

--Naval group SPC:LL2
We have a problem.
Our paratroopers have been blasted by unknown missles from and unknown attacker.
It seems naval in origin so we need you to check it out, handle situtation as u see fit, were sending emergancy landing groups down.

The planes make a turn and come back. No more than 200 parachutes fall to the ground.

He opened his eyes and looked around. All that he could see was death.

"Uhhhhhhhhh"

He had blood running down his face and a large rock had dug itself into his stomach.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhh"

A Tellirian medic's face appears in front of his.

"Hold on buddy, you'll make it through this, ur one of the extremely lucky ones."

He begins to work on him while a radio member sends out a call to any force within range to send medical help to the current position.

As the paratroopers is leaned up, at his request, he is shocked to see what happened. There was bodies of the landing party for nearly as far as he could see. Pilots, and gaurds mixed in with it.

"D...dear..........L--lord..."

*Radio Broadcast*

"This is Tellirian Squadron 778, we have suffred over 15,000 casualties, we have 10 wounded, with few expected to live and even less if we don't have immedite help."

The broadcast give the current location of the site.

*Ship movements*

There were 30 ships located an hour off shore, as the islands are not far from the country of Telliria. They immediatly begin to move forward. They encricle the island with the island itslef giving the one end of the circle, the line will be 2 miles out at max and will curve around. With radar they should be able to get anything that tries to leave. 5 high speed subs are zooming ahead to search the area.

*New Face*

The Princess steps off the plane. Her new name was Jessica Taylor, a contest winner from Telliria. She stepped off and found that it was going to be a fairly easy mission. After a few hours of searching she found what she was looking for.....the HQ of this movement. She would enter and annouce her father as a helping hand.

*Operation-Pan Handle*

The troops rushed on to the land. There was only 200 in all, and they would seperate and attack the garison in a few hours. Within minutes they were at their posts.

"It should only take a few hours to get confirmation...then we move in."

"We don't know what just happened. Just before the missiles hit, we got a warning over the radio that paratroopers were landing on the base." Graham was saying. "We don't have anyone operating in the area, let alone paratroopers. I don't know who they were, but whoever they were, I think it's safe to assume they're dogmeat. Avalon's orders were to hammer that base into the ground and piss on the ashes."

Tommy nodded, taking over from the colourful General. "One of my informants told me that we're under a naval blockade. Someone's trying to find the Avalon, I'd say, and it's not the Navy. The cordon's just two miles out. You can see it from shore."

Lieutenant Kelly picked up at that point, leaning forward onto the table. "Avalon was already under orders to evade after engaging the base. If she stuck to her orders, she fired her missiles from three hundred miles. She's outside the cordon and under orders to evade enemy forces. She was built on a ballistic missile submarine frame... A hole in the water. With that kind of head start, they won't find her. She's long gone by now. We're on our own, though."

"That's not as much trouble as you might think." picked up the General. "We've got at least fifteen thousand men, and fifty tanks. We've got weapons for all of the above, and on top of that, whoever's running the cordon's in for a surprise. The government's losing control. Our two carrier groups are returning to base to break the cordon. Now, the government still controls them, but with any luck our friends out there will take care of the battlegroup for us."

---

The TIS Iron Tide and the TIS Steel Wave steamed in tandem, the two Kuznetsov-class Carriers approaching the cordon from behind, along with their four Kirov-class guided missile cruisers, eight Kashin-class destroyers, and four Victor III-class submarines in escort. At a hundred kilometers out from the cordon, the fleet began its alpha strike. Although there were thirty of the Tellirian ships encircling the island, the island was so large that only five of them were in range. Ten SS-N-2D Styx anti-shipping missiles volleyed off, streaking inwards to strike at the five ships, two missiles per ship.

OOC: I will be ignoring the Princess for the moment. There's no way she could have found the HQ. There are precisely five people, not counting the soldiers from Kotterdam, who were invited, who know the location of the HQ. The rebellion is operating using a cell system, where everyone only knows five other members of the organization. At this stage, you might be able to contact the infantry troops, or the armoured units, but you would not be able to find the HQ unless they wanted to be found.

OOC: ok thanks for telling me, I was unsure about how easy or hard it would be to contact them...ignore her until you think she would have finally found a way to contact someone in a high place.

IC:
"Sir we've got reports that our ships are under attack! 10 missle inbound!"

"Do we know who they belong to?"

"We think rebel forces, but were not sure."

"Goddamn the secrecy of these rebel forces...."

"Orders....?"

"Send a message out to any ship in range besides our own. Tell them the Telliria means no harm in this conflict and simply is investigating the massacure of our troops, see if they can call of those damn missle too."

After a while the message is sent.

*Operation Pan-Handle*

"We have the order, move in on the forticication and take it out men."

"Yes sir."

He put down the radio.

"Ok we have to take out the pillboxes here, here, and here. It will be a surprise attack so the enemy will be just that. Quick strikes will take care of the enemy and allow forces on this flank to push up into the outpost. If the top flank, bottom flank, and left flank do their jobs, this should be easy. Now lets move."

The small group of 12 moves slwiftly and quitely. This was the ground they had beened trained on for a while now. The seperated into groups of 4 and moved into position.

"All men in position?"

"Yes sir!"

"....Now...."

RPG's and hand held grenades. They make short work of the defenders and press forward. Explosions similar to theirs can be heard elsewhere.

"This Alpha Z-2, we've failed our sneak attack, the enemy has alerted the outpost!"

"Damn...."

The group is the first wave and pushes up to a fence and the engineer pulls out some cutting tools.

"It'll only take a minute, cover me."

The sniper begins his job of taking out men in towers, and doing his best to silence the men who came out when they thought they heard something from this side. After 45 seconds though, all the men open fire.

"This is right flank, the fence is almost down, but the enemy on us, Alpha F-1,3, and 5 begin your movements now."

After a few more seconds a section of the fence falls.

"Its dow...."

A bullet slams into the chest of the engneer. He struggles up and hold the spot where he got hit.

"It's fine, the flack took most of it, lets go."

The operation runs smoothly the rest of they way. Federal forces are driven out with the amount of casuaties that was expected. The island was theirs!

"Medic teams, you know your jobs, and engineers build me project Z-7791."

"Yes Sir!"

As the soldiers of the Five Civilized Nations boarded their transports they raised a concerted yell, "Y Hya Choudhya!!!"

OOC: The soldiers are being sent to help put down the rebellion.

As the Tellirian ships began transmitting their identity, the missiles continued straight on their course, streaking straight into the heart of the formation. As the carriers continued to approach, waves of Su-33 Flanker D fighters streaked into the sky, intending to finish off what the missiles left behind. As the battlegroup lashed out at the Tellirians, the admiral saw fit to transmit his identity.

"This is Admiral Joseph Adams of the Protectorate Navy. You dare aid these cowardly rebels?" he snarled. "I hope you can breathe water because the Federal forces are going to send your ships to the bottom."

---

Meanwhile, in the capital, the military leadership struggled for control of the country. In these paranoid times where old friends were becoming enemies, and your most trusted advisor might be one of the rebels the last thing they wanted was foreign troops operating on their soil. Who knew if they might give it back? And so, the ambassador to the Five Civilized Nations was ordered to deliver the following message:

"The minor troubles we are having with a small, and let me emphasize small group of dissatisfied and misguided citizens is an internal matter to the Protectorate of Tingel Islands. While we appreciate your sentiments, we can handle the situation on our own."

OOC: I'm going to operate on a semi-invite premise from here on out. Tingel Islands was recently handed over to me from the original player, and this is how I'm RPing the change. If you're willing to agree that while you can do some serious damage, the rebels need to win in the end, you're welcome to jump in on the side of the federal forces. A ground rule, though: this RP is modern, or near-modern in that the tech level should stay around stuff we have now, or could have in the next twenty to forty years.

"Dammit, they're Federal...Ok you know the drill, get any and all fighters scrambled into the air. Any ship being targetted by missles needs to be prepared for evac., move all ships to this location. Have the subs stay silent underwated and move forward at a nice pace. Get that Agies cruiser to fire on any air weapon moving in our direction!"

"Sir, yes sir!"

Fleet in area:
1 Ageis Cruiser
2 Battle Ships
1 Sub
1 Air Craft Carrier

*More ships will be arriving in periods of 10-15 minutes.*

Operation Panhandle

"Sir we 15 prisoners! 5 men escaped into the forest, but its just a matter of time till we track them down."

"Good! Radio Telliria, I want supplies air-dropped here immediatly!"

"Sir, Yes, Sir!"

*Telliria*

"What the hell do u mean 15,000 dead!?"

"S-sir we have no idea w-who d-did it."

"I want 1 Aircraft Carier, and 2 battleships to move to that island we just took. On it I want 5,000 Legioneers, understand?"

"Yes Sir."

"Whoever did this will pay, and since we don't know who yet, launch the B-52's, I want full bombings on Airforce and Naval bases! I want precision weapons used on Comm. stations."

"Yes Sir."

"Oh ya, when the troops get to the island, unload 1,000 to help with construction, but move the rest to nearby islands in groups of 500-1,000 depending on the size of resistance."

"Yes Sir."

"Finally Commander, If the events don't come up, operate plan NEW SUN."

"Yes Sir."

*******
Ships begin to move out. The'll go around the point of conflict with the Federal forces, ETA: 3 hours.

B52's will head out at night and seperate into groups of 12. They will be hitting 5 diffent targetts.
1.Naval
2.Naval
3.Airforce
4.Airforce
5.Comm. in capital

2 cargo planes have headed out to the newely named Ganos Island. They will drop supplies there for building and for morale. They have 10 fighter escorts.

They moved in silence, closing slowly with the Tellirian ships. Beneath the surface, they lurked. The missiles launched by the destroyers in the battlegroup should be striking home even now. Within moments, the sonarmen should be hearing the sounds of ships going to the bottom. Nonetheless, their tasks remained clear: Eliminate the two most dangerous ships in the formation with an alpha strike.

They had detected a single other submarine in the area by its screw noise and moved to evade. There might be another submarine in the area as far as they knew, but there was no way to tell for sure. Coming to periscope depth, they sighted on their targets and fired their payloads: Russian Shkval-type supercavitating torpedoes, two from one sub, and all four from the other. Traveling at upwards of three hundred kilometers an hour, they would be upon their targets within moments, giving them almost no warning. Their targets: Two targeted the Aegis cruiser, and the other four targeted the aircraft carrier, the most dangerous ships in the formation.

Meanwhile, having not been fired upon yet, the missiles began striking home at the enemy ships, three targeted on the aircraft carrier, three on the Aegis cruiser, and two a piece on the battleship when honestly, one for each of those ships would probably have done the trick.

---

Rising from the surface, two full wings of Su-37 Flankers moved to intercept all but one of the groups of B-52 bombers. Without escort, the massive aircraft would be dogmeat for the potent fighters. Their AA-12 Adder AAMs were designed largely to kill the bombers they would soon face. Strangely, though, none vectored to intercept the bomber group headed towards one of the naval ports.

The wing commander triggered his radio. "Foreign bombers, this is Colonel Kevin Bondarevsky of the Tingel Islands Air Force. You are approaching rebel-held targets. Turn back. The federal government is no more. This war is almost won."

---

As difficult as it would have been to find them when she first arrived, it would be simplicity itself for the Princess now. What had once been the nucleus of a rebel group was now struggling to form the new government as across the nation, rebel forces were stamping out federal resistance. A man whose hands had shaken such a short time ago as he kidnapped a man at gunpoint was now being thrust into a leadership role for his country that he had never wanted. Still, Timothy Laughlin would not back down, not after having come so far.

OOC: Wonderful.

*Navy*

The missle left alone came straight for the assigned target. Almost at the exact same time, there were more explosions from the bottom of the ship.

"Dammit!"

"Sir I'd say we have 5 minutes to get the hell of this ship!"

"Send a message to Telliria."

"Sir, yes sir!"

"Save anyone that can be saved, if we don't have enough time to save em, have em jump overboard and try to save themselves that way. Have the naval gaurd men stay with the overboard ones to protect them, I think I'll stay here and help evac. After you deliver that message get off the ship."

"Sir, if that is your order then I will comply!"

After 4 minutes the ship is fully gone. About a mere 5 fighters launched and 2 evac. helicopters. There are several hundred people in the water, but at this point it's not know if they are dead or alive, or which ones.

The fighters fast approach the enemy ships.

"Watch out for enemy fire, get in a loose formation so we can get our shots off with minimal casualties if any. Stay faster than those fighters too, and don't mess with them, if anything pull away fast and get back to Telliria or another Aircraft Carrier."

"We're almost in range.....NOW fire."

"Missles away! Looks like a its gonna hit that lead ship in the hull good job."

"Pull away before those thing blow!"

"I'm hit! I can't pull back!"

"Bail out!"

"No sir, this one if for the lost members of that ship."

The pilot pulls away from the recently hit ship and aims it at another. He lets another missle fly along with a barrage of bullets. His plane aimed at the hull of the ship. He never pulls away and smashes into the side. A giant gash is left and water begins to pour in.

"Damn....."

"The fighters sir, there comming!!!!"

"Go back to Telliria, you should make it, I'll see what I can do till then!"

"Sir yes sir!"

The fighters make a break for Telliria, moving at top speed. The lead fighter moves toward the group. A fires his bullets into the formations. He then breaks off and pulls right then under.

The fleet is no longer pulling forward to the attack sight. Instead they are grouping together in order to help amplify the attack. 10 ships are currently waiting there along with 5 subs."

"Screw the rest of them, send the order, lets give those bastards taste of their own medicine."

6 ships open fire, each firing 5 SS-N-2D Styx anti-shipping at seperate targets.

"Launch planes, I want to see more they got and want to see those planes down."

"Yes sir!!"

"Send a message to them: To the Federal Forces, we have just learned that your fight is over, you have lost, surrender now and we will let you live your lives in peace, do not surrender and the whole airforce and navy of Telliria will be on you. 2 fighter divisions and 1 bomber divison will be arriving soon. Along with some other surprises. This is your final warning."

*B-52's*

"Roger that Rebel Fighters we're pulling out."

*comm. comes to life*
"New orders head to this target and take out the enemy fleet, prepare to drop your payloads on them."

"Yes sir."

They make a turn around a head to the fleet area.

"Keep a high altitude men, lets try to get throught this fast."

"There are fighters sir!"

"No good pull back."

They pull back and return to Telliria.

*Other*

A total of 500 legoneers move on to each island. Battleships begin to use on board artillery to hit targets before they get there. In the end 8 more islands are taking with normal casualty rates. The same building process begins on each one with supplies unloaded from the battleships.

*Telliria*

"We just go word that our main fleet in the area is under attack!"

"We'll the fight is almost over, send 2 divisions of fighters and 1 bobmer divison, we'll give em hell. Get subs all around them and take out the ones they got if any."

"Yes sir!"

"Oh and send more supplies to the islands that we now have. Also send more troops and get some stationary artillery and some armor."

"Yes sir!"

The planes take off and head to the target location. 10 supply planes, 5 planes being used a para-troop drop planes, and the escort of 24 fighters take off.

12,000 men aboard
9 stationary artillery
30 pieces of armor

Around the Admiral, the battlegroup was burning. His radio crackled to life, bringing him news of the death of his nation, of his way of life. Snarling, he passed the orders to the other ships: No surrender. As he watched, the missiles began to strike home, sending ship after ship to the bottom.

High above, his fighters fell from the sky. The double-wing of fighters that had risen to meet the B-52s had been diverted to cover the naval battle. In moments, it was all over. The final battle of the revolution was won. Tingel Islands was free at last.

"Victory!"

*cheer!*

"Let us pick up the survivors, foe and ally alike. Then we move to our newly appointed landholdings."

The fleet sends out small boats which begin collecting survivors. They have to make 10-20 trips, but now that all the ships are there things move much faster, the fleet then move off to the islands where they unload men and prisoners. Thanks to the new man power, the progress is sped along.

*Princess*

With the fall of the tyrant in full, finding the leaders is quite easy. After annoncing herself as princess she gets in easy.

"I'm gonna cut straight to things, my father says that the islands are now Tellirian territroy. We will be willing to set a limit of troops and, if u wish, we will send your civillians back on to your land. Telliria is willing to pay to re-locate the people. We are open to suggestions."

"Then perhaps it's a good thing I'm here..." The answer came not from Timothy, but rather from Mister Kelly, who insisted on being present, even though as royalty the Princess wasn't deemed much of a threat. "There are three carrier battlegroups steaming here from the Dominion that say those islands are property of the new Democratic Republic of Tingel Islands."

Newly appointed President Laughlin raised a hand. "Hold on, Lieutenant. We wouldn't want them to think we're ungrateful. After all, they did lose fifteen thousand men in our war. Most unfortunate that they didn't tell us that they were going to be there when the Avalon opened fire. I'm just glad that no more such friendly fire incidents ensued." The message was clear: Timothy was willing to be reasonable, but pushing him on this issue would be a bad idea, especially with the might of the Dominion and the awesome manpower of his nation backing him. The message was that if they took out fifteen thousand men on accident, imagine what they could do on purpose with more than just the one ship. "The Democratic Republic appreciates all the aid Telliria has rendered to us during our troubled rebirth.

"More than anything, we appreciate the sacrifice of the fifteen thousand Tellirian troops who fought valiantly to liberate our homeland. In exchange for your aid, we offer you this: Dorval Island. It is the second largest of the chain, and the site of the former government's penal colony. We are currently relocating the prisoners anyway. If you want it, it's yours... Under a few conditions. No strategic forces may be located there permanently. That means no nuclear weapons, and no heavy bombers. No more than seventy two fighters may be posted on that island, and no main battle tanks. Light armour only. As well, no amphibious forces. Landing craft. Other than that, what you do with the island is up to you."

She smiles.

"Then it is agreed. Our soilders will move there immediatly, we will withdraw all excess planes, all heavy armor and all amphibious forces, saving the occasion merchant/transport ship and landing craft. I'm glad that we have come to an agreement,"

"If you need anything else then you need only ask...."

She bows deeply and then walks out, going home.

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