NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC:Heres the original thread http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?p=1772003&highlight=#1772003

ICToday the Emperor of Christoniac officially declared war on Vzxclackia for testing a nuclear weapon on an official Ceranissian planet although unpopulated a conflict soon started when nearby fleets engaged the "Bugs" and crushed their puny fleet.

No answer was returned to the Ceranissians or Christoniac's Emperor. The strange beings of Vzxlack did not seem to be concerned. However, those closest to the mysterious sector of space that the Vzxlackians claimed as their empire noted more highly patrolled spaceways by the insect-race's ships and the vessels of their subordinate, allied nations.

Not much is known to outsiders of the Vzxlackian Imperial Space, save that the insects rule it with an iron fist and possess a great many planetary outposts.

Due to the "Insects"lack to reply a great many more fleets were readied to stomp on the gugs puny empire

More reports of patrolled borders came from regions near the Vzxlackian end of the galaxy. Subordinate allies were forced into defense of the Imperial Space. For planetary nations that did not possess militaries, 10% of their populations were drafted and issued Vzxlackian Battleships. Ruthless Vzxlackian sergeants drilled the recruits and trained them in operating the ships.

The country of Cuesianika as declared a state of peacefull protest against the draft stated by the Vzxlack. Feeling that the war has no founded cause what so ever,the country has largely ignored or attempted to enforce any form of the draft.Stating the countries dictator"I refuse to send MY people do die over pieces of dirt."

In a press statement the emperor declared that any Vzxlackian refugee or citizen or military it doesn't matter will be shot if they are still loyal to Vzxlackia.

United Valinon News Network, Your Only Source for News From Around the Empire.

"Good evening, I am Gunther Kohler," says a newscaster after the UVNN logo dissipates into the view of a news studio. Scrolling stock and brief compressed headlines stream along the bottom edge. "Our special report on the continuing negotations between the Empire of Valinon, the Grand Duchy of New Ortaga, and the Principality of Taka will be brought to you later after this breaking news report from Rim space."
"Recently, the increasingly hostile insect race known as the Vzxlack have threatened the Empire's close ally of Taka, and in response Prime Minister Duke Leo Sterling held a special press conference earlier this evening. Duke Sterling said that His Majesty has issued a decree breaking any and all diplomatic ties with the Vzxlack. Also emergence decrees were enacted by His Majesty earlier to day, placing a full trade embargo against the Vzxlack Empire. Both for their attack on neutral Takan ships, and for their continual disruption of the interstellar community with their needless and wasteful weapons test. Duke Sterling said that further action would be taken as needed. Now on to the negotiations....."

In the global capitol of Cuesianika, an armed troop of Vzxlackian soldiers marched through the halls. They were led by the Vzxlackian High Chancellor Bzrtiti-Cha who pressed its way into the dictator of Cuesianika's office. One of the soldiers held up a device to the insectoid Chancellor, its buzzes and chirps translated through it.

"Dictator! You must accept the draft. If the Ceranissians invade, they will wipe out anything they find in the region, including your graceful planet. I speak for the Exalted Hivelord when I state that defense of the region against a terrible threat is necessary. Our rule over your people is benevolence, allowing you a freedom for your form of government and civil rights. The Ceranissians mean you DEATH. We urge you to fight for your will to live."

The Chancellor stared coldly at Cuesianika's dictator with its round, ant-like eyes, awaiting a response.

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Meanwhile, Valinon's declarations against the Empire of Vzxlack held no effect. The insectoid race had never even remotely shown interest in Proxima Centauri, barely even knowing of its existence.

Deep, within the boarders of The Great Vzxlackian Empire, sits a cold world... The first to be conqueored by the rampaging bugs. The Garthacians hobbled around, their fat disgusting bodies breathing unsteadily... And they discussed what to about this coming war.

"Nothing..." the First Elder thought to the rest of the council... "The stupid bugs killed my Mother and Father all those years ago..."

"...Are you daft?..." Another thought, "If Vzxlack falls... So do we..."

"Why must we fight... Or stand back?... Why not do somewhere between... Why not offer our help, to the Bugs... And if they accept... We go... If not... Nothing lost..." The Wiser of the group thought.

"A good idea...." They all agreed.

A comm was soon opened to the Bugs.

"Masters, we wish to inform you that our Great Minds will aid you if you wish... They have special talents you may find useful in the coming conflict..."

A response was quickly given to Garthacia, showing great acceptance. "Yes, we will accept your aid... in fact it has already been ordered that you send them. Battleships will be issued to your people to help with coming conflict. Officers onboard will train you how to operate them."

After the signal was cut, 292 Vzxlackian Battleships were transported to the Garthacian world as issued. Each ship could carry a crew of 25,000 and possessed some of the finest artillery on this side of the galaxy. As the ships were carefully landed on the planet, Garthacians were quickly boarded.

Onboard, the Vzxlackian officers carefully trained the Garthacians in operating the vessels many mechanics. Within time, the Garthacians would be able to aid the Empire of Vzxlack in defending the region.

It was unfortunately discovered that, because of the Garthacians odd and bloated physical forms, they were unable to handle some of the jobs, as such, several Vzxlackians were forced to stay aboard.

During the course of the training, many Garthacians were subtly scanning the Vzxlackians, using subtle complusions... Testing limits.

But for now, the enemy was not aboard the ships with them... And they would face them soon enough.

Within time, the training was finished and the 292 Vzxlackian Battleships were launched into deep space. And so the alliance of a great army was beginning. Hopefully within time, Vzxlack would have more than enough vessels to turn back the Ceranissians' planned assault on the region.

"Your majesty it appears that the bugs have got some allies the Garthacians"Informed the messenger.
"So they wish to withstand our force then they shall die their race shall be subject to Genocide if they do not stand down i had no quarrel with them"Said the Emperor as he sent a message similar to that to the Garthacians

Then the Emperor gave the order for the new reaper command ships to organise.
The little messenger then said"It appears they have 292 ships ready"
"Then they shall be crushed"The Emperor gave a slight sigh.

A lone Vzxlackian Scout Ship cruised into the disputed border space of Vzxlack and Christoniac. On board, a large crate was carried with two armed guards posted beside it. A hailing signal was sent out to any possible nearby Ceranissian ships. The message beamed was as follows:

"We come bearing a gift for your Emperor in hopes that a peaceful solution may be sought over this border war. Please respond."

OFFICIAL DGNT GOVERNMENT STATEMENT:
After noting the past skirmish with Vzxlack, Mr 47, Grand Presiente for life, may the light of his eyes shine upon the world forever (this goes on for some time), has decided to support the embargo on the Vzxlackian Empire.
GLAF Ships have been set to high alert, but no overt fighting on DGNTs part has begun as of yet.

A lone ship:more than capable of dealing with anything they could throw. Came and scanned the crate and sent this reply"We are sending a lone "Condemned(P.O.W with an obedience chip) to investigate"with that the ship beamed the man on board and left at a safe distance.

The man was infront of the guards and told them what he was doing in an easily translated language.

The two guards lowered their weapons and stepped aside for the man. The crate was made out of a hard metal, sealed by a padlock that was engraved by strange markings... obviously Vzxlackian numbers. As the crate was scanned earlier, it showed nothing of possible danger. Instead, a large lifeform was held within... maybe the peace-offering gift for the Emperor was to be a pet?

OOC:The Emperor doesn't need anymore pets his got a greater Ciradan as a mount,a whole zoo full of animals and everyone under his control are like pets. and unless it's food
The man demanded to see it immediately

The Vzxlackians looked scandalized by the demand. Maybe it was a taboo in their culture to allow a lowly servant to view a present meant for a leader? With great reluctance, a part in the front of the steel crate was slid up to expose a grill to allow the man to peek in.

Within, a great animal, near the size of a tank and almost as armored by its great scales, slept contentedly.

OOC: You shoved one of those incindiary bombs down its throat didnt you?

OOC: Nope.

OOC:He's paranoid.

The man then slid down and asked the guards wwhat it is in a rough imitation of their language.

Quickly they replied. Apparently the creature was a vorm, the national animal of the Vzxlack homeworld. They told the man that it was honorable if the Emperor received it directly.

OOC:I'm sending a genetically identical clone to be the emperors doublre to inspect it.

OOC: Fine... fine....

The slave as he was then asked"Where will the "Emperor" be accepting it?"
OOC:Now any assassination attempts will only kill the double and result in your annihilation.

EDDNN
"So Domja have heard a war is goin on in space?"
"No Doomjina but what i do know is that it's time for the weather."
"Roll it Doomana."
"Hekko here is our forcast for the week. On Monday it will be raining space wreak and Vzxlack bodies. On Tuesday it will be raining and it will be like that for the rest of the week.Back to you Doomjina."
"Thank you Doomana. Anyway here's a statement from our emperor."

"My people as you know Christoniac and Vzxlack have been in war for a while but we have no part in it."

"Well slav..i mean citizens that's it for now."

The Vzxlackians responded to the man with nearly excited chittering. "<Your homeworld of course, within your Emperor's throne room.*>"

*OOC: Translated from Vzxlackian.

OOC:LMFAO you really think i'm that gullable i'll say it's on some backwater planet full of rebels?
IC:The slave then handed one of them the coordinates to the "Homeworld"

The insects seized the data and took it to their ship's control panels. Programming it into their system, it was added to their archives.