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........Press Statemant from President Kurlej........
"Nations, allies, and citizens after much decision the U.S.K is going to war. Whom you may ask? TGAK (TerroistGroupAgainstKurleins). TGAK is suspected for shooting our president is known for shooting down Atarium's ferry boat killing the estimated number of 467 people. They hve truely gone too far. As of now U.S.K is in Orange Alert (highest alert). TGAK is suspected to be hiding in the Northern part of U.S.K. It is also the area with many mountains. U.S.K.N.N will keep you posted."

~President Kurlej

Hello anyone b u m p there?

*Hovering over the now inhabited planet Umoja on board the cruiser Amerigo serving under General Whitaker's command, the General met with one of his liasons to TGAK*

"Well, what news do you have of the assassination, Gerard?" Whitaker asked of his liason, Gerard Wolf.

"As far as we can say, it was a very miserable failure. Our assassin was caught, and apparently, thanks to the Resi Corporation, restores into a new and more firm body."

"Can I trust your men not to speak of this? If news of this gets out to Virgil, then the planned coup de grace can't proceed, and it will be my head on the line."

"Time will tell, my dear friend, but I can't necessarilly give you a solid relliance on my men. Don't forget, we do operate outside regular legal boundaries. I hope for your sake, comrade, that your dictator doesn't find out about anything."

Gerard turned around, and proceeded to march out of Whitaker's meeting room.

OOC: If I remember right, you ARE a space nation, aren't you? If you aren't then, just ignore me.

Sorry for getting your hopes up, I don't really feel like RP right now, but, I just noticed that you seem to have a strange love of acronyms. That is all, thank you.

4 S7-11s patrolling
(((Protectorion 1 do you copy?)))
(((I read ya loud and clear Hawk-eye)))
(((I think somethings got a lock on us.)))
(((What gave you that)))
(((Break, Break!)))
(((Hawk-eye I'm goin down!)))
The S7-11 exploded suddenly in the air.
(((Protectorion 1!)))
(((Hawk-eye we gotta land)))
(((Fine))
The 3 S7-11s left return back to base.

(OOC- How am I doing for my first RP?)
EDIT-Well i did launch a space shuttle but you can still RP just don't use any space weapons. Ok?

MAJOR BUMPAGE http://news.bbc.co.uk/media/images/38100000/jpg/_38100373_steven150.jpg

EDIT-Well i did launch a space shuttle but you can still RP just don't use any space weapons. Ok?

OOC: Oh, so you don't have space fighter crap and all those goody little things? I'll try to keep space tech down to a minimum. If there is any fighting, then I'll dropship men with AKs... and I have a station on Earth, so don't complain about not being able to do any infrastructure damage.

IC: All over the Pergatorian military and research outpost on Earth, a transmission came in from Whitaker's command ship to exact any hostility over Kurlej units within the area. Just a few moments later, one of the numerous STA missile sites shot down a fighter jet. The unit crashed 45 yards away from the main bunker, and fire fighters on the base were busy putting out the flames. Whether anyone was still alive was a mystery to those on the ground.

OOC do have a couple of space fighters not many and you can use your cruiser just don't do too much damage. And you can drop in space marines too if you want.

IC: "Sir!"
"Yes Private?"
" The S7-11s that were on patrol were apparently attcked"
"Deaths?"
"1 sir."
"Make sure the base is better fortified. Keep fighters away from heavily forested areas."
"Yes Sir!"
"Also make sure not to tell the president about this"
"Um..very well sir."

OOC do have a couple of space fighters not many and you can use your cruiser just don't do too much damage. And you can drop in space marines too if you want.

OOC: If we're going to do any real space fighting, then I recommend you go contract a real space fleet and military, otherwise I'll play nice and not try to hurt you too badly. And just for the hell of expectations of good combat, consider your coffers 3 trillion richer. Spend it as you please.

IC: *Transmissions were going through Pergatorio like signals from the brain to the wounded body. Word had just gotten out to Virgil Devol, dictator of Pergatorio, and in a consistent reaction, contacted General Whitaker, his right hand man.*

Whitaker paced back and forth under the scrutinizing sound of his leader's voice as he demanded to know just what had transpired on the Earthen outpost.

"Well, sir, we believe that Kurlej is planning hostilities against us. They were sending fighters over restricted Pergatorian airspace and didn't respond to our hailing signals. We had no option but to-"

"Damn it, Whitaker... why wasn't I informed of this immediately? This could cause all hell with the intergalactic community. Your the military and diplomatic expert, what the hell do you think?"

"Personally, sir, I say we go and search the wrecked fighter for anything that might hint at hostilities. Most conventional aircraft and spacecraft can easily have their flights logged and traced. In fact, a good deal of them carry in with them a flight recorder. I'll see to it that it gets recovered. I'm sure after this, we can all breathe easy again."

"For your sake, it better, Whitaker. Your job is on the line." With that, Virgil's line cut. Whitaker spun around and plotted out his next move to seize power.

OOC-Thanks i'll try to get a couple of ships.

"Make those tanks ready!"
"Yes Sir!"
"We aren't gonna be made fun of by the National Community because we were beaten by some lowly terroists"
Massive build up of tanks and aircraft patrolling the are.

OOC: Looks like its just us two who are gonna be doing this then, but if fighting breaks out, for the love of God, get a good space ally with you.

IC: *Orders were being carried out left and right, and several salvage crews down on Pergatorio's base had begun sifting through the wreck of the fighter. General Lee Harvey Oswald surveyed the searching of the wrecked S7-11. *

"Here it is, sir." One of the salvage crew members walked up carrying the classic black and orange box that was normally a flight recording instrument.

"Excellent. How many dropships do we have in the hangars?" General Oswald turned to one of his aeronautics assistants.

"At present, we have three, sir."

"Get that flight box up the Amerigo and tell Whitaker that it's undamaged. He can get the information off of it on his own." The group broke up, and the flight box was placed inside the cargo dock of the dropship destined for the Amerigo.

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"Okay men get some SAMs up. If an air attack comes we'll be ready"
"Yes Sir!"
"Also send in a small group of Spec. Ops to locate any bases."
"Yes Sir!"
So the Spec Ops head for the forest not knowing what is gonna happen.
"Also send in signals to AFB Omega. Tell them to get some air support."
"Yes Sir!"

EDIT-Pergatorio we got that ally. he's Crimson Blades.

bumpity bump

OOC: Okay. Good to hear.

IC: *The flight recorder arrived at the Amerigo undamaged, and was transferred over to the hands of General Whitaker in his war room. Once the doors closed and the dropship pilot left, Whitaker removed his lighter from his uniform pocket.

Sipping vodka from a glass, he sprung open the cover on the lighter and spun the flint wheel. 6 inches of burning flame shot out from the wick. Pulling the tape from the flight recorder, he lowered his lighter. The flame would destroy every last pit of history for that doomed fighter. Slowly, he passed each inch of the recorder's tape through the open flame, and stared down at the false report he compiled for Virgil's eyes.*

Spec Ops part:
"Man I hate going into enemy lines."
"We all do"
Birds Fly away
"Somethings coming"
"What gave you that idea"
"Well did you not see those birds?"
"So they're birds. They're fly away if they see a peanut."
"Well ya but still, we should hed for the mountains"
BASE PART
"Sir the signal has been transmited"
"Good, it's getting dark get some sleep."
"Yes sir!"
"And before you do get my jet ready."
"What sir?"
"You heard me damn well private get the jet ready."
"Um... okay sir"

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*Two snipers rested their barrels, staring down at the SpecOps team running through the forests, closing in on their bases.*

"Think they're harmless?" The first one said through his walkie talkie.

"Could be... what's their profile?"

"Kurlej. What's status on them?"

5 minutes passed, and then the walkie talkie crackled to life again. "I've got orders from base. We're to gun 'em down." The first sniper raised his barrel and aimed at the squad leader's head. He squeezed back on the trigger.

We read ya go about a mile farther there should be 4 Hum-vees in the area. Land there. Thank you and over and out

Old School bump

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Wait one second, gun shots started blazing.
"Ahh!!"
((Do you copy! We're being overwhelme...)))
((Hello, hello? NOOO!!!!"

OOC-Fixed 8)

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OOC-Sorry a bit too busy buying stuff the DBs have been added.

OOC: Well, considering its his first RP, I'd give him a little slack on the attention to detail thing, and kind of helpfully point him along, if you will... Kurlej, check up on the previous page with the Spec Ops in the forest, and read a bit closer at Sniper Country's post. He's going to try and capture your landing area, not just be friendly to it.

Btw, your Spec Ops, just to let you know, are getting it from snipers if you go and look at the previous page.

OOC- just read it & added it. sorry Sniper Country it was an accident.

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OOC: Yea, so shall we take this back into perspective? Zoom back to the moment when your unloading crews walk up the choppers, and then let Sniper Continue the storyline. I'd RP your Spec Ops for the snipers you have to deal with. I'll RP back the situation, blah blah blah.

OOC-Oh okay then
IC- A gunshot was heard
"What was that?"
"Don't know, hey wait where's Joe?"
"What do you mean?" *Starts counting 1,2,3,4, and 5?
"oh boy this ain't good"
"No it ain't"
"Okay men guard the area be careful. If ny sounds are heard contact me."

The first sniper pulled back on his bolt and let loose with an empty casing. Across the range of the forest, a second shot went out and birds went flying from the trees as another bullet spiraled towards the Spec Ops. One of the men was already down from the first bullet, a shot to the head; the others ran for cover from the scopes. Both of the snipers trained their weapons to where the teams stood hidden from fire, waiting for them to move.

"Quiet men"
"Holy sh...."
guns started blazing.
(((Overwhelme...)))
Too late. Dead corpes are lying everywhere the jungle turns quiet.....but 2 men are still living shot but living.
"We gotta call in air support"
"We gotta leave the area"
"I hate anything that reminds me of the Predator movie."

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"Sir we have to evac the area."
"Not yet, we'll wait till they come around here and then we drop some anthrax. That should keep them away."
'For a while that is."
"Yes but it will give us some time to evac the area."

*Aboard the Amerigo...*

Virgil's voice echoed over the intercom. "Is it good news, Whitaker?"

"I'm afraid not, sir. Apparently, Kurlej was planning a tactical strike against our base, from what our experts managed to decode from the flight recorder. Kurlej has been apparently conducting training raids against forest installations for months on end in practice for an assault."

"I don't understand, Whitaker. What could we have done to spark the urge to attack us?"

"Well, sir, I haven't quite informed you, but a new revolutionary group is rising up, calling themselves the Umojan Protectorate. They're opposed to the colonization of Umoja. We have reason to believe that Kurlej is sympathetic to these rebels, and is trying to help them succeed in their uprising."

"Go on..."

"Remember that xanium compound we managed to create in our labs? The one of titanium, steel, and that xenon and carbon compound? Well, Umoja happens to be rich in it. And you know the value of the metal. It's practically resistant to everything."

"Alright, Whitaker. Set out a warning to the rest of the military and keep them alert for anything that could be hostilities. I don't want this escalating."

"Yes, sir. I'll make sure everyone is on alert."

"Sir don't you think this is getting out-of-hand?"
"Not enough to tell the president."
"You'll sure sir?"
"Yes I'm sure"
"You know sir we could drop some gasoline over the forest then burn it?"
"too dangerous, there might be some men there."
"But sir..."
"I SAID NO!"
"Sorry sir."
"Leave me, I have to analyze their stratigies(sp?).
"Yes sir." as the private left the room "Stupid fool he's risking millions of lives. We should just end it now"

boring old bump

*The two snipers, after accomplishing their goals, began to march back to base. After a mile's worth of walking, they came to the gates of the compound. They flashed their IDs and entered the base in the direction of the command bunker. Inside the bunker, a knock resounded on the bolted xanium door.*

"Come in." General Oswald said in a disgruntled manner.

"Sir, we have some news. A Special Operations team bound from Kurlej was about a mile away from here. We gunned them down, but we think there might be others out in the woods. As far as we know, none escaped."

"Convenient, gentlemen. About 30 minutes ago, I received a transmission from the Amerigo. Apparently, a state of crisis has been declared over the recent events by Devol, and we're to report any disturbances from Kurlej to General Whitaker. He's supposed to give us a command directive."

"What should we do, sir?"

"Return to your positions. Keep your eyes open for anyone else coming in. I'm going to inform Whitaker."

"Yessir."

(((This is Spec Ops team 2. We have been gunned down and only 2 of us remain. Send in a chinook)))
(((Roger that a chinook and it's escorts are heading for your coordinates. By the way what are your coordinates?)))
(((34561 and 46250)))
(((Roger that)))

To bump or not to bump that is thee question.

I'm going to sleep.

bump

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c'mon people this is a good RP

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OOC: Back. And this time with an army more powerful than an elephant's erection on Viagara!

IC: The flight recorder had been loaded onto a dropship and shuttled off to Umoja, where the Amerigo stood waiting in high orbit. Gradually, the shuttle slowed down and sent out its docking code and was verified.

The dropship landed in the docking bays, where General Whitaker stood waiting. With a hiss of pressurized air, the doors opened, and out stepped the pilot carrying the flight recorder. General Whitaker stepped up with a grin on his face.

"Good job. Give General Oswald my thanks. Were there any damages?"

"None, sir. All the data should be there."

"Alright then. Return to base and tell Oswald the package arrived successfully."

The pilot about-faced and walked back into the shuttle. As the craft took off, General Whitaker walked into his war chamber. Before the shuttle had time enough to clear Umojan gravitational pull, a missile shot out of the stars and a CF/A-17 "Spectre" fighter appeared. The shuttle exploded. Whitaker grinned. His terrorist comrades were ready for the staged firefight. A voice blared over the intercom. "General, should we intervene and save that shuttle?"

"It's too late, bridge commander." General Whitaker said as the shuttle exploded and the "Spectre" disappeared off into the stars again. "What was the profile on that ship?"

"Unconfirmed, sir. Chances are it was one of Kurlej's, though."

"Compile a report on that firefight, understood?"

"Yessir."

The intercom shut off, and Whitaker opened the flight recorder box.

The Chinook continued on to base with no damages so far.
"Hey you're okay?"
"Not too much who ever shot that bullet was aiming for my brain."
"Don't worry a couple more miles and we're be at base."
"You know Tom Axe is gonna be mad."
"He always is"
"You got a point."
"He's probably gonna ask for a de-briefing."
"Oh joy."
The chinook continued on it's way with some damage from trees.

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I would rp here but i saw the word DROPSHIP so i will leave it well alone

What do you mean? Very little of this will be on space mostly Earth.

The Chinook was flying low enough, but hardly evading Pergatorian radar. On the Earthen base, a strike was being called out against the helicopter.

"You there!" General Oswald screamed at one of his technicians, "are those CFs able to do atmospheric combat?"

"Yes sir."

"Then I want three to head out there and engage that helicopter before we lose it. I'm going to go and contact Whitaker real quick."

General Oswald walked towards the rear of the main bunker, and picked up a communications link to the Amerigo. General Whitaker's voice came through with static.

"Hey, Whitaker. It's Oswald. Listen, we have a Chinook leaving our perimeters and in a few minutes, it'll be out of radar sweeps. I've ordered for it to be shot down, and I've commissioned 3 CFs to go and hunt it. Anything specific you might want from this?"

"Your the vehicular expert. Do those things come with flight recorders?"

"I don't think so, sir."

"Alright... shoot the thing down, and sweep the area for survivors. When and if you find them, bring them back to base. I want a thorough interrogation. Do whatever you have to."

"Understood."

Deployed: 3 CF/A-17 "Spectre" fighters

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General Whitaker clicked the intercom off, and locked his war room door. He placed the flight recorder on the desk and removed a set of tools from a toolbax underneath his chair.

Taking a crowbar, he pressed it underneath the top lid, and forced open the main hatch, revealing the tape. Taking the end of it, he held it out roughly 6 inches parallel to his desk.

Now was the moment of victory for himself. He removed his lighter and spun the flint wheel. 6 inches of burning flame shot up into the air. He moved the tape over the flame, erasing the evidence of any and all flights.

After about an hour of deleting history, he turned to his computer and began to read the false report he had saved to his computer. Everything was fit and ready for Virgil Devol's eyes. Whitaker moved his hands towards the intercom again.

While the 3 S7-11s that were escorting the chinnok ( forgot about that huh?) there radars swept something heading towards them.
(((Somethings coming)))
(((They're gonna go down)))
(((Hatchet)))
(((Ya?)))
(((Seems like a couple of fighters are comin)))
(((All 3 of you go intercept it)))
(((Roger that)))
"Hey guys we might have to land a bit early"
"If we are call in a couple of Spectre Tanks"
"Gotcha"
(((Chinook to base, deploy 4 Spectre tanks to these coordintes: 546721 & 546722)))
((Roger that))
((While you're at it send in 2 S7-11s)))
(((Roger)))

The 3 CF/A-17s had the enemy fighters no registering on their sensors.

"Alright, Charlie, take far left, come around from the north and cut 'em off. Sparrow, head southeast and take them from the side. I'll take them out from the rear."

The fighters adjusted their flight paths accordingly and gradually the Chinook appeared visually.

"This is Sparrow, we have visual confirmation. Orders?"

"Take 'em down."

The first fighter sped by, openiing fire, but erupted into a ball of flames instantaneously.

"Holy Jesus! Commander, can a Chinook have that kind of firepower?"

"Nope... it's got escorts. Take the left, shoot 'em down."

The second CF spun around and shot at lead S7.

(Losses: 1 CF/A-17)

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(((Kight-1!)))
(((AHHHH!!!)))
(((They're going down!)))
A dogfight began, the chinook continued moving to avoid crashing but it has got to reach those coordinates.
(((I'm going down!)))
(((Knight 2!)))
"Hey look the other 2 S7s are coming"
"Good wait?"
(((Comin i......)))
(((Horse 1!)))
3 S7s shot down.

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A second CF was shot down, but there were no craft left. The Chinook had passed out of sight. The pilot radioed back to base.

"Hey, commander, it's Charlie. We got some flak, and we lost the Chinook, but we have 5 downed fighters over here. 2 friendly, 3 hostile. You wanna come in and parachute in a search crew for survivors?"

"Charlie, your orders are to return back to base. We've traced your coordinates, and we'll have search crews there in a matter of minutes."

The command base clicked off. The CF turned around and then erupted into a ball of fire. Two S7s had been called in for reinforcement that were overlooked.

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"What is it, Whitaker?" Virgil Devol demanded over the intercom.

"Sir, apparently Kurlej has been planning hostilities against us for some time. They've had multiple combat training exercises within the forests and have opened up a space program to combat us on our new home planet.

"As of an hour ago, the shuttle delivering the flight recorder to us was destroyed by a craft with an unidentified profile, most likely one of Kurlej's.

"Additionally, we've had to engage a Chinook leaving our base perimeters. We fear they could have dropped men. I've received an update on that status. 3 of our CFs were downed within our own perimeters and 3 of their S7s were downed as well. We've sent search crews out to hunt down possible crash survivors, friendly or otherwise." Whitaker finished and listened for Virgil's response.

"Whitaker, you said that craft had an unidentified profile when it attacked our dropship? Could it have been possible it were one of our own making a bluff in a training exercise?" Virgil didn't want any form of hostilities.

"Sir, our forces aren't training anywheres near here." Whitaker was pulling the biggest bluff of his career. But Virgil had always placed absolute faith in Whitaker's honesty.

"What are our options, then?"

"We're not sure as of this time whether they intend war or not, sir. I recommend we hold out for awhile longer and see what we can find out."

Virgil shut off the comlink and silence reigned in Whitaker's war room.

OOC: You ought to keep those downed pilots alive, or at least one of them. Keep things interesting, y'know?

OOC- Who says they're dead? :wink:
"Good thing some of that survival training came in handy."
"Yea, it's a good thing there's an outpost not too far from here."
"Poor Horse 1, he perished for our country."
"Yea I know but we gotta keep moving."
"Yea"
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The chinook landed in the area and unloaded the troops, the troops were put in a strecther(sp?) and into a humvee heading for the outpost. (the outpost is a combat hospital) All the tanks escorted the humvee while the chinook is heading for base.
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"Sir!"
"Yes major?"
"The spec ops are heading for the base and 2 S7s have landed saying they seen hostile forces."
"Hostile?"
"Yes."
"Do you know who?"
"No sir but the pilots said 3 S7s were lost."
"Deaths?"
"1 confirmed one."
"Keep this to ourselves. Once we find out who are these hostiles we will contact the president"
"Yes sir!"

The Pergatorian Special Ops team had arrived at the site of the landing. Roughly 30 of them were there, and they broke into three teams of 10. They began searching the crash site.

"Sir, you might want to get over here!"

"What is it?"

"We have one body, sir. It's still in the cockpit. I'm guessing he was burned to death... look here, his skin is blistered and peeling."

"Any other bodies found?" The officer called out to the other team members.

"None sir. But we have found some footprints southern bound. Two pairs. They're still fresh, too. They've only recently left."

"Alright. Alpha team, you take the main path. Beta team, I want you to bring up the rear. I'll take mine into the woods and search around there."

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After about an hour of searching, the alpha team leader held up his hand to a halt. Just above in the trees, there were the sounds of movement, people talking, and other forms of activity. He peered over the ridge, and there was an encampment up ahead. Men were wandering everywhere, and it seemed minimally gaurded.

The team leader ducked back down and picked up his walkie talkie.

"Beta, Gamma, I've found the compound where they went to. It isn't one of ours, that's for sure. What are your orders?"

"Alpha, how many military personnel are in the area?"

"It seems like a military hospital. I'd estimate there are a good... 35 or 40 gaurds on the exterior. No telling how many are inside. Orders?"

"Alpha, how many smoke grenades do you happen to have on you right now?"

"Two sir. You expect us to storm the base?"

"Exactly. I'll follow up in the rear. Beta, are you there?"

"Yessir."

"I want you to divide your team and take it from the East and West. On my count, gentlemen... are you inposition, Beta?"

After five minutes, a gruff "yessir" came over the walkie talkie.

"Alpha, smoke 'em out."

A pin was pulled, and a white phosphorous grenade rolled out into the center of the clearing and exploded. Screams erupted from the area. People ran inside.

"On my count..." was heard as the white phosphorous smoke began to clear. "Three... two... one... go! Go! Go!"

30 Pergatorian Spec Ops soldiers erupted out of the bushes firing at the men retreating into the hospital.

"AHH!!!!"
Coughs were heard and nurses came running out with hands in the air(surrendering)
(((Escort group 2 head back for the main base we're being raided (cough,cough) I repeat don't co*cough*)))
The spec ops came and surrounded the building all was quiet...... then
"We all surrender just don't harm us! We have no military data at all and no weapons"
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As soon as the humvee and tanks heard the message they contacted the base (((Sir the military hospital has been raided. We wish to investigate)))

(((Don't return to base)))
(((Fine....)))

The vehicals returned back to the main base.
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"Sir urgent news, the outpost has been raided."
"WHAT!"
"Um, yes we don't know who but it's a good thing none of them know too much data."
"Contact the president tell him it's urgent, this is truely a war."
"You're sure sir?"
"Yes"
"Okay sir."

The major prepared the room in which Tom Axe Sr. will be speaking to the president.....

Men lost: 15 guards.

bump,bump, and away!

The Spec Ops soldiers lowered their weapons.

"Everyone line up inside the hospital. Alpha, check if there's a back door. If there is, make sure no one can get out. Beta, get everyone up to the top floor. Gamma, I want signal flares all around this perimeter. I'm going to contact back to the base."

The team commander went back into the bushes while his men carried out his orders. The people were being herded upstairs, the doors gaurded, and flares set up around the perimeter.

"Base, this is Gamma leader, come in."

"What is it, Gamma?"

"We've come across a medical installation and seized it. It's about a mile and a half soutb by southeast of the S7 crash site. We have an unconfirmed amount of neutrals here. 3 of them are wounded by our fire, none dead. There are indefinite numbers of wounded inside the compound. It's apparently Kurlejian (is that right). We've set up signal flares around the perimeter. You should be able to pick us out in a matter of minutes. Send about 50 transports. We don't know how many we've got here. If there are additional, then I'll make sure Gamma team stays behind to gaurd them before hand until the compound is entirely evacuated."

"Alright. We'll have 50 transports out there in about 30 or 40 minutes. That all?"

"Yup. Gamma out."

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General Oswald was informed of the news. His next directive was to inform Whitaker. He picked up the comlink and waited for the signal from the Amerigo.

"What's up, Oswald?"

"We've seized a Kurlejian medical facility. We traced those downed pilots there, and we have an unconfirmed number of neutrals. We've sent 50 transports to pick 'em up. They're going to be back in about an hour or two and we'll have them interrogated."

"I want them sent to the Amerigo, Oswald."

"Why?"

"Don't ask questions, follow your orders. I want each person sent to my ship. I'll oversee the interrogation. Don't worry about it. I want you to get defenses at that outpost on full alert. That will be all from you, Oswald. Whitaker out."

OOC-It's Kurleins
In the room
"Mr President."
"Yes tom?"
"A medical outpost has recently been captured. None of the men know where our base is or any secrets."
"They don't know anything?"
"Yup, most of them are pilots from AFB Henry. They go there to get their shots."
"What about the pilots that were recently found by the hostiles?"
"They don't know too much. They've been here but they don't know the coordinates."
"Good I'll be making a press statement about this. Anything else?"
"Yes, send in one of those Orion (sp? Klonor's destroyer that he sells) here and send in a 1,000 men."
"1,000 men!"
"Yes we are going to recapture the outpost."
"Very well they should arrive in 30 minutes."
"Thank you sir."
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The pilots (they still didn't reach it yet)
"Maybe we should call in a chinook? Joe?"
TGAK rebels popped out and started letting out lead to the pilots.
"Now is our time to strike brotheren! We will attack that medical outpost today! For the cause!"
"For the cause!"

bump?

OOC: Hah! That's a good twist.

The 50 transports had arrived and the pilots and medics were loaded and mvoed out to the Pergatorian main base. Several dropships had been prepped, and armed gaurds were escorting the prisoners, now bound in handcuffs and chains, into the shuttles.

Inside the lead shuttle, the pilot was doing the last checks.

"This is flight 721-A, departing from Earth to the Amerigo, high orbit over Umoja. Everything good to go out there?"

"Roger that," a man said through the intercom positioned on the side leading into the interior of the ship. "You're clear for take off."

The pilot flipped a few switches and knobs, and the landing struts folded in and started to take off for space. Picking up the intercom, the pilot began to speak to his passengers.

( :lol: Ever hate those damn people who just have to do this?) "Hi, I'm Robert and I'll be your pilot for today. If you prisoners back there need to puke, then there are barf bags right behind you. Don't try much of anything, either. The armed gaurds will be glad to deal with any of your troubles. Our restrooms are down, so I hope you're ready for a long wait." At this, one of the gaurds in the back winced. "And I hope you all don't mind Stevie Wonder, because that's what's going to be playing. Our expected travel time is roughly 3 hours. Everyone buckle up. That'll be all."

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Whitaker had contacted Gerard Wolf again and had payed for a band of terrorists to go and level the complex that was still standing. He had also specifically asked for the shuttles incoming to the Amerigo to be intercepted and the people on board killed, setting the stage that the Kurleins were trying to keep the war under wraps.

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The stream of Stevie Wonder music had been interrupted, and the pilot sounded somewhat nervous over the intercom.

"Ladies and gentlemen, our convoy of you prisoners has been intercepted by what appears to be a Pergatorian cruiser. We're being ordered to dock in. We're afraid that our destination time might be a bit lengthened." The gaurd looked relieved to the fact that there would be bathrooms on one of his own ships.

The dropships were pulled in to the docking bays of the once Pergatorian cruiser. General Whitaker had sold one of his flagships to TGAK to help further his means. The dropships landed in the docking bay, and the hiss of pressurized air as the doors open was heard.

One by one, the prisoners were removed from the ships, and sent to the back of the docking bay. The soldiers and the pilots followed suit. Then the order for all of them to line up was heard. Everyone stood in attention.

About 300 TGAK members dressed as Pergatorian soldiers came out and leveled their weapons at the line up of prisoners, gaurds, and pilots. The sound of depleted uranium bullets echoed across the room, and several corpses were loaded back into the shuttles.

The shuttles were set for auto-pilot directly to Umoja, carrying a hailing signal similar to those of the Kurleins.

OOC-I hate those guys..
IC-
The Trident (Orion Destroyer) slowly came to the base. The landing gear hissed over the wieght of the ship.
"Slowly, slowly, landing complete."
"Okay men get in, fighters should be inside or should be arriving."
1 by 1 the men got in and took thier positions. The base has only a few more men/women remaining to keep the base active and safe.
The Trident slowly went upwards int space...
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The 1,000 men landed and followed Kurlein actions.
"Hey what gives? Where is everybody?"
By the time TGAK arrived hell went loose the dark sky was lighted by the shots but TGAK members were killed because of the Kurlein's wonderful skills 8). They interrogated the remaining members but the knew nothing.
(((This is capture group 1 hostiles left apparently with the hostages.)))
(((Roger that. Return back to base there's nothing we can do now....)))
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The Trident finally reached space. the Trident stopped now due to massive damage from the atmosphere. Repairs were being made. Any attack against this will surely be a sign of war.

......Press Statement......
The president has now declared a stae of war against TGAK. Videos were shown of some of their horrible actions. The president said that this state of war is only against TGAK not they're allies (if they have any)

OOC: After this post, I need to go, so I'll see you tomorrow for more RP, Kurlej.

IC: General Whitaker turned away from the Kurlej network he was watching and was satisfied. It was time for the first blow to be sent out. He reached for the comlink and waited for Virgil to pick up...

"Yes, Whitaker?" Virgil sounded like he hadn't slept in months, and his mental determination was probably dulled.

"Sir, the Kurleians have destroyed our prisoners en route. They pretty much openly told us that they were open for war. Our 10 shuttles destined for the Amerigo were intercepted by a Kurleian destroyer, and the men aboard: soldiers, pilots, prisoners, all shot. They didn't want anything to get out. As an insult to us, they sent the ships back to us with their own hailing signals. Sir, they've openly attacked us. This is a state of emergency. We must declare war!"

"Great... Whitaker. Mobilize the space fleet. Send two of those CF-12 cruisers or whatever the hell off to Earth and seize control of the atmosphere. Don't let anything with a Kurleian signal get out. I'll prepare a delcaration of war. It should be out by tomorrow."

"Anything else, sir?"

"Mobilize every branch of the military. I need a drink."

The comlink went dead. Virgil had consented to the war Whitaker had crafted with his own hands, and in a few moments, a military coup de grace could incur.



Deployed: 2 CF-12 "Behemoth" Battlecruisers

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Kurlej---

We have openly witnessed your hostile actions against our proud nation, and what I have seen is intolerable. Your vicious assaults and attempts to keep them secret perpetrate all ideals of honor. Your attacks will no longer be permitted. War has come to your nation.

-Virgil Devol
Dictator of Pergatorio

OOC: Tomorrow, shall we start the war forum? Because, once again, I have to go. And make the war an invite only. Keep ally numbers a bit small, so it won't get too confusing out there. When there are 15+ nations, it gets confusing. Only invite 2 at max.

OOC-Sure i'll start one at 5:00
Virgil Devol--
This is purely outrageous!! We only have 2 destroyers. Both were in orbit to shoot down any ships that wish to harm us. One has returned to be loaded with men and shoot any TGAK training area. This declaration of war is nuts! But we will defend our country honorably.

-Arthur Kurlej
President of U.S.K
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"Sir urgent news!"
"What is it this time?"
"The base was abandoned when troops arrive and the President has informed us that a state of war has been declared."
"WHAT! Get all available ships ready."
"Why sir, to attack?"
"No to be prepared."
"Very well sir."

OOC-no more posts here okay guys? The war thread is to be posted. I have to think of a good name..