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{Official International Broadcast from the Praetorship of the Drakonian Imperium}

The official seal of Drakonia appeared on a black background. Then it was gone, in the seal's place was a Tersanctus' government press room. The flags of Drakonian and Tersanctus were both visible, one on the right and the other on the left. The Black, Red and White of the Drakonian Flag and the Blue, Black, and Grey of the Tersanctus flag.

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Preator Augustus Drake, selected leader of Drakonia, would be speaking from the Sanctus, the capitol of Tersanctus, where he was attending the birthday party (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=83400) of his closest ally and strongest friend Edmund Dante, Executor of Tersanctus. The ruler stepped forward and walked to the podium setup between the two flags.

"The last time I spoke to the people of Drakonia, the United Emirates, and the international community it was to speak of the Imperium and it's allies solemn duty. Now I come again to speak of duty, grave duty.

"At precisely, 6:32PM Mountain Standard Time, two nuclear missiles from the nations of Dyelli Beybi and Axe Wielding Maniacs broke through the Drakonian Missiles Defense Network and detonated in the twin cities of Eugene/Springfeild and the island city of Castries. Already, half a million civilians are died with another million wounded; suffering, dieing.

"This horrific, cowardly, and despicable act will not go unanswered. While Drakonia is nuclear capable, it is public knowledge that we have no nuclear weapons. Formal Declarations of War, have been issued to both Dyelli Beybi and Axe Wielding Maniacs. The Imperium will not rest until those governments have been removed from power and made to pay for their heinous crimes against humanity. We will not surrender, we will not compromise, and we will not back down until every single person responsible for this horrendous crime against humanity itself is brought to justice.

"All Military reserves have been called up, military factories are at full production, navy shipyards are building warships, and the entire nation is preparing for all-out-war for vengeance. We will, we must go to war to ensure this never happens again. There are no alternatives. The peoples of the Drakonia must know they are safe from such horrible acts.

"The absolute only conditions Drakonia will accept for peace, are: All Nuclear Missiles, Warhead, Delivery Devices & Vehicles, surrendered to the Imperium or destroyed.
The disassembly of all Nuclear Weapons Launch Sites, Research, and Production Facilities.
The unconditional surrender of all army, naval, and special forces in and around Al Anbar.
Twenty-Five Percent Disarmament of all military services for an extented period of time.
End of Nuclear Weapons Program, never again to be restarted.
Humanitarian Aid for those suffering.
Payment in full of Reparations, War Depts (as well as those depts Drakonia will accumulate in the conflict with Al Anbar."This is the only way there can be peace between Drakonia, Dyelli Beybi, and Axe Weilding Maniacs. We do not go to war against the Federated Klatchian Coast, simply those who have wronged us.

"To our last breath, to our last soldier we will fight for vengeance for those who have died. There is no alternatives, there is no other way. Drakonia is commits it's entire existance to fight for those who have died in this Nuclear Holocaust."

The Praetor his face firm, his stance unyielding disappeared from the broadcast. The seal of Drakonia was again visible and then the broadcast was over.

OOC:
Liberation of Al Anbar (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=85060) (Serious RP; Invite-Only)
This Conflict started it all. All Fighting in and around Al Anbar will take place there. Troop, Ship, and Aircraft deployments must be made before participation in Combat.

Nekoa Bay Negotiations (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=94668) (Serious RP; Invite-Only)
This covers the Negotiations taking place in Reploid Productions to end the conflict between Drakonia and Dyelli Beybi, and possibly the Al Anbar conflict.

Code of Conduct This Thread is subject, to Invite-Only status. If this is carried out, see here for list of Invited Nations.
Roleplaying (RPing) rules are being enforced, violation of such will be ignored.
All OOC content is to be kept to a minimum, and all OOC posts must be included with IC posts.
No spamming, flaming, or hijacking will be tolerated and nations that do will be ignored.

The port city of Castries was a disaster area. Remains of the city floated in the water alongside the bodies of the dead and an entire epicenter of the city was simply leveled. Buildings were flattened and debris was everywhere. Hundreds of thousands were killed--murdered--instantly, hundreds of thousands were dieing, wounded, suffering. Devastation was everywhere.

Rescue workers, military, and police personnel crawled through the wreckage trying to safe those still trapped. Shortening thier lives by their exposure to the lethal radiation. Other soldiers set up a safe perimeter, rushing the survivors from the hot zone. The surviving hospitals were flooded. Mobile Army Surgical Hospitals were being set up outside the city and already patients were piling up.

People had come together throughout the city and surrounding area, offering whatever help they could. The populace acted as one. Out of compassion and comradship for their fellow Drakonia they helped. Everyone worked do whatever they could, to save as many lives as was possible.

Special containment teams were also hard at work. Drakonia had been prepared for such an event, even if they thought it would never happen. Clean-Up crews worked to rid the remains of the city of the deadly radiation. Others help to clear the population of the same radioactive fallout. Still it would take years of the effort to completely rid the area of the contamination.

Overhead military transport jets were bringing humanitarian supplies and support personnel. Helicopter moved about the city transporting wounded or rescue workers back and forth. Jet fighter also circled overhead, prepared for another attack.

The remains of the twin cities of Eugene/Springfeild was the same. Hundreds of thousands suffered, while many others worked lend their help.

Meanwhile, the shockwave of the new spread quickly across the country and quickly replaced a powerful anger. Soon, the rest of the nation was preparing for a full-scale war. Reserves were called up, Shipyards and Factories went to work at double their normal pace, and Soldiers were everywhere.

To: Drakonian Imperium Diplomats
From: Vrak Diplomatic Corps
Subject: attack

We ask that you submit to this office the details surrounding this event so that we can make a proper assessment.

We will not intervine in this Attack

We will not intervine in this Attack

To: Microbrits Diplomats
From: Vrak Diplomatic Corps
Subject: intervention

We don't see how this matter concerns you...at all.

Vrak, we will compile the necessary information and transmit it to you as soon as is possible. I am sure, you will understand the delay due to the current happening. We should have a full report available shortly.

Again, we would like to state that Drakonia is not going to war against the Federated Klatchian Coast. It is simply going to war against those nations that launched nuclear weapons against us. We hope that we can remain at peace with other nations of the Klatchian Coast.

However, in no way will Drakonia divert from it's current course of action. It Dyelli Beybi and Axe Weilding Maniacs do not sue for peace, Drakonia will fight to the last man to gain justice for those who have died, will die, and our suffering.

Microbrits, we thank you for not intervening.

Drakonian Diplomatic Corps.
located in Drako Throne,
capitol of the Grand Dominion of Drakonian Imperium

"They did WHAT!?" The King stared incredulously at the ambassador to the Imperium. "That..those..I don't believe...give the Drakonians our full backing. Everything. Open all communications, all feeds. We stayed out of this war because of the damn luddite sensibilities of the Dyelli and what have you. No more." The ambassador sketched a bow.
"Yes my King."
The King nodded and a stabbed a button on the viewscreen. It opened to show a harassed looking Andrew Edinburgh in his office. Uniformed figures scrambled around in the background. Edinburgh swung a leonine head to face the screen. "Your Majesty. You've heard I take it?"
Matthew IX nodded. He'd known Andrew all his life, fought alongside him and made him Supreme Commander of his armed forces. Even so he wondered if the redheaded man would follow him on what he planned.
"Andrew you are to cancel all leave immediately. Full mobilization of all army units. Not the TA or AFR yet. But everyone else is in their barracks or on their ships. We're giving the Drakkies our unquestioned backing.
Andrew, Duke of Edinburgh nodded. "As you will my King. As you will.."
...
Communication from HM Govt
"Praetor. All the sympathy in the world cannot be enough for the damage your nation has sustained, but you have ours nonetheless. We know that you have no nuclear weapons deployed, and that you are of course opposed to their deployment. We've never had the objection to nuclear power shared by many nations and have developed a long tradition of nuclear weapon deployment, so we offer you the equipment and expertise necessary to convert standard cruise missiles to nuclear capability. If you so request under the terms of our alliance I will order a nuclear strike on the capitals of your enemys. I give you my solemn word we will stand with you in this time of darkness. On my sword and on my Kingship I do swear it.
Matthew the Ninth, King of Britmattia.

To: Drakonian Diplomatic Corps
From: Vrak Diplomatic Corps
Subject: possible war

However, war against one member of the Klatch will involve all. Let us see what the evidence presents first, shall we?

To: Britmattia Diplomats
From: Vrak Diplomatic Corps
Subject: intervention

Please, stay your sword.

At precisely midnight, November 27 (the day after Ramadan), the Drakonian Imperium formally declared war on the nation of Al Anbar, for crimes against humanity, violation of the United Emirates alliance, and charges of terrorism. A half an hour later the first attack was launched.

Three Plethora=Class Intercontinental Ballistic Missiles, equipped with Cruise Missile Warheads (as the Imperium has no weapons of mass destruction), were launched. They were target at military installations in Al Anbar.

The Plethora-Class is well documented having been developed just prior to the Raeman Coup (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=56713), for which they were considered for use (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?p=1116521#1116521) to stop the Dark Eldar Holocaust. They were actually considered twice (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?p=1133354#1133354), but never used because it was deemed they would be ineffective against the Dark Eldar and cause to many causalties among the human survivors.

Two Plethora-Class were also launched (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?p=2051714#2051714) (equipped as usual with cruise missiles) just prior to the beginning of the Liberation of Al Anbar. These were used to target New Chelsea and Morah, biological weapons launch sites. Their use led to the dissolution of the New Chelsea government and the end of the Terrorist Attacks on Andaman and Nicobar (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=86159).

Shortly after the launch of our ICBMs, Dyelli Beybi--who we have not declared war on, to give them a "last chance" to withdraw from Al Anbar--responded by launching over a hundred nuclear missiles. We also track missiles from Axe Weilding Maniacs. Apparently, both nations thought we were launching a nuclear attack on Al Anbar. Which is impossible as we have no nuclear weapons and both nations should have easily recognized that.

The trigger happy launches resulted in over two hundred nuclear missiles streaming toward Drakonia. Of the first wave, all but two have been shot down. They destroyed the twin cities of Eugene/Springfeild and the island city of Castries. We are currently attempting to destroy the rest of the missile barraige, but while are Missile Defense Network is likely one of the best in the world. As the international community already knows, it is not perfect.

Drakonian Diplomatic Corps.
located in Drako Throne,
capitol of the Grand Dominion of Drakonian Imperium

To: Drakonian Diplomatic Corps
From: Vrak Diplomatic Corps
Subject: launch

So, you are saying that you launched ICBMs first? You do realize that a nation must always assume that an ICBM launch carries a nuclear warhead, correct? To assume otherwise is too great a risk.

To: Drakonian Diplomatic Corps
From: Vrak Diplomatic Corps
Subject: launch

So, you are saying that you launched ICBMs first? You do realize that a nation must always assume that an ICBM launch carries a nuclear warhead, correct? To assume otherwise is too great a risk.

If such logic was true, an ICBM test launch would result in Mutually Assured Destruction (MAD). Risks, must be taken to assure the safety of the world and as such while Drakonia has the technology and knowledge to produce weapons of mass destruction, we have long sense cancelled all our programs that involve such and destroyed any we had.

I point out, that it was stated by Tersanctus and therefore known to Dyelli Beybi that Drakonia had no nuclear weapons. It is clear that Dyelli Beybi acted with trigger happy judgement, which let to the deaths of half a million Drakonia citizens and the suffering of over a million more. This is inexcusable.

We take the hard line, with no turning to the right or the left. It is to war we march (every last one of us), unless Dyelli Beybi and Axe Weilding Maniacs comply with our terms for Peace.

Drakonian Diplomatic Corps.
located in Drako Throne,
capitol of the Grand Dominion of Drakonian Imperium

Chancellor Marcus Flavius sat slouched in his chair, casually reading a publication by his officials concerning the state of military readiness in Aramar. He took in a deep breath and let it out slowly, sighing at the constant blunders and mishaps of politics. He ran a hand through his hair, hoping that someday Aramar would become a less turbulent country...a gentle knock at halted his thoughts, and he nodded, more to himself then anything.

"Come in."

A shy-looking aide bowed militarily and stepped over to the television.

"Sir, there is something you should see; mind if I-"

Flavius cut him off with a gesture of approval. He very un-executively reclined in his chair and put his hands behind his head.

<B>...death tolls are catastrophic; at least half a million are confirmed dead, with a million more injured and to die soon from radioactive fallout.</B>

Flavius immediately stood with such rapidity that his chair rattled on its wheels. He was, in a word, shocked.

"What the hell?"

<B>We now go live to our man on the scene, Mike Adonov. Mike?

[anchor appears onscreen] Thanks, Maggie. In the Drakonian Imperium earlier today, several nuclear warheads hit in the cities of Eugene/Springfeild and the island city of Castries. It was mass murder, frankly, Maggie. The Drakonian government is still unsure of exact casualties, but they have pinpointed the origins of the weapons to the countries of Dyelli Beybi amd Axe Weilding Maniacs ((is that how he spelled it? because it is "wielding")). The government of Drakonia has issued formal declarations of war against these countries. And only time will tell what the Federation of Aramar will do. This is Mike Adonov, Aramar National News. </B>

The aide shakily turned off the television, and stood waiting for an order. Flavius did not speak for what seemed like ages; he simply paced up and down, gesticulating wildly and muttering under his breath. Finally he spoke, just above a whisper.

"Get the general and a news crew in here."

"Yes, sir."

***
(One day later)

"Alpha One to Alpha Leader, over."
"Come in, Alpha One."
"Alpha Leader, we are starting our descent now. Provide cover. Alpha One out."
"Roger Alpha One, over and out."

The twin helicopters' rotorwash blasted aside the grasses in Dyelli Beybi. When they were three feet from the ground, several camouflaged soldiers exited, carrying silenced M-24s, M4A3s outfitted with suppressors, and one man with a M16/M203. They stayed spread-eagled on the ground until the helicopters pulled away into the darkness again, leaving the area in blackness again. The men activated their NGVs and moved to a crouching position, the lead man waving his arm to move forward from the LZ. The face-painted commandos were a fearsome sight, especially to any enemy that wasn't expecting them. The special ops had landed.

***

"Sir, are you aware of the consequences of sending the special operations units into Dyelli Beybi before we officially declare war?"

Flavius sighed again, and nodded.

"Yes, general, we've been over this."

"But sir, please understand. If we-"

"General, they are already there!"

"Well, yes sir, if I-"

"General, you understand warfare, correct?"

He nodded, somewhat embarassed.

"And you understand the advantage of the element of surprise?"

Again he nodded.

"Then why not attempt to take out the ICBM facilities before the war actually begins? We don't want them firing again, General."

"Understood, sir."

[Broadcast over ANN, two days later]

People of Aramar: I am certain you have all heard of the tragedies in the nation of Drakonia earlier today. The Federation of Aramar will not tolerate this deliberate and deadly attack against the innocent civilians of Drakonia. We too, solemnly declare war on the states of Dyelli Beybi and Axe Weilding Maniacs. Your support is needed in the coming days, for though we have nearly defeated the rebels in Valaria City, we have not yet freed up our full military potential. Come together with us to victory! God Bless Aramar!

[End Transmission]

OOC: The way the soldiers got in so fast was that it was several days from the TV report to the landings, just to clear that up.

President Mark Albert read over the text of his prepared speech again. He'd seen the footage ten times, and he still couldn't believe it. Nuclear war, again. It seemed like every aggressive nation in the world reached for their nukes automatically when war was declared. This was just insane. Didn't those fools realize what they were doing? The danger they were putting everyone on this planet in?

One of his aides beckoned to the First Human of Glorious Humanity and tapped his watch meaningfully. Albert glanced at his own timepiece. It was time to start the press conference.

The room had an excited buzz about it as the President stepped out from behind the red-draped curtain seperating the backstage area from the stage and podium where he would give the speech he'd just been rereading. He was keenly aware of each step as he crossed to the podium, and he was also keenly aware of the feeling of energy, of anticipation. The two hundred or so reporters holding up microphones or cameras and pointing them at him were ready to drink up every word, and since this was a live address, the President knew he was actually speaking to a much larger audience than the ones in this chamber. He set his papers on the podium, took a deep breath, and began.

"Citizens of Glorious Humanity, I come to you to speak of a tragedy. Many of you have seen the tapes, the footage of the aftermath of the nuclear strikes on Drakonian Imperium. You saw the devastation wrought on the city of Castries. The hearts of our nation go out to the victims and there families in this, their darkest hour."

The President bowed his head for a moment, then raised it and continued. "However, we have more to offer than simple words. Words will not save those who yet weakly cling to life. Words will not stop another missile from being fired and hitting another city. No, Glorious Humanity will give Drakonian Imperium more than sympathetic words. We will give them actions to back our words!"

"As I speak, military aircraft are carrying nearly one thousand civilian and military emergency medical personnel, including several of our top radiation specialists, as well as an enormous amount of medical equipment and uncontaminated supplies of food and water to the disaster areas. These personell will assist in every way they can to help save those who live, and avert further tragedies. They shall remain as long as they are needed. Furthermore, Glorious Humanity has promised military support to Drakonian Imperium's war to punish those responsible."

The President paused again. "Some would argue that this is not our fight, that we should stay out. I tell you, this IS our fight! It became our fight, nay, the entire world's fight when the first nuclear missile was launched! We must stand up and declare in one voice that we shall not be terrorized by the specter of nuclear apocalypse, and those who would bring it upon us! If we will not, who shall? We shall not look the other way when others are in need! We are Glorious Humanity, and we shall prove those words!"

The President fell silent, and for a long, long second no one spoke. Then the room erupted into an excited babble, reporters shouting questions from every corner. The President answered questions for an hour, then declared the press conferance at an end. He walked off the stage, and headed straight for his office two floors above the press room. A lot had to be done, many preparations had to be made. He'd said the words. Now it was time to prove them.

Ambassador Avery sighed as he leaned back in his plush chair; hands naturally coming up to clasp before his mouth in contemplation. Those Dyelli Beybians certianly have pissed the bucket this time. He sighed again picking up the damage report, a tertiary look was given over the data he knew all to well. If tensions arn't quelled quickly, not only are the Beybians and the Axe Maniacs going to go to war, but certianly Vrak and Dukratus will support military action and from that all of the Klatch Coast!. He looked up at the time zone clocks wearily before reaching over and clicking on the vid-recorder. The device began clicking off 10 seconds of preperation time before it began recorder. Avery sat up and adjusted his uniform, clearing his throat one last time before his hands came to rest clasped in front of him as the last tick sounded.

"Exalted Drakonian Imperium representative, I am Ambassador Mark Avery of the Republic of the Terran Sphere, head of the Federated Klatchian Coast Office of Foreign Affairs. I wish to begin by saying that I and the people of the Terran Sphere as well as others in the Klatchian Coast grieve for the loss of life in your proud nation. I am sure that we of the Klatchian Coast can come to an agreement to provide humanitarian aid during your time of reconstruction due to this error of judgement."

Avery made a short pause, giving a sympathetic smile and a slight bow of his head before he continued.

"On to the matter at hand though, I believe that some of your demands for peace are plainly overboard. Though such words may seem harsh for the ordeal your nation has undergone, you must realize that what you are demanding of the agressor nations is the end of progress as well as the subservience of the two nations to make your nation even more militarially potent! For 1 million deaths you want to stunt progress for 2.4 billion people and potentially initiate social chaos which could result in tens of millions of death!? I know that such an attack that was contrived against your nation is horrible, but your demands for 'peace' are in-themselves atrocities against a nation."

Another pause was made, a few emphasising hand gestures that were made now fell back into the calm clasp.

"I would also like to point out that as the Vrak representative said, the use of ICBM's, even if they were loaded with convential payloads, would send the wrong signal to anyone. You say that military tests using ICBM's doesn't induce war, but when one launches an ICBM at another nation, then the victum nation must assume the worst possible scenario. As I understand it, your ICBM launch was not just a test, but a military action. With such a case as so, was Dyelli Beybi or Axe Wielding Manias really so wrong to believe that these ICBM's with un-identified payload could be WLR and such acting accordingly to the threat of a nuclear assault? Could you say beyond a doubt that if you saw a ICBM heading towards you, that you wouldn't think that it was a nuclear weapon? As for you stating that you have no nuclear weapons, how is one really to be sure of such a fact? In a war situation, is one to believe the propaganda of the enemy? I an aggressor says that they do not have such a weapon so do not worry about being attacked by such a weapon, should the one facing assault blindly believe the aggressor based on principle alone, on the ideal that your enemy would never lie to you to gain the element of suprise. Be honost with yourself, what would have run through your mind if your enemy said they didn't have nuclear weapons and then suddenly launch an ICBM, a classical nuclear payload delivery system, at you? Though the aggressor nations against you may have acted to hastially, can you honostly say that a similiar chain of thought would never have crossed your mind?"

Avery took another pause to let the representative contemplate all that he had said. He took a sip of water, placing the glass off out of sight before clasping his hands before him again.

"As I began, I do feel and grieve for your loss, but the retribution you demand for the crime just doens't seem to fit. I am not saying that some sort of payback is not in order, but not the extreme policies that you have set. I am sure that all of us are reasonable nations and that a peace agreement befitting of the crime and its circumstances can be found. As for the current demands though, I would like to point out that the extreme demands that you have put forth would never fly by any nations standards. Honestly, would you agree to disarm weapons platforms of the kind used for assault, surrender protectorate forces, take a 1/4 dismantlement of all your armed forces, discontinue any scientific progress, and pay billions to trillions of dollars for someone elses war-effort!? I would venture that you are looking only to continue the hate, continue warring by making such ludicrous demands. I hope that you can find your way beyond your anger and want for blood, and that further war and blood shed can be avoided by negotiations."

With that Avery clicked off the vid-recorder. A few beeps told him that the message was relayed to the Drakonian Imperium. Another sigh was released as he slouched back in his chair, his clasped hands moving up to his mouth well, the balls in there court now.

The Imperium has made it's statement. We have informed the world, Klatchian, and the United Emirates the path were are taking. We have said we will not compromise and we will not. Trying to deter us is a waist of you effort.

To prove to the world, that we have no weapons of mass destruction and no development programs for such weapons and have not since we discontinued and destroyed such programs several years back (by order of the Queen Jolené Sutherland, wife to the Praetor). We are going request, that the Imperial Shogunate of Reploid Productions send inspectors to Drakonia and our Protectorates to prove to the world that we have no nuclear, biological, and/or chemical weapons.

To further answer the Klatchian peoples concerns. You make it seem like we would be rendering those who have killed half a million people already, and left another million suffer, likely to die painful slow deaths, weak and helpless by our term of peace. That is untrue, our term will end their abilities to kill millions of peace with the simple press of a button. It will reduce their military so they will never threaten the Imperium or it's allies again. They will pay reparations to those individuals they wronged.

Half a million Drakonian citizen are dead, another million wounded, dieing, suffering. We are ensuring that this will never ever happen again.

We will not surrender, we will not compromise, and we will not back down until every single person responsible for this horrendous crime against humanity itself is brought to justice."

We profusely thank, Aramar and Glorious Humanity for their support. It is very much appreciated.

Drakonian Diplomatic Corps.
located in Drako Throne,
capitol of the Grand Dominion of Drakonian Imperium

Emirate News Network

ENN Logo flashes while a Loud Booming Voice says, "Reporting live is Candace Locke at Griffon Military Base in the Imperium, on the latest with the Nuclear Holocaust in Drakonia."

A beautiful blond woman appears wearing khakis looking out across a massive military base from the top of a tall building. Below her are many more buildings, some Offices, others Barracks, Motor Pools, and at least one is a Military Factory and Repair Facility. Farther off large and varied training areas can be seen, normal these would have been swamped with soldiers, but now they are empty. It is instead that rest of the base that is a buzz with activities. Soldiers and their Official rush around carrying out task as IFVs, Helicopters, and Armored Vehicles carried troops to wherever they are needed.

"Welcome to Griffon Military Base, center for the Imperial Drakonian Military. Information floods in from all over Drakonia and the world as the massive incident that has just happened continues to unfold." She pauses as a flight of Combat Assault Transport Helicopters go flying by.

"The nuclear attacks on the twin cities of Eugene/Springfeild and the port city of Castries, have shocked and outrage the nation. Meanwhile, military forces continue to battle for the safety of those shocked Drakonian citizen as more of the nuclear barraige continues to fall into the nation. Current report, state that as much as 64 missiles have currently been intercepted, with still over a hundred inbound." She pauses again, and below an troop convoy drive out of the base.

"International support has been building with humitarian aid pooring in from various nations. The nation of Glorious Humanity, has send military support along with it's aid. Glorious Humanity aircraft are now scrambling to join the missile hunt, and it is likely their help will be invaluable.

"The several nations in the Federated Klatchian Coast meanwhile have voiced protest against the war now pursued by the Imperium. The Drakonian civilian response has been horrendously rude toward the Klatchians. Public opinion says that the Klatchian should be support Drakonia in it's quest for justice and safety and not be writing the incident off as a 'horrible accident'." Another flight of helicopter goes blast by behind the report as bellow a column of tanks drive away from the base.

There is a longer pause, and the reporter puts her hand to her ear listening. Meanwhile, the activity in to base increase. Suddenly, a barraige of long-range anti-air missiles launches off and blasts away from the base.

Finally, the reporter speaks. "We've been informed that one of the nuclear missiles has detonated in the ocean in between St. Vincent and the Drakonian mainland. The damage to the Caribbean ecosystem is likely to be unimaginably severe. Already, the damage being done by missile debris to the ocean has been tremendous, this will only add exponentially to it." She again pauses, as a long attack helicopter goes flying by behind her.

She continues, "We would like to end our broadcast a bit different than normal we will be showing pictures of where the rescue and clean-up effort continues, now with men, women, and aid from Glorious Humanity. We salute and thank those working in the rescue effort.

"This is Candace Locke reporting live at Griffon Military Base, Drakonia."

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Rescue Workers in Eugene.

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Rescue Workers and Dog searching through rumble in Castries.

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Military Rescue Workers in Castries.

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Military Evacuating the a rural region of Springfeild.

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Drakonian Soldier rescues a child near Castries.

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Dead civilians are loaded up for transport and then decontamination.

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Remains of a Building blasted by the shockwave in Castries.

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Firefighters battle blazes in Springfeild.

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Remains of Eugene.

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Remains of Springfeild.

The screen again changes to the ENN Logo and the Loud Booming Voice is heard again saying, "This has been an ENN News Bulletin."

We deny these allegations. No nuclear missiles were fired. We are not a nuclear capable country. And even if nuclear weapons were fired, they were fired in response to such weapons being used by the Imperium against Al Anbar. How were we to know they hadn't put nuclear warheads on the ICBMs?

-Minister Al'Sahif of the Dyelli Beybian Ministry of Misinformation.

"Gold One to team, how's everyone doing?" Captain Bart Thomas asked the men in his group of fighters over the radio.

"Tired," answered Arthur Jackson, callsign Gold Three. "And sore, and bored, and I need a beer."

"Hey, friends don't let friends fly drunk off their arses," Thomas bantered, although in truth he was feeling the same. El Dorado Gold Team had been in the air for nearly four hours on this patrol. Anyone else probably would've been back at base a long time ago. El Dorado Squadron, however, was trained to endure long missions. It was part of what they did. The Federation of Glorious Humanity had formed them in a nuke-wlling world for the express purpose of hunting down and destroying ICBMs in the air, and finding missiles frequently meant long hours.

"Hello, this might wake you up," Billy Madison, callsign Gold Four, chimed in. "I got two... no three, yeah three confirmed birds, flying this way. I'd say they need stones."

"Let's drop some," Thomas replied, bringing his modified F-16 over to head towards the three blips he now saw. The missiles were moving almost lazily towards Drakonia's coast, making no effort to evade anything. "Okay, these guys are just cruising, so use the guns. Try not to hit the warheads." There was a chorus of affirmatives from the other pilots.

El Dorado Squadron had a total of one hundred of their specially modified F-16s. The planes had been customized with small tweaks to their engines and ailerons to make them faster and more maneuverable, more capable of running down missiles that frequently were moving very fast towards their targets. The planes' radar had also been modified to concentrate on detecting smaller signatures, like missiles. Currently 75 of the El Dorado planes, divided into five-plane teams. were all over Drakonia, flying intercept and destroy patrols against the missiles heading for the country. In the last six hours, thirteen more successful kills had been reported. Gold Team was about to add three more to that tally.

The five planes swooped under the oncoming missiles and flipped over to come up behind them. Thomas picked out the middle missile and took aim. Five Vulcan chainguns ripped into life, sending a stream of rounds towards the the three silver birds. Thomas was rewarded almost instantly by a bright flash as the missile exploded. Since the careful aiming had not hit the warhead and triggered it, the nuclear payload was left to drop harmlessly towards the ocean below, where it could be recovered later. Once again Thomas felt a surge of pride at himself and his men. El Dorado excelled at these "silent" kills, that destroyed the missile engines without setting off the payload.

Three more birds were scratched. Time to head back to base.

"Gold One to Griffon Base, we're coming back in for refueling. You can check three more missiles off the list."

There was a pause, then Griffon Military Base answered. "Copy that Gold One, you're cleared for refueling."

"Okay we're en route, ETA four hours to base. Better tell Warrior to take to the skies." Warrior team was the next El Dorado unit up to patrol this sector. "Have our special missiles arrived yet?"

"Copy, we'll get Warrior in the air," Griffon answered. "And yes, they have. Your C-10 transports dropped off a shipment an hour ago."

"Finally," Thomas muttered. As part of their missile-hunting game, El Dorado planes carried special GH-N class missiles, designed specifically to lock solidly onto other missiles, and then track them until they were destroyed. The squadron had been waiting for the missile shipment to arrive so they could rearm, fortunately they hadn't had to use too many GH-Ns yet. "Alright Griffon Base, see you soon. Have some coffee brewing for us. Over and out."

Gold team streaked across the sky back towards the base, where they would get some coffee, a quick meal, a shower, three or four hours of sleep, then be back in the air.

(ooc: sorry this is late, but al anbar never replied as to whether I could posst in the emirates thread)
Minutes after Tzar Richards secretarys phone call to the tzars son, orders were en-route to Fasta Benj's nuclear arsenals. Within 3 hours the missile commanders had managed to find Drakonian Imperium on the maps, and begun launch sequences. 150 Tentacle class missiles roared into the sky over the next hour, each loaded with 12 independant 1MT warheads and a further 12 decoys. As per the tzars orders, the targets were chosen for maximum civilian casualties.

To: Drakonian Diplomatic Corps
From: Vrak Diplomatic Corps
Subject: launch

So, you are saying that you launched ICBMs first? You do realize that a nation must always assume that an ICBM launch carries a nuclear warhead, correct? To assume otherwise is too great a risk.

If such logic was true, an ICBM test launch would result in Mutually Assured Destruction (MAD). Risks, must be taken to assure the safety of the world and as such while Drakonia has the technology and knowledge to produce weapons of mass destruction, we have long sense cancelled all our programs that involve such and destroyed any we had.


Not if you took the logical precaution of announcing it as a test launch first.(OOC:interestingly you did announce the weapon was unarmed earlier, but DB forgot. (I was at his house at the time).
Besides, Tzar Richard is more than a little unhinged.
edited to

Nathan Hurst was still in shock. As the footage played over and opver in the breifing room, he felt tears running down his face. He didn't try to hide them. Why would he? 500 million people were dead. Gone. And for what?

As he turned around in his swivel chair, he saw the same reaction on much of his Ministerial Cabinet. No one cared. Today was a grave day for mankind.

Hurst cleared his throat. "Gentlemen...I don't even think I need to hold a vote..."

Everyone nodded.

Hurst nodded in agreement. "Let the record of this meeting show that the Ministerial Cabinet of The Republic of Fyreheart has seen fit to unanamously declare full and total war on the nations that have taken part in the hostile and inhumane actions against Drakonian Imperium. Let it further show that our full military might will be released on these cowards, and that their rivers will flow blood for what they have done here."

"Prepare yourselves and your troops gentlemen. Fyreheart is going to war."

OOC: I'll make something better at some point. No time.

OOC: I'm going to need Dyelli Beybi to post in reply as to the forces stationed at the nuclear facilties. Thank you.

IC:

"One, I think we have something."

A body-armor clad soldier crouched as he almost waddled over to the two prone soldiers, one of whom was looking below with binoculars. The second soldier spoke into the crouching man's ear.

"Sir, I think we see the facility below. It is protected by the foliage, can't get a good look at it."

The soldier took out his binoculars and gazed for several seconds in darkness down at the facility. He nodded, and raised his gloved hand into the air. Instantly, the two team snipers came forward and set up their rifles, both M-24s; they took places on the edge of their current position. Performing a quick scan of the area, they watched for any sight of motion through greenish-tinted worlds. One was nervous, and his face showed it. Though he was one of the best in the world, he knew that to wait in any position for long increased the possiblity of their presence being detected. He lay prone and peered down through the thick jungle covering at the base, marveling that from this facility, the deaths of millions had been caused. And his job was to take it out in the first blow of the war.

To: Drakonian Diplomatic Corps
From: Vrak Diplomatic Corps
Subject: launch


If such logic was true, an ICBM test launch would result in Mutually Assured Destruction (MAD). Risks, must be taken to assure the safety of the world and as such while Drakonia has the technology and knowledge to produce weapons of mass destruction, we have long sense cancelled all our programs that involve such and destroyed any we had.

Don’t be ridiculous. If it nation was to conduct ICBM test launch, then all nations are informed beforehand. This is not the case here.


I point out, that it was stated by Tersanctus and therefore known to Dyelli Beybi that Drakonia had no nuclear weapons. It is clear that Dyelli Beybi acted with trigger happy judgement, which let to the deaths of half a million Drakonia citizens and the suffering of over a million more. This is inexcusable.

If a nation told Vrak that it does not possess nuclear weapons and yet launches an ICBM, I would assume that the nation has lied. It is always assumed that an ICBM launch, especially during wartime, is carrying a nuclear warhead.

We take the hard line, with no turning to the right or the left. It is to war we march (every last one of us), unless Dyelli Beybi and Axe Weilding Maniacs comply with our terms for Peace.

We suggest that you turn aside from the hard line. Declaring war on two nations in the Klatch declares war on them all.

Drakonian Diplomatic Corps.
located in Drako Throne,
capitol of the Grand Dominion of Drakonian Imperium

====

The twin helicopters' rotorwash blasted aside the grasses in Dyelli Beybi. When they were three feet from the ground, several camouflaged soldiers exited, carrying silenced M-24s, M4A3s outfitted with suppressors, and one man with a M16/M203. They stayed spread-eagled on the ground until the helicopters pulled away into the darkness again, leaving the area in blackness again. The men activated their NGVs and moved to a crouching position, the lead man waving his arm to move forward from the LZ. The face-painted commandos were a fearsome sight, especially to any enemy that wasn't expecting them. The special ops had landed.

OOC: Aramar, unless you cleared this with Dyelli Beybi, it is unlikely that you snuck your helicopters in – despite being several days before the T.V, report.

====

To: All concerned nations
From: Vrak Diplomatic Corps
Subject: military assistance to the Drakonian Imperium

Attack upon the FKC will bring the full might of the Vrakian military to bear. We will not be idle while one member of the FKC is attacked. Attacking one member of the Klatch is attack upon all.

Be reasonable. The Drakonian Imperium admitted that they launched ICBMs first at Al Anbar, which, as far as we know, is helpless before such an attack.

====

Somewhere in Vrak…

Translated from Vrakian

-By Bok’s maw! What is Fasta Benj doing?
-They are launching nuclear weapons too.
-Give me that phone now! That damn f****** Tzar!

ENCRYPTED – MAX – FKC route: Fasta Benj – route complete

Urgent! Deactivate your ICBMs! NOW!

ENCRYPTED – MAX – FKC route – route complete

To: All FKC nations
From: The FKC President’s office

Stand down all nuclear weapons. Do not escalate this situation. It is too delicate at this moment now.

[Seeing as this is invite only, I'd like to ask to join. I was referred here by Fyreheart.]

Thousands of miles above the planet, a Nankinese thermal rendering satellite passed over the calm seas from high above. Oficially a weather satellite, the military had complete control over the bird and it was now fulfilling its normal job of scanning for any massive heat signatures.

******

*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* INCOMING TRANSMISSION...

"Uh, commander?"

"What is it, Stevens?"

"Fire 4 is sending us something...that's only used to detect thermal plumes that are a res-"

"Result of a nuclear explosion, yes. Find out more, if it proves to be of concern to us, I'll forward it to the Premier."

1321 Zulu
Bloody Bay Military Base
Tobago, Drakonian Imperium
Base Control Tower

The Bloody Bay Military Base was tense, and it had been for almost the entire last twenty hours. The last of the nuclear missile strike were still incoming and the Radar and Sensor Officers were particular jumpy as they intentedly searched their displays for any sign of a contact.

"Colonel," someone spoke up. "I've got one...no two."

"Where," the base commander asked.

"Coming in fast from the south looks like it's head for Port-of-Spain," the man responded.

"That clear of the El Dorado's zone," the base commander spoke. "Launch Missiles, take them down."

http://www.army-technology.com/projects/patriot/images/pat1.jpg

The order was carried out, a far away at a southern missile base on the nearby island of Trinidad, several anti-air missile shot into the air and shot toward there targets. Several minutes later as the tension rose to near unbearable levels the confirmation came to the Bloody Bay Control Tower.

"Two hits," someone said.

"Confirmed, two kills. Nukes destroyed," another person confirmed. The entire room let out a sigh of relief. They had been doing this all day and the stress of having the fates of millions in their hand was enormous.

Only to suddenly have the tension rise again. "I've got four more, coming in toward the Grenadines from the east." Everyone jumped.

"That's the Warrior's zone," the Base Commander said, laying out orders. "Relay the contacts to them. Have Defensive Missiles on standby."

The tension continued to rise.

The Federation of Glorious Humanity is currently engaged in defensive maneuvers to protect the Drakonian Imperium from nuclear missile attacks launched by FKC nations. At this time none of our forces are doing anything but protecting a nation from FKC aggression. Perhaps if Vrak wishes peace so badly, they could suggest to their allies that said allies stop sending missiles for our pilots to shoot down.

Furthermore, through Vrak alleges that the Imperium fired first, we must remind them that this whole affair started with two nuclear strikes on Imperium cities. In light of this, demanding that the nations who fired first take down their nuclear arsenals seems very prudent and logical. We do not understand why Vrak is opposed to this idea, if they truly want peace then removing weapons of mass destruction seems like a good start towards getting it.

The Federation of Glorious Humanity is not intimidated by threats. We will still support the Imperium's right to defend themselves from nuclear attack. Our humanitarian aid will continue, and our aircraft will continue to defend Drakonian airspace from ICBMs.

Regards,
Matthew Rodgers
Federation Diplomatic Corp
Federation of Glorious Humanity

Millions were sitting at home when they were watching the news, and the Penguinatan News Network showed the terror and unmasked horror of what had happened. Silent tears fell from all, man, woman, and child. The Imperium had become something they all loved, something they thought invincible. They understood what was coming, and even Kei Cho, rarely angry or sad, issued a statement at the Navigation Mansion (like the U.S.'s White House).

Taps was played to introduce the very sad Empress, who had obviously been crying. She now had a stern and angry look on her face. (To listen to "Taps", go here: http://gba.wavethemes.net/music-mbc.html (last link on far right column))

Today, a great ally of ours came under vicious and terrible attack. At least 500,000 have died, and almost a million more are injured. This attack has leveled major cities and disrupted life in the Imperium as well as in our nation. I refuse to allow this traversity to pass unanswered. I will not have any mercy upon the attackers, Dyelli Beybi and Axe Wielding Maniacs. The nation of Al Anbar will suffer more pain than ever imaginable, for the wrath of the Penguinatan Nation is upon them. I will have vengeance, beyond all comprehension, for the murderous and traitorous nations. I am mobilizing our army, increasing compulsory service from 0.008% of the population to 1.5%. That gives me 13 million troops to work with, 5 million of those on reserve. I am mobilizing all of our divisions, and increasing the size of our mechanized divisions. The Air Force will be more powerful than ever, and I am creating a massive Navy. I am increasing our military budget from 15% of the national budget to 20%.

Vengeance shall be ours.

She then turned sad again, and a silent tear slowly moved down her face. Her voice still held together, however.

I must speak compassion and heartfelt sympathy for the nation of Drakonia. I do not understand your pain, but I do know how painful it is to lose so many loved ones. When I was 12, my father's family died in a plane crash, so I somewhat know the pain of those who have lost loved ones. I hope that together, we may heal those wounds eventually. But for now, we must seek to destroy those who destroyed your nation and our hearts. Do not worry, we will be by your side.

--Kei Cho--
http://www.outofsight.org.uk/pastfests/oos2000/sight/filmimgs/womani~2.jpg
http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2003-11/490512/65289934-CCIDP.JPG
Empress of the CCIDP

After some consultation of the various screens in front of him, Prince Henry's face pales and he begins screaming at his staff.
"Push the Yellow button now! get those missiles down!"
"may god forgive us if we are too late.."
"Get my father on the phone NOW!"
"I think he's finally lost his marbles...."

The yellow button is hastily pushed, causing all the warheads to disarm, some only seconds before impact.
(OOC: Yes, It does take my country hours to launch the missiles, while only a few seconds to transmit the stand down signal. We have been nuked in the past, and aren't completely stupid)

Within a minute the face of Tzar richards Secretary appears on the screen. "I'm afraid he's gone hunting your Highness... Shall I take a message?" She inquired.
"No. Radio him and tell him I'll be there in 5 minutes." The prince replied, slammming the cutoff button.

"You there! warm up the wyrvyrn!, You troops, grab your weapons and join me on board!"
The palace security detail leapt to obey.

Vrak, the Imperium suggest you back down as we are now tracking nuclear missiles being launched from another Klatchian nation. We are now deeming it likely that all of the Federated Klatchian Coast, is attempting to wipe out our nation. This will also result in serious global damage, possibly even nuclear winter and the destruction of the entire global population.

The Drakonian Imperium, formally declared war on Fasta Benj. We will only accept the earlier stated terms of peace, from Fasta Benj also.

All Nuclear Missiles, Warhead, Delivery Devices & Vehicles, surrendered to the Imperium or destroyed.
The disassembly of all Nuclear Weapons Launch Sites, Research, and Production Facilities.
The unconditional surrender of all army, naval, and special forces in and around Al Anbar.
Twenty-Five Percent Disarmament of all military services for an extented period of time.
End of Nuclear Weapons Program, never again to be restarted.
Humanitarian Aid for those suffering.
Payment in full of Reparations, War Depts (as well as those depts Drakonia will accumulate in the conflict with Al Anbar.

Drakonian Diplomatic Corps.
located in Drako Throne,
capitol of the Grand Dominion of Drakonian Imperium

On board a wyrvryn presidential transport aircraft, currently crossing the Fasta benj- dyelli Beybi border.

Prince henrys face is drawn tight, and his eyes reveal more than a glimmer of fear.
He is heard to mutter "and we'd only just replanted the forest of chaqua...."
He then reaches slowly for the onboard sat phone and dials Drakonian Imperiums Government.

After the response of the Empress, the Imperial Council, headed by Viceroy Martin Black, has issued a statement:

The statements very recently issued by the Empress are repeated by the Imperial Council. Such a heinous attack will be avenged, and we send our heartfelt condolences to the Drakonians.

However, we have several announcements. All schools will be closed for the rest of the week, in honor of the Drakonian Imperium. This is also issued partly to protect students in the case that the enemies decide to attack our nation for putting forth such effort and support behind Drakonia. Also, as the Empress mentioned, the size of the military has been increased, and factories and doubling their output at this time. The Imperial Council would like to announce that any nation that puts forth any aggression against the Imperium will face an immediate declaration of war. Also, all nations that have had war declared on them by the Drakonian Imperium now face the same consequence of us. That is all for now, and we again wish to send our condolences to the Imperium for such a heavy loss. Rescue crews are being assembled now to support cleanup after all threat of more nuclear attacks is gone.

--The Imperial Council--

To: Drakonian Diplomatic Corps
From: Vrak Diplomatic Corps
Subject: launch

I point out, that it was stated by Tersanctus and therefore known to Dyelli Beybi that Drakonia had no nuclear weapons. It is clear that Dyelli Beybi acted with trigger happy judgement, which let to the deaths of half a million Drakonia citizens and the suffering of over a million more. This is inexcusable.

If a nation told Vrak that it does not possess nuclear weapons and yet launches an ICBM, I would assume that the nation has lied. It is always assumed that an ICBM launch, especially during wartime, is carrying a nuclear warhead.

As did Fasta Benj, who was NOT informed of this, only that ICBMs were launched

We take the hard line, with no turning to the right or the left. It is to war we march (every last one of us), unless Dyelli Beybi and Axe Weilding Maniacs comply with our terms for Peace.

We suggest that you turn aside from the hard line. Declaring war on two nations in the Klatch declares war on them all.

The twin helicopters' rotorwash blasted aside the grasses in Dyelli Beybi. When they were three feet from the ground, several camouflaged soldiers exited, carrying silenced M-24s, M4A3s outfitted with suppressors, and one man with a M16/M203. They stayed spread-eagled on the ground until the helicopters pulled away into the darkness again, leaving the area in blackness again. The men activated their NGVs and moved to a crouching position, the lead man waving his arm to move forward from the LZ. The face-painted commandos were a fearsome sight, especially to any enemy that wasn't expecting them. The special ops had landed.

OOC: Aramar, unless you cleared this with Dyelli Beybi, it is unlikely that you snuck your helicopters in – despite being several days before the T.V, report.
Sneaking a chopper into the jungles of Dyelli Beybi ROTFLMAO!!!

Hahahahahhahahhahahhahah!
Featureless desert crawling with AA defences and radars. All Nukes are stored inside armoured pyramids, surrounded by Hundreds of AA guns, SAM batterys and Arrow systems, and over 100 main battle tanks.
Plus you'd have to overfly the dyellian navy. LOL




Be reasonable. The Drakonian Imperium admitted that they launched ICBMs first at Al Anbar, which, as far as we know, is helpless before such an attack.

====

Somewhere in Vrak…

Translated from Vrakian

-By Bok’s maw! What is Fasta Benj doing?
-They are launching nuclear weapons too.
-Give me that phone now! That damn f****** Tzar!

ENCRYPTED – MAX – FKC route: Fasta Benj – route complete

Urgent! Deactivate your ICBMs! NOW!

ENCRYPTED – MAX – FKC route – route complete

To: All FKC nations
From: The FKC President’s office

Stand down all nuclear weapons. Do not escalate this situation. It is too delicate at this moment now.
as we did.
please note that Vrak had already called for this before it was demanded of him

Somewhere, in the International Relations Complex, in the capitol city of Drako Throne. The Director of the Drakonian Diplomatic Corps., answered her cell phone she was in a rush and not at all patient (for once in her life). She had just finished a dispatch praising Isla de Penguinata and Fyreheart for their support the wounded Imperium. Nevertheless her day had been long and hard and unfortunately, it wasn't over, yet.

"Yes," she answered gruffly, walking fast to another meeting.

A second past. "Fasta Benj!?" She was shocked and for a few seconds it was silent. On the other end of her cell phone a voice could be heard yelling, "Hello? Hello!?"

Finally, she spoke. "Hello, Prince." Her voice soft, hiding her emotions of anger. She had heard about the aborted Fasta Benj missile attack. "How may I help you?"

Apparently, one of the missile had made it far enough to be shot down by Drakonian Surface-To-Air Missile Batteries, before the rest had dropped into the ocean.

lets say you came across a small country. People were declaring war on It because of what it's rulers face was like. lets say you decided to stand up for the poor little country. lets say someone fired ICBMs at your troops. What would YOU do??????

given the fact that they were using icbms against troops. i would probalbly activate my ignore shields. but that may not really be a solution.

using icbms against troops are hardly worth the cost. troops can easily spread beyond the blast radius of all but the largest nuclear warheads. you can't effectivly use icbms as a tactical weapon. they are much more effective against strategic targets.

so.

1. ask about warhead yeilds. anything over 1 megatonne, could be grounds for an ignore

2. ask about targeting. "at your troops" does not count.

3. take the hit, approx 70% surviving, 10% living dead, then march on the sob. respond with the troops dug holes and found ditches to hide in when the launch warning came in. you get a few hours warning, given the nature of the technology.

4. nuclear return strike. target his military bases and industrial centres. if he can't supply the war it is over in two weeks. but if he is using icbms on deployed troops, supply lines are probably not being played out.

but...
if possible post up the text of the icbm launch.
another country assumes ICBM means nuke. note the responce point 4.
this is pretty much what I said to Dyelli

To: Drakonian Diplomatic Corps
From: Vrak Diplomatic Corps
Subject: escalating tensions

Vrak will not back down. You admitted earlier to this office that you launched ICBMs at Al Anbar first. That is the beginning of the crisis, not the Dyelli Beybi response. It appears that we have to show the world what you showed us in private.


To: The Entire World
From: Vrak Diplomatic Corps

We have proof, given to us by the Drakonian Imperium, that they launched ICBMs first!


Drakonian Imperium
Senator

Founded: 05 May 2003
Posts: 801

Posted: Sun Nov 09, 2003 9:00 pm Post subject: Praetorian Edict

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2358 Zulu
Talon Military Base
Northwest Drakonia, Drakonian Imperium
Missile Command Center

"Locking in the Coordinates, now," the Officer reported to the General Eris Kingston.

The General, an impressive looking ebony women in the crisp military uniform, looked like she meant business. "Good," she stated. "Make it fast, we are scheduled to launch in two minutes."

"Yes, Ma'am," the Officer responded and rushes to finish up the work on the computer in front of him.

The General looked across the command center spread out around her, her eyes finally resting on one of the massive monitor on the fall wall of the room. There clearly visible were the New Chelsea and Morah targets that would soon be obliterated.

Next to that monitor was another. This one displaying the status of a massive missile. The information on monitor showed the name of the weapon: a Plethora-Class Intercontinental Ballistic Missile. Further information showed that the missile were equipped with conventional warheads. Five Cruise Missiles, geared to be launched sub-orbital at a ground target.

"Coordinates locked in," the Officer informs her.

"Good," the General replied straightening and checking the countdown timer on the wall. "Proceed with the countdown."

She turned to another Officer who has approaching her. "Ma'am," he started. "We've confirmation from command on the launch. Praetorian Edict."

"Straight from the top." She looked satisfied. "Very well, that's final launch confirmation, we are a go." She turned to go about her work.

A thirty-seconds later two Plethora-Class ICBMs arched into orbit and launched ten Cruise Missiles.

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As you know, launching an ICBM is considered a most serious act and logically nations would consider that an ICBM is carrying a nuclear payload – whether it is or not. No nation interested in protecting its people would wait for the ICBM to impact before deciding upon a response. Dyelli Beybi acted to protect Al Anbar as per treaty obligations. Dyelli Beybi does not have the ability to distinguish if a “Plethora-Class” ICBM is not carrying a nuclear warhead. If a Plethora-Class ICBM were heading towards your nation, would you wait until it impacted before you responded? How about an ally?

Vrak does not want war. In fact, Vrak is trying to stop this. But Vrak will respond if a member of the FKC is attacked.

OOC: you don't actually know the attacks aborted yet. the missiles would still bein flight, so you would assume they were still live. Only, now they will crash into the sea off your coast, and not go bang.
IC: Finally, an answer thought the prince. pausing a second he went on.
"We have disarmed our missiles. We were responding as per standard procedure for a nuclear first strike. We will aquisce to your requests for aid very shortly.
However, your other requests are unreasonable. All further acts of aggression must be ceased against dyelli beybi."
the prince heard the sharp intake of breath on the other end and waited for a response.
edit: grammar and spelling fixed, last line added

The Plethora-Class ICBMs were simply used as sub-orbital delivery vehicles, to launch Cruise Missiles against Al Anbari Troops emplacements. Further, note that a simple Penetration Satellite Photograph would reveal that the configuration of the Warheads was not nuclear. The same satellite photography quickly confirmed that the weapons launched by Dyelli Beybi, Axe Weilding Maniacs, and Fasta Benj were all clearly nuclear. If those nations do not have the same means of confirmation they should not be actively be using Nuclear Weapons.

We also point to the Al Anbari military positions, which has not been hit with nuclear weapons as there have been no nuclear explosion, but were hit with conventional cruise missiles.

Either way, the argument is over the Imperium will be going to the Federate Klatchian Coast to bring to justice those who launched the nuclear weapons against our civilians. Unless, our terms of peace are met by Dyelli Beybi, Axe Weilding Maniacs, and Fasta Benj. It is likely, that for the time being the bulk of the fighting will take place in Al Anbar, but we assure you that we will be coming to Klatchian to get justice. If we have to go through Vrak to do it, then so be it.

The Imperium will not longer respond to any arguments.

Drakonian Diplomatic Corps.
located in Drako Throne,
capitol of the Grand Dominion of Drakonian Imperium

OOC: This thread is a spin-off from the Al Anbar Crisis (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=85060) and the Nuclear Attacks (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?p=2113235#2113235) therein. You can view these for background and more information.

Code of Conduct This Thread is subject, to Invite-Only status. If this is carried out, see here for list of Invited Nations.
Roleplaying (RPing) rules are being enforced, violation of such will be ignored.
All OOC content is to be kept to a minimum, and all OOC posts must be included with IC posts.
No spamming, flaming, or hijacking will be tolerated and nations that do will be ignored.

OOC: Please note point number three. EDIT: Emphasis on the word penitration and new subject for this post. Satellites, can do amazing things, including ground penitration. I see no reasion why you couldn't turn the against a missile (in flight or before it is launched).

OOC:
The Plethora-Class ICBMs were simply used as sub-orbital delivery vehicles, to launch Cruise Missiles against Al Anbari Troops emplacements. Further, note that a simple Penetration Satellite Photograph would reveal that the configuration of the Warheads was not nuclear. The same satellite photography quickly confirmed that the weapons launched by Dyelli Beybi, Axe Weilding Maniacs, and Fasta Benj were all clearly nuclear. If those nations do not have the same means of confirmation they should not be actively be using Nuclear Weapons.
OOC: Please note point number three.
Sattelite photography will show a missile. they look the same regardless of internal warhead.
(Point three posting of losses. been there, done that. I haven't taken any losses in this war, and Dyelli beybi discovered he didn't only after launching, and probably doesn't care.)EDIT: sorry, the quotes sometimes don't show up on my computer, and I thought you were responding to my quotation.
"No further arguments" - does this mean the phone call is hung up?

I can't make an IC post till it is.

Diplomat Director Diana Minerva knew how she must respond. It appeared there would be no way to avoid war with Fasta Benj as well. "I have been informed, that as your were forsightfull enough to deactivate you missiles before they reached Drakonian airspace, Fasta Benj may be excused from our demand."

She paused letting her words sink in. "However." The word cut like a knife. "Fasta Benj must not interfere further with the conflict between Drakonia and Dyelli Beybi."

She could tell the Prince did not like her last statement so she went on. "Unless, it is to pressure Dyelli Beybi into following our Terms of Peace."

She paused, let everything sink in. "That is all, Prince," she finished. "I will take your response and then this will be over. Think carefully."

To: Drakonian Diplomatic Corps
From: Vrak Diplomatic Corps
Subject: tensions


If we have to go through Vrak to do it, then so be it.

The Imperium will not longer respond to any arguments.

These are most regrettable statements. Surely you don't really mean them? For the last time, let us reason this out.

For the last time, let us reason this out.

It is the firm belief of the Penguinatan government that all reason was abandoned when nuclear missiles were launched at civilian targets in the Drakonian Imperium.

--Dept. of International Affairs--

the prince had never been very good at taking time to think carefully, taking after the tzar too much. His response was instant.
"An Attack on Dyelli beybi is an attack on the FKC. An attack on Dyelli Beybi while I am there to murder my father is an attack on me. In either of these cases my country will have no choice but to retaliate. I am already en-route to fix the tzars mess."
The plane was touching down in Cyro as the call ended.

To: Isla de Penguinata Dept of International Affairs
From: Vrak Diplomatic Corps
Subject: Reason

Look again at the proof we provided in which the Drakonian Imperium trapped themselves with their own words. They admitted to launching ICBMs at Al Anbar first. Dyelli Beybi merely responded to protect his ally.

OOC:
For the last time, let us reason this out.

It is the firm belief of the Penguinatan government that all reason was abandoned when nuclear missiles were launched at civilian targets in the Drakonian Imperium.

--Dept. of International Affairs--
It is the firm belief of the Benjian populace that all reason was abandoned when ICBMs were launched at al anbar by DI.

IC: The prince Disembarked from the plane and Strode over to the waiting Dyellian officials.
"where the bleedin hells is my Father?"He roared.

If we have to go through Vrak to do it, then so be it.
The Imperium will not longer respond to any arguments.

These are most regrettable statements. Surely you don't really mean them? For the last time, let us reason this out.

Reason ended when Dyelli Beybi first launched Nuclear Weapons.

Drakonian force will not fire upon Vrak forces unless first fired upon or given significant reason. As soon as, the first shot is fired at a Drakonian by Vrak, a state of War will be declared between our two nations.

If we must we will. Never again will a Drakonian have to worry about a nuclear attack.

Drakonian Diplomatic Corps.
located in Drako Throne,
capitol of the Grand Dominion of Drakonian Imperium

Somewhere in Vrak…

Translated from Vrakian

-Is there still a chance High General?
-Slim to none. It looks like the Drakonian Imperium wants to fight the entire FKC!
-What about the truth?
-The truth? That the Tzar is a madman? That Al Anbar has nothing to do with Vrak? That the Imperium launched ICBMs at Al Anbar first? It seems the Truth is hard to find and that no one is willing to believe it.
-Your orders?
-Mobalize our entire military. Level 1. All corporations are now subject to Directive #3.
-What about our new allies?
-They must draw their own conclusions from the evidence that we presented them. There is not much else we can do there. We can’t force them to fight in this matter.

====

Throughout Vrak, the entire military readies itself to defend the FKC.

OOC: I'm going to need Dyelli Beybi to post in reply as to the forces stationed at the nuclear facilties. Thank you.

IC:

"One, I think we have something."

A body-armor clad soldier crouched as he almost waddled over to the two prone soldiers, one of whom was looking below with binoculars. The second soldier spoke into the crouching man's ear.

"Sir, I think we see the facility below. It is protected by the foliage, can't get a good look at it."

The soldier took out his binoculars and gazed for several seconds in darkness down at the facility. He nodded, and raised his gloved hand into the air. Instantly, the two team snipers came forward and set up their rifles, both M-24s; they took places on the edge of their current position. Performing a quick scan of the area, they watched for any sight of motion through greenish-tinted worlds. One was nervous, and his face showed it. Though he was one of the best in the world, he knew that to wait in any position for long increased the possiblity of their presence being detected. He lay prone and peered down through the thick jungle covering at the base, marveling that from this facility, the deaths of millions had been caused. And his job was to take it out in the first blow of the war.

(OOC)Well firstly there is no foliage. It is just a windswept desert. Basically its a big underground concrete bunker with a pyramid parked on top. The top opens and the missile pops out. Usually there will be a few genuine pyramids near it to add to the disguise. There are 61 stations in total, scattered about the country but mostly in the east where there are no towns, each have about 2,000 personnel. There is an entrance for trucks and personnel, which is built into the side of the pyramid and disguised as bricks as is the rest of it. This is shut and watched from a series of security surveillance devices on the outside. If they see a vehicle or bunch of soldiers aproaching they open it.

Diplomat Director Diana Minerva listened to the Princes response. It took her a second, but as soon as everything clicked into place she was shocked into silense.

"Murder your Father!?" Shock and surprise filled her voice. Unfortunately, she said it as the phone on the other end hung up.

She stopped walking, grabbed the first diplomatic worker she could find. "Get me a line to the Praetor," she ordered. "Now."

The man started to run off and carry out his order, but she grabbed him again. "And get me my senior staff."

The poor man, was gone the second she let go. She turned realized she had arrived at her office (not where she was originally headed), and turned to enter.

Something was about to happen in Dyelli Beybi, possibly something big.

Responding to King Vrak, President of the FKC's orders in the princes absence, the entire of Fasta Benj's military is scaled up to full alert. Generals hasten to parliment to hear the consuls orders, In accordance with article II of the klatchian constitution.

Statement by the Dyelli Beybi, Ministry of Foreign Affairs and Diplomatic Blunders

We apologise for the loss of life caused by this unfortunate accident. Had we been forwarned this was not a nuclear strike, we would not have responded. We are willing to deactivate all remaining missiles in the air, provided we will be permitted to collect them again afterwards.


In Cyro the official, who looked rather junior jumped, "Ahh, your Father has gone to Fasta Benj, aparently he was expecting the Drakonium Imperium to launch a nuclear strike at Cyro."

OOC: sorry, that was in the al anbar thread wasn't it.
IC:
The prince jumped back into the wyrvyrn and demanded an immediate take off.

Most the the Military High Command and basically all of the nobility had by now fled Dyelli Beybi. Some had gone North, but the majority had headed East into Fasta Benj. In the absence of the high command, several batallions of the army had raised the red flag. Street protests were taking place in Cyro, the forbidden red flag was seen being waved in many of these. Unusually the police, were doing nothing to stop the protesters, in some cases joining them, although a blockade had been set up around the presidential palace with the TWEP stationed there in force.

Military bases within the Vrakian corridor were activated. Tanks were being loaded onto railcars, ready to be shipped to the Dyelli Beybi borders since there it is assumed most of the fighting will occur. Fighter jets scrambled and took to the skies and began to patrol Vrakian airspace.

"You're sure?" President Albert asked.

"Quite sure, sir," Foreign Minister Lacey Millhouse replied, brushing a strand of blond hair out of her eyes. The two of them were in Albert's private office, the President seated behind his large oak desk, and the Foreign Minister seated in front of it. Albert's personal computer was on, displaying transcripts of the last diplomatic announcements.

"They've thrown down the gauntlet," Millhouse continued. "An ultimatum, accede or be attacked. Accusations are flying back and forth, but we know for sure Dyelli Beybi was the first to fire genuine nuclear payloads. Apparantly the Imperium did fire ICBMs loaded with conventional payloads, but they have never used nukes, and they have proof of this."

"That settles that then," Albert grunted. "What's the FKC's excuse for nuclear response?"

"They claim they couldn't identify the Drakonian ICBMs as being conventional warheads," Millhouse replied.

"Their intelligence network must be crud then. I don't believe for an instant that none of the nations over there possess the capability to identify nukes." Albert was silent for a moment, then sighed. "Well, it looks like we're up against it. We've picked our side, now we have to follow through. Inform the Imperium our support still stands. I'll call a meeting of Command."

OOC: wtf happened? I thought I said no nuclear/chemical/biological weapons?! Boy, look what happens when I leave for a few days. :/

The Prince knew enough of his Fathers mentality to send the wyrvyrn aircraft over chaqua, beginning a searching spiral out over the plains. The ZGunners warmed up weapons systems and the pilot descended to 50m. the tzars hunting party was in sight, standing over a dead Benjcat and taking photographs of the tzar.
Meanwhile the Benjian armed forces began their deployment. All Strike companys and heavy armour companies began the long journey to sheffield, while the offensive infantry units set up a perimeter along the coast of ash harbour. The defensive elemnts, navy and airforce remained in their normal stations.
http://www.freewebs.com/klatchia/maps.htm
maps out of date. new ones forthcoming.

{Deleted OOC Post}

OOC:"That settles that then," Albert grunted. "What's the FKC's excuse for nuclear response?"

"They claim they couldn't identify the Drakonian ICBMs as being conventional warheads," Millhouse replied.

"Their intelligence network must be crud then. I don't believe for an instant that none of the nations over there possess the capability to identify nukes." Some probably could. I don't have any intelligence forces as such, and military intelligence has only IR, Hires Vis and radio monitoring sattelites. How the hell can you tell the payload of a missile anyway? Its a metal cylinder inside a metal cylinder. so is a cruise missile payload.. as for dyelli beybian intelligence... LOL. they use dick tracy decoder rings for military intelligence, and their spies all wear trenchcoats and dark glasses, and look shifty.

The XC1 chainguns on board the wyrvyrn opened fire at 50m range on ground.

OOC: Sorry for this OOC post. Fasta, you're killing me with that monster pic. Taking a long time to load it.

OOC: They also wear berets.

The Tzar and his hunting party disintegrated into small chunks of meat and blood. A fitting end to the most bloodthirsty ruler the Nation had known. However one man was still in the jeep, "We're under attack. The Tzar is dead..." he radioed out. This was to have serious ramifications for the whole region, as all across Dyelli Beybi, "concerned groups" received the predictably poorly transcrypted message...

In the centre of Cyro, less than 10 minutes after the death of the Tzar, a tall blonde man in a suit surrounded by people in trenchcoats was speaking ascended to a daise that had been hastily put together from old boxes, "The Tzar is dead." he yelled, waiting for the murmurs to die down, "The next in line acts like a Benjiam, and we all know what happens when we let Benjians take charge, and the third...well lets not pull our punches, is a drunkard, a coward and a raging homosexual."
He paused again, to allow the murmurs to die down, "In Dyelli Beybi we have always been led by bad leaders. First we had the Communists, they grew fat while the people in the street starved. Then we had this Tzar, he and his nobility grew fat while the people starved."

"Who are you then?" one man in the crowd yelled "you look like a bloody noble to me." A few others muttered angrily in agreement.

The man on the daise smiled thinly, "If I were a noble I would have shot you for that. But I am not. I am a man who has loyally served both Governments, but now has had enough." he paused, "I am Herr Otto Himler, and while I may bear an unfortunate surname, I promise you all, that if you follow me, I will bring the power to the people."

"Are you with me?" he yelled.

"Yes!" a few strategically placed men in the crowd yelled back, "Heil Himler! Heil Himler! Heil Himler!" the chant was taken up by the rest of the crowd.

The noise attracted more people. At the front, the men in trenchcoats began to hand out guns...

In a basement in Cyro
"Do you hear that?" someone breathed as the radio cut out.

"Yes." a female voice replied, "Now is the hour for the glorious revolution to begin again, send out the word to the other cells."

OOC: Oops, sorry about that. Let's pretend I said dune instead of foliage. Are there valleys and canyons and stuff?

IC:

"Damn."

One softly cursed as he saw the multiple pyramids below. Which one was his target? His snipers were frustrated as well, as they were unable to get a bead on anyone, much less fire and alert the garrison. They had to wait until a convoy or something arrived with supplies at the base. One hit his hand softly against the sand. Damn, damn, damn, I hate waiting.

In a very high security bunker in the North of Dyelli Beybi
"So we're deactivating the bombs?"

"Yes. There's no point in blowing away more Drakonians, it will only make them angrier, and besides the Tzar is dead now."

"I'll get to it then Sir."

"Good good."

OOC: Oops, sorry about that. Let's pretend I said dune instead of foliage. Are there valleys and canyons and stuff?

IC:

"Damn."

One softly cursed as he saw the multiple pyramids below. Which one was his target? His snipers were frustrated as well, as they were unable to get a bead on anyone, much less fire and alert the garrison. They had to wait until a convoy or something arrived with supplies at the base. One hit his hand softly against the sand. Damn, damn, damn, I hate waiting.

OOC: The countryside is pretty much flat where most of the silos are. There are scattered rocks but pretty much no trees. If you want a map of the country go here.

The silos are situated around Quisa and Bath.

http://www.freewebs.com/klatchia/maps.htm

They did not have to wait long. Dust was rising to the South indicating a column of vehicles of quite considerable size was heading this way...

Meanwhile in Cyro, the city was degenerating into chaos, with viscious street to street fighting taking place between armed bands of revolutionaries and police, although most officers had withdrawn to the Royal Palace, allowing the rival revolutionary factions to squabble amongst themselves.

At an intel post in the Vrakian corridor

"We're under attack. The Tzar is dead..."

The technician’s eyes widened at that message.

“Sir! Intercepted message from Dyelli Bebyi.”

The major came over and listened as the technician played the recording again.

“Damn,” he cursed softly. Immediately, a top priority message was sent.

Somewhere in Vrak…

Translated from Vrakian

-Shall we contact the Lords of War?
-Are you mad? They are somewhat unpredictable. For all we know, they might really come out of their sleep and destroy the entire Klatch and then some. We don’t know how powerful they really are. Besides, they ate our last diplomat.
-The international take on the situation is rather grim.
-That’s what happens when ICBMs are tossed about.
-As well, Intel Post VC#10 relayed that the Tzar is dead. Dyelli Beybi most likely will slip into civil war now.
-Great. Our preparations?
-Coming along.
-What about our allies?
-They asked us to keep them posted. Frankly, I would do the same if I were them. We are not under direct threat so there is not much they can do. This entire situation needs to be brought under control quickly.
-Damn those Drakonians and their thick heads!

We urge any nations involved in military actions against out ally Dyelli Beybi and Vrak that if hostilities are not stopped we will have no other choice than to declare war.

ALTIMIT Broadcaster
Encryption: Moderate
Broadcast type: Diplomatic/Military
To: All nations involved
Return transmission band: Open
IDENT: Tsume Dragonis- Reploid Productions

While it seems no longer imminently pertinent to this situation, we have received a request from the Drakonian Imperium requesting we send weapons inspectors to prove that they do not have WMDs, presumably since we are not involved in this situation and are therefore viewed as an honest neutral party. These inspectors have been promised complete unrestricted access.

Given the tensions of the situation, we are obviously hesitant to send our people to an area that may rapidly become unsafe. As such, we politely request that those preparing for war stand down temporarily for the duration of these inspections. If this one request cannot be met, then I am afraid we cannot send our inspectors out of fear for their safety.

http://rpstudios.ian-justman.com/junk/CGgoods/tsume5.JPG
With highest regards,
~Tsume Dragonis
~Secretary of Foreign Affairs
~Immortal Shogunate of Reploid Productions
<End transmission>

To: Tsume Dragonis, Secretary of Foreign Affairs, Immortal Shogunate of Reploid Productions
From: Vrak Diplomatic Corps
Subject: WMD inspections

It does not matter if the Drakonian Imperium has nuclear devices or not. What matters is that the sequence of events clearly shows that they did indeed launch ICBMs at Al Anbar first before Dyelli Beybi launched their ICBMs. No nation in their right mind would presume that an ICBM is carrying a non-nuclear payload if it is heading towards their own nation or that of their allies.

As night fell, the political situation in Dyelli Beybi, always on the brink of anarchy, looked very different. Bath was now firmly in Communist hands, with the red flag proudly flying from the many fortresses surounding the city which had once been the Bastion of the Communist Government.

In Cyro a differnet flag was flying, it was red with a white circle inside and in the centre a black chi-rho. The Royal Palace had been leveled when the NSWP had dragged in several howitzers. A new Chief of Police had been apointed after his predessesor was killed in the bombardment. The new man, Francis Crabtree, had set about restoring order with efficiency, looting was only minimal, although deaths on all sides had been high, 587 police officers, 672 Communists and 312 NSWP supporters had died, with many more injured or imprisoned. Civilian deaths were estimated in the thousands.

St Guinefords had split off from the rest of the country, proudly proclaiming that it was the 'New Vatican City' and would take no further part in the affairs of the Nation.

The Artois line that bordered on Vrak had also seen fighting between sections of the army, although losses were low and in the end the sameflag flying in Cyro was seen over the fortresses on the line. This lead many to speculate what exactly Herr Himler had done before the collapse, although most people in Cyro agreed he hadn't rounded up any peasants and executed them for his own personal pleasure, so seemed an improvement over the last ruler.

A broadcast over Republican News Network.

The Ruler of the Republic, Lord Vyse, steps up to the podium.

"My people, I have grave news concerning our old ally Drakonia. Since the war in East Turkestan, we had not heard from them... until now. Several hours ago we recieved a transmission asking for help. Drakonia has been brutally attacked, as you already know. Now, to uphold the alliance that was formed on the battlefield long ago, I have ordered the Republican Armed Forces to begin preparations for war. We will help our ally, at all costs. That is all."

OOC: and just to throw my weight around in the ICBM/Nuke debate, i'd like to point out that in my combined wars I've fired off almost a thousand ICBM's.....and not a single one's been nuclear. Admittedly, some have been my own special design (filled with napalm), but not a single nuke. If you need proof, just ask British Imperialism. Just a warning for anybody I end up raining ICBM's on, I am NOT droppin nukes!

OOC: Thanks!

IC:

The two teams, totaling eighteen men, continued to look for a possible opening for their forces to enter in the base. One glanced to the south, and saw a huge cloud of dust; he quickly ordered the men to pull out their camo-blankets, which were basically a blanket the color of the environment, which could be spread over a person, making him look like a small rounded shape; they worked especially well in the desert, because of the dune pattern. Within several moments, the entire team was a part of the sand, and One briefly looked once more with his binoculars, then put them away, because he didn't want them to see the glare of the lenses.

They had waited for a chance to enter; this was the best chance they were going to have. In one of the other blankets, the demolitions expert was prepping his C-4 for combat. The others were checking their rifles and pistols, making sure the silencers were screwed on properly and fixing their body armor. They were not going to be surprised by anything, if they could help it.

OOC:Damn, miss a day miss alot! Sorry about my abscence, my roomates were absolute hogs with the computer.

IC: Edmund stood with his longtime friend and closest ally Augustus Drake. "It is still hard to believe. All those people gone, in a flash. We are receiving news of the Tzars death. This may work out in the end. As for FKC you need to understand thier position, would I let you fight them alone, anymore then you would let me? The United Emirates would never let such a thing transpire."

Edmund put out his ciggarette, the third he'd had in a row.

"But we will continue in Al Anbar, the order with the fleets and troops is, to either force a surrender, or take no prisoners. We will not let our dead go unavenged."

Quite frankly I think Drako is the only one operating on logic here and I have a question to prove it. If you were certain that the missile being launched at you was nuclear and you knew you didn't have any way to stop it, why didn't you just let it go off first to be able to better prove your case when you launched your own nukes?

..::Encrypted Message(4096Kb)::..
To: Drakonium Emperium
From: Star League
Subject: ICBM Protection

I can have a battlegroup in Earth orbit in 12 hours, their sole purpose would be to stop ICBMs from entering your airspace. Unless you are at the poles or the equator the battlegroup cannot be on station at all times. Given that the other member nations of the Star League have already declared war, the leadership is considering doing the same. Let us know if you accept this help and any other help that we might offer.

1623 Zulu
Bloody Bay Military Base
Tobago, Drakonian Imperium
Base Control Tower

It was over. The final missile had been confirmed destroyed by the Glorious Humanity El Dorado Squadron, just minuted before. Satellite sweeps had cleared the area. For now, Drakonia was safe.

It was also amazing. The Missile Defense Network had performed almost perfectly (with a little help from Glorious Humanity). Of over two hundred nuclear missiles launched at Drakonian civilian populations only two--only two--had broken through.

At the Bloody Bay Military Base the shift made it's last conact with the other Watch Commands across Drakonia. All confirmed their boards as clear. The Base Commander ordered a shift change, and he himself joined the shift in a much overdue nights sleep.

Tonight, Drakonia was safe. Tomorrow, it would be at War.

2159 Zulu
IDS Raptor's Talon
North Atlantic Ocean, International Waters
Submarine's Bridge

Silently deep under the waves, the Fast Attack Submarine, IDS Raptor's Talon, slipped forward toward it's prey. They were hunting and they were getting close.

"Sir," the Operation's Officer spoke up. "I think I got it again. Off to starboard. Sounds like a Dyellian Beybi Ballistic Missile Submarine."

The Captain of the Raptor's Talon kept quiet for a second. The crew followed suit. "Keep us moving in quietly," he ordered. "Hopefully, they won't even know we're here until we are on top of them."

The small agile and incredibly fast submarine move forward silently. All it's sensor were off, it was running silent. It closed in.

"Damn," the Operation's Officer swore.

Everyone looked at him. "What," the Captain asked, which actually was more of an order to explain himself.

"It a whale," the man responded angrily.

"You have got to be kidding me." Now the Captain was swearing. "That's the third time."

"Wait." The Operation's Officer's hand shot gesturing for silence.

Everyone was silent. They all waited, impatiently.

"I got it," the Officer finally said. "Off the starboard. I think we're close, real close."

"Good." The Captain was happy, smelling the blood of the kill.

"Do we attack," the First Officer questioned.

The Captain shot the man a look. "Of course, those are our orders. We are at war."

The Captain turned back to his crew. "Go active sensors on my command," he ordered. "Swing us around, lock torpedoes, and then fire. On my command." He gave the crew a minute to prepare.

The gave the order. "Now!"

Nuclear war was one of ISAN's worst nightmares. The little island chain was so densly populated that there was little oportunity for separation of civil and military institutions. President Brown did not want the nation to become involved in this affair, but it was impossible to avoid. The Drakonians were officially and closely allied to the Incorporated States through the Uited Emirates alliance.

ISAN's growining miliatary was on high alert thanks to the terrorist attacks earlier referenced by Drakonia, but its deployment was presently defensive due to the continuation of threats from the former New Chelsea and related states and organisations. Brown hoped to yet avoid going to war.

ISAN would not, could not, however sit by as its ally was so brutally assaulted. Unlike Drakonia ISAN is a nuclear power, and the arsenal stood on high alert. In its history ISAN had never used such weapons, and had no intention of starting now. It was hoped at least that their presence would deter the trigger happy enemies of Drakonia from launching on ISAN while the Incorporated States' forty two trillion dollar plus economy swung into action.

Financial aid was offered to Drakonia regarding the clean-up and rebuilding after its two nuclear disasters. Any and all assets in ISAN belonging to the two attacking nations were frozen, and trade with said states was suspended. A promise to extend sanctions against other opposed nations should they pursue war with Drakonia was announced by the government.

Military spending continued to creep up, much to the President's displeasure.

Quite frankly I think Drako is the only one operating on logic here and I have a question to prove it. If you were certain that the missile being launched at you was nuclear and you knew you didn't have any way to stop it, why didn't you just let it go off first to be able to better prove your case when you launched your own nukes?.

OOC:

I'm going to assume that was an OOC remark because, quite frankly, I've never seen anything this dumb. Why would I let an ICBM land on my people if I'm sure it had a nuclear payload just to prove my case? I assume that any ICBM launch, especially during wartime, is carrying a nuke because that is what they are designed for!

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Intercontinental_ballistic_missile

Face it, if ICBMs were launched at your nation would you let one land just to prove it was a nuke at the sacrifice of your people? There is a damn good reason why people freak out when those things are launched.

According to your "logic", if I threw a baseball aimed for your head, and you "were certain" that the baseball was indeed a baseball, you would let it hit your head just to prove that it really was a baseball. Personally, I would take a bat, hit the ball away, and then when the ball is lying safely on the ground I would pick it up and say, "It's a baseball" - minus the black eye that you would get. Both prove that the it was a baseball but my method is far safer.

edit: I also forgot to mention this, if I had no way of stopping the ICBM then what does it matter if I'm certain about the payload. It's going to land since I can't stop it. What is frightening is that I know it's a nuke, to use your example. I guess I could hide under a rock. Wheee!

But if the above, SS, was an IC remark then this is my IC response.

IC:

To: Scandinavian States Diplomats
From: Vrak Diplomatic Corps

We do not casually throw away the lives of our citizens like yourselves.

OOC:Damn, miss a day miss alot! Sorry about my abscence, my roomates were absolute hogs with the computer.

IC: Edmund stood with his longtime friend and closest ally Augustus Drake. "It is still hard to believe. All those people gone, in a flash. We are receiving news of the Tzars death. This may work out in the end. As for FKC you need to understand thier position, would I let you fight them alone, anymore then you would let me? The United Emirates would never let such a thing transpire."

Edmund put out his ciggarette, the third he'd had in a row.

"But we will continue in Al Anbar, the order with the fleets and troops is, to either force a surrender, or take no prisoners. We will not let our dead go unavenged."


{Reply in the Birthday Party Thread (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=83400)}

OOC: and just to throw my weight around in the ICBM/Nuke debate, i'd like to point out that in my combined wars I've fired off almost a thousand ICBM's.....and not a single one's been nuclear. Admittedly, some have been my own special design (filled with napalm), but not a single nuke. If you need proof, just ask British Imperialism. Just a warning for anybody I end up raining ICBM's on, I am NOT droppin nukes!

OOC: I understand, but there is a very good reason why people react the way they do when they see an ICBM heading for their nation.

edit: Okay, the OOC thread is here (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?p=2139718#2139718) and I would ask the mods to please move pure or excessive OOC posts found in this thread to the OOC thread. Thank you mods.

OOC: That was OOC and the analogy implies that in fact they had a defense against the projectile. But of course they didn't or they wouldn't have launched their ballistic missiles before a nuclear detonation. And don't insult my intelligence, I know what an ICBM was designed for, probably better than you do. The fact is, nobody here has any idea has any idea on how to conduct a nuclear war because all they hear about from the media is MAD and how the world would end in 40 minutes the second someone even thought of launching a nuclear weapon. Hell, I'm sure that more than 90% of you think two nuclear weapons detonated over NYC would be overkill, the fact is is that two nuclear weapons would just barely destroy Manhattan Island and it would take at least six more to take out the rest of New York City. Please, come back and lecture me on the use of nuclear weapons... when you know more than me.

Reploid Productions, the Imperium will suspend all offensive military preparations until which time as your inspectors have made their inspections. Your inspectors will have full and unhindered access to everywhere in Drakonia and all our Territories and Protectorates, without any interference whatsoever.

Vyse King of Rogues, we thank our long time allies for their support it is very much appreciated.

Andaman and Nicobar, we thank our long time allies for your support also, it is very much appreciated.

Scandavian States, we thanks you also for you support. Unfortunately, much of Drakonia is equatorial, although a good part of the nation is just above the equator. We still thank you, your help is appreciated.

Kravoli, we are sorry you feal as such, but we have pledged our word to our citizens and we will not go back on that word. Drakonia will be protected.

All financial and humanitarian aid, flooding from at least a dozen separate nations is being flooded to the affected areas. Rescue work continues in the rubble of Eugene, of Sprindfeild, and of Castries. Underwater teams have begun recovery of the remains of Dyelli Beybian and Axe Weilding Maniacs downed nuclear missiles, while other ecological repair teams have begun to work in the Caribbean to repair the damage done by the last nuclear detonation. The recovered uranium and plutonium from the downed nuclear missiles will be reprocessed and then used in Drakonia's advanced Nuclear Powerplants.

Drakonian Diplomatic Corps.
located in Drako Throne,
capitol of the Grand Dominion of Drakonian Imperium

{OOC Conversation; Can now take place in the Crisis of the Emirates OOC Thread (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=83990)}

OOC: Okay, I take up your offer. The nuclear weapons of today are vastly improved over the kind that you are talking about. How you said that they would barely destroy Manhattan (two of them) might have been true with the nuclear weapons that destroyed Hiroshima, but modern hydrogen bombs would make short work of New York City. I can't quote any evidence right now, but I will be looking that up. To close, one modern nuclear weapon would obliterate most of New York City in one blast.

In accordance with the request of Reploid Productions, Fyreheart will refrain from sending forces until inspections are complete.

President Albert was tired. God, he was tired. He'd been on the move for nearly 72 hours with only two four-hour naps. Now he was seated at the head of a long table in the War Room. Seated in the other chairs were his generals, the heads of Federation Military Command. They were discussing what sort of military aid could realistically be supplied to Drakonia.

"We just can't," Herbert Ablegard, the Army commander was saying. "The troops are ready, but ferrying them will take a while. A big army takes time to move, after all."

"How many forward strike forces could we put on the ground in say, two days?" The President asked.

Ablegard stuck out one hand and tilted it back and forth indecisively. "Hmmm, one hundred thousand infantry and a couple armored groups, say fifty tanks total. Not an impressive force. We could double that if we scrambled every transport, both sea and air, under the Army's control, but even two hundred thousand men and a hundred tanks isn't much. Besides, frankly sir I don't see any reason to commit ground forces. Drakonia and her allies closer to the war zone have plenty of those that they can field much faster than we can."

"Agreed," Florence Washington of the air force spoke up. "Everybody's going to be fielding massive armies on the ground, and it's likely going to be a war of attrition between vast legions. We just can't field that kind of ground power. On the other hand, we have many advanced aircraft, and our pilots are among the best in the world. We can have a couple thousand planes stationed up and down Drakonia's coast in a matter of hours. Add extra fuel tanks and the bombers can reach across the ocean to the FKC while the fighters buzz around over the ocean and make trouble for any enemy fleets in the area. Our edge is in the air, and that's where we should be." There were nods of agreement around the table.

"Alright, sounds good," President Albert conceded.

"I think I can improve on that plan," Naval general Allean Hanoway said then. "Two of our supercarriers, the Humanity and the Sealord, are currently performing exercises in the south, each with a four destroyer escort. If we pulled them off their drills and sent them to..." she leaned over, looking at a map of the area they were discussing spread out on the table, then pointed at a spot. "Here, about two hundred miles off the Dyelli Beybi coast. Each carrier's got a wing of F-18s that can add to the air screen, and our carrier-capable fighters and bombers can enjoy an extended range. We can also toss in four subs for a sea screen."

"No ballistics," the President cautioned. "Let's not send anything that could be assumed to be carrying nuclear weapons. We know how these people react to even the suggestion of nuclear threat." There were more grim nods around the table.

"Makes sense," the Naval general agreed. "Fine, four attack subs. All they're really going to be doing is getting in the way of anyone going after the fleet anyway, so ballistics wouldn't be needed."

"Alright," President Albert agreed. "Do it. How long until everything's in position."

"The aircraft can be in position by tomorrow morning," Washington told him.

"If I give the order today and the ships put on full power, they can be where they need to be in five days," Hanoway told him. "Then we're in business."

"Good, good," The President nodded. "Alright then, give the orders. I'll go compose messages to our allies who already have ships out there telling them what we're doing."

The meeting adjourned and the President went to his office to send the messages.

Also in accordance with the inspector's request, Glorious Humanity's forces will move into position but will not begin any offensive maneuvers until the inspection is complete.

Mark Albert
President
Federation of Glorious Humanity

[Quick OOC comment: People are posting fast. The last four posts before mine went up while I was writing it.]

..::Encrypted Message(4096Kb)::..
To: Drakonian Imperium
From: Star League
Subject: Equator

Perhaps I misspoke, but your nation being equitorial is a good thing, it means my ships can establish a geosynchronus orbit over you nation and have solid kill zones. If it pleases the Emperium, a new Aerospace fighter with the purpose of deploying nuclear weapons to strategic targets has entered service, if any more missiles launches occur we can task them to destroying the launch sites at your command. We are aware of your hesitance with WMD, but it would be prudent to measure your hesitance against the lives of your citizens.

Sincerely,
First Lord Alex Larsen,
Star League

OOC: Okay, I take up your offer. The nuclear weapons of today are vastly improved over the kind that you are talking about. How you said that they would barely destroy Manhattan (two of them) might have been true with the nuclear weapons that destroyed Hiroshima, but modern hydrogen bombs would make short work of New York City. I can't quote any evidence right now, but I will be looking that up. To close, one modern nuclear weapon would obliterate most of New York City in one blast.
OOC:from memory, the bombs used in japan were 20kT. modern weapons range between 1 and 10 MT. this is an increase of 4900% to 49,900%. Note that two modern MISSILES would be overkill on NYC, although 2 warheads would not. this is because each ICBM carries multiple warheads (with the exception of the older varietys still in service in some places)
Also, Dyelli Beybi isn't stupid enough to wait for it to hit before counteacting, as he has weapons systems that can shoot down telophase projectiles. If the weapon is shot down, he would have no proof in any case. In the event, the payload was cruise missiles, and so was not vulnerable to his arrow and serpent systems, as it split up out of range of these. He probably should have waited, but it was an IC response: his country has little Intel, and his tzar is WAS rather a deranged madman.
which, loosely begs the question of what were they loaded with. a yeild of less then 50 kt is a waste of an icbm. unless it is a biological warhead, and even then that is iffy. http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=65690 for a discussion on non-nuclear icbms.

given the warheads weren't nuclear, a return strike of nuclear weapon may not be proportional. but it is _really_ hard to tell the difference between the two when the missle comes out of the silo. so under standard military protocols, the targeted nation is well within rights to respond to icbm launches with their own nuclear weapons. (one of the problems with the mad military doctrine.)

as for the complaining countries. well, a one for one launch would probably keep many of them quiet. unless they knew ahead of time that these were non-nuclear icbms.
no-one has yet come up with an explanation for me on how we are supposed to know whats inside an ICBM. I take "knowing ahead of time" to mean IC knowledge, not OOC. If you didn't know it IC you have no real business here. Most of you have spent time with DI before, so do know. thats cool. I just don't want the normal crowd of idiots who assume that anything on the forum was automatically picked up on by their leader, even if it was a conversation inside a military bunker, or an OOC post.
IC:
http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=94172&highlight=
this is the thread for the Tzars funeral, and the princes coronation.

1kB encrypted message:
From: Acting Tzar Henry Glawis of the Dyellian empire.
To: Drakonian Imperium and all their Allies
Subject: Cease-Fire
We have no quarel with you. We are prepared to put the resources of the dyellian empire behind your rebuilding project. We Have ceased Nuclear Bombardment, and ask your Allies to do the same. Our Troops shall remain on Alert, but shall make no hostile moves towards your nations. I have given orders for the returning to port of all Dyellian and Benjian Submarines. (the Fasta Benj ones are harmless now anyway) The Fasta Benjian submarines are being instructed to surface at a port designated by Drakonian Imperium, where they will be Impounded as a symbol of our good faith. You have permission to land 50 Weapons inspectors at St Guinefords, To Oversee the removal of the nuclear armaments from these submarines. Please note that any such removal is to be a temporary action only, and that we have no intention of giving up our retaliatory arm entirely. Your actions have shown us the potential need of such an arm - If, as some countries would have, you had declared a launching of a non-nuclear ICBM, then launched a "real" one, Whose side would public opinion be on? The Previous Tzars action was highly regrettable, but such is the consequences of heedless use of such weapons. We wish to be Emphatically clear that we shall not yield to your unreasonable requests for near complete dearmament, as our armies are stretched thin enough as it is. Nor shall we heed your demand that all Dyellian troops in Al Anbar surender to you. The Al-Anbarian Situation is only indirectly related to this one, and we view Al-Anbar as a Benjian Protectorate, and Shall not surrender it to your belligerent Imperialism.
A Fasta Benjian Taskforce is being assembled to support the Dyellian efforts already in place.

Though he hardly needed to send a transmission to Drakonia as Jolene, and up until a while ago Augustus Drake were both right next to him, Edmund told the Military and Medical Corps to be on Full alert, also to recall the full Reservist Roster.

He sent over 350,000 releif workers to Eugene and Springfeild to assist with the recovery efforts, the least he could do.

The message was sent out through all Tersanctus, and her colonies. The Templar Legions were already prepared to serve Kungshao, as soon as the word of the Nuclear Strike reached them all Templar reported to the Respective Military Bases before they even recieved the call too duty.

The Trisagion Forces also prepared as soon as they recieve word. All Armored Division's and the AMD prepared as well. In space, the Space Administration prepared for Stellar Defense.

Edmund looked at Jolene, and took her hand as she was obviously in a stressed state.

"Jolene, I promise you that everything will be fine, I know things seem lost now, but we must be strong for our people. We must avenge there deaths, and uphold our honor. Kungshao once said, 'Seek not revenge, for it is the errand of fools'. But we will not seek revenge only justice, anything less...."

Humanity and the Sealord, are currently performing exercises in the south, each with a four destroyer escort. If we pulled them off their drills and sent them to..." she leaned over, looking at a map of the area they were discussing spread out on the table, then pointed at a spot. "Here, about two hundred miles off the Dyelli Beybi coast. Each carrier's got a wing of F-18s that can add to the air screen, and our carrier-capable fighters and bombers can enjoy an extended range. We can also toss in four subs for a sea screen."

"No ballistics," the President cautioned. "Let's not send anything that could be assumed to be carrying nuclear weapons. We know how these people react to even the suggestion of nuclear threat." There were more grim nods around the table.

OOC: Just thought you ought to know OOCly about the dyellian minefield. It was laid the time before last someone tried this, so isn't on the previous version of the map. your satellites might show it, but its dubious if they would believe it, as it stretches over most of dyellibeybis territorial waters (400km out, as a result of the pre minefield events.) This puts your expected fleet deployment in the middle of it.....
How does your country react to a nuclear weapons launch against it? I repaeat, as far as Klatch knew, that was what it was. letting missiles detonate on your men is not a good thing to wait for.
of course it could be fun if you don't know the minefields there.. (are you in the habit of taking HiRes pics of a foriegn ocean thats fairly trouble free, and hasn't bothered you before, and then analysing them regularly?)

IC: The First Fasta benjian Tanks rolled across the border into Sheffield, weapons loaded and Crews prepared for combat. None of the crewmen believed for a second the Dyellian Army would assist them, as the prince had promised. The dyellian vehichles were inferior, true, but their numbers were staggering. Senior Gillespie hoped the scuttlebut was true, and that the dyellian armed forces were fighting amongst themselves.
All in All, 72 heavy armour companies crossed the border, and 32 strike companies.
Strike co: 180 infantry, 18 RoachIFV's, 8 Louse tanks, 8 Tick tanks, 6 Dragonfly or Mosquito Attack helicoptors, 6 Stagnant Units, 1 Foetid Unit, 1 Leech system, 3 serpent/viper systems, 6 Snake AA tanks and 1 command vehichle.
Heavy Armour co: 24 louse tanks, 32 tick tanks, 8 Flea Tanks, 8Trv's, 6 shilkas, 6 snakes, 8 newts (only 3 co.s have these yet) 3 serpent/viper systems, 3 foetid units, command vehichle.
AFV1m4-6 Roach: IFV. carries 10 troops. armed with 4 AT missiles and 25mm chaingun, m5 has XC1 chaingun instead of std armament, m6 has flamethrower.
AFV2m3/4 Louse: MBT, carries recoilless 100mm gun
AFV3m1 TickTank: MBT, carries 72 Antitank missiles on revolving armoured mount.
AFV4m1 Leech: Missile system. roughly equivalent to scud.
AFV5m3 Snake: Armoured vehichle, tracked, with short ranged AA misiles
AFV6m1/AFV5m5 Serpent/viper: Two vehichles based on snakes. serpent carries LR AA/ AICBM misilles, Viper is dedicated radar vehichle. always operate in batterys of 3, each vehichle firing one missile. require 3 radars to gaurantee lock on telophase ICBM.
AFV8m1 Flea Scout tank. similar to louse, but less armour and stores. shorter hull.
AFV9m2 TRV: Scout tank/ tank destroyer. XC1 cannon. Titanium armour. Twin Turbine engines. Max speed offroad around 80kph
AFV11m1 Shilka: russian flak gun...
AFV12m2 Newt: Tank destroyer. avoid at all costs.
SV1m3-6 Stagnant: Mobile Helicopter operating base. carries stores, maintanance equipment, fuel, weapons, and a big metal landing pad.
Foetid: Engineering vehichle used to carry stores for tank maintance. can also transport light tanks.
Mosquito class attack choppers: Very small, very fast, very lightly armed. Still, 10 AT missiles will do something with this kind of aiming gear.
Dragonfly: Slower, Much more heavily armed chopper. Cannot land on LZ on Stagnant. Requires Bulldozed and graded field first. However, when landed, can be lifted onto back of StagnantII (m6) for transport.
A further 50 strike companies stopped in the pass for the night, guarding the 308 logistical supply companies (each 48 trucks) that would be required for the trip to Bath.

ALTIMIT Broadcaster
Encryption: Moderate
Broadcast type: Diplomatic/Military
To: All nations involved
Return transmission band: Open
IDENT: Tsume Dragonis - Reploid Productions

We appreciate the offers by some of those involved in this conflict to stand down, at least temporarily, for our inspectors. Unfortunately, it still appears that the Drakonian Imperium is under threat of imminent attack as many allies and enemies appear to be moving forces into position. I'm sure you can understand that my people are very uneasy about going into a nation that could fall under intense and sudden attack.

At this stage of things, the purpose of such inspections seems to have been rendered null and void. If the Drakonian Imperium is willing to sit down and talk, perhaps we can offer a neutral location and mediation. Given the apparent nuclear capabilities of many of the nations being pulled into this through alliances, a peacable solution would save many lives, and a considerable amoutn of funding, in the long run. To borrow one of Queen Firefury's sayings, "Beware the dogs of war, for they are often rabid and should be put down quickly."

It is our sincere hope that this can be resolved before any more lives are lost.

http://rpstudios.ian-justman.com/junk/CGgoods/tsume5.JPG
With highest regards,
~Tsume Dragonis
~Secretary of Foreign Affairs
~Immortal Shogunate of Reploid Productions
<End transmission>

President Albert was in his office again. He practically lived in this place lately. He was dozing when the Minister of International Relations, Frank Pierce, knocked.

"Come in," the President said tiredly, snapping back to wakefulness. The Minister walked in carrying a piece of paper in his hand.

"Sir I think you should read this," and he thrust the paper at Albert. The President took it and read through it. After a couple minutes, he looked up.

"A new Tzar in Fasta Benj?"

"Yes sir," Frank dropped into the chair across from the President. "Came to power upon the sudden, unexpected death of his father. Rumors are floating saying this Henry capped his dad."

"And he's willing to power down his nukes?" the President inquired.

"Not completely. He wants to retain some of his arsenal for defensive purposes. His head seems to be screwed on a little tighter, maybe he can be reasoned with."

"This suggests he still wants to fight though." Albert tapped the bottom part of the dispatch.

We wish to be Emphatically clear that we shall not yield to your unreasonable requests for near complete dearmament, as our armies are stretched thin enough as it is. Nor shall we heed your demand that all Dyellian troops in Al Anbar surender to you. The Al-Anbarian Situation is only indirectly related to this one, and we view Al-Anbar as a Benjian Protectorate, and Shall not surrender it to your belligerent Imperialism.
A Fasta Benjian Taskforce is being assembled to support the Dyellian efforts already in place.

"That's another thing," Pierce said. "Dyelli Beybi is in anarchy. Several revolutionary factions are fighting for control. The guy coming out on top seems to be named Himler."

"So what it boils down to is: the guys we set out to remove for the nuclear attacks have already been removed by their own people?" The President asked.

"Basically yes."

"But the new guys aren't about to reliquish their nukes," the President said.

"Not all of them, no. At least this new tzar isn't. And since he seems to be at least nominally in control of Dyelli Beybi, I think we can safely assume they won't either," Pierce replied.

President Albert read the dispatch again. "What's this Al Anbar conflict?"

"That's what started all this," the Minister answered. "Apparantly the current ruler of Al Anbar is not a nice guy. Tortures and kills his citizens, squashes all resistance to his rule, fun things like that. Not a contender for Humanitarian of the Year. The Drakonian Imperium set out to remove him from power. The FKC moved to protect him. And thus..."

"And thus all this started," the President finished. "We originally got involved to shut down all this random nuke-launching. We assumed that would mean invading the launchers. If the launchers are now down though, where does that leave us?"

"At diplomacy, of course," Pierce answered instantly.

"I guess so, but let's not stand down our forces yet. We may have reached a cold war status, but it's still war." President Albert leaned back, thinking. Finally he shook his head. "We don't have enough information. We need to know more about the big picture. Find out everything you can about the Al Anbar conflict."

The Minister nodded and stood up to go start his inquiries. Albert reached for the phone on his desk to call the Office of Military Intelligence and tell them to start digging too.

The Imperium will sit down and attend Diplomatic Talks allowing a temporary Cease Fire. However, the blockade of the Dyelli Beybian fleet off the Syrian coast will remain till resolved during Diplomatic Talks have resolved their fate. We will also accept that talks will take place in Reploid Productions.

Fasta Benj, nuclear submarines from yourself and Dyelli Beybi may surface and make their way (surfaced). To the Admiralty Bay Naval Base at Bequia Island in the Grenadines. Please note, that any submarines below the surface will be deemed hostile and sunk, immediately without warning.

Drakonian Diplomatic Corps.
located in Drako Throne,
capitol of the Grand Dominion of Drakonian Imperium

Himler sat in his Office, it was a comandeered flat overlooking the wreckage of the wreckage of the onetime Royal Palace. Cyro was his, so was the Artois line, but as soon as you went 50 km outside of Cyro his rule ended and the country descended into Anarchy.

"We have 12 Assorted and relatively intact Divisions at our disposal...that is minus the logistics ones" Crabtree said. He was a tall, pale man with a black hair and a moustache over his upper lip.

"Good." Himler said, "Any news of O'Booze."

Crabtree nodded, but didn't look entirely confident, "He is marooned, it seems Hinoalos is a supporter of the Benjian..."

Himler scowled, "...but" Crabtree continued "the Rear Admiral in the area is one of ours and has ordered transports for O'Booze. The only thing we have to worry about is what happens when the Grand Admiral finds out whats going on. Aparently he's in a battle at the moment, so reports as to what is going on at home will be for him... confused."

Himler nodded, "Good. How many police Officers are there? if we need to call them up as irregulars."

"Nearly 500,000 including the ISE, there are a fair few more in prison and hospital."

"Good. What about Alexigrad and Quisa?"

Crabtree shook his head, "No word from Quisa, Herr Fuhrer, we suspect in may be in Prince George's hands. Alexigrad was bombed last night. We suspect the Communists."

"We must seize it."

"Will we hand the weapons over?" Crabtree asked.

Himler showed the first sign of emotion, "Never!" he yelled, slamming his hand down on the table, "We will never surrender to the foreign devils!"

Crabtree seemed pleased by the response, "In any case, unless they want to spend six months blasting their way across the minefield, they'll have to pass very close to the coasts of Fasta Benj or Jiggardy."

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Earlier that day Welles had surrendered with very little bloodshed upon seeing several thousand Communist tanks bearing down on them. Large elements of the Army had never truly surrendered their loyalty to the Communist cause, especially those around Bath and Welles, and with the void of power in the country, they had quickly reverted to type.

Denise Laroque was overlooking the defences of Welles, it was really a rather undefensible town compared to Bath. The Red Army, indistinguishable from the rest of the army except for the red arm bands, were digging trenches and mining the road to the East. Artillery had been dragged into the town and tanks were being dug in.

"We won't hold it Comrade." Denise's aid remarked, "The Benjians are too strong."

"I know." Denise replied, "But we will bloody them. Then we will smash them on the walls of Bath...how many divisions do we have?"

"23, that includes the logistics ones."

"We will leave 2 infantry and 1 armour here to hold them up, the rest will withdraw to Bath."

"Yes Comrade."

"We will also make bombing runs from Bath Airbase."

"Yes Comrade."

"What of the other towns?"

The aid paused to think, "This Himler fellow has taken the north and Cyro."

Denise frowned, "I wonder how he has become so powerful so quickly." she shook her head, "What of the other towns?"

"St Guinefords...ahh Sandersgrad has been seized by the Pope." It was so confusing, that town was constantly being renamed, the aid thought to himself, "We think George is holding Quisa, mostly wityh feudal troops. Agua Pura and York seem to be loyal to the Benjian. Alexigrad was bombed overnight by Himler's aircraft."

Denise nodded, "We will worry about them when we have driven back the Benjians."

The building of the Admiralty in St Guineford's was under seige. Admiral Davis ducked as another sheel rocked the building, bringing flecks of concrete off the walls. An aide opened the door, to the room he was in, supervising the defenses "Sir." he said, accompanied by the rattle of machine gun fire, "The Drakonians are demanding we surrender submarines, aparently we seem to have already lost one." the walls shook again.

"Why are you telling me?" Davis demanded, there are at least a dozen officers more Senior than me.

"They're all dead Sir."

"What?"

"The'yre all dead Sir."

Davis scowled, "Yes I heard you the first time." he paused, he was in command, it was very daunting, "Has anybody communicated with the fleets?"

The Aide shook his head, "No Sir."

"Do we still have a working radio."

The aide nodded, "One Sir. The main ones are dead, but we should be able to reach ships off the coast and they can relay on to everyone else."

"A man behind Davis shrieked as a bullet took him in the shoulder, "Relay out the message for all subs to drop to maximum depth, I'd like to see the bastards follow us down there, and to get to Saint Guinefords. Same message goes out to all surface fleets. When they get here. Shell the city into oblivion. We'll blow the Pope and his Orders sky high."

A few minutes later the usual poorly encrypted message was winging its way around the globe, "All ships to Saint Guinefords. State of war exists. Submarines progrees at maximum depth, surface craft be ready to bombard the city. Admiralty under seige by Papal troops."

The railway cars carrying the T-90 tanks, Gepard Nims, and SA-15s rolled to a stop at the border. The massive trucks moving the SA-17 “Grizzlys” also halted along with the troop trucks carrying heavily armed soldiers. A convoy of supply vehicles also could be seen.

A Vrakian colonel got out and, flanked by a squad of fierce-looking marines, proceeded to give an earful to the Dyelli Beybi border guard.

OOC: I’m assuming that the border guard might halt them due to the current turmoil. Let me know and I can edit accordingly.

As promised, the Imperial Council has ordered the Penguinatan Red Cross to send emergency crews to Drakonia to help in cleanup and care of those who are injured. They will be arriving by C-141s, and will land in several hours.

In response to the wishes of Reploid Productions, the Imperial Council and the Penguin Senate have voted to stand down temporarily while inspections take place. We urge all others to do the same, but to keep on guard for any attack.

--Dept. of International Affairs--
_______________________________________________________

The Empress was sitting in her office, reading her latest messages. It was dark, and the only lamp on was the chrome one sitting on her cherry wood desk. There was a knock on the wooden door, and she said wearily, "Come in."

Jennifer Coulten, International Affairs Minister dressed in navy blue (her trademark), walked in abruptly. She had compiled a report on intelligence reports and diplomatic transmissions over the past few days. "I'll think you'll be interested in this ma'am," she said with apprehension.

The Empress took the report slowly, and saw the apprehension on Jenn's face. "Must be big.."
"Oh it is. It's huge, and this would be the perfect time to launch some kind of assault on Dyelli Bebyi considering it's total collapse into anarchy." Jenn was speaking with great conviction and assurance.
"Oh, Jenn. I couldn't possibly do that..Not only has your department issued a statement-"
"Yes I know, but-"
"Do not interrupt me again, Mrs. Coulten," the Empress snapped. Kei Cho always got angry when her subordinates interrupted her, and would always call them by their last name when they did so. "As I was saying, I couldn't possibly do that. Your department has already issued a statement, and I refuse to go back on my word. We will take no such course of action, no matter how desirable it may be. Are you finished?"
Jennifer had never seen such a stern reaction from the Empress before, but took it anyway. "Yes ma'am. Except there are mass protests outside."
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PNN ALERT!

Hello, I'm Jane Morra. For the first time in decades, there are protestors outside the Navigation Mansion, furious that the Cho Administration is not taking advantage of a weak government and interconflict in Dyelli Beybi. One protestor has been recorded to carry a sign saying "IMPEACH THE WEAKLING!", though others dismiss him as an anarchist drunk. 92% of Penguinatans are ready for a war with Dyelli Beybi and others that have sided with those who used nuclear weapons on Drakonia, but intelligence reports indicate that the new leaders of Dyelli Beybi and Fasta Benji are interested in peace. That's the top news at the top of the hour, and I'll bring more at the bottom of the hour. I'm Jane Morra, and you're watching the channel Penguinatans trust--PNN.

To: The Drakonian Imperium
From: UTP Financial – Disaster Relief Fund

Due to the terrible damage you have recently undergone, we can send you 5 billion dollars in humanitarian assistance.

OOC: Background (http://invisionfree.com/forums/UTP/index.php?)

<<Official Kelanthian Ministry of State Communique>>

TO: Drakonian Praetor

FROM: William Sedworth, Kelanthian Minister of State

RE: Current Conflict

To whom it may concern:

As per your request, humanitarian aid in the form of a full Fast Response Team of the Kelanthian Red Cross is en route to the Eugene/Springfeild area. We request landing permission for them and their supplies.

As to your request for military aid, we will be glad to comply if the need arises. It seems as though this conflict may be ended with diplomacy, but just in case, we will keep our air force on alert. We have also mobilized our 5 quick-response armored divisions for immediate departure, and are in the process of mobilizing a dozen more. Many more are available if you should so desire.

However, as it seems that this may be resolved without violence, our forces will not leave our territory until further notice. Please respond with any more requisite information. Thanks.

Sincerely yours,

William Sedworth, Kelanthian Minister of State

General Hanoway was grabbing a quick cup of coffee from the machine in her office when her computer screen flashed. She sat back down at her desk, reading quickly.

PRIORITY MESSAGE FROM SEA-MAN

She frowned and hit a button on her keyboard to take the message. "Sea-Man" was the designation for the task force headed for the Dyelli-Beybi coast, made from the names of the two supercarriers that were the core of the force. She sipped her coffee as she read.

FROM: SEA-MAN
TO: HANOWAY
RE: TROUBLE

SUBMARINES ENCOUNTERED MINEFIELD, EXTENT UNKNOWN, SUBS DID NOT PRESS. FLEET STOPPED, AWAITING ORDERS.

The submarines that were moving ahead of the surface ships had found a minefield between them and their destination. They had pulled back on contact rather than attempting to determine the extent of the field, and the fleet was now sitting and waiting for her to determine what to do.

Hanoway pulled up a chart of the region. It didn't show any minefields in the area. Must be either recently deployed or well-hidden, she thought. She returned to the message, debating what to say. Then she switched to response mode and sent her orders.

FROM: HANOWAY
TO: SEA-MAN
RE: ORDERS

HOLD POSITION, NO HOSTILITIES. DIPLOMACY IN PROGRESS. FLY PATROLS, NOTHING ELSE.

She then hit the send button. Her message would go to the Naval Command Center in Saleon, where it would be encoded before being transmitted out to the fleet. She leaned back and finished her cup of coffee, then went to send another message to the Office of Military Intelligence. They needed another satelliete pass over the Dyelli Beybi coast.

In the port cities of Vrak nakhan and Vrak kirin, various naval vessels, including large battleships and aircraft carriers could be seen slipping their moorings and riding out to sea. Women and children were sobbing on the piers but knew that the brave Vrakian sailors were out to defend the Klatch from the aggressor Drakonian Imperium and their pakrah allies.

Nearby, a Typhoon class submarine was undergoing final preparations before shipping out.

Admiral James Brighton, commander of the Sea-Man task force, was on the bridge of the GHS Humanity, moving from station to station, looking over the shoulders of his men manning various radar, communication, and weapons stations. The hold order had come four hours ago, his ships had been doing little ever since. Fighter patrols ranged out as far as they could, and everything until now had been quiet.

"Sir! Urgent report from satelliete!" A lieutenant ran up with a sheet of paper carrying a transcription of a recent report from Naval Command.

The Admiral read it, and shook his head. "What are the Vrakians doing? We've been sitting still long enough that they must know we're not going to move any closer."

"Probably just being belligerent sir," the lieutenant answered. "Protecting their own, and all that. According to the last report from Naval Command, the Dyelli Beybian fleet is down south involved in that Al Anbar war, so I'm guessing Vrak is covering for them."

"Are we in Dyelli Beybi's waters?"

"Just barely, sir," the lieutenant replied. "We're on the edge, but since we're not acting hostile I'd say they've got no reason to hit us."

"From what I've read, nobody around here needs a reason to start throwing punches," Admiral Brighton commented drily. "Let's make sure they understand we're not picking fights at the moment. I want all fleet assets moved back fifty miles, so we're definitely out of any waters they can claim as theirs. We'll form up again and drop anchor. Tighten up our air patrols to just a hundred miles around the fleet, so we're not poking them as much in the skies either."

"Sounds like a plan sir," the lieutenant agreed.

The Drakonian Imperium would like to announce that it's ambassadors have arrived in Nekoa Bay, Reploid Productions and are preparing to begin talks. However, the first topic for the Diplomatic Talks (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=94668) will be Cease Fire. Due to statements made by Fasta Benj involving Al Anbar (where Drakonian Troops are deployed), the Imperium is now still considering itself at war with Dyelli Beybi.

The Imperium thanks Vrak and Kelanthia, for their the generous ammounts of humanitarian and financial aid they have contributed. The fund and aid are being put to immediate use in the clean-up, healing, and rebuilding efforts in the twin cities of Eugene/Springfeild and the island city of Castries. A large sum of the funds and aid is being used also for the ecological repair effort as their has been serious damage to the Caribbean and Oregian Ecosystems. Hopefully, the damage can all be repaired.

Drakonian Diplomatic Corps.
located in Drako Throne,
capitol of the Grand Dominion of Drakonian Imperium

More troop movements could be seen along the Vrakian corridor. Rolling up to the previous convoy, 32 massive vehicles halted along with their support. The rocket artillery had finally arrived.

OOC: That was OOC and the analogy implies that in fact they had a defense against the projectile. But of course they didn't or they wouldn't have launched their ballistic missiles before a nuclear detonation. And don't insult my intelligence, I know what an ICBM was designed for, probably better than you do. The fact is, nobody here has any idea has any idea on how to conduct a nuclear war because all they hear about from the media is MAD and how the world would end in 40 minutes the second someone even thought of launching a nuclear weapon. Hell, I'm sure that more than 90% of you think two nuclear weapons detonated over NYC would be overkill, the fact is is that two nuclear weapons would just barely destroy Manhattan Island and it would take at least six more to take out the rest of New York City. Please, come back and lecture me on the use of nuclear weapons... when you know more than me.

You do realise nuclear weapons got bigger after Hiroshima don't you?

The railway cars carrying the T-90 tanks, Gepard Nims, and SA-15s rolled to a stop at the border. The massive trucks moving the SA-17 “Grizzlys” also halted along with the troop trucks carrying heavily armed soldiers. A convoy of supply vehicles also could be seen.

A Vrakian colonel got out and, flanked by a squad of fierce-looking marines, proceeded to give an earful to the Dyelli Beybi border guard.

OOC: I’m assuming that the border guard might halt them due to the current turmoil. Let me know and I can edit accordingly.

The Dyelli Beybian side of the Border was heavily walled and entrenched, with a series of fortresses built along it's length. Aparently some mad idea of the Tzar's that Dyelli Beybi was about to be invaded by Vrak had caused him to do this. A jeep pulled out from behind the wall, it drove to within 100 metres of the Vrakians, flying the red and white flag of the NSWP. It halted and an Officer stood up in the back, "I am Major General Godwit." he declared through a megaphone, "The Tzar is dead and Herr Himler rules in Cyro. Are you friends of Herr Himler or here to bring the Tzarists back?"

Denise Laroque picked up the phone, "Laroque." she identified herself.

"Good. I am glad to have got in contact with you." the reply was in short clipped words.

"Who is this?" she demanded.

"This is Herr Himler. I believe we have something in common."

"How did you get this number." Denise demanded angrily, then paused, "What do we have in common?"

"We both want to see Dyelli Beybi free, free from the Tzar and free from the likes of your predesesors." the voice replied.

"That is true." she conceded, still a little annoyed that this Himler fellow had managed to get his hands on the number for her office, "But how would you know I'm not planning to set myself up as the new Generelisimo, or should I say Generalisima."

"Because." the voice replied, "We have been watching you for years. It was we who killed Massingbird and Sanders and left you in prime position for leadership, because we knew this time would come, because the Tzar was mad and so is his son. We knew that at this time we would need strong and sensible leaders if we were to survive as a Nation."

Denise thought about this for a moment. Things were beginig to make sense now. She told him who he was. "Very observant." he replied, "Now, we can either fight amongst ourselves or turn to fight our mutual enemies....then fight each other...for Seats in the new parliament once election time comes."

"I think you have a deal." Laroque replied, "But we will need to work out the specifics..."

At dawn the next day fighters for the Communists and NSWP awoke to find they were both part of the new "People's Army of Dyelli Beybi."

The railway cars carrying the T-90 tanks, Gepard Nims, and SA-15s rolled to a stop at the border. The massive trucks moving the SA-17 “Grizzlys” also halted along with the troop trucks carrying heavily armed soldiers. A convoy of supply vehicles also could be seen.

A Vrakian colonel got out and, flanked by a squad of fierce-looking marines, proceeded to give an earful to the Dyelli Beybi border guard.

OOC: I’m assuming that the border guard might halt them due to the current turmoil. Let me know and I can edit accordingly.

The Dyelli Beybian side of the Border was heavily walled and entrenched, with a series of fortresses built along it's length. Aparently some mad idea of the Tzar's that Dyelli Beybi was about to be invaded by Vrak had caused him to do this. A jeep pulled out from behind the wall, it drove to within 100 metres of the Vrakians, flying the red and white flag of the NSWP. It halted and an Officer stood up in the back, "I am Major General Godwit." he declared through a megaphone, "The Tzar is dead and Herr Himler rules in Cyro. Are you friends of Herr Himler or here to bring the Tzarists back?"

The colonel, not much of a diplomat, stopped.

"Give me a damn microphone," he muttered. Soon an aide came back with one.

With an imperious air, the colonel raised the microphone and replied,

"I am Colonel Ian Herk, in charge of this here convoy. I personally don't give a winged monkey's a** about how you guys do your own affairs but my orders are to defend the FKC."

OOC: DB, can the convoy come a bit closer or something? I know they are disabling the nukes, but it adds to the....something.

0547 Zulu
IDS Raptor's Talon
North Atlantic Ocean, International Waters
Submarine's Bridge

The Alpha-Class Fast Attack Submarine, IDS Raptor's Talon, slid silently through the deep waters of the ocean. The submarine continued it's hunt for Dyelli Beybian Ballistic Submarines. It had already sunk one, now it hunted for another kill. They did not know of the talk of Cease Fire, the submarine was running silent and had not made contact with the Imperial Drakonian Naval Command in some time.

"Sir, I think I've got something," the Operation's Officer reported.

"What now, another whale," the Captain asked.

"No, it's...." There was a pause. Finally, the Officer replied reluctantly. "A school of fish."

There were groans of annoyance from the bridge crew.

"Wait." The Officer's hand shot up for silence. "Yellow Submarine."

Now everyone was looking at the Operation's Officer. The Captain voiced their thoughts. "How the hell do you know what color the submarine is?"

"No, sir...." The Officer's voice again trailed off, and then he was humming to himself. "We all live in our yellow submarine, yellow submarine, yellow submarine. We all live in our yellow submarine, yellow submarine, yellow submari--" The man realized where he was and what he was supposed to be doing. "I think I've got a submarine."

"A Yellow One?" The Captain looked sceptacled. He was more thinking that his Operation's Officer had lost his mind.

"No, sir," the man replied. He thought for a second. "Well...actually, sir, I have no idea what color it is."

Apparently his Officer was regaining some of his sanity.

"I think I've detect a Dyelli Beybian Ballistic Submarine below us. Headed for Klatchian," the Officer informed his superior, who was regarding him with a patronizing look. "Their playing the Beattles song, 'Yellow Submarine'," sir. At least, I think." The man looked helpless as the Captain was currently considering his abilities to think.

The Captain considered the situation for a minute, much of that time being spend on consider the ability of his officer. After a while, he spoke. "Active Sensors, full sweep. Confirm that submarine is Dyelli Beybian," the Captain ordered. "If it is, lock on torpedoes and fire."

The crew went to work. They were closing in on more prey, which apparently was a yellow submarine.

We are mobilizing our forces and are preparing to move them to the Drakonian Imperium.

An old ally has requested our help and we will aid him as well as repay him for his help in the rebellion.

President and Warlord
Samad Al-Jahid

The fourth expeditionoray force in the history of the Republic, the Drakonian Defence Expeditionary Force, has been formed. The DDEF is currently en route to Drakonian soil.

OOC: DB, can the convoy come a bit closer or something? I know they are disabling the nukes, but it adds to the....something.

As the column aproached it was revealed to be headed by a tank, followed by several trucks. A blue and yellow Tzarist flag fluttered proudly from the tank. As they aproached the pyramids, the side of one began to raise, several armed guards peered out suspiciously...

50 nautical miles off Grenadine Islands
10 "kraken Class Submarines surface over the next 4 hours, along with a further 10 octopus class. Once the whole fleet of SBN's was in place, they began the journey into bequia Harbour. No Dyellian vessels appeared to have heeded the Tzars summons. there was also no sign of the Benjian Attack Sub Fleet.

The Bath - Sheffield Highway, Dyelli Beybi
The Vast Armoured Force Rumbled across the desert, 3km north of the highway, carefully parrelling it. Ahead in the distance they could see the smoke plume from the industries of Welles. At Midday the first of the buildings could be seen, and telescopic observation recorded the Communistic flags flying over the city.
The Column was called to a halt. 4 Companies worth of Infantry were set up in a defensive perimeter around the Laager, along with those companies AA vehichles and IFV's.
The Center of the laager was filled with the Stagnant and Foetid vehichles, and Helicopters shortly began to leve the ground and swoop off towards the city of welles. The Rest of the Dyellian Force moved on behind them, attempting to loop out to one side of the city, where the defenses would hopefully be weaker.
Halfway to the city the leeches dropped off from the rest of the convoy, and fired at ranges that were, for them, point blank. 82 Missiles, each carrying a ton of High explosive, soared into the heart of the city. That was the plan anyway. with typical leech crew accuracy, two landed in the farmlands south of the city, and three fell short in the city itself, around the road the armour intended to advance into the city along.

Fasta Benj Harbour, EastSide Naval Complex
30 Full amphibious Armour companies Trundled along the dock over the course of the day, loading into Transport after Transport. Then their supplies followed, loaded onto muskrat class trucks. All of Fasta Benj's 100 strong landing Craft Fleet was needed to load these vessels, Intended to relieve the Dyellian forces in Al Anbar. They would sail to fjord Harbour, where they would be met by The Naval taskgroup that would escort them.

On sight of the Benjian vehicles, the men planting landmines in front of the city had fled. Many of the mines were detonated when the missile hit, and much of the city was heavily damaged, although exact losses the Communists had suffered were vague. The froces within the city fired bach with 3 SCUDs, which were even more innacurate, landing all over the countryside. Some of the artillery gunners also opened fire, but their shells fell horribly short and they were ordered to cut it out.
As the helicopters aproached they came under fire from the normal selection of flak, the odd SAM, but more importantly a large number of Bejian designed AF5m3s and Crotale NGs

http://www.army-technology.com/projects/crotale/images/crotale1s.jpg
A Crotale NG fires on incoming helicopters.

The colonel, not much of a diplomat, stopped.

"Give me a damn microphone," he muttered. Soon an aide came back with one.

With an imperious air, the colonel raised the microphone and replied,

"I am Colonel Ian Herk, in charge of this here convoy. I personally don't give a winged monkey's a** about how you guys do your own affairs but my orders are to defend the FKC."

The General bent down and confered with some of the others in the jeep, he had neglected to switch off the megaphone and the words 'mere Colonel' and 'surly bugger' could be heard.

"Is there not a General with you?" he eventually asked. Then paused for a moment, before deciding to continue, "If not you may answer this, if so, please relay it. We will allow you to pass on the condition you do not in any way support the Tzarists, or undermine the efforts of the People's Army."

0547 Zulu
IDS Raptor's Talon
North Atlantic Ocean, International Waters
Submarine's Bridge

The Alpha-Class Fast Attack Submarine, IDS Raptor's Talon, slid silently through the deep waters of the ocean. The submarine continued it's hunt for Dyelli Beybian Ballistic Submarines. It had already sunk one, now it hunted for another kill. They did not know of the talk of Cease Fire, the submarine was running silent and had not made contact with the Imperial Drakonian Naval Command in some time.

"Sir, I think I've got something," the Operation's Officer reported.

"What now, another whale," the Captain asked.

"No, it's...." There was a pause. Finally, the Officer replied reluctantly. "A school of fish."

There were groans of annoyance from the bridge crew.

"Wait." The Officer's hand shot up for silence. "Yellow Submarine."

Now everyone was looking at the Operation's Officer. The Captain voiced their thoughts. "How the hell do you know what color the submarine is?"

"No, sir...." The Officer's voice again trailed off, and then he was humming to himself. "We all live in our yellow submarine, yellow submarine, yellow submarine. We all live in our yellow submarine, yellow submarine, yellow submari--" The man realized where he was and what he was supposed to be doing. "I think I've got a submarine."

"A Yellow One?" The Captain looked sceptacled. He was more thinking that his Operation's Officer had lost his mind.

"No, sir," the man replied. He thought for a second. "Well...actually, sir, I have no idea what color it is."

Apparently his Officer was regaining some of his sanity.

"I think I've detect a Dyelli Beybian Ballistic Submarine below us. Headed for Klatchian," the Officer informed his superior, who was regarding him with a patronizing look. "Their playing the Beattles song, 'Yellow Submarine'," sir. At least, I think." The man looked helpless as the Captain was currently considering his abilities to think.

The Captain considered the situation for a minute, much of that time being spend on consider the ability of his officer. After a while, he spoke. "Active Sensors, full sweep. Confirm that submarine is Dyelli Beybian," the Captain ordered. "If it is, lock on torpedoes and fire."

The crew went to work. They were closing in on more prey, which apparently was a yellow submarine.

The sumarine was aparently crawling along the sea bed.(OOC: They have enough armour on the hull to do this) however, it was not in fact a nuclear submarine this time. It was an attack submarine, its own sonars picked up the enemy far above them, and it abruptly accelerated to 30 knotts, tearing through the water.
(OOC) Its a large nuclear powered submarine, with the missiles stripped off to make it go faster. The speed is a dead giveaway that it is an attack sub.

Herk swore but then answered, “We do not support the Tzarists or seek to undermine the efforts of the People’s Army. We are here to defend the Klatch.”

The men in the trucks idly checked their equipment while some dozed, trying to get some sleep on the long journey. The locomotive engineers relaxed and drank coffee while the brakemen did their final checks.

No weapons were raised but a few officers noted the defenseworks in place.

Herk swore but then answered, “We do not support the Tzarists or seek to undermine the efforts of the People’s Army. We are here to defend the Klatch.”

The men in the trucks idly checked their equipment while some dozed, trying to get some sleep on the long journey. The locomotive engineers relaxed and drank coffee while the brakemen did their final checks.

No weapons were raised but a few officers noted the defenseworks in place.

The officers conferred for a little longer, "You many men do you have there?" The General asked, "You may pass, in any cas,e but we wish you to reamin in contact with the People's Army to announce your position at any given time. This way will will not accidentally target your men thinking they are Tzarists."

OOC: Sorry to be late with this.

Offical Omzian Democratic Federal Republic Statement
The Drakonian Imperium Nuclear Crisis

Recently, we are noted with the firing of multiple nuclear weapons at civilian targets of the Drakonian Imperium -- in response to what it seems a "launch of ICBMs by Drakonia". We are outraged, by this holocaust-like attack on a civilan target, causing destruction to civilians worldwide -- citizens and tourists. We are outraged, by this mass attack on a civilian target, causing destruction to a civilization and culture. We are outraged, by the use of weapons of mass destruction, and how ignorant the action seems is. While we cannot blame Dyelli Beybi & allies for taking the ballistic missiles as ones having nuclear warhead(s), we cannot accept a fact that a massive attack has been commerced on a massive amounts of civilians, causing millions of casulties. These innicent people, what have they done to the Dyelli Beybi government? These innicent people, have not even seen the light of peace. These innicent children, teenagers, toddlers, babies, elders -- all faced destruction of their lives and possession, before they . Like an old Omzian saying said, A leg should not be cutten off for another loss of leg. Despite this, we see it reasonable for Dyelli Bebyi to react to the suspected nuclear strike, although we condemn their ways of "repaying" with weapons especially designed to harm civilians.

Condemning all who have fired nuclear warhead-armed weapons at Drakonian cities. Such attacks on a piece of civilization cannot be tolerated, and must be treated with utmost awareness. Such attack with no care for human lives and civilian possessions cannot be tolerated. Perhaps, a way to react to this situation is through an attack on whose is responsible for it -- military sites, in this case -- but not mass slaughter.

Urging the Drakonian Imperium to cease the use of Intercontinental Ballistic Missiles for conventional uses. this use, while could be called "Strategic", it is highly dangerous to both sides psylogically and militarily, and must be treated with utmost attention. Of course, it is very unusual to have ballistic missiles fired at targets mixed with civilian sites, and we can understand how Dyelli Bebyi & allies has thought. This effect causes daunting experience among civilians of both sides, involving fear for nuclear, chemical, and/or biological and/or any other weapons of mass destruction.

Advising all parties to find a peaceful solution to this. While this do cause an outrage on Drakonian Imperium, and mass confusion and disarray among the Dyelli Bebyi & allied forces perhaps, we urge both parties to realize that a peaceful solution can be found, and this can be resolved peacefully.

Applauding the Drakonian Imperium's decision to not reply with other weapons of mass destruction on civilian targets of the opposings, and the urge to solve this problem quickly.

Overall, while we are invaded ourselves, we would promise humantarian aid in the future. We extend our condolences for the victims who lost their lives in this outrage, and we wish the people well.

End Message

A barrage of sheels had silenced the papal tanks. There were 4 cruisers in view, lurking off the coast as well as a fair few destroyers. A launch pulled up at the damaged Admiralty docks, Third Lieutenant Dallas waved from his position on the lauch, "Is anyone alive up there?"
"Aye." came the reply, yelled from a nearby building.
"How many" Dallas yelled back.
"Perhaps 100, mostly wounded" came the reply, "but for God's sake man, keep your head down, there are snipers out there."
Dallas obediently ducked, "We'll be driving some PBs in to pick you lot up. Are there any supplies left."
A man dashed across the space, between the building and the dock, bullets skipped around his feet, as he flung himself onto Dallas's launch. He seemed to be wearing an Admiral's uniform, although it was so badly damaged it was hard to tell.
"Sir!" Dallas saluted, while being careful to keep his head down.
"We have no supplies." the Admiral growled, without returning the salute, "Most of the ammo got blown up, and I wouldn't fancy our chances trying to get the rest of the stuff out. The place is crawling with Order soldiers."
"What do we do then Sir? we need supplies desperately."
"We'll move into the ports of Cyro, word is the fighting there wasn't too fierce, we may have to fight off some revolutionaries, but they can't be too much trouble. But for now, get me back to whichever ship is carrying your Commander, we need to supervise evacuating this place."
"Aye Aye Sir."

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Meanwhile television broadcasts were coming out of Cyro, where aparently the NSWP had been busy repairing the damaged TV stations. Usual shows were cancelled, to be replaced by patriotic music, speeches by members of the NSWP and recruitment drives.

"Dyelli Beybi, is at a point in her History, where we can either pull ourselves into the future or fall back into feudal tyranny." Began the new head of police, "We have an oportunity, like never before to free ourselves from the shackles of the opressors. Even now, the Communist forces in Welles are battling for our survival as a Nation, however, we cannot hold out forever against all forces from within and without. We need you, to do your bit. We need you to join the People's Army. And if you are not fit to join, we need you to work our factories, to make uniforms, guns, tanks and ammunition. We need you in the fields to feed our men at the front. We need you, the people of Dyelli Beybi to do your bit. Then, when it is over, we promise you, we will do our bit and bring the wealth of the country to the people of the country."

http://www.ycdt.net/allo_img/h3_216.jpg

"Heil Himler!"

OOC: LOL! I'm waiting for the wobbly bits.

(OOC) Sadly the Tzar has died and I have no more public speakers who like to allude to the 'yellow wobbly bits' in all their speeches.

(OOC) Also the nuclear weapon silos in Dyelli Beybi are not shut down at all. In fact, all are running on high alert. The Tzar in Fasta Benj only has nominal control over Dyelli Beybi.
Another thing is I'd apreciate it if people stuck to modern tech, thanks, slightly heavier than in use calibre guns are fine, but please don't try anything weird like psychic soldiers

Dyelli Beybi People's TV (the new station)
A young female presenter in a beret, with a rifle slung over her shoulder is sitting at a news desk. Several patriotic Communist posters have been stuck on the wall behind her.

"It had been anounced that earlier today, sections of the people's Army's first Airborne Infantry Division were dropped to the North of the City of Alexigrad. Further elements of the 5th Armour Division swept in from the South. Tzarists in the city surrendered with very little bloodshed.

"Further news is that 32 more Divisions have declared loyalty for the People's Army. As our power increases, more of the wavering commanders turn to follow us, although significant chunks of disloyalty still exist. As it stands, around half the Army is now loyal to us.

"Vrakian Armour has been given access into the Republic, while it is unclear whether or not they will support the Republican goals of the People's Army, they are being closely monitored.

"The Son of the despised Tzar is still at large in the Eastern portions of the country. Once the current invasion by his first son has been driven back, he will be hunted down and made to pay for his crimes against the proleteriate.

"Heil Himler!"

-------------------------

Somewhere in Quisa
"All does not look well my liege."

"Why's that then?"

"Most of the Army is joining this 'People's Army', aparently most of the lower ranks are in favour of it. It takes a strong Commander to refuse them, and an even stronger one not to go over, when it is clear that that is the direction most other Commanders are leaning."

"So in other words, they're following each other?"

"Pretty much yes."

"Is their any way for us to win then?"

"I think there is my liege. We will let it be known that we will destroy the nuclear arsenal should the Drakonians back your assenscion to the throne. After all, the mistakes of your father cannot be blamed on you, and as long as you give in to their demands, you will be running the country."

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In Bath, at the Headquarters of the People's Army
A motley bunch of out-of-uniform Communists, Senior Police Officials, and Senior Generals of the Weirmacht were assembled in a long room, around a table covered in maps. All in all, there were 7, but these numbers were boosted by the aides who dashed in and out, updating people on the latest.
"Right." a Senior looking Communist began, "We've got 3 Divisions in Welles, and a further 8 in and around Bath. We have Airborne in Alexigrad, 5 Divisions around Cyro and her ports, we have 6 Foot Divisions digging in along the foothills with Fasta Benj, 5 Divisions of Legionaires in the North...That leaves us 1 Mechanised Division to play with..."

There was a gasp and a great deal of muttering, "Wait. I havn't finished yet." the Communist continued, cutting the others off, "We also have 4 Armour Divisions, 2 Calvalry, and 2 Engineering undeployed. I suggest we deploy the Engineers to help bulk up the defences in the hills, but as for the other 7, I propose we take the Mech, 2 Armour and 1 Calvalry and launch an offensive of our own."

There was a general chorus of assent, "The others are reserves?" a General asked, glancing over the map.

The Communist nodded.

One smiled as he saw the side of one of the pyramids rise. Suddenly he felt a light touch on his leg. He slowly turned and saw Five gesturing wildly. He crawled and put his head right next to Five's mouth. Five whispered.

"Sir, I have just heard that Dyelli Beybi is now in the midst of a civil war."

"Damn it. Do we have any changes in orders?"

"No, sir. I can't connect to command."

"We must stay and fulfill our objectives. Continue monitoring."

The DDEF has arrived in Drakonia, and consists of the following.

7 Armored Divisions
4 Battalions 155mm artillery
5 Divsions Bradley attack vehicles
4th Army Infantry
555th Battalion Engineering
3rd Company Blue Rogue Spec. Ops.

The engineers have begun constructing a base. The EF commander Major General Dyne, a fighter in the war in East Turkestan, requests orders from the Drakonian Command.

[OOC]: Sorry to be EXTREMELY late with this, DNS servers playing up - Every time i tried to post i got a 404 error.

Newsflash to the Incredible Nuts of the Axe Weilding Maniacs
Due to the unprovoked war between the Drakonian Imperium (The Democratic Dipwits), and our Proud nation of Axe Weilding Maniacs, we will be launching an all out assault.

[Picture of crowd of people with a man holding up a sign saying applause
The yells of the crowd drown out his next few words]

.. shall be mobolising the fleets, and putting to sea.

[More crowd cheering as the Grand Duke Sheep leaves]


From: Axe Weilding Maniacs
To: FKC Allies
Subject: Fleet Underway

As to fully combat the fleet threat posed by Drakonian Imperium, and its Imperialist Allies, I am sending out the following fleet:
"Exodus" Carrier: 2
"Zacchary" Battleship: 3
"State NGS" Battleship: 3
"Vine" AA Battle Cruiser: 15
"Auckland" Cruiser: 40
"Falcon NGS" Cruiser: 40
"Pursuit" Destroyer: 10
"Rock" Destroyer: 80
"Elven" Destroyer: 80
"Aquarius" ASW Frigate: 45
"Hive" AA Frigate: 20
"Katana" Super Frigate: 40
"Black Knight" Stealth Frigate: 5
"Fishtail" Electronic Warfare Corvettes: 5


Of these ships, 1 Vine AA Battle Cruiser, 2 Auckland Cruisers, 2 Falcon NGS cruisers, 5 Aquarius ASW frigates, and 5 Rock and Elven cruisers will specifically deal to the Glorious Humanity Super Carrier threat off the Coast of Dyelli Beybi.

I am also taking 4 "Victory" class Battleships out of mothballs for use in protecting my waters.

They will be moored as unsinkable fortresses in the main Axe Weilding Maniac Canal (Since being widened, its more of a river)


From: Axe Weilding Maniacs
To: Draconium Imperium
Subject: I will never disarm, even if i have to launch every single one of my nuclear missiles at your nation, you will never get me to disarm. I hold all the pieces.

(OOC: The MIG-29 is capable of delivering Nuclear strikes. I need not deliver by ICBM - Switching of IFF and manual delivery works too)

Brighton was playing cards with some of his men in the mess hall when the announcement came over the PA.

"Admiral Brighton to the bridge, urgent!"

Brighton hastily excused himself and headed for the ship's bridge.

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The Bridge of the GHS Humanity was unusually animated. Nobody was lazing around or slacking off right now. The radar men were watching their screens intently, and the communications guys were sending and receiving messages in a flurry, mostly from the patrols. Several lieutenants were walking around checking weapons readouts and giving orders.

The same guy who had delivered the report on Vrak jogged up to Brighton and saluted as the Admiral came on deck.

"What's all the comotion?" the Admiral asked.

"This sir," the young man led him into a small room just off the bridge that served as a sort of crew lounge for the bridge crew when nothing spectacular was happening. Brighton noticed it was deserted at the moment. There was a coffee machine, a couple chairs, a few magazines on a table, and a television in the corner.

"We taped it for you," the lieutenant told him, reaching down to hit the play button on a VCR under the TV's stand.

Brighton poured himself a cup of coffee as he watched the Axe Weilding Maniacs broadcast. When it got to the part about the attack he nearly dropped the pot.

Of these ships, 1 Vine AA Battle Cruiser, 2 Auckland Cruisers, 2 Falcon NGS cruisers, 5 Aquarius ASW frigates, and 5 Rock and Elven cruisers will specifically deal to the Glorious Humanity Super Carrier threat off the Coast of Dyelli Beybi.

"What are those idiots doing?" he demanded. "Has this been confirmed?"

The lieutenant nodded. "Naval Command sent confirmation from SatCom a few minutes ago."

"We're in international waters, right?"

"Yes sir, we double-checked," the lieutenant answered. "And we're not engaged in any hostile maneuvers, only the patrols you ordered. They've been confined to the area you specified."

"Great," Brighton grimaced. "So this whole damn coast is insane."

"One nation at least," the lieutenant agreed. "On the other hand, Vrak doesn't seem to be taking any further action against us now that we're away from Dyelli Beybi."

"Well that's something," Brighton sighed, then straightened. "Allies?"

"None of our allies' fleets have moved, sir," the lieutenant replied. "They're standing down pending the negotiations. We're out here alone."

"With our pants down," Brighton shook his head. "Get me a line to Naval Command."

Aramar Chancellor's Office

A message tone blipped on the president's screen, and he sighed and turned his chair to the computer. With a click of the key he brought up a screen that reflected a pale white off his face; this white matched the emotions he felt, fear and anger.

From: General Harding
To: Chancellor Flavius
Sub: ICBMs

Sir:

The nation of Axe-weilding Manics has sent a message to the Drakonian Imperium stating that they would continue to use nuclear capable warheads if necessary. I recommend we deploy the army, and speed up the landing procedures; tanks if necessary. Do I have your permission to activate the nuclear silo near Telvos? Please respond with haste.

General Harding

*END*

Flavius slammed his hand against the desk. Of all the underhanded tricks one could possibly think of, now these two nations, one nuclear capable and almost completely in the hands of communists, the other nuclear capable and ready to use the capability, were going to war against Aramar's new allies. He brought up the e-mail program and set encryption to the highest level possible, as he was sure the general had done. He didn't bother with pleasantries.

Harding:

Activate our nuclear program. Call up the reserves and the air force. I want subs in their waters ASAP, as well as our two carriers. Deploy another unit of special forces into AWM. I want those nukes gone.

Flavius

*END*

It was time for war.

In response to hostile actions taken by Axe Weilding Maniacs, and the fact that Cease Fire Negotiations have not yet begun, the Imperium has dispatch a naval fleet to back-up our allies, Glorious Humanity, of the Klatchian Coast.

Task Force Rememberance, commanded by Admiral Ares Kraken.

IDS Imperator, Inexorable-Class Battleship (Flagship)
IDS Anubis, Pegasus-Class Light Carrier
IDS Chimera, Pegasus-Class Light Carrier
IDS North Star, Polaris-Class Missile Cruiser
IDS Flagbearer, Centurion-Class Heavy Cruiser
IDS Authority, Gallant-Class Heavy Cruiser
IDS Immortality, Magnificent-Class Cruiser
IDS Diamondback, Viper-Class Advanced Missile Destroyer
IDS Taipan, Viper-Class Advanced Missile Destroyer
IDS Pit Viper, Viper-Class Advanced Missile Destroyer
IDS Council, Rapier-Class Destroyer
IDS Memory, Rapier-Class Destroyer
IDS Swordfish, Swordfish-Class Advanced Frigate
IDS Soul Stealer, Watchguard-Class Frigate
IDS Wind Walker, Watchguard-Class Frigate
IDS Forest Stalker, Watchguard-Class Frigate
IDS Fire Bearer, Watchguard-Class Frigate
IDS Storm Crusher, Watchguard-Class Frigate
IDS Thunder Striker, Watchguard-Class Frigate
IDS Fear Bringer, Watchguard-Class Frigate
IDS Covered Wagon, Boxed Freight-Class Supply Ship
IDS Crate, Boxed Freight-Class Supply Ship

The fleet will be support by an undisclosed number of sub-surface vessels and will incorporate the IDS Flagbearer, one of the new Heavy Cruiser specificly designed for the anti-carrier role.

Imperial Drakonian Navy
located in Alexandria
city of the Grand Dominion of Drakonian Imperium

EDIT: Added Supply Ships, because I forgot them.

Somewhere in Vrak…

Translated from Vrakian.

-Update.
-Axe Weilding Maniacs sent a most defiant message to the Drakonian Imperium.
-Indeed. Can’t blame them though.
-But now is not the right time to attack.
-On the contrary, the best time to attack is when they are not expecting it. But it’s the response I worry about. The credibility of the FKC would be underminded if Axe made any aggressive moves. But we must be vigilant.
-Of course. But posturing here will not help.
-Very well. What do you think High General?

[A third voice replied]

-Well, our convoy in Dyelli Beybi has got the go-ahead. I can divert some divisions to the Axe border as well.
-Indeed. We also have to sent a message to Axe asking them to stand down while the diplomatic talks are underway.
-As you command.

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Along the northern part of the Vrakian corridor, another rather large convoy makes it way to the borders of Axe.

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Please do not make overt aggressive moves at this point – especially while the diplomatic talks are underway. Believe us, Vrak shall stand shoulder to shoulder with you if that pakrah Drakonia or their pakrah allies decide to invade. But now is not the time to attack. The pakrah Drakonia and their pakrah allies are too stupid to realize that we have the right to mobilize our forces to defend ourselves and, in their stupidity and ignorance, might attack. Remember, these fools think it's alright to launch ICBMs at people without understanding the consequences.

The convoy proceeding to your lands from the corridor is to provide additional support in case the pakrahs decide to actually invade. And if they do invade, they will eat fire while they sink to the bottom of the Diocletion Sea.


OOC: For Dyelli Beybi. I’m working out the exact numbers of my dudes at your border. I’ll post soon.

OOC Something I should've thought of a few days ago. The Russians mount a type of ICBM on their heavy missile cruisers, it doesn't always have a nuclear warhead on it. No-one auto nukes *them* Anyway..

<International Waters off the Klatchian Coast>
<HMS Warwick/HMS Edinburgh> (Astute II Fast Attack Submarines)
Commander O'Neil patted his sonar tech on the shoulder "Good job son." He turned back to the command deck and rapped out orders; "Alright, bring us up to within a few seconds of firing depth, we should still be too deep for the Axes to pick up on us being there. We'll shadow them and commence firing if they start shooting at anything. Until then, silent running. Tight-beam that over to the Edingburgh as well if you would Coms."
"Aye Aye sir."
O'Neil settled in his command chair and did his best to maintain a calm and stern mien, inwardly wishing the fleet would hurry the hell up and arrive. The High Fleet OR the Drakkies, either was better than being here.

<HMS Pendragon SDN, Flagship of the RBN>
The Seahawk's engines surged, then rested as the big chopper touched down on the vast landing pad on the Pendragon's stern. Admiral of the Fleet Vladimir Bathame rolled out of the chopper and sprinted to the superstructure of the massive ship.
The Seahawk was swiftly dragged into a hangar, joining the squadron of Commanches parked there. The huge dreadnought's Osprey ASW/AMW choppers blatted at the front of the formation, occassionally F-32s would dip out of the clouds thunderously, but the helicopters were constant in their rotation back to the ships.
Vlad looked upon the culmination of a society where to be a soldier was the mark of citizenship and where spending on the military was what central government was for, and smiled. He stepped into the elevator at the base of the command tower and was wooshed to the command deck.
Stepping out onto the bridge he was instantly confronted with reports, queries, requests, which he dealt with as he moved to the NWC desk. Waving all the other personnel away except for his flag captain he spoke to the Captain manning the NWC desk.
"Well Manny. The King has released NWC, so if you'd like to contact the Aegis and Mjolnor and inform them that the HV-LRMs are to be prepped for that.." he patted the shaken looking captain on the shoulder and resumed giving orders as the Fleet headed in..

The sumarine was aparently crawling along the sea bed.(OOC: They have enough armour on the hull to do this) however, it was not in fact a nuclear submarine this time. It was an attack submarine, its own sonars picked up the enemy far above them, and it abruptly accelerated to 30 knotts, tearing through the water.
(OOC) Its a large nuclear powered submarine, with the missiles stripped off to make it go faster. The speed is a dead giveaway that it is an attack sub.

0550 Zulu
IDS Raptor's Talon
North Atlantic Ocean, International Waters
Submarine's Bridge

"We've got a runner," someone yelled.

"Hey, that's not a ballistic submarine," the Captain observed. "Ops, can't you ever get anything, right?" The Captain didnot seem at all concerned about the other submarine.

"Sorry, sir." The Operation's Officer did not sound happy about the reprimand.

"Match their speed," the Captain ordered. "Lock Torpedoes."

"Aye, Sir," the Helm and Tactical Officers informed their commander, carrying out his orders.

The Raptor's Talon quickly accelerated and match the larger attack submarine's speed. It continued to follow the larger vessels as it skimmed the ocean floor.

"Fire Tudes One and Two," was the Captain's next order.

"Firing!" Two torpedoes shot away from the Raptor's Talon shooting toward the Dyelli Beybian attack submarine. A shockwave radiated through the water as the first torpedoe impacted on the ocean floor, missing it's target. The second torpedo sped on, slipping dangerously close to the ocean floor itself.

OOC: My Alpha-Class Fast Attack Submarine is based on a modernized and customized Russian Alfa-Class (don't you love how much thought went into my subs class name). The Alfas top out around 40 knots (mine slightly higher). NATO was so worried they had to develop new torpedoes so the Alfas couldn't outrun them. My subs also have strong (and expensive) hulls that are made out of Zinc Titanium.

One smiled as he saw the side of one of the pyramids rise. Suddenly he felt a light touch on his leg. He slowly turned and saw Five gesturing wildly. He crawled and put his head right next to Five's mouth. Five whispered.

"Sir, I have just heard that Dyelli Beybi is now in the midst of a civil war."

"Damn it. Do we have any changes in orders?"

"No, sir. I can't connect to command."

"We must stay and fulfill our objectives. Continue monitoring."

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The tank progressed at the head of the column. There appeared to be no room inside for all the vehicles at once, so the tank pulled off to one side, alloying the trucks to enter in single file and deposit whatever they were carrying.

"We've got a runner," someone yelled.

"Hey, that's not a ballistic submarine," the Captain observed. "Ops, can't you ever get anything, right?" The Captain didnot seem at all concerned about the other submarine.

"Sorry, sir." The Operation's Officer did not sound happy about the reprimand.

"Match their speed," the Captain ordered. "Lock Torpedoes."

"Aye, Sir," the Helm and Tactical Officers informed their commander, carrying out his orders.

The Raptor's Talon quickly accelerated and match the larger attack submarine's speed. It continued to follow the larger vessels as it skimmed the ocean floor.

"Fire Tudes One and Two," was the Captain's next order.

"Firing!" Two torpedoes shot away from the Raptor's Talon shooting toward the Dyelli Beybian attack submarine. A shockwave radiated through the water as the first torpedoe impacted on the ocean floor, missing it's target. The second torpedo sped on, slipping dangerously close to the ocean floor itself.

OOC: My Alpha-Class Fast Attack Submarine is based on a modernized and customized Russian Alfa-Class (don't you love how much thought went into my subs class name). The Alfas top out around 40 knots (mine slightly higher). NATO was so worried they had to develop new torpedoes so the Alfas couldn't outrun them. My subs also have strong (and expensive) hulls that are made out of Zinc Titanium.

For a moment sonar detected something else near the Dyellian submarine, then the torpedo veered off course and exploded. (OOC Its fitted with a Nixie torpedo decoy system). A pair of Tigerfish torpedoes streamed out of the aft tubes, aimed at the Drakonian vessel.

Meanwhile, the Squall Straight (see map) had become a bottleneck of submarines returning to port. Large clusters could be detected by anyone with shipping in the area, heading for the dyellian coast. A number also sailed under the minefield.

A Hind transport helicopter landed where Herk and they Dyelli Bebyi general were talking. It clearly had Vrakian markings and soon it landed. Out rolled a walrus, commanding and repledant with medals on his military vest. Oddly enough he wore that and just some kind of beret. The walrus made his way to the two and, after bowing, said.

"I am General Youlj Sansaeya, Major General Godwit. I assure you that we are here only to help defend the Klatch, not to meddle in your affairs. And of course we will make sure you are aware of where we are. Friendly fire, while a hazard, should best be minimized, eh?"

He handed Godwit a clipboad.

"These are the troops hastily mobilized. More will be coming and we shall let you know when and where."

OOC: I'll post it in the OOC thread.

OOC: Sorry but can someone give me a rundown of whats happened so far?

The nation of Kravoli is tomorrow holding a special government vote of wheather or not to send troops and equipment overseas for the first time in Kravolis history, Stay tuned.

A Hind transport helicopter landed where Herk and they Dyelli Bebyi general were talking. It clearly had Vrakian markings and soon it landed. Out rolled a walrus, commanding and repledant with medals on his military vest. Oddly enough he wore that and just some kind of beret. The walrus made his way to the two and, after bowing, said.

"I am General Youlj Sansaeya, Major General Godwit. I assure you that we are here only to help defend the Klatch, not to meddle in your affairs. And of course we will make sure you are aware of where we are. Friendly fire, while a hazard, should best be minimized, eh?"

He handed Godwit a clipboad.

"These are the troops hastily mobilized. More will be coming and we shall let you know when and where."

OOC: I'll post it in the OOC thread.

Godwit looked happier that he was talking to a General, although a little voice inside him kept saying It's a walrus.... It speaks.... It commands an army...

"We are of course grateful for Vrak's aid in these matters. We suggest you keep your men clear of Saint Guineford's. It is a bit of a mess down there, and we don't know who the Papacy will fire on. Cyro and most of the coast is under control. As you get further east, things start to get dodgey." Godwit scratched his head, "If you need baracks in the North, some of our men will be heading South, which will free up quite a lot of space."

Meanwhile in the South, Advanced sections of People's Army Armour had reached Jesuitlem, the town seemed happy enough to see them and there was no fighting. However, they did not stay longer than necessery to gather supplies before pushing on to the west. Those left in the town counted men from the 3rd and 4rth Armour Divisions as well as men from the 5th Calvalry and 15th Infantry.

From: Admiral John Doe
To: Commander Adams, on the Flagship "Yakuza" ("Vine" AA Battle Cruiser)
Subject: Regarding the Glorious Humanity Threat
As soon as you have their planes on radar, maintain a watch only. Any suspicious activity and you have orders to move in and destroy them. Keep within 100 Nautical Miles of the Enemy at all times, but remember the Rules of Engagement. Allow them to make the first move. Allow Diplomacy (laugh) to take its course.

[OOC: The Rock and Elven ships are Destroyers, not Cruisers as reported earlier]

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From: Admiral John Doe
To: Vice-Admiral Wyrd, on the Flagship "Dice" (Zacchary Battleship)
Subject: Regarding the threat posed by The Imperialists Drakonium Imperium
You have the ships, the firepower and, above all, the numbers to despatch of the Drakonium fleet with ease. Allow them to make the first move, and remember the Rules of Engagement. While operating in international waters you must be highly vigilant. Remember, Victory is a state of mind. One that we hold dear. Domination is a fact. And the fact is that we dominate. I expect NOTHING but utter domination.
Remember to keep a minium of 1 squadron of MIG-29s in the air at ALL times.
And keep squadron 566 safely housed. Any move by the Enemy (or his Allies) to launch ICBMs will cause mass slaughter on their part.
You have your Orders. And remember, do NOT launch any attacks until I give the order. We shall see if Diplomacy works.

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From: Axe Weilding Maniacs
To: Vrak Prime
Subject: ICBM Launch
Unless provoked we shall not be launching any more Nuclear warheads.

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From: Axe Weilding Maniacs
To: Vrak Prime
Subject: Movement through Axe Weilding Maniacs
Feel free to pass any troops you wish through Axe Country.
Until further notice i have asked my Naval fleets to remain at standby notice, while we attempt Diplomacy

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From: Axe Weilding Maniacs
To: Aramar
Subject: Special Forces in AWM
I wish you sincere luck in getting your special forces NEAR my Proud nation. Unlike Dyelli Beybi's nation which is in a state of Civil War, and disloyal soldiers, Our Naval and Land forces are highly competant and in a state of constant readiness. Due to your punitive threats I have ordered a Fleet of "Stingray" Fast Minelayers to prepare a minefield a fair distance away from our cost, so as to not interfere with our Fleet buildup, or my ASW / AA patrols (Your subs will be spotted and destroyed, and my AA defense is one of the best). I urge you to reconsider before you send any young lives to waste. This is not your war.

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[OOC: Holy crap, i posed this three times due to lag]

Gen Sanseaya nodded and replied, “Thank you very much for the advice General Godwit. We shall certainly keep that in mind. We expect at least three infantry divisions to arrive soon so we’ll take you up on your offer regarding the barracks. As well, if things work out, we shall move two Titan I guns down but would need to work out exactly where to park them since they can only move about on the rails.

Death to the aggressors General! The FKC will cast them into the ocean’s depths!”

At this, he nodded again and signaled to Col Herk to carry out his orders. The locomotives rumbled to life and the troop trucks started up.

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To: Axe Wielding Maniacs
From: Vrak Diplomatic Corps
Subject: Concerns

Excellent. Remember, we are dealing with foes who underestimate us, which will be their undoing. As well, we have activated three infantry divisions to reinforce our convoy heading your way. Let us know the best place to position them so we can deal a crushing blow to the pakrah invaders.

From: Dukratus Military Command - Naval Division
To: FKC Nations - Dyelli Beybi Theater of Operations

Dukratus has dispatched our 107th, 109th, and 111th Seek and Destroy advance submarine group to aid in the elimination of hostile targets. As well, we are preparing the 2nd Advance Defense/Assault fleet to move into Dyelli Beybi coastal waters to assist in coast and air guard.

(OOC: Specs on Dukratus military vehicles will be posted in a bit, gotta get to class now!)

From: Dukratus Ministry of War and Defense
To: Non-FKC Forces - FKC Theater

During times of the peace negotiations, we expect that no military movement will be enacted against Federated Klatchian Coast nations/forces and that all hostile units still operating in Klatchian Coastal waters/airspace will vacate into international territories. Let it be known that any hostile vessel detected in FKC territories by the Dukratus military will be fired upon with extreme prejudice.

(OOC:

Death Stalker Class Nuclear Attack Submarine
Length: 400'
Plant: 1 Water Cooled, Pressurized Nuclear Reactor
1 Standard Diesel Engine for Back up/snorkling
Turbines: 1 Special Design (corkscrew in shape with force water feed - decreases sound beyond canted propeller)
Speed (sumerged): 30-35 Knts
Dive Depth: 1000'(safe)-2000'(crush)
Armarments: 4 x 25.6" Tubes Bow
2 X 21.0" Tubes Bow
2 x 21.0" Tubes Aft
4 (2 Left, 2 Right) Depth Charge Launchers
1 x 3 tubes Aft Mine Deployer - Proximity Mines/Netted
Mines

Decoys: 6 Electric Countermeasure Launchers
2 Sound Decoy Buoy Launchers

Screamer Class Nuclear Attack Submarine
Length: 300'
Plants: 2 Liqued Metal Cooled, Pressurized Nuclear Reactors
Turbines: 2 Special Design Force Feed Corkscrew Turbines
Speed: 45-50 Knts submerged
Dive Depth: 800' (safe)-1800'(crush)
Armarments: 6 x 21" Tubes Bow
2 x 21" Tubes Aft
Decoys: 8 Electric Countermeasure Launchers

Sleeper Mk 1 Class Nuclear Ballistic Attack Submarine - Shimering
Length: 600' (double hull design)
Plants: 2 S8G Natural Circulation Nuclear Reactors
Turbines: 2 Special Design Force Feed Corkscrew Turbines
Speed: 20-30 knts submerged
Dive Depth: 2000'(safe)-3500'(crush)
Armarments: 60 Long Range Ballistic Missles
2 x 25.6" Tubes Bow
2 x 21.0" Tubes Aft
Decoys/Cloak: 10 Electric Countermeasure Launchers
4 Sound Decoy Buoy Launchers
Shimmering Outer Hall Design (shimmering hall plating is
actually color changing film cells that match surroundings
via input from a computer taking in color data of
surrounding enviroment)

More later...)

From: East Turkestan Military High Command
To: Drakonian Imperium

Greetings old friend!

We are happy to inform that General Achmed Mahmoud Barak and Colonel Marak As-Saraid have finished preparations off their forces and are awaiting the naval force to be fully organized.
General Barak and Colonel As-Saraid are as you know seasoned veterans of the rebellion and want's to repay our debt to you.
The forces accounted for are:

23rd Expeditionary Force (Colonel As-Saraid)

250,000 infantry
100,000 armoured

16th Expeditionary Force (General Barak)

700,000 infantry
320,000 armoured

19th Expeditionary Navy (Admiral Dubahk)

1,200 submarines
1,000 destroyers
1,000 cruisers
900 battleships
5 Aircraft carriers

2nd Expeditionary Airfore (Air General Hamoud)

750 Fighters
250 Fighter/Bombers

We hope that these forces will be adequate.

In a cold dark evening a jet landed on the runway of the pavement somewhere in the darkness of Canada. A woman and man rushed towards the aircraft as the engines idled down.

The woman looked at the crew and ordered, "Get me to Vrak Prime immediately. Call up all of the JDF forces...damn, this is a f*** mess and the last time I go on a hunting trip"

She eyes the man behind her with an icy stare and sits down in a chair and begins to make phone calls.

Landgravine Hubris, Consul of the FKC was finly back, ready to take on the invasion forces against the FKC.

19th Expeditionary Navy (Admiral Dubahk)

1,200 submarines
1,000 destroyers
1,000 cruisers
900 battleships
5 Aircraft carriers


[OOC: Might i point out that this is an excessively large naval presence?. Using rough estimates, the number of men required to Crew these ships would be about 2 million people. And secondly, the most Battleships ever put to sea would be ~40 in the Napoleonic war.]


From: Axe Weilding Maniacs
To: Vrak Diplomatic Corps
Subject: Amassing of naval forces
Until further notice i shall keep my dogs under a tight leash. Any move by them on the offensive and we shall beat them back with shoes!

OOC: East Turkestan old buddy, I don't mean to be harsh, but where in the nine hells are you gettin that many ships from?

The troops prepared for battle, constant watch was on the borders. Soon the vengence of the Khristian people would be upon the citizens of Al Anbar.

Tomahawk missiles loaded with HMC toting warheads were being loaded into ships and B-52's. HMC was a highly potent chemical agent that dissipated within several minutes. It allowed for quick advancement, and total destruction of the enemy.


Q-6 MLRS began pounding the border towns of Al Anbar. They didn't carry coventinial warheads, but chemical warheads. Artillery peices also were shelling the nearby cities of Al Anbar with chemical warheads.

OOC: Perhaps it would be best if troop deployment numbers, type, and necessary specs be posted in the OOC thread. (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=83990&highlight=) As well, we can also give out some constructive criticism.

*looks at East Turkestan with his 900 battleships*

sorry for the enlarged type but I don't want anyone to miss it.

what the f*** just hapened?

who the hell ordered this nuclear attack?

[quote=East Turkestan]
19th Expeditionary Navy (Admiral Dubahk)

1,200 submarines
1,000 destroyers
1,000 cruisers
900 battleships
5 Aircraft carriers


[OOC: Might i point out that this is an excessively large naval presence?. Using rough estimates, the number of men required to Crew these ships would be about 2 million people. And secondly, the most Battleships ever put to sea would be ~40 in the Napoleonic war.]

[OOC: Whoops. Sorry. Correction.
200 Subs
50 Destroyers
50 cruisers
10 battleships
3 Aircraft Carriers
I wrote this very late and I was kinda tired. So the numbers were very screwed up.]

what the f*** just hapened?

who the hell ordered this nuclear attack?
OOc: read the thread. tzar richard (RIP) launched them.
go to the
OOC thread (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=83990&postdays=0&postorder=asc&start=160)

sorry for my abscence from negotiations. I have new pets.

IC:
OFFICIAL STATEMENT FROM FASTA BENJ
Tzar Henry wishes to thank his faithful subjects, the incredible nuts for their somewhat fanatical support. He also annaunced that his troops are now firmly in control of all of Dyelli Beybi, and that the people are welcoming his tanks with garlands of flowers and gifts of frankincence.

OOC: I did a budget for my country yesterday. my foreign aid figure is 975 billion kronors.

Outside the city of Welles
The three remaining Dragonfly helicoptors limped back to their landing sites, trailing smoke and veering wildly. The Mosquitos were happily destroying any anti-aircraft sites visible to them, jinking and accellerating randomly to prevent radar lock. (ooc: DB, i'm sure you remember what these things move like) Even so, there were craters pockmarking the city from the numerous downed choppers. After about 20 mins their fuel was running low, so they turned to return, following the path of the larger choppers.
Debriefing "room" after the flight
The few remaining pilots looked around the dune valley they had been summoned to for debriefing. Less than a quarter of them had returned. Senior Newbicles strode back and forth along the line, champing on his unlit pipe.
"Errr, Sir?"
"Yes Sergeant?"
"Don't you think it might have been a good idea to tell us they had snakes? Just a thought."
Newbicles scowled and spat out his pipe onto a squashed cactus.
"Don't see why I should have. No-one bothered to inform ME they had them."
He sighed and sat down on the sand, brushing pipe ash off his grey tunic.
" I suppose I'd better go tell the warlord that we won't be flying any more missions for a long while."
Over the crest of the dune could be seen the temporary base, where a mere 69 helicopters remained, several damaged beyond feasible repair. At least their weapons pylons were all emptied.

The City of Welles, Northern gate
Warlord Viktor Thuringian cautiously raised his head out of the turret of his modified "NFEV" command vehicle to survey their chosen route into the city. A desultory amount of small arms fire crackled against the armour of his lead tanks, one of them slanted askew by the mine that had torn off its left track. The Louse class tanks making up the advance guard of the party were replying every few secons. It was proving a most uneven contest.
The question nagging at the warlords brain however, was where the rest of the "Djeldogs" had got to. There ought to have been several battallions arrayed against him, not this paltry handful of soldiers. the helicopter force had just rung in to anounce their complete incompetance, and the remaining leech missiles needed to be saved for the assault on Bath.
Finally and abruptly he made his desicion.
"We advance. Damn these mines. they can't be very deep anyway, and i haven't the time to send out sweeper partys."
The IFV's moved past the stationary Tanks to head the new push, their squads disembarking as the vehicles slowed to a crawl in the congested street, fanning out to search and pillage nearby buildings.

Welles
The largely intact Dyelli Beybian Divisions had pulled out of the Eastern reaches of the city as soon as the armour closed. They had lost around 250 assorted vehicles in the helicopter strike, another 78 had been imobilised for one reason or another but most had managed to escape. The immobilised vehicles had been destroyed to stop the Benjians using them, as had all the remaining AA positions. Food warehouses of all descriptions had been torched, the water pumps and wells had been blown up, all fuel that couldn't be carried off had been set alight and the city, stripped of all military supplies.
All infantry in the city were fully mechanised, and the withdrawal had been swift, with only a few units remaining to provide a rear guard action. They had taken to moving offroad, the long lines of refugees were clogging the roads too much. Behind, Welles burned, but ahead of them the walls and trenches of Bath offered the promise of a defensible position.

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The Desert South West of Bath
3 Divisions of People's Army troops had formed up around a somewhat disused airbase where they were sitting as columns of trucks moved vast quantities of diesel, petrol and other fuels to the new advanced base.
The General in charge of the Advance was sitting in the control tower, this area had seen regular use as 3 squadrons of early Sukhois had remained here, and were still parked in the hangars South of him. There were enough hangars for nearly 50 squadrons of similar sized aircraft, and they had once been here, but over the years had gradually been moved elsewhere.
He looked at the maps in front of him, stabbing down with his finger, "We will build a supply depot here, then move on back here. We'll need support from the logistics corp if we go here."

The other Generals around the table nodded in assent.


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The Souther Border between Fasta Benj and Dyelli

Advanced Sections of the Third and Forth Armoured Divisions were sighted advancing in columns towards the border. A squadron of 12 Tu-16Ks, escorted by 72 Mirage 2000C fighters overshot the border at high altitude, heading towards Christchurch.


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The following is a Political Broadcast for the National Socialist Worker's Party

"Today, the glorious armies of the Communist Party pursued a tactical withdrawal from Welles to the City of Bath. This was not a defeat. Had we chosen, the armies of Benjia would have been severely bloodied, however, we have allowed them this small victory, and upon the walls of the fortress City of Bath they shall be smashed.

"Heil Himler!"

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Extract from 'A Tourist's Guide to Dyelli Beybi'

The City of Bath was originally founded in the 11 Century by crusading Knights, and by the early 20th Century had grown into a major city. The old city on the Eastern bank is a rabbit warren of small streets, some barely wide enough for two people to pass. This area is surrounded by newer suberbs built in the 18th and 19th Century and overlooked by the Cathedral.
Modelled on Notre Damme in Paris it presents a nearly identical facade, although the craftmanship inside is inferior, if gaudier than the Parisian equivalent. A small palace to the rear of the Cathedral, the Bishop's Palace, while not open to the public, contains some of the gaudiest furniture in Klatch. The grand gothic style sandstone facade gives a hint of what is contained within the Bishop's private residence.
Eight bridges span the river, the grandest being the Tzar's Bridge, previosly known as the Revolutionary Bridge. This huge stell construct was bult during the Communist regime and leads to the Palace which dominates the city.
This palace was originally built during the reign of Tzar Bartolomew VII in the 1700s as a Holiday residence, however was later converted to the Headquarters of the Bath Party, during the Communist regime, and in recent years has become a Tzarist palace once again.
The rest of the city propper on the West bank was built between the 17th and 20th Century. The older areas are often still too narrow to drive a car down, and the one-way system in many areas can be confusing, but the road from the East gate to the Tzar's palace , as well as the banks of the river which contains most of the industry, commerce and infrastructure of the city are quite open to traffic.
The City itself is surrounded by a 26 foot wall, protected by earthworks and a trench network, worthy of any fort the world over. The Wall itself is some 16 feet wide, with internal passages, which unfortunately tourists are not permitted to enter, but one can see the modified naval turrets on the top of the wall. Some 30 of these are dotted around the wall, each carrying a 200mm cannon.
Outside of the trenchwork, a huge shanty town has sprung up where workers commute from to the automobile factories that have sprung up along the riverbank in recent years. They commute through one of 5 entrances through the fortifications, which can become very crowded at rush hour, although anyone wealthy enough to own a car can usually force their way through the throng...

After a few hours in flight, confrences with the President of the FKC and her native intelligence services the woman looks at the man and then says..."Damn, this is a mess we didn't need. The Tzar appears to have been assassinated, we have some naval vessels poking along the coast and a f*** civil war...fine time for me to be incommunicato isn't it?" Her eyes softened a bit....

She pulled out a black phone and typed up in a code.
"This is Mav I want JDF forces on the move, destination the coast of DB....this is a priority one alert. And contact L.O.W for standby if someone gets cute we may need them in on this..."

OOC: AWM, you couldn't have read my messages, they were completely encrypted. I wrote that, I would appreciate if you did not say that you know I have special ops when there was no way you could have known. To intercept the message could be interpreted as godmodding.

Somewhere in Vrak...

Translated from Vrakian

-Alcona and Hubris has been advised. The Klatch is on the move.
-Indeed. The Dyelli Beybi situation?
-We are monitoring it closely. But the Landgravine Hubris did mention something disturbing.
-What was that?
-They may want to awaken the Lords of War.
-By Bok's maw, is this wise?
-Well, she is part of the Privy consul.
-We know next to nothing of their capabilities! This is highly irregular and dangerous!
-But it will be done. And let us pray that they do not consume us all.

[a long pause]

-High General, status?
-The enemy troop movements have been fed into our battle computers. Various scenarios have been run and we believe that the FKC can certainly hold out for a long time, even if the enemy lands. Logistical concerns would play a role here and we doubt that they can muster an army strong enough to invade all three nations without their strength being severly sapped. 6 infantry divisions have been activated and will link up with our convoys. More are being activated as we speak.
-Very well, High Admiral?
-The North Polar fleets should be entering the Sea of Dukratus now. Other fleets have been activated.
-Good. What about international opinion?
-Depends really. Many fail to see the logic of the situation and also seem to discount that Drakonia launched ICBMs first - preferring to concentrate more on the nuclear issue. Some believe though that Drakonia's action was reckless and irresponsible. We don't feel it necessary now to widen the war but our diplomatic missions are informally counting on who we could ask. That is, those outside the FKC and our one pact.
-Continue to do so. Let the diplomats talk in Reploid Productions. We must continue our preparations.

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The two Vrakian naval task forces transmitted their IFF codes as the entered the Sea of Dukratus.

Admiral "Red" Killamo strode along the bridge. What a complete f*** up this is. But I'll show these pakrahs a lesson.

Naval Transmission
JDF Encryption Code Alpha Alpha Utah
To: Klatchian Naval Forces, Sea of Durakus
From: Taskforce Wayvern and Landing force Python
Alconian Navy

We have been advised to attempt to link forces as you pass through Alconian waters to the straits. Advise on proper IFF codes also Admiral Vaux would like to have a meetining ASAP on deployments in the South Klatchian Sea.

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“Sir! Message from Alcona and Hubris.”
“Bring it up,” said the Admiral.

[code:1:8c3b900aa7]We have been advised to attempt to link forces as you pass through Alconian waters to the straits. Advise on proper IFF codes also Admiral Vaux would like to have a meetining ASAP on deployments in the South Klatchian Sea.[/code:1:8c3b900aa7]

Killamo grunted, “Transmit our IFF codes to the Alconians as per standard encryption. As well, we are at Admiral Vaux’s convenience as to when and where to meet.”
“Aye, Admiral!”

Killamo glanced out at the deck of the aircraft carrier, the VNF Boarhunter. Off in the distance, he could see the battleships Forlorn Hope and Mountain Shaker, as well as several destroyers and frigates.

"Admiral we have a response from Vrakian forces moving south..."
The older gentleman looked up from the status boards to the ensign.
"They want to coordinate a meeting, sir....have sent us their IFF codes..."

The Admerial looked at the charts and smiled..."Well give them the clearence codes for running the inner passages and notify all land based airwings to keep an eye out...also make sure that the advanced sonar system is suplemented...Advise the Vrakian Taskforce we meet off Quip Island in the Alcona Chain."*

"Aye aye Admiral"

OOC: *Please note OOC post

what the f*** just hapened?

who the hell ordered this nuclear attack?

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For a moment sonar detected something else near the Dyellian submarine, then the torpedo veered off course and exploded. A pair of Tigerfish torpedoes streamed out of the aft tubes, aimed at the Drakonian vessel.

0551 Zulu
IDS Raptor's Talon
North Atlantic Ocean, International Waters
Submarine's Bridge

"Torpedoes in the water," the Operation's Officer informed the crew. "Two headed right for us."

"Fire all, forward tubes," the Captain ordered, he turned to the weapons station. "Countermeasures! All Ahead full."

"Four Away," the Weapon's Officers called in unison. "Two Away."

Four Torpedoes shot forward toward the Dyelli Beybian attack submarine. As two countermeasure also lifted away from the Raptor's Talon. Shockwaves resounded through the water as one of the Dyelli Beybian and Drakonia torpedoes collided and exploded.

"One still incoming," someone yelled out.

"Kill speed and go silent," the Captain yelled back. "Countermeasures!"

"Two more away," a Weapon's Officer yelled.

"Brace for impact," was the Captain final order.

Everything went silent as the crew waited. For a while nothing happened. Those officers at the Sensor stations watched their monitors intently. The entire crew waited.

And then it happened. The torpedo shot by the Alpha-Class Attack Submarine, missing it by mere inches.

"Damn, that was close," the Operation's Officer called out.

There was a collective sigh of relief.

"Wait!" And everything was suddenly tense again. "It's reacquired us. The damn things coming back around."

The Captain's thoughts were lightning, and then he had an idea. "Full speed." His orders shot out in quick succession. "Take us down to ten feet above the ocean floor and close with that other sub."

The Raptor's Talon accelerated to full speed as to torpedo that was targeting it made a lazy turn. As the Drakonian fast attack submarine dove, the torpedo made it's pursuit. It would be close.

0552 Zulu
Task Force Rememberance
South Klatchian Ocean, International Waters
Flagship IDS Imperator

Admiral Ares Kraken stood his usual striaght and tall. He towered over the rest of the crew and had a very impressive physique. He was well feared by those under his command, as he would not have it any other way.

"Sir," the Admiral's Aide approach him. "We are approaching the Glorious Humanity fleet."

The Admiral merely stared ahead. Further unnerving his aide. "Sir." The man's voice was questioning and even more quiet.

"Proceed," was all the Admiral said, but it was enough the aide left to carry out his duty.

The fleet's rendezvoused. Presenting a impressive large number of warships.

Top Secret Communiqué

[Channel: Open - Transmitting]
[Encryption: Active - Polymorphic]

TO: Major General Dyne, of Vyse King of Rogues
FROM: General Aulus Cicero, Imperial Drakonian Military Command
SUBJECT: Troop Deployments

Hold your positions in Drakonia for now until a significant naval force can be organized to facilitate landing in Dyelli Beybian territory. We request that you organize on the western coast line, at Military Base Cliff Keep, just north of Veii.

General Aulus Cicero

[Encryption: Deactivated]
[Channel: Closed]

Top Secret Communiqué

[Channel: Open - Transmitting]
[Encryption: Active - Polymorphic]

TO: Whom it may Concern, East Turkestani Force Commanders
FROM: General Aulus Cicero, Imperial Drakonian Military Command
SUBJECT: Troop and Naval Deployments

Please organize your naval forces at St. Kitts island in the Caribbean. That is where the fleet will be gathering to escort troops to their landings in the Klatch. Troops may land at Veii and gather north at Cliff Keep Military Base.

General Aulus Cicero

[Encryption: Deactivated]
[Channel: Closed]

Top Secret Communiqué

[Channel: Open - Transmitting]
[Encryption: Active - Polymorphic]

TO: Chancellor Flavius, of Aramar
FROM: General Aulus Cicero, Imperial Drakonian Military Command
SUBJECT: Weapons of Mass Destruction

We request that you make no response to any nuclear launchs against Drakonia. Our own Missiles Defense Network, along with air support from Glorious Humanity, and the Scandavian States' space fleet, will protect us entirely from further nuclear strikes.

Also we ask that any naval forces, please deploy any naval forces at St. Kitts island in the Caribbean. That is where the fleet will be gathering to escort troops to their landings in the Klatch.

General Aulus Cicero

[Encryption: Deactivated]
[Channel: Closed]

The crews of the Glorious Humanity ships relaxed noticeably when the Drakonian vessels arrived and joined up with their forces. From the window of his private quarters, Brighton couldn't help sighing too. This would definitely even the odds if the FKC became belligerent.

There was a respectful knock at the door. "Sir," a crewman on the other side called. "Voice call from Naval Command. It's General Hanoway."

"I'll take it in here," he answered, moving to the receiver mounted on one wall. He lifted the receiver from its cradle and waited for the communication to be redirected to him.

"Admiral Brighton?" Hanoway's voice came in slightly fuzzy, but perfectly understandable.

"It's me, sir," Brighton answered. Despite being a woman, General Hanoway was still addressed with the traditional "sir" by most of her subordinates.

"Good. Secure line?"

"Yes sir," Brighton nodded. Every word Brighton said went from his phone to an encriptor on the ship's bridge, where it was given multiple encodings before being fired in bursts up to a sateliete orbiting the planet. The satelliette then sent each burst to Naval Command, where they were decrypted, unscrambled, and sent to Hanoway's receiver. Her words were similiarly encrypted. Anyone who managed to find the burst transmission and listen in would hear only a garbled jumble of disconnected syllables, overlaid with an endless, earsplitting screech of white noise.

"May I ask why you called?" Brighton inquired. He would've expected her to send a text message over the standard lines in response to his request for orders. The secure voice line wasn't used that often, in fact it was used only when the information was deemed of highest urgency.

"I was just getting to that," Hanoway answered. "You're about to have more company. Another FKC fleet joined the ones already massing."

"Jesus," Brighton grimaced. "They intend to pick a fight no matter what, don't they?"

"Well, it looks like this group is forming up to defend the coast, like the others," Hanoway told him. "Satcom's watching them, and so far they aren't doing anything but getting into position."

Brighton cou;dn't help the sigh of relief. "Okay good. The Drakonians have hooked up with us, so we're not totally alone out here anymore."

"Good," Hanoway answered, then continued. "We're sending you some more firepower. Those two new AA destroyers we just purchased, as well as a smaller carrier, another sub, and two cruisers."

"Great," Brighton sighed again. "Carrier got it's own wing?"

"Just a guard force, twenty-five Tomcats," Hanoway answered. "But," she continued, anticipating his next words. "I've already talked to the air force, they're giving us some fighters to join the group. A hundred F-16s sound good?"

"Sounds excellent," Brighton replied, grinning. "Anything else?" The number of F-16s suddenly registered. "Wait, you're not giving us El Dorado are you?"

"Of course not," Hanoway chuckled. "They're still flying nuke patrol over Drakonia, and they aren't going anywhere." She paused, then continued. "The reinforcements won't arrive for six days, but with the Drakonian fleet I think you'll be fine till then. The talks are proceeding, and that's about all I can say on the diplomatic end of this. Talk to you soon," then Hanoway ended the call.

Brighton replaced the receiver, feeling much better now. The extra carrier deck and fighters would help even the advantage the enemy's bigger fleets would give them. Plus, the cruisers' big guns and cruise missiles would add a much-needed extra punch. He was pretty sure that as soon as they arrived there would be enough firepower in the battlegroup for the FKC fleets to think twice before picking unprovoked fights.

Brighton then went to the bridge, to send a message to the Drakonian fleet over standard lines.

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FROM: Admiral Brighton
TO: Remembrance Task Force
RE: Welcome

We're glad to see you. We've been feeling a little lonely out here by ourselves. Reinforcements for us are en route, and that should bring our combined fleets up to sufficient strength to encourage the FKC to hold off on picking fights.

Somewhere in Vrak…

ENCRYPTED – MAX – Vrak Military Net

Vrak Military High Command to Vrak Satcom

-Status?
-Alert Status 1. Uplink with Dukratus complete. Uplink with other FKC 90%.
-Very well. Monitor and feed to CAESAR.
-Understood.

Vrak Military High Command to Vrak Specialized

-Status?
-Alert Status 1. Perimeter established. Bombardment pattern 4 entered. CAESAR link complete. Batteries #1, #2, #3, and #4 ready.
-Continue.

::::somewhere in Kelanthia::::

*Grath comes storming into Darman's office*
Gordon Grath, Kelanthian President: DARMAN! What the hell is going on with the Drakonians?? I thought I gave you SPECIFIC instructions to tell me any time anything happened that might force a general conflagration between Drakonia and its enemies!

Jacob Darman, Kelanthian Minister of Defense: *has a slightly confused look* Erm, Mr. President, I'm afraid I don't know quite what you're talking about...

Grath: *enraged* What do you mean you don't know what I'm talking about?? *hands him a copy of the first AWM broadcast pirated with Kelanthian snoop satellites* If they hadn't backed down from first strike intentions, Drakonia could have been at war with a powerful enemy, and we couldn't have done a damn thing about it until well after the first shots!

Darman: But, sir...

Grath: Shut the hell up! I don't want your excuses! I just want you to mobilize as many submarines from the Fifth Fleet as you can spare, and get them somewhere where they can jump in if necessary but still be as surreptitious as they damn well can!

Darman: *deflated* Yes, sir.

Grath: Damn straight! Now, get on it immediately! Oh, and keep the 5 quick-response divisions ready to sail within 8 hours notice.

Darman: Yes, sir.
_____________________

<<Transmission to Drakonia, Encryption Level 12>>

TO: Drakonian Praetor

FROM: Gordon Grath

RE: Fleet deployment

Sir:
It has belatedly come to my attention that you still face an imminent threat from Axe Weilding Maniacs -- for the lateness of this response, please accept my utmost apologies. In order to provide a token display of our support, a small force of submarines has left Northport and are en route to a location situated far enough away from your shores so as not to interfere with your naval operations or infringe on your territorial waters, but to also be available at very short notice should an attack come. I have personally ordered the deployment of 6 Orca-class attack submarines and 4 Trident-class attack submarines to provide a mere hint of what the Kelanthian Navy is capable of fielding. However, until there is a material threat, it is politically unfeasible to activate any more forces and deploy them to foreign waters. Despite this, know that in the event of war, the might of Kelanthia is at your back and we will not hesitate to rain destruction down on your enemies as we valiantly fight at your side. We await further news from the glorious Drakonian Imperium.

Gordon Grath, President

OOC: I have ungodly homework currently, so in the event of war breaking out when I am not around, feel free to use those 10 subs however you want. I will try and check back often though, cuz you can't do a hell of a lot with only 10 subs and I have a bunch more I can send.....

From: Commander Adams, on the Flagship "Yakuza"
To: Admiral John Doe
Subject: Draconium Imperium / Glorious Humanity fleets
Requesting additional Naval Units, as we have the Draconium fleet on our long-range radar.
There appear to be another 20 ships confronting our position

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As Admiral John Doe read the message from Commander Adams, he slammed his fist on the table in front of him, smashing it beyond repair.
"DAMMIT" he roared, "Give me a DIRECT line to Vrak"

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From: Admiral John Doe
To: Vrak Diplomatic Corps
Subject: Democracy
Democracy is bunk. I hope negotations take a turn for the better.

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From: Admiral John Doe
To: Commander Adams, on the Flagship "Yakuza"
Subject: Sending additional ships
"Exodus" Carrier: 1
"State NGS" Battleship: 2
"Vine" AA Battle Cruiser: 1
"Auckland" Cruiser: 2
"Falcon NGS" Cruiser: 5
"Pursuit" Destroyer: 10
"Rock" Destroyer: 7
"Elven" Destroyer: 7
"Aquarius" ASW Frigate: 10
"Katana" Super Frigate: 15
"Black Knight" Stealth Frigate: 5
"Fishtail" Electronic Warfare Corvettes: 5
Remember: Hold your fire until ordered. Remain on full alert.
Use the Pursuit Destroyers to keep within station of the enemy fleet at all times.

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From: Admiral John Doe
To: Vice-Admiral Wyrd, on the Flagship "Dice" (Zacchary Battleship)
Subject: Re-routed. Find and follow the forces put to sea by East Turkestan
Under your highly capable command you have a number of "Pursuit" class Destroyers. Now is the time to put them to use.
Find their fleet, and follow it.
Do not use force unless fired upon.

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From: Admiral John Doe
To: Grand Duke Sheep
Subject: Home defense
Our home fleet is looking.. Markedly smaller... Permission to increase the AWM minefield

**********
ENCRYPTION – MAX – FKC route: Axe Wielding Maniacs-Admiral John Doe – route complete
**********

To: Admiral John Doe
From: Vrak Military High Command
Subject: Negotiations

Our fleet is too far right now to render assistance. We are sending more land forces. Request permission for deployment of air assets in your land. Please advise on best strategic location for maximum defensive posture. Advise you contact Jiggady to link up for naval deployment. Do not fire unless fire upon. Let the pakrahs make the first mistake.

Top Secret Communiqué

[Channel: Open - Transmitting]
[Encryption: Active - Polymorphic]

TO: Our most honored ally Gordon Grath, President of Kelanthia
FROM: Augustus Drake, Praetor of the Imperium
SUBJECT: Your Welcomed Support

I was most glad to hear of your support. It was the first good news I've heard all day, after the collapse of Isla de Penguinata into anarchy (with nothing I can do to help them). My commanders inform me the situation in Klatch is grave, but negotiations are about to start with the first issue the establishment of an official cease fire (as right now both sides are observing an unofficial cease fire). You people are invited to participate in the Nekoa Bay Negotiations (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=94668), if you so please.

Your submarines can transmit their IFF codes and join the allied naval forces gathering at St. Kitts, if this seem appropriate.

Again, many thanks for your support. We welcome seeing our allies support after this horrific event. My personal thanks.

Augustus Drake

[Encryption: Deactivated]
[Channel: Closed]

From: Grand Duke Sheep
To: Vrak Diplomatic Corps
Subject: Positioning of your Air Forces
As before, you may use any of my resources you feel you need to defend the FKC.
When we constructed our airbases we were aware of the eventual need for allies to use them, and as such, they were designed so as to be able to accommodate over three times the size of our air force.

[OOC: Saudi Arabia a good example of this in the Gulf War. They had a bunch of "shell" airbases - ie, runway, and the allied forces merely used tents - instant air base]

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From: Grand Duke Sheep
To: Air Commodore Samuel Johns
Subject: Vrak Air Force
Kindly offer Vrak all the necessary assistance in this matter.

::::150 miles off St. Kitts, aboard the Orca-class SSN KNS Redoubtable::::

Ensign: Conn, comm - incoming FLASH transmission.

Captain Fred Holmes: Bring it here, please.

*the ensign hands the transmission to the Captain*

TO SUBGRP 10-S
FROM CINCKELFLT
RE OPERATING ORDERS

ORDERS
1 PROCEED TO DRAKONIAN ALLIED FLEET AT ST KITTS; TRANSMIT IFF CODES AS NECESSARY
2 ROE LEVEL 4

Holmes: Damn politicians... we can't shoot unless shot at.

XO: Yes, but its for the best, sir -- we can't have random shots being fired during sensitive peace negotiations.

Holmes: Well, I suppose you're right. Sonar, conn -- do you have the rest of the group moving?

Ensign: Conn, sonar -- aye to that.

Holmes: Engine room, all ahead one-third. Let's get there at a decent time, but not advertise our position to the AWM.

*The Redoubtable and fellow Kelanthian submarines begin to stealthily approach the Drakonian-allied fleet to join them; necessary IFF codes begin transmitting at the optimum range.*

[quote="Drakonian Imperium"]Top Secret Communiqué

[Channel: Open - Transmitting]
[Encryption: Active - Polymorphic]

TO: Major General Dyne, of Vyse King of Rogues
FROM: General Aulus Cicero, Imperial Drakonian Military Command
SUBJECT: Troop Deployments

Hold your positions in Drakonia for now until a significant naval force can be organized to facilitate landing in Dyelli Beybian territory. We request that you organize on the western coast line, at Military Base Cliff Keep, just north of Veii.

General Aulus Cicero


After recieving the transmission, the DDEF moves to the assigned waiting point, to wait for deployment. For now they will train, to prepare to go into battle again.

17 Nautical miles off the coast of AWM a new "Superfly" Corvette was being tested.

On board the RAWMN Force, her Captain Sir McKay ordered both main guns to open fire at the target. As the target was shattered by the shots from the 76mm guns, he ordered the "Force" up to full speed - 42 knots - and then ordered her to go hard-a-port. The "Force" answered to the helm like a thoroughbred, and rolled back to a more comfortable position for the Captain and his crew.

----
From: Captain Sir McKay
To: Admiral John Doe
Subject: Sea Trials
Went off like a dream Admiral. Very little list during high-speed maundering, excellent weapons systems. Perhaps fix a simple sonar system?

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From: Admiral John Doe
To: Grand Duke Sheep
Subject: Fleet Forces
We have over-extended the fleet. I must recall a number of our destroyers to assist with home defence

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From: Admiral John Doe
To: Vice-Admiral Wyrd, on the Flagship "Dice" (Zacchary Battleship)
Requesting a number of destroyers to return home:
15 "Elven" class
15 "Rock" class

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From: Admiral John Doe
To: Grand Duke Sheep
Subject: Home Defence
All 4 Victory class Battleships have been moored as unsinkable fortresses, and have been strengthened so as when firing full broadsides the ships will not break in half. [OOC: Essentially carriers I purchased from a failing nation, and chucked a LOT of big guns on – 15x II/406mm guns. – They only did 5 knots, and were a complete failure, so production ceased. Unsinkable Fortress: Ground reclaimed from underneath the ships, i.e., they can’t sink – They tried with the Tripitz in WWII, but they didn’t manage to do it in time.]

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From: Grand Duke Sheep
To: Aramar
Subject: Your “Encoded” transmission
A nation, such as mine, that does not have Spy Satellites over a nation they are at war with in a geo-synchronous orbit? Ha! You were unlucky that my Beowolf Supercomputers were able to break the encryption in such a short period of time. Normally they take years, rather than weeks.

[OOC: I assume you have satellites over AWM / FKC as well, and you are aware that to destroy one of my Satellites would cause full-scale war]

the Vrakian corridor…

Lines of troop trucks and and railcars could be seen moving towards both the borders of Axe Wielding Maniacs and Dyelli Beybi. It would appear to be at least several divisions of infantry.

Message from General O'Booze to the Drakonian Fleet. Encryption is poor, as usual.

The position is as follows. We are a part of the new revolutionary Army in Dyelli Beybi. This is the entire Fleet of said Revolutionary army. The rest belongs to the Tzar. The military Divisions onboard are also involved in the Revolution and are sorely needed at the front. We cannot guarantee disarmament of nuclear missiles, but we can guaratee that if our army wins the war, they will at least be under the control of a democratically elected Government, rather than a despot as will be the case if Prince Harry comes to the throne. If it is George you will see the country under the sway of a number of self-interested minders. Neither of these will disarm, no matter what they may say to you.
The Papacy might disarm if they take power, but they will also launch crusades, and I'm sure you don't want that to happen.
So it is entirely over to your Government. You can either allow us to pass, or not allow us to pass, which will seriously jeapardise the revolution, which you will find is not in your best interest.
As General I have also been authorised to guarantee some level of disarmament will take place when the war is over, provided the People's Army wins, due to the fact that the NSWP wishes to reroute funding from the military into social welfare and education and also wishes to significanty cut taxes. A Tzarist Government would NOT do this.

From somewhere near the northern eastern Vrak border a caravan of flat bed trucks carrying tanks and old army trucks, some more rust than anything carying supplies and men began moving south.

JDF Encryption, polymorphic
To: Dyelli Governments

As per orders of the Privy Council, we are moving several JDF battlegroups into postion to stop any landing of foriegn troops. We demand that they be allowed full access to the shore regions of Dyelli Beybi, as demanded by the constition. Long live the FKC.

The Offices of Prince George
You may have access to the entire coastline bar that within 20km of the city of Saint Guineford's, we don't want the Papal troops recieving any relief.

The Offices of the People's Army. Encrypted for once.
We give full permission for use of our coast. Bear in mind though that foreign vessels have been given permission to use the port of Jesuitlem to resupply our valiant armies.

Top Secret Communiqué

[Channel: Open - Transmitting]
[Encryption: Active - 128Bit]

TO: General O'Booze, Commander Al Anbar Expedition
FROM: Admiral Ares Kraken, Commander Task Force Rememberance
SUBJECT: Warning

Both fleets will reluctantly be allowed to pass our positions. As of now, we will not fire. Be warned, we will open fire at the slightest provocation.

As for the Imperium's support, it is not my position to offer my speculations. You can be assured the Imperium will issue statements at the appropriate time. Not until then.

You will be allowed to pass, but be warned.

Admiral Ares Kraken

[Encryption: Deactivated]
[Channel: Closed]

From Police HQ in Cyro.
The following people are wanted on charges of treason against the Nation of Dyelli Beybi.

Pope Indolence I
Dougal McGuire, Cardinal of the Djel.
Henry Glawis, Prince of Benjia.
Sheree Glawis, Princes of Benjia.
Prince Patrick Glawis.
Prince Arthur Glawis.
Princess Iseult Glawis.
George Glawis Prince of the Axe.
Lord Flasheart, Duke of St Guineford's and Grand Marshall of the Realm.
Lord Reton Hinoalos, Duke of Alexigrad and Grand Admiral of the Fleet.
Lord Andrew Ooulanga, Marquees du Carabis.
The Honourable Sir George Dashfield, Edling to the Earldom of Brumby.
Godfrey Cawdwell, Arch-Bishop of York.
Lady Katherine Sanders, Countess of Cyro.
Lord Seth ap Adam, Earl of York and the Northern Bounds.
Lady Rachael ap Adam, Countess of York and the Northern Bounds.
Lady Francesca Velasquez, Countess of Quisa.
Lady Rose Palm, Countess of Palmgrad.
Lord Napoleon Bonaparte, Emperor of Vrak.
Lady Josephine Bonaparte, Empress of Vrak.
The Honourable Sir Abel ap Adam, Edling to the Earldom of York and the Northern Bounds.
Lady Chlarissa Bonaparte.

Unfortunately many of the nobility were killed in the initial stages of the glorious revolution, so could not be held accountable for their crimes against the people of the Djel.

A bounty of 2 Million Kronors is being put on the head of Prince Henry Glawis. He is wanted also on charges of Tyranny.

-Francis Crabtree, head of the National Metropolitan Police and Gestapo.


[Channel: Open - Transmitting]
[Encryption: Active - 3Bit]

TO: Admiral Ares Kraken, Commander Task Force Remembrance
FROM: General O'Booze

Message understood. Feel free to fire upon the fleet of Admiral Hinoalos. It is North of our position and Tzarist.

[Encryption: Deactivated]
[Channel: Closed]

The Fllet presided over by General O'Booze moved towards Gibraltar at 20 knotts, keeping as far from the Drakonian vessels as possible.
"We're ready if they attack us?"
"Yes Sir." came the voice of the Ship's Captain. The Rear Admiral had prooved to be disloyal, and had attempted to alert the Tzarists to what was occuring. The Captain had shot him.
"Good. We can't trust these people and we need everyone back home. if Himler's plan is going to go ahead."
"If it fails" Geering piped from beside him, "We will all be shot."

Somewhere in Vrak…

Translated from Vrakian.

-Enter.
-Your thoughts on the Dyellian appeal for aid?
-It changes everything. The probability for meddling from the Imperium or one of their allies has just increased dramatically.
-Indeed. Although they won’t say this at the talks.
-Hmmm. Make sure that our reps in Nekoa Bay are made aware of this new development. As well, Parliament must be informed.
-How are troop deployments coming High General?

[a third voice spoke up]

-So far good. 5 divisions have been sent both to Axe and Dyelli Beybi. The JDF is also supporting them while we activate more mechanized and artillery battalions. More heavy infantry divisions should be ready to go soon. We obviously have to strengthen our southernmost borders now.
-And the fleet?
-Due to hook up soon with Alcona and Hubris. Will coordinate also with Dukratus. Also Kravoli and Remmonlands are active. Still waiting on the status of Rillanon. Once they are activated we feel that Axe should be secured.
-Carry on then.

ooc: This is the third time I've tried to post this today, so if it goes through please backdate it about 8 hours.
IC:
The City of Welles, Dyelli Beybi
The Fasta benjian troops had been hoping to find supplys of water and fuel in the city, being already well supplied with food and ammunition. However, the Dyellian forces actions had ruined the citys water supplies, and there seemed to be no fuel to be had. Troops throughout the city were looting houses and stores, stealing food, valuables and potable liquids.
Fourteen Strike companies were sent back towards Sheffield, where a vast convoy of Trucks was being assembled to top up the rapidly depleting supplies, and rearm the Leeches.
The remainder of the Army reluctantly obeyed the order to advance out into the burning sands of the great desert. The order had to be reinforced with the salamander class tanks Torching the City before the last of the looters would leave, letting the city burn behind them.

The City of Sheffield, Dyelli Beybi, Several hours later
The huge column of matt grey trucks wended their way down the Hills to meet the Strike Companies that would be their escort for the journey across the desert to bath, which would hopefully be in benjian Hands by the time they arrived. The last of the evenings sun painted their hulls a leaden bronze.

Ardmore Airbase, Benj Delta
The air shook with the vibration of jet engines as the Benjian airforce readied its might for the attack on Bath. 20 squadrons of Scalbie Attack aircraft Screamed their way into the skies, seeming to clip the hills on the horizon as they sped eastwards. Three hours later the second wave of aircraft took off, 140 Corvid Escort Fighters protecting 70 of the Falcon Bombers that were regarded as Fasta Benj's elite strike arm. It was nearly dawn by the time the third wave departed the Airbase, leaving the vast complex almost deserted. This last wave consisted of the monstrous "hippo" class bomber aircraft, and It was Hoped they would prove almost unneccesary.

The Hills between Christchurch and Jesuitlum, Fasta Benj- Dyelli Beybi Border
A lone scout aircraft caught sight of the Dyellian Divisions crossing the border and began radioing for help, zooming off in the early dawn light towards Evenhurst airbase. As it arrived it had to Wait for a gap in the runway pattern, crammed full with Platypus and Frogfoot attack aircraft despatched to harry the advancing enemies, buying time for the meager defenders of Christchurch to be reinforced.
"Froggy" class sukhoi aircraft were also being launched from the two carriers sitting in the harbour at Christchurch.

Fjordharbour naval facility, Fasta Benj
It had been four days since they arrived in harbour and Admiral Stevens was getting Impatient. They were completely ready and awaited only the order to set sail for Al Anbar. For the past two days he had been pacing the signals room on board his flagship, the Njord and still there was no word from the Prince. No, that wasn't right, he reflected, his Imperial Bigheadedness was the Tzar now.
Stevens sneered. Just like tzar Henry to forget all about a major military force while he wandered off on a hunting trip. just like his father too, come to think of it.
The unexpected clatter of the telegraph in the corner startled him out of his reverie. he stared at the machine while the Signals officer brought over the flimsey. It was only when his fingers grasped the orders sheet that he realized what had happened. They had their orders at last.
His grin faded, replaced by puzzlement as he scanned the orders. They were to set sail all right, but the target had changed.

Beqoia Harbour, Grenadine Islands
The Crews of the Benjian Submarines relaxed on the dock. It had been two days since they arrived but still noone had came to inspect them. Most of the crew didn't mind, welcoming the chance to drink, smoke and swim in the sun. However, one of the midshipman on board the Revenge was begging to be allowed to fire a missile to remind the drakonians of their existance. So far Captain Wilkes had sensibly ignored the youngsters demands but the day was getting late and the three bottles of finest Chaquan kirsch were dulling his senses.
"I'll give 'em till tomorrow mornin and then you can play" he told the midshipman.

El-Sokob, Dyelli Beybi, North of Bath.
The laagered forces of the Benjians appeared limitless next to the small cotton farming village. The report had come through that by noon tomorrow the supplies would have caught up with them, and the attack on Bath would begin that afternoon.
Edit= fixed tzars name. :oops:

The JDF battlegroups moved south, in most cases armored vehichles ran forward to protect the massive convoy of moving trucks and personel. They were in constant communication with command as they moved towards the coast...

In the far North, 3 Divisions of Legionaires had detached themselves from the fortresses along the Vrakian border and were making their way South steadily.

On the East shore of the Djel, close to Bath, an old airbase had found itself in reuse. Bridges North and South of the city had been destroyed for miles. The best fighters in the hands of the People's Army had been lined up on the runway, read to fly at a moment's notice. Rows of tents showed where the pilots had been camped due to lack of enough proper accomodation.
The radars in Bath scanned the sky as the last of the people from the Shanty town were hurried inside behind the fortifications. Bulldozers were busily flattening the shanty in an attempt to starve the Benjians of potential cover.

The forces in the South pressed on towards Christchurch, as the bomber squadron neared on the city, "Right, remember the orders men." came the voice of the squadron leader, "Targetting factories, power supply, municipal buildings and the wealthy quarters of the city. Victory to the proleteriate!"

In the Centre of Bath some of the Generals of the Revolution were gathered...
"OK so what do we have here?" the man who appeared to be in charge asked as he leaned over a nap. All of the Generals, including the Communists were now in field gray uniforms. They now actually looked like an army rather than a motley collection of Revolutionaries.
"Well Sir." one Major General said, pointing to a point on the map, "This is Bath, as I am sure you can tell from the name tag..."
The Field Marshall glared at him, but his tone didn't suggest mockery, so he let him continue.
"This line here is our trench system that swings in a North West line from the city to this selection of pyramids, where we are heavily fortified...for obvious reasons."
The Field Marshall nodded, "How far away are the Legionaires?"
"They're still a little way off, but they should arrive in poosition some time after the Benjians launch their assault."
The Field Marshall nodded again.

On Official Letterhead of the Republic
The Institution of Slavery has long been a pat of life in Dyelli Beybi, at least while under Tzarist rule. However we feel that this cannot continue if we are to create a truly democratic Socialist State. As such, as of today the institution of slavery is illegal in the State of Dyelli Beybi. All people found owning slaves are liable to have all property seized by the state as well as the imposition of a maximum fine of 2 Billion Kronors and imprisonment for up to 40 years.

The death penalty is also now undergoing restrictions. The death penalty will now only be applied for the crimes of High Treason and Espionage. It is our intention to abolish the penalty completely once the current war is over.

-The People's Revolutionary Council

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In Gestapo Headquarters a pair of men in Sinister leather coats were looking over the proclamation, "It means we'll have a lot of unemployed freed-slaves with no livelihood." one warned.
"They'll all join the army." the other replied.
They snickered.

0823 Zulu
Beqoia Island
Grenadines, Drakonian Imperium
Admiralty Bay Naval Base

Morning, Beqoia Bay. The sun rose on another tropical day on the Caribbean island. Most of the Fasta Benjian sailors enjoying the local hospitality had not even awakened when the Inspectors arrived where the foriegn Ballistic Submarines were moored.

The Fasta Benjians had been afforted every luxury the beautiful tropical island had to offer. Given rooms in the resort hotels, they had been given able to swim in the Spanish Maine and enjoy the local scenery. Ticeala sales had gone up considerably and it seemed that the foriegn sailors were really enjoying the island hospitality, even if the Drakonian authorities had apparently been to busy to turn their attention to them.

But, now the Inspector's had arrived. The word quickly spread.

The man in charge was a Colonel Charles Boone. He approached the commander of the Benjian and Dyellians Ballistic Submarine forces. "Sir." He saluted the commander. "I am here to oversee the disarmament and disposal of your nuclear weapons."

He gestured to a woman behind him. The woman stepped forward and it was quickly apparent that she was a civilian. "This is Dr. Taryn Lionheart. She is the leading atomic phycistist in all of the United Emirates. Formerly she worked on our own nuclear weapons program, before it was cancelled. More resently she has revolutionized our Nuclear Power Techology and come up with some amazing atomic applications in Quantum Physics." Her resumé was impressive.

The woman smiled. "Interdimensional Quantum/Atomic Relationships to be more specific." She extended her hand to the commander to shake. "We've set up a lab for the Disarmament of the warheads in town. That is why we are so late. It took a while to get the proper equipment shipped out."

1009 Zulu
Task Force Punishment
South Klatchian Sea, International Waters
Supercarrier, IDS Wyvern

The massive supercarrier, IDS Wyvern, sailed forward quickly approaching the combined Glorious Humanity and Drakonian fleets. The carrier and it's Battle Group had been shadowing the Dyelli Beybian fleet all the way from Al Anbar, as an escort home, and now would be meeting up with the Drakonian forces in the region.

Commodore Alexis Stone turned was her position watching the next patrol launch off the deck of the huge capitol ship. "Inform Admiral Kraken of our arrival," she ordered a nearby officer.

Commodore Stone was a contriversial naval commander who had, to be put mildly, a unique career in the Imperial Drakonian Navy. She had excessed in small task force manuevers showing brilliant naval tactics that quickly gave her a reputations for being an unorthodox commander. She quickly rose through the ranks and it soon became apparent that Alexis Stone had a knack for Carrier Tactics as well. She did not like commander the more unweildy Carrier Battle Groups and prefered small lighter strike forces.

Nevertheless, she had been assigned a special assignment by a treacherous admiral. The command of the supercarrier IDS Wyrm. What had resulted, now was refered to as the Tainted Waters (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=78295&) incident and the events there of were never brought to light. In the end a Drakonian Heavy Cruiser was destroyed and the supercarrier serious damaged.

It appeared Commodore Stone's career would end, but the treachery of the admiral that had given her the orders was discovered by her superiors. She was saved, but her career was still tarnished. She had hoped to be able to exonerated herself by her action in Al Anbar. Now she was here, off the coast of Klatch, where it appeared the largest naval battle in the history of the Imperium might just take place.

Tensions were high and the arrival of further Drakonian support, was very welcome by the outnumbered Glorious Humanity and Drakonian ships.

An aircraft is spotted on radar leaving one of the Glorious Humanity Super carriers, about 450 Miles off the coast of Dyelli Beybi. Immediately the task force springs into action:

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From: Commander Adams, on the Flagship "Yakuza" ("Vine" AA Battle Cruiser)
To: Glorious Humanity Super carrier
Subject: If your aircraft comes within 25 Nautical miles of my fleet we shall take it out. Dare you risk war?

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A few minutes later
From: Commander Adams
To: Glorious Humanity Super carrier
Subject: RECALL YOUR AIRCRAFT NOW!

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Within seconds of the message to the Glorious Humanity Super carrier
From: Commander Adams
To: Admiral John Doe
Subject: Aircraft from Glorious Humanity heading toward us, 30 Nautical miles out. We will fire within 25 Nautical Miles

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Another few minutes later
From: Commander Adams
To: Glorious Humanity Aircraft
Subject: You are too close to our fleet. Happy Landings.

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Same time as the message to the Glorious Humanity aircraft
From: Commander Adams
To: Admiral John Doe
Subject: Aircraft within 25 Nautical Miles. Opening fire


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From: Admiral Joh Doe
To: Grand Duke Sheep
Subject: Problems with the fleet
Glorious Humanity has launched aircraft at the Yakuza, and her escourts. Commander Adams is lauching Sea Dart missiles at the target

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Onboard the Flagship "Yakuza", Commander Adams launches 15x Sea Dart missiles at the incoming aircraft, and orders a "Superfly" corvette ("Star Force" Captained by Lieutenant Baker) to the position (has a speed of 41 knots). The Aircraft Disappears from the radar.

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Ten minutes later
From: Lieutenant Baker
To: Commander Adams
Subject: Downed Glorious Humanity aircraft
We have searched the area. And found. Well. The crew will be having Geese for dinner tonight. An excellent strike Sir, but well off the ball. We found 3 missile tubes floating on the water [ooc: don’t know if this actually happens, but.], and from this, the large number of feathers (I have a new Goose down pillow!), and the rather dead Canadian Geese floating around, I would be guessing that we have over-reached ourselves.

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About half an hour later
From: Commander Adams
To: Lieutenant Baker
Subject: I am afraid I must requisition that pillow.
Dammit. Return to the fleet at once. If you are lying to me I shall have you SHOT.

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From: Commander Adams
To: Glorious Humanity Super carrier fleet
Subject: Hostile Aircraft
It seems we have taken down a squadron of Canadian Geese. We have far more than we could ever eat. Would you like to send a delegation to come share in our feast?

[OOC: This invitation is also extended to the Drakonium Imperium commanders]

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From: Commander Adams
To: Admiral John Doe
Subject: No aircraft that we can paint on the side of our missile batteries. A large number of Canadian Geese though. Have invited some Glorious Humanity crew to come and dine with us on the “Yakuza”.

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From: Admiral John Doe
To: Grand Duke Sheep
Subject: Fleet Problems Resolved
Commander Adams has had a rather successful shoot. He has now fed the men of the "Star Force" - a Superfly Corvette". Please send this message to the diplomats in Nekoa Bay.

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From: Admiral John Doe
To: Commander of the Glorious Humanity fleet
Subject: Regarding the "Yakuza" firing upon an aircarft
Was not an aircraft. Was a large flock of geese.

The Radio crackled to life in the office of the Admiral onboard the Sevastopol as it lay anchored off the coast of Cyro

"Err Sir. We have the enemy on the line."

The Admiral sat up, in his chair he grabing the microphone, "Well put them on."

"Right away Sir."

There was a brief buzzing, then "Hello?"

"This is admiral Saddler...is this a message of surrender?"

There was laughter on the other side, "No...let us put it this way. Your ships are short on ammunition, practically out of fresh food and water and I suspect a number have run out of fuel. We have all that, but you can't get to it, because even if you did storm the beaches with your crews, you'd be horribly outnumbered....we're calling to say that when you surrender you will be treated well. We're already building a prisoner of war camp to hold your crews."

"Curse you." Saddler yelled, but the line was already dead. They were marooned here. If they left they would leave half their vessels stranded. The People's Army held all the cards, and they knew it.

The bridge of the Humanity was on high alert, with all hands on battle stations. Weapons were powered up, countermeasure systems were online and ready, and the crewmen manning the radar consoles were fidgeting nervously as they watched for movement. Admiral Brighton paced around the bridge, checking weapons readiness, reading over the shoulders of his radar men, and periodically looking at the large tactical map in the center of the bridge, where current fleet deployments were shown.

"What are they talking about?" he muttered. "We didn't send anything at them! What the hell-"

"Sir!" His comm man, Ensign Sal Harding, spoke up. "Another message from the AWM."

Brighton rushed over to the comm station, reading the words as they unfurled across the screen. Finally he shook his head. "You have got to be kidding me..."

"No joke, sir," Harding replied. "This is what we just received."

Brightong turned and addressed the crew, keeping his voice grave for maximum effect. "Well, it appears a most tragic event has occurred. The AWM has launched its defenses, and a flock of Canadian Geese paid the ultimate price for flying too close to their ships. The AWM fleet has asked if we'd like to join them in a roast goose feast."

There was a long silence, then very quietly, some of the crew started to snicker.

"I think it would be a nice gesture to accept the offer, but before that I think a moment of mourning for the valiant geese is in order."

More snickers, and now muffled laughter.

"Thus, let us all bow our heads and offer up prayers for the souls of the departed honkers," Brighton finished, then bowed his head.

The rest of the bridge did as well, but exactly one second into the moment of silence Harding dissolved into laughter. His guffaws unleashed a tidal wave, and for the rest of the "mourning period" the entire bridge crew was convulsed with mirth. Many had tears in their eyes and were pounding their consoles as they whooped and laughed, and two radarmen fell out of their chairs. Though it all, Brighton kept his head bowed in fake solemnity, and his straight face only spurred the crew into even greater laughter. Finally Brighton raced his face, and joined with his men in the mirth until it finally subsided.

"I don't think I need to order red alert stood down," Brighton said to Harding, "but I will anyway. Tell the rest of the fleet what the AWM shot down too."

"Yes sir," Harding was wiping tears of mirth from his eyes as he broadcast the order to the strikeforce. "And what message should we send AWM?"

Brighton grinned. "Tell them we'd be happy to partake in the feast. Ask if it's safe to send a helicopter with some men."

"Yes sir," Harding went to send the message.

Brighton looked around. The laughter had done wonders, in just a few minutes reversing days of stress and tension in the bridge crew. They now moved around with a spring in their steps, and their eyes once again sparkled with life and vitality.

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To: Commander Adams
From: Admiral Brighton
Subject: Your excellent shooting

We would be delighted to have some goose, and we thank you for the offer. It's nice to see someone in this mess being friendly. When should the delegation be sent, and is it safe to send them by helicopter? We wouldn't want any more errors, although the marksmanship of your fleet could likely score us even more fowl for the feast. We shall be awaiting your response.

Warmest regards,
Brighton

*On board the "Yakuza" Commander Adams nervously paces his bridge*
A young Signalman brings the message from Admiral Brighton regarding the feast they have onboard in the freezers.
"Sir, it seems Admiral Brighton has accepted our offers"
"Excellent"
"Have you received any messages from those darned Environmentalists yet"
"No Sir"
"Good"

As the Signalman turns and returns back to his station, Commander Adams reaches for the bridge telephone and speaks with the Galley staff.
"Regarding those Canadian Geese"
"Yes Sir?"
"It seems that Admiral Brighton of the Glorious Humanity fleet has accepted our invitation"
"Pray make the necessary arrangements. And find my number 1 uniform"
"Yes Sir, we shall get right on it"
"Excellent"
*click*

[ooc: If there *ARE* any environmentalist nations watching in on this, please complain about the carelessness of my crew]

The Commander sits back contentedly in his chair, and thinks about the occurrences during the past couple of days. He starts to make plans regarding the delegation from the Glorious Humanity fleet.


From: Commander Adams
To: Admiral Brighton
Subject: Delegation
A helicopter will be fine, but make sure you use IFF code 8, we shall launch a Sea Snake helicopter to meet you. We shall meet you about 50 nautical miles out from the "Yakuza". If you have any Favourite drinks, feel free to bring some to add to our feast! We currently appear to be a little low on drinks of the Alcoholic variety - We only have copious amounts of rum. We look forward to seeing you in say, 1and a half hours time. Good Flying
Adams

City of Christchurch, Fasta Benj
The air across the city seems to ripple as debris lifts dreamlike off the city roof tops. glass faced office blocks shatter outwards and terracotta villas crumble into dust. an estimated 30,000 have been killed. More info as we recieve it.
you have been watching Fasta benj News, a fox subsidiary.

Jesuitlem
"So all these men are prepared to die for their country, and are under the full expectation that they will?"

"Yes Sir. Asolutely Sir."

"And none of them know the plan yet."

"Not one of them, they just know we're sending them in where they are unlikely to return."

"Good. Make sure it stays that way. We can't have word of this leaking out."

GHS Humanity

A Chinook air transport lifted off, escorted by a pair of F-16s, and flew towards the AWM fleet. The F-16s were an honor guard, and they made this clear by flying slowly, broadcasting the required IFF signal, and staying well high enough to be spotted by AWM radar.

On board the Chinook were Admiral Brighton in his Class A uniform, several other officers also in formal dress, and a couple members of the bridge crew who had won a drawing to see who got to go along. Also riding along was a crate with various alcoholic drinks. Several wines, a couple liquors, and two jugs of a wicked home brew one of the crewmen made were all headed for the feast. Technically, Glorious Humanity ships were not supposed to have alcohol onboard, but Admiral Brighton had long ago learned how to slip these things past Hanoway.

When they reached the appointed meeting place without incident, the F-16s turned back and headed for the carriers.

2010 Zulu
Combined Glorious Humanity/Drakonian Fleets
South Klatchian Sea, International Waters
Battleship, IDS Imperator

"Those Trigger Happy, No Good, Sons of a--," the Captain of the Imperator swore.

"Captain." The Admiral's voice was stern.

"They bloody nearly started a shooting war," the Captain shot back. "Over a flock of Geese!"

"Sir." The ship's First Officer appeared. "Now they want to offer us some of the dead Geese for a meal."

The Captain was now additionally irate. "Now they want to offer us some dead Geese to eat!"

"Captain," the Admiral scolded again. The look in his eye shut the Captain up quick. Admiral Ares Kraken straightened his tall frame. "Responded to the AWM fleet," the Admiral ordered his voice ice cold. "Tell them that as a State of War exists between our two nations and as there is no official Cease Fire, we cannot accept their offer."

The First Officer did not move. He continued to stand waiting for the rest of the order.

"That is all," the Admiral informed him, his voice still granite.

"Yes, Sir." The Officer was gone.

The Admiral shifted turning slightly in the direction of the Imperator's Captain. "Maintain full Fleet Alert, continue preparations. Constant air patrols."

"Yes, Sir." And then the Admiral too was gone.

*On the bridge of the "Yakuza"*
Commander Adams smiled as he heard that the Sea Snake [Helicopter] had met up with the Chinook safely, and as he wandered past the Radar operator, he affirmed that they had the two F-16s departing back toward the Glorious Humanity fleet on radar. Quickly he ordered his crew into their Class A uniforms, and to prepare for boarding. As his crews lined up, he checked the ready status of the main guns, preparing for a full 12-gun salute to Admiral Brighton when he landed. As he read the message from Admiral Ares Kraken he swore bitterly. So much for thanksgiving. I will have to give them a reason to be thankful. He ordered all ships in the AWM fleet to resume full Red Alert status, barring the "Yakuza".

*Flying above the AWM fleet*
The pilot of the Sea Snake had safely met up with the Chinook, and as he spoke over the radio informing Adams of this, he noted the size of the helicopter would cause the crew problems on the Heli deck. As he landed, the chinook quickly dropped down, and the willing crews started to carry the "Drinkies" down to the main Officers' Mess

*On board the "Yakuza' after Brighton landed*
As Adams heartily welcomed his counterpart, the ships' piper played his merry tune, and as one the crew saluted. The Commander was quick to point out the large missile batteries that took down the feast they were about to find below decks, and as he clicked his fingers as a signal to the gunners, the guns roared out their salute. Brighton, kept his face impassive as he and his Delegation went down to the Officers' Mess

Quickly, they became astonished, as the saw the massive tables groaning with every kind of food imagianable - including a large Butter sculputre of the Fallen Madonna with the big Boobies by Van Klomp [ooc: nobody likes marge!]. The Admiral's eye Opened as he was shown to his seat, as the merriments began.


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On the bridge, the signalman quickly sent the message earlier composed by Adams to the Admiral of the Drakonian fleet.
To: Admiral Ares Kraken
From: Commander Adams
Subject: Cease Fire
As there is no officially sanctioned Cease Fire between our two nations shall I prepare my fleet to run your into the ground. Remember I have all the chips.


[ooc: spelling may be out]

Top Secret Communiqué

[Channel: Open - Transmitting]
[Encryption: Active - 128Bit]

TO: Commander Adams, of Axe Weilding Maniacs
FROM: Admiral Ares Kraken, Commander Task Force Rememberance
SUBJECT: Warning

Prepare all you want, I will give you one warning. Underestimate us and die.

Admiral Ares Kraken

[Encryption: Deactivated]
[Channel: Closed]

During the great feast, Commander Adams quietly excused himself, and read the message he had just recieved from the Admiral commanding the Drakonian fleet.

As he read the message, he started to laugh. He quickly made some discussions with the First Lieutenant abord the "Yakuza", discussing how ny action should take place.

As the First Lieutenant left smiling, the Commander returned to the banquet, in a much better frame of mind. He then started discussing the recent state of affairs between AWM and Glorious Humanity, as though nothing had happened.



[ooc: Nothing has occured between AWM and Glorious Humanity, or between Drakonium Imperium and AWM. As you shall see in later posts
Remember kids: War is fun!]

Throughout the night the B2 "Flying Wing" bombers droned on steadily toward their target, invisible to the radar. As the first bomber lined up on the IDS Imperator, the other 2 quickly formed either side.

As soon as the packages had left the B2s, they quickly dived slightly (to build up additional speed), and swung back toward AWM.

Silently behind them, the packages gently floated down on webs of silk. Packages containing roast Goose, and a few white flags.

As the bombers passed over the AWM fleet, a short message was sent to the "Yakuza" telling Commander Adams of the successful drop.


[ooc: Im expecting you to do such things as lauch missiles etc at my B2s. The food / flags didnt take up much weight, so these things are packed with chaff and flares. And their return trip took them over the Drakonium fleet, and then over the AWM fleet. So my Vine Battlecruisers should assist in taking out missiles. Anways. My plan has ended - see above post]

Brighton was keenly aware of the fact that he was sitting at a table opposite the commander of his enemies, but he still enjoyed himself. The willingness of AWM to hold a get-together like this boded well for the possibility of a peaceful resolution to the conflict.

The feast was delicious. Everything tasted wonderful, and the alcohol, which flowed freely, helped wash everything down. Brighton was careful not to drink enough to become fuddled, but his men were not paying as much attention. One of his lieutenants at the other end of the room was singing, accompanied by a couple of AWM officers. Their voices were horribly off-key, and they were singing two different songs. One Brighton recognized from his homeland, he guessed the other was from AWM. The two songs were not actually clashing as much as one might expect.

Adams and Brighton discussed a lot of things, mostly politics. Politics, after all, were what had given them the reason for this feast in the first place. Brighton explained Glorious Humanity's position, that the reason they were here was because of the nukes. They hoped for a peaceable resolution now that everyone was willing to stop shooting large bombs at each other. Brighton also asked Adams to convey his complements to the cooks who had prepared the exquisite meal.

Out in the deep blue…

Admiral Killamo aboard the VNF Boarhunter paced about like a caged tiger.

“Any word from Dukratus or Alcona?”
“Not yet sir.”
“Damn! Have the crews run through their drills again. Begin combat patrols.”
“Aye aye sir!”

The Vrakian corridor

More railway cars loaded with men and equipment could be discerned as they approached the northern Dyelli Beybian border.

Broadcast by Socialist Television
...And in further news George Dashfield, Earl of Brumby was assassinated in Agua Pura, capitol of the pro-Benjian Tzarists. This marks the end of the Dashfield Dynasty, with Sir George being the last of the family.
Sources from within the city say that at 8 am this morning, George Dashfield emerged from his residence on Empire Way, where he was met by a man concealing a revolver. He was shot 6 times at close range in the chest. He was rushed to hospital but pronounced dead on arrival.
Acting Chairperson of the People's Revolutionary Committee, Denise Laroque had this to say, "We are very displeased by this assassination. Sir George was to be held accountable for his crimes in front of court, but now this will prove impossible. We urge those factions within Agua Pura to cease paramilitary activity and to await the coming of the People's Army."
The killer is still at large.

2201 Zulu
Combined Glorious Humanity/Drakonian Fleets
South Klatchian Sea, International Waters
Battleship, IDS Imperator

"What the hell!?" The Operation's Officer was livid, he turned to the Battleship's Captain. "Sir, I'm tracking what looks like several stealth bombers."

"What!?" Now the Captain was livid. "They wouldn't dare!"

The Admiral turned. "Battle Stations. Prepare the Fleet for Battle."

Military Protocol and Training kicked the Captain into action. "Yes, Sir." He gestured to his officers, who quickly went to work.

"Antivate Anti-Air Defenses," the Captain ordered.

"Order fleet to launch Cruise Missile strikes at AWM targets," the Admiral piped in.

There were several "Yes, Sirs."

A Minute later as the Bombers reached their target, a wave of Cruise Missiles shot into the air and arched toward AWM. Their targets were AWM Weapons of Mass Destruction Launch and Production Facilities. As the packages rained down on the Battleship, they were torn to shreds by anti-air fire from the Gatling Cannons on the Imperator.

It wasn't until after the remains of the roast Goose and White Flags had been torn to shreds by the ships Gatling Cannons that the crew realized what had been dropped.

"Sir," one of the Officers spoke up. "Crew reports that the remains of roasted poultry and what appears to be white fabric are falling to the deck."

The Admiral suddenly knew exactly what Commander Adams had bated him into.

"Those bloody--" The Captan remembered the Cruise Missiles. "Sir, the Missiles!?"

The Admiral cut the Imperator's Captain off. "It's too late now," he informed his subordinate. "Those fools have ended the cease fire, unofficial as it was."

"Sir, we just recived an odd phrase from the Vrakian Fleet...I think they missed the message about the location to meet up..."

"Fine, send it to them again, using JDF codes"

[Transmission, JDF Code 772
To Vrakian Taskforce moving South]
We repeat, fleets converge inside of Grand Passage before heading through Squall straits into theater.
[end Transmission]

GHS Humanity

The instant the missiles launched alarms screamed on the Humanity's bridge. Reacting quickly, the crew shifted to their battle stations, weapons and defenses online in a matter of seconds. Captain Nathan Blesskany, acting in Admiral Brighton's stead, rushed onto the bridge.

"What's going on?"

"The Drakonians just shot off a bunch of missiles sir," Harding, the comm man, replied. "Jesus, and their anti-air is going nuts too."

"Radar?" Blesskany turned expectantly towards the consoles.

"Tough to get a lock on what they're shooting at, sir," Kelly Manheim, the radar chief, said. "Wait, got 'em... sir, they're B2 bombers, bearing AWM identifications."

"AWM?! What the-" Blesskany cut off in shock as he realized that his CO could be in very real danger. "A surprise strike while the feast is going? Of all the underhanded-"

"Sir!" Manheim cut him off. "We've got reports of what they dropped. They weren't bombs sir."

"What were they?"

"Packages of roast geese sir, and white flags. The Drakonians appear a little confused," Manheim said.

Blesskany however, understood immediately. This was a stunt. Anytime two large forces faced each other, especially in a tense situation, some clown on one side or the other felt the need to pull a stunt, sort of a "we see you, and we touch you" thing. Most of the time, the force on the receiving end of the demonstration took it in stride.

Drakonia had not taken it in stride.

Blesskany groaned. "Brighton's got his sat phone, doesn't he?" When Harding nodded the Captain sighed with relief. "Get him on the horn, tell him what's happening. I don't see any way to salvage this, but if Brighton can get home or talk to the guys on the other side we may avert more shooting. Goddammit we're supposed to be on cease fire!"

The whole bridge crew watched through the bridge's large windows. In the darkness, it was hard to make things out, but the shooting had stopped. Faintly in the starlight, the contrails of the launched missiles formed black lines in the sky.

"God help us," Blesskany breathed. "Any God help us..."

High above in the BRAF R/B-70 observing developments..
"Holy shit!"
"You're damn right holy shit. Command are you live on the sensors?"
"That's an affirmative Eskimo 2, we're as puzzled as you to what hell is going on. We're trying to get satellite and sensor data from the fleet, but they're probably still out of range. Stay on station for now."
"That's confirmed Command, Eskimo 3 out."
The cockpit was quiet for a few moments before the co-pilot spoke.
"Mad bastards."
"Yeah, that kind of shit in a situation like this? Mind you, they do warn you in their name I guess."
"Should be changed to axe weilding bugfuck crazies."
"Haha. I dunno, you reckon we paint that on a bomb and take the detonator off?"
"I've heard worse suggestions."

OOC Is there a sane nation in the FKC? and if so where is it hiding :P

Outer Command Bunker, Overlooking the Squall Straits
"Sir, it appears AWM has launched...a picnic attack using their B-2's."

"Damn, well why?"

"Their part of the Empire, remember they 'add' lead to their water..."

"True..well what has the response been..."

"Lots of counter measures and a few anti-ship weapons..."

"Damn, see if we can kick that Vrakian fleet in gear about meeting us..."

"Yes sir,"

OOC: I think we (Alcona and Hubris) are perfectly sane...Although if not us then perhaps L.O.W...wait well they are sane. Just really not nice.

[ooc: AWM, SANE? Bah!. Me, SANE?. Bah!. Who would actually want to be SANE? Bah!]
*On the bridge of the "Yakuza"*
Vice Lieutenant noticed the massed Cruise Missiles fired from the Drakonian fleet, and the AA missiles headed toward the B2s

Quickly he spoke to the Captain of the other "Vine" AA Cruiser - the "Bird" - and ordered that he look after the bombers.

He slammed his hand down on the console and launched a full salvo of Sea Dart missiles, and as each of the 200 missiles sped toward their individual targets, on the bridge of the "Bird" they were having greater problems. One of the B2s had been hit, but before the rest of the missiles could become a problem, the "Bird" had launched her missiles, taking out any threat to the bombers.


*The Great Feast*
An aide rushed to the side of Commander Adams, and informed him of the situation - Drakonia taking unkindly to the "packages". Adams smiled, and laughed. He is trying to fire cruise missiles OVER us? The silly man. [ooc: The "VINE" AA cruisers can launch ~200 Sea Darts per minute - They can hit missiles, Planes, Skimmers, and Bombers with horrible accuracy. At 40 Nautical miles] Is the submarine force ready? The aide nodded. Yes Sir. Excellent.

The Commander turned to Admiral Brighton and quickly explained the situation, and once again reiterated that AWM has no policy regarding its status with Glorious Humanity - noting only that AWM's leaders have continually stated that Glorious Humanity has no place in the war.


*Sitting under the water, near the Drakonium fleet*
The 4 "Snark" submarines had been sitting stationed for months, quietly waiting for any news, long before the war between AWM and Drakonia, and as the captain heard the news, he quickly alerted his men.
[ooc: You wont spot these. They are on the sea bed, and have been for some time. They are invisible to passive radar, and they have special equipment that makes it VERY, VERY, VERY difficult to spot with active sonar. Besides, they are out of range] The men of the "Snark" Submarines quickly started preparing the Shikval2 torpedoes.


*Near the DB coast*
The 6 "Auckland" cruisers quickly spotted (and took out) the remaining cruise missile, and then headed for open sea, carefully navigating through the Dyelli Beybian Minefield, ready to back up Commander Adam's taskforce, just in case.

*The 2nd Fleet*
Commodore Jefferies laughed as he heard the news. Drakonia breaking the unofficial Cease Fire? Because of TURKEYS? He laughed. Set course for Commander Adams's task force, he may need us.

*Aboard the "Yakuza"*
Commander Adams quickly reiterated to Admiral Brighton that he would be able to leave any time he chose, and told him that any crew member would show him the way out [ooc: I'll leave you to decide whether Brighton leaves...]

[ooc: So you spotted my bombers BEFORE they dropped their packages? Exactly what type of Radar are you using. Kindly note, Space-Age tech is not allowed. As earlier noted, by DB. Also, what missiles are you using? Some have great difficulties hitting bombers...]


edit: Added sane thingie

Admiral Killamo looked over the Alconian message.

“Maximum speed captain. All ships. Converge on the Grand Passage and then link up with the Alconians. Tell the Forlorn Hope and Mountain Shaker to proceed ahead along with some destroyers”

With a roar, the aircraft carrier kicked it up to 32 knots. The two nearby battleships proceeded to outdistance the carrier.


OOC:

My dictionary defines "sane" as: "of sound mind; not mad". Can't think of many in the FKC that are like that. Well, Terran Sphere is a nice enough dude. :D

OOC: Fasta Benj Sane? who me? I'm not sane to begin with, and then I decide to roleplay a country of well, Benjians and we all know what that means...
IC:
Christchurch, Yesterday
It appears rumours of the destruction of the city have been exaggerated somewhat by Fasta benj's somewhat sensationalist news network. Hospital records show a mere 261 dead and approximately 800 wounded, rather than the thirty thousand reported. property damage is estimated by the mayor at around 2 million kronors, and by residents at around 80 trillion kronors. In other news, Fasta benj Television today announced a special treat for christmas viewers, an episode of the famous Christofian show, slaughter of....*Urk. (At this point reporter was ran over by a bus)

Ash Harbour, Fasta benj, an hour before dawn
A lone figure in the torn and bloody remnants of what had once been an elaborately formal hunting costume crawled onto the cold black and grey sands of the beach, dragging an unmistakeably broken leg behind him, leaving a trail of blood glistening on the silt. He propped up a tall piece of scrap Iron, with a flag bearing the letters S.O.$ in blood in the ground, then passed out beside it. He would have mere hours till the Oxyaenas found him...

City of Bath, Dawn
The Fasta Benjian aerial force had arrived at the city miraculously unharried by the dyellian airforce. The pilots faces were grim beneath their dark grey flying helmets, realizing that it had all been stored up for The last few moments before their attack. (OOC: I'm assuming they weren't harried because you never launched fighters to go after them, and its been a few RL days now.)
The cheap but reliable scalbie aircraft dove towards ground level 30km from the city limits, pilots squinting slightly against the rising sun. 3 out of every seven aircraft sped low over the city, looping around it clockwise before heading back across the city centre. The boxy looking aircraft with their slightly squared wings seemed scarcely more than rooftop level, though nearly 500m up. The other aircraft in each squadron followed, 750m behind and 500m higher up. Every Copilot scanned anxiousley for signs of enemy resistance.

Fasta Benj - Dyelli Beybi Naval border, 7:00/8:00AM local
The Fleet was as close to the land as the captains dared, able to see the waves breaking on the low and rocky cliffs by the border. The Destroyer captains had disobeyed orders in synch, in order to rain heavy firepower upon the Dyellian troops again despoiling Fasta Benjian soil. Shells from guns ranging from 130mm to 320mm had rained upon the dyellian forces for nearly an hour before the admiral had been able to convince the fleet to move on. A horde of Patrol boats of various classes escorted the fleet beyond the timezone change that marked the official border at sea between the two countries. Some of these patrol boats could be seen probing the minefield to ensure the fleet did not stray into it, but most hugged the shoreline, the tiny vessels leaping over the swells like dolphins.

City of Bath, 10:00AM local
The remaining Scalbie aircraft could be seen departing the smoking city by the pilot of the lead corvid, drinking in the limitless visibility provided by the cloudless desert. Hopefully they had left the air defenses in tatters, but there was only one way to test that....
Seargent Smackleson thrust foward on both the throttle and the flight stick simultaneously, sending his aircraft plunging towards the dyellian aircraft ahead at speeds in excess of mach two. Carbon fibre panels slid open beneath wings and fuselage, exposing the "St Catherine" Radar guided missiles he had chosen to mount for this mission. His copilot calmly informed him that the rest of the corvids were following suit. Smackleson's grin at Sergeant Hafflewith's always calm demeanor was still there as he watched a heatseek missile flash past the squadron, fired by some over eager rookie in a different squadron.
While the 140 corvids engaged the Dyellian fighters the main part of the second wave approached the city, travelling well below maximum speed, owing to the under 200m altitude they were flying at. None of the Falcon crew particularly wanted to be thrown into the desert sands by a wind gust at supersonic speeds. As soon as the citys roofs could be seen in the haze ahead the squadron lifted slightly, making a single high speed pass over the cities northwestern segment, stittching a continuous trail of bomb blasts behind them.

Off the coast of Jesuitlum, midday
The Fleet slowed to recieve a helicopter bearing Tzar Henry himself, who was escorted onto the Radio room of the frigate he had alighted on. Two radio transmissions were recorded and then broadcast on a repeating loop, one on a general unencrypted band, the other on dyelli Beybian naval orders channel with a displacement 3 encryption (for D read A, for E read B etc.)
First transmission
To All Nations using the port of Jesuitlum. We mean you no harm, and will not fire at you unless fired upon. please remain in port until this convoy has gone past, and joined, hopefully peacably, with that of Prince George.
Second Transmission
To My Fellow heir of the Royal house of Glawis, Tzar George of the Axe and Dyelli Beybi. I agree with you wholeheartedly in that we should employ welsh law in these unsettled times. If you allow me to pass your fleet unmolested I shall recapture the cities of Cyro and st guinefords for you, and open their naval storehouses to your fleet. I would Be required to keep a small military presence at cyro for the duration of these problems with the {expletives deleted for next 15 minutes} Socialists, but after that would be glad to hand over the country to you, asking only for the cities of York, Sheffield and Agua Pura to hold in memory of our father. I wish to site His Grave at York you see, and require the others in order to bring up the neccesary materials.
to Any officers of Tzar George. Please pass on my message to the tzar, and allow my fleet to pass. you must be low on naval supplies by now, and require the port to be taken. I have with me the force to do that.

Bath, Midafternoon
70 hippos opened their bomb bays high over the south of the city, scattering bombs over the city and much of the surrounding area. This done, they turned for home, moving as sluggishly as ever.

River Djel, North of Bath, Dusk
After a slightly longer than anticipated wait the replacement supply convoy had arrived safely, and the Benjian force had been resupplied. The Order was given to begin the attack, and 150 leech type missiles loaded with high explosive, and a further 53 with tactical nuclear warheads left blazing trails of fire over the massed forward rush of armoured vehichles. The louse class tanks had elevated barrels to maximum as they advanced, and were firing wildly at the city. Even with all the complicated targeting equipment, under these conditions at maximum range there would be no chance of aiming for a specific target. A few broken down vehichles were left behind to guard the leech launch units, aided by the logistical division. The TRV assault vehichles easily outpaced the rest of the force, and plunged headlong towards the outer ring of defenders, XC1 chainguns spraying death at the antitank positions around the city. Many of the vehichles sported riders, volunteers from the mechanized infantry, issued with standard flame projection units to clear the positions as the armour overran them. In the first 5 minutes of the charge seven men fell off and were crushed by the tracks of their makeshift transport.

Bath. 10 AM Local. General disorganisation in the Communist camp had led to fighters not being launched earlier, but upon aproach the sky was immediately filled with aircraft (OOC: The reason I didn't post that I was charging out to intercept is because I did not intend to charge out and intercept. I intended to carry out a battle over my own AA positions.)
Within half an hour the Communists had managed to put the following into the air.
Su-47: 12
MiG-31: 120
Su-27: 120
Dassault Mirage 2000C: 120
MiG-29SMT: 132
MiG-25P: 240
In excess to this 432 SAM sites were dotted about the city

(OOC) Please don't run on the assumption that there was no resistance.

North of Bath. On the aproach of Benjian Forces, 3 Divisions of legionaires had moved into position in the North, dragging in their SHTURM Self-Propelled Anti-Tank Guided Missile Systems. All in all some 97,200 Legionaires were in the general vicinity, 1,458 130mm anti-tank guns, as many M777 155mm Ultra lightweight Field Howitzers and 438 SHTURM.

In excess a further Division of Armour was positioned to the North of the city with:
Merkava Mk 3 Main Battle Tanks: 412
Leclerc Main Battle Tanks: 1,091
Ariete Main Battle Tanks: 747
AAV-1 Scout Tanks: 900
AFV5m3 Anti-Aircraft Vehicles: 900
T10M Heavy Battle Tanks: 450

The use of tactical nuclear weapons had served to tear a huge breech in the city walls, something which had not been expected to take place for some time. It had also inflicted horrendous casualties on the infantry holding the wall as well as huge amounts of danage to the city. Civilian casualties were estimated in the 100s of thousands. The outskirts of the city itself were totally undefended, although heavy artillery fire was being directed from the Eastern bank of the city where the 100 Adolf Hitler Mobile Artillery had been Stationed. Most of the Army was positioned in Makeshift camps spread across the Eastern banks, and thousands of troops were poured into the city, armed to the tooth with more than their fair complement of rocket lauchers, flamethrowers and mortars.

To the South of Bath another Dyelli Beybian Army flung itself into the field, heading North towards Welles at full speed with the goal of cutting the Benjian Army off from reinforcements. It was made up of a further 3 Divisions with 52,380 combatant infantry.
T90 Main Battle Tanks: 270
T80 Main Battle Tanks: 2,250
AAV-1 Scout Tanks: 1,008
AFV5m3 Anti-Aircraft Vehicles: 1,728
T10M Heavy Battle Tanks: 504
ASCOD Tracked IFVs: 4,320
M777 155mm Ultra lightweight Field Howitzers: 105
G6 155mm Self-Propelled Howitzers: 52

A further force of 2 Armoured Divisions crossed the River near Agua Pura moving to cut the Benjians off from the pro-Benjian forces in the North of the country. This compromised the following forces
T80 Main Battle Tanks: 4,500
AAV-1 Scout Tanks: 1,800
Crotale NG Anti-Aircraft Vehicles: 1,800
T10M Heavy Battle Tanks: 900

(ooc) Before I post up any detailed lossed I want to know exactly what is doing what. I don't know what compromises a Fasta Benj company. I know you don't know what compromises a Division which is why I have written it all out.
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Onboard AH-12 in Bath
"That's a f----ing nuclear missile the Benjians launched"

"Sergeant, what are you doing?"

"Loading the ammunition Sir!"

"Why are you loading a nuclear capable clip?"

"They fired nuclear weapons at us, so we fire them back. Says so in the scriptures Sir."

"Not this time. We are under orders. No nuclear weapons, no matter what the provocation."

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On the Coast by Christchurch, the Dyellian forces had lost some 30 odd vehicles, fleeing inland at the first sign of incoming fire.

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In response to the calls to Jesuitlem a SCUD missile was launched with unerring innacuracy at the Benjian fleet. Some two dozen submarines were also put to Sea. All bar one, the 'Tench' were the small but very quiet diesel electric 'Kchlosk' class.

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The Fleet of Cyro were becoming hungry and bored with the endless waiting. Right up unto the point where a 200mm artillery shell ripped the brige off the 'Leningrad', a Battlecruiser.
Admiral Saddler picked up his phone, "Do we have your full attention?" the voice at the end asked.
"We'll blow your docks to tiny pieces you $#$*%@!!" the Admiral shrieked down the phone.
"If you do." the voice replied calmly, "Then you will have no supplies, and you will be totally out of ammunition, and we have a fair few boats in the river....but we have a proposition for you... it involves some 12 Million Kronors."
The Admiral took a few calming breaths, "I am listening."

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To: Tzar Henry
From: The Office of Tzar George
This seems reasonable at this point. Although once Cyro is yours we ask that we stop and negotiate exaclty what will belong to whom once the war is over. I am notifying my Fleet as we speak to give no resistance to yours as you enter the waters by Cyro.

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In Saint Guineford's, Pope Indolence was hiding in his bunker. The Battle had been dragging on for days, and no side was moving from their well held positions. A Bishop entered carrying a piece of paper and bowed, "Message for you your holiness."

Pope Indolence was lying on his couch watching a cheap pornographic movie, "Who is it from?"

"The People's Army." the Bishop moved over to where Indolence was lying, handing him the message.

Indolence frowned at the Paper, "It says 'It's time to die, fat pig.'"

"Yes Sir." the Bishop nodded, then shot him twelve times. Outside another mini-rebellion was taking place.

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As night fell the glimmer of Saint Guineford, or more the repeated series of explosions in the distance, guided O'Booze's army and fleet home. O'Booze himself had taken a quick helicopter journey to Cyro, then had returned, mainly because it looked like if he stayed here there would be less fighting less quickly.

"Do you think there will be much violence?" Captain Geering asked.

O'Booze nodded, "I expect so. It's a real war Hans...but at least we'll be shooting Benjians, and everyone knows they're sub-human."

"The Prince is a Dyellian though." the Captain put in.

O'Booze looked at him sternly, "Yes, but being Benjian is a state of mind. It's the complete unpredictability that characterises them. They're mad, the lot of them. The Prince may have been born this side of the hills, but he thinks like one of them. The sooner we're rid of them the better."

OOC: I was expecting to take losses. but you didn't say what retaliation you were taking and I didn't want to wait another few days before the second wave arriving. you'll note I said the remaining scalbies.
Also, fasta benjian companies were listed as to contents earlier on this thread. I shall recap in the OOC thread (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=83990&start=240)

the city of Bath, Dyelli Beybi, shortly after Dawn yesterday
(OOC: yes this means in the midlle of my last post)
The Scalbie Fighters were being shredded by the dyellian fighters, only 20 aircraft carrying Air to Air missiles. Many of the pilots broke and ran for the safety of Fasta Benj. before long all 20 squadron leaders were lying dead in the city outskirts, the river Djel or the desert sands. They had done their best to fight off the dyellian aircraft but were grossly outnumbered. Only 43 Scalbies with the decoy configuration still flew above the city, and a mere 17 with the attack munitions. The decoys pressed as close to the ground as possible, hoping to lure SAM fire rather than aircraft attacks. The other seventeen fought for their own survival in the sky above, barely able to keep a watch for surface to air missile fire.
They were engaging any Dyellian aircraft unlucky enough to pass their nose with the 30mm guns mounted each side of the nose, but were mainly dodging the enemy as best as they could. After they were forced to return, their mission still mostly uncompleted, only 29 aircraft still flew.
a further 14 had already fled to safety, where a disciplinary commitee awaited them.

Later....
Sergeant Smackleson's grin grew wider as he engaged the Dyellian fighters. They might be outnumbered more than three to one, but not one of the enemy fighters could match his craft. He was flying a corvid escort fighter, capable fo tearing through the air at mach 2.25, giving the same radar crosssection as a plane half its size and with vectored thrust enabling it to turn sharper than most other aircraft. He could feel the forces of G pressure even through the water filled flight suit, swinging his aircraft round to his chhosen third target. As the nose swung past the third of the 12 catherines wheel missiles roared away, hailed by the amazing Hafflewith by the drawlred comment "three away"
Each missile had a range of nearly five kilometers and moved like lightning as it screamed towards the enemy aircraft. one shot per target was the plan, then return for any that managed to dodge.
Below the Dogfight the bombers openmed to Full throttle, streaming chaff and glowing flares behind them from the still open bomb bays, each of which had carried 8 4000lb bombs. The bombers roared at maximum speed towards Axe pass, where they would reload for their next mission.
Off Jesuitlum
OOC: your subs are screwed. I have 15 cuttlefish to your tench. *sniggers
IC: The massive amounts of Sonar gear on board the Fasta benjian submarines detected the Kloschk class with ease, and sent a SHKVAL torpedo at each of them as they came within range. The crews then settled down to the hard part. they had heard of the Tench class of submarine, and were reasonably sure they could detect one if it came close enough, or dared travel above 10 knots, but they could not yet be certain if one was in the area. The admiral expected to be met by a wave of them straight away, and was amazed none had yet been picked up. the tench was faster than their own cuttlefish, but carried less ammunition, and may not have the AA fittings. No sign of the scud was ever reported by the Fasta benjian fleet after its initial radar appearance, leading them to presume the Orca arrays had worked.
The rest of the fleet continued on its way, hoping they would soon hear from the commander of the oother tzars navy.

(OOC: been trying to post this for a couple hours, damn forums...)

::::Presidential Mansion in Sarion, Kelanthia::::

*Grath is enjoying a state dinner with several ministers and the diplomats from the official Trinium Hydroxide delegation. He is in the middle of a particularly good cut of filet mignon when a dark-suited aide brushes up next to him and whispers into his ear.*

Aide: *in a whisper* Excuse me, Mr. President, we have a situation. The Drakonian conflict may have just ignited into a full shooting war.

Grath: *splutters* Blurgh... *swallows and clears throat* Wha... what the hell??? I thought this was supposed to be stable!

Aide: *glances nervously at dinner guests, who are by now staring curiously at Grath* Sir, we can't discuss this here -- you need to come with me immediately. If we are getting involved in a major war, you need to be secure.

Grath: I understand. *turns to table* If you will excuse me please, I have some urgent business to attend to. Jacob and Bill, I need you to accompany me, please.

*Grath stands and begins to leave with the aide, and Defense Minister Jacob Darman and State Minister William Sedworth follow as well as the small group is joined by 6 special forces troops as bodyguards. The men head to the motor pool in the back of the mansion, and within minutes are headed to the private presidential airfield to be airlifted to a secure location to direct the Kelanthian response to the new developments.*
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*Along the way, a functionary gives a briefing to Grath, Darman, Sedworth, and a small gaggle of various military leaders.*

Grath: Well.... damn.

Sedworth: *nods* That's about right.

Grath: *looks around* Suggestions?

Darman: Well, we can't actually retaliate until we get permission from the NDA leadership. Any overt military action needs official sanction, and we can't reply with force until we have the OK.

Grath: These are our allies, damn it! We can't just sit back and let AWM get away with instigating a major war! There has to be something we can do!

Darman: We can send a message to the Drakonians, and we have the 10 subs in the area. We can go ROE Level 2 with them -- that will let them attack anything that the skippers deem threatening. We can't go to Level 1 yet -- that's unrestricted warfare, and we can't do that without NDA sanction. We just need to wait for a little bit.

Grath: Fine. Do whatever you can, and put some pressure on the NDA to get that sanction and get it fast. Bill, what can we do on the diplomatic front?

Sedworth: Well, send a message to AWM and allies condemning the attack, and send a message explaining our predicament to Drakonia. That's all we can do at this point.

Grath: I want those messages out within the hour. Also, Jacob, I want you to start readying the fleet and air force for action. As soon as we get NDA sanction, I want us ready to move.

Darman: I'll get on it.
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<Diplomatic Transmission To Drakonia; Encryption Level 12>

TO: Drakonian Praetor
FROM: Gordon Grath
RE: Attacks by AWM

Honored Praetor:

We have been informed of the treacherous attacks by Axe Weilding Maniacs, and we are right now readying military forces to aid you in any way possible. However, a small problem has come up that may delay Kelanthian aid. As a member of the Non-Democratic Alliance, we are bound by alliance regulations regarding getting into armed conflicts. We will seek official sanction for this action as strongly as possible, and hope to gain this permission as soon as possible. I will not mince words -- there is a small chance that we will be denied permission to enter with our military. In this unfortunate eventuality, we will offer passive and moral support to the best of our ability and capability. We only ask your patience in dealing with this small amount of beaurocracy. Until then, we wish you the best of luck in this noble fight.

Signed,

Gordon Grath
__________________________

<Diplomatic Transmission To AWM and allies; Encryption Level 12>

TO: Axe Weilding Maniacs and assorted allies
FROM: Gordon Grath, President of Kelanthia
RE: Attacks on Drakonia

To whom it may concern:

Kelanthia wishes it known that we condemn the recent attacks in the strongest possible terms. We support the Drakonian Imperium fully, and wish it known that we intend to defend them in any and all ways necessary to preserve their sovereignty and national honor. We ask you to reconsider the opening of hostilities, but if you will not back down, be prepared to face the wrath of the Kelanthian armed forces.

Signed,

Gordon Grath, President
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*The Kelanthian air force and navy, already under heightened alert, begin making final preparations and getting ready for foreign deployment. The sprawling naval yards at Northport and New Athens are buzzing with activity, as literally hundreds of warships, support vessels, submarines, and patrol boats rig for deployment. The air force, already at a high readiness level, begin flying combat air patrols with full wartime weapons loads and bomber crews are sleeping under the broad wings of their planes, ready to go at half an hour's notice. Army units are activating and heading to ports to load up onto Ro/Ro ships. The massive Kelanthian Arms Conglomerate, under request from the government, has ramped up production of munitions of all types. Kelanthia is readying for war...*

*In the sea near the Drakonian-allied fleet, the 10 Orca-class submarines receive FLASH transmissions giving them permission to fire on anything they deem to be a threat, even if not directly fired at first. The skippers all order their torpedo tubes loaded with Swordfish III high-speed torpedoes and begin waiting for further orders, while watching their passive sonar screens for anything that might constitute a threat.*
(OOC: submarines are not moving or maneuvering, so they won't be making hardly any noise.)

EDIT: clarified something.

Somewhere in Prince Henry's quarters a long forgotten archaic transmitter begins beeping. The rusty machine suddenly comes fully to life as a stream of paper spews from a port on the top of the transmitter. Then as suddenly as it came to life the transient machine again was restored to its previous state of paper wieght.

Upon close inspection by anyone of Henry's followers the transmition reads:

Secure Connection 411646 established
Communique commencing from General Phillip Plank
Location, forests of mainland Jiggady

My liege Prince Henry, first let me state that I am in full support of your claim to the throne of Tzar. This may be odd to see such a communication comming from Jiggady, I have not been in formal contact with my superiors however, I can assume the measures they are taking with this situation. I will let you know that I have been planning to break off alliegances with Jiggady for some time now, and supporting your cause will be most beneficial to both myself and you. The position this gives you is opportunity to launch attacks from mainland Jiggady. If you are not familiar with the state of affairs here I can say that the mainland is hardly populated especially back in the dense forests where we are, aside from a series of military outposts. I am in command of one of these said outposts, officialy known as Outpost Number 5. While I have the feeling that this outpost may no longer be entirley secure, I can mobilize the significant forces under my command at a moments notice to your aid. However, the utmost security must be kept in this matter, I feel that the higher ups in the Jiggady government have already suspected my plans to ceceed, we can still keep them guesing as to where I am as to not bring down their force onto your movement.

I humbly await your reply Tsar Henry,

General Phillip Plank

OOC: oh yes and for more history on the actions of plank here is this link

http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?p=1754406&highlight=#1754406


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Somewhere in the Jiggady city of Caira

Felix Majar had always been a peacefull minded individual, a middle of the road working class family man. And of course Pias to the fullest extent. But after a string of hard times, basic religeous devotion wasnt enough and the answer suddenly fell into his lap as if predetermined by the holy God. Pope Indolence I. claiming rights to the papacy citing corruption from the pope in Rome. Felix had been unsure at first of this rash claim to such a devine position however, upon thought it all had made sense. God had made him fall upon hard times because he was following a faith guided by the corrupt Roman Pope, Indolence was a savior and the true man to claim the title. Felix knew he was now charged with a devine mission, to take to the streets of Caira, the only religeous city in Jiggady, and show others the light.

Sitting in the small boat Felix remenised on how he first got started in all this so many months ago. As a holy prophet spreading the good word of Pope Indolence. There were now roughly seven thousand other holy prophets of Indolence, as they have started calling themselves, and now the time for action was upon them. Their holy leader was trapped in the middle of a conflict between pagan unbelievers and it was their duty to come to his aid.

OOC: all in reference to the small Jiggady population that in previous threads converted to follow Indolence

OOC: Jesus f***ing Christ, what a hairball. You FKC folks are enough to drive any reasonable person insane.

OOC: Jesus f***ing Christ, what a hairball. You FKC folks are enough to drive any reasonable person insane.

OOC: On behalf of the FKC, we thank you for your compliment! :)

"Kelanthia
*In the sea near the Drakonian-allied fleet, the 10 Orca-class submarines receive FLASH transmissions giving them permission to fire on anything they deem to be a threat, even if not directly fired at first. The skippers all order their torpedo tubes loaded with Swordfish III high-speed torpedoes and begin waiting for further orders, while watching their passive sonar screens for anything that might constitute a threat.*
(OOC: submarines are not moving or maneuvering, so they won't be making hardly any noise.)
[ooc: As such, Kelanthia has not conferred with her allies, either Drakonia, or Glorious Humanity regarding a reversal of the Rules of Engangement. To me, this means that I can do whatever it takes to keep my men safe. As Kelanthia's actions are not sanctioned by Drakonia, or Glorious Humanity, my actions toward Kelanthia are not in any related to the Glorious Humanity / Drakonia conflict, AND AS SUCH, my actions taken to negate this threat have no bearing on what these other nations may, or may not do in retelation.
If, Kelanthia decides it wishes to reverse its decision to Fire upon any threat, then this action will not have been taken. If Kelanthia does decide to continue with this course of action, then nothing will have changed

*Sitting under the water, near the Drakonium fleet*
Aboard the lead sub "Matter", the hydrophone operate called silently to his Submarine Captain, Vice Admiral Reed, regarding a faint ping he had spotted on his long range TB23 Sonar system. Quietly the fleet turned toward the echo, and moved forward, dead slow, with full listening watch. Silently the crews loaded all 6 forward tubes with SHKVAL2 Torpedoes [ooc: ASW, 115 knots, 15 degree turn. Sub soup anyone]. As they moved closer, they picked up another few echoes, quietly the submarines crept forward, under strict orders to keep silent. They stealthily snuck around the Drakonian fleet, before coming in on their targets - as they got within range, they suddenly found that they had not one, but 10 enemy submarines (discovered on the Tamir5L systems), quickly they discussed their plan of attack and proceeded to carry it out. The Captain of the "Matter" ordered a full strike, a minimum of two torpedoes to strike at the enemy submarines, and then a full 180 degree turn, and launch the two rear tubes. As they fired, and quickly turned they could hear the crashing of bulkheads behind them caused by the SHKVAL2 torpedoes hitting their targets. They knew that their engine sounds would be muted by the noise, so they went to full speed - 28 knots, and made for the safety of the Dyelli Beybian coast, hiding in the minefield.

[ooc: Equipment being used on submarines: (sonar - 170b - active, Tamir5L - active, TB23 - active, BQR15 - passive, USSR4t - active), and they also use "Soft Blade" systems - Russian designed things, muffles engines, and WLR8, hides sub from active sonar, destroys them at very close ranges, and also the Brick Game system. Crappy sonars dont stand a chance, good ones, are going to have "problems".]

[ooc: You mentioned fire at any threat without being provoked, right. Well, if such is the case, i needed your subs out of the way, as i had a taskforce coming in]


Within minutes of the submarine strike, the battleship force "Top Gun" quickly moved behind the Drakonian forces, and continued around the FKC, before meeting up with Adams Task Force.

In the commanders office, really nothing more than a rusty metal shack at the edge of the Vrakian "Nef" the phone rang.

Bill Abrams, JDF Bomberwing 8 picked up...
"What...where...Yes sir, Ah I understand Sir, Yes we're to use the anti-equipment...yes...I understand sir...Yes...I will remain in converstation with JDF battlegroups on the ground..."

25 minutes later the ready strike group launched into the air, guided by targeting computers linked to a few defensive satilies over the central Klatch...

ooc: woohooo Ive been classified as Hairbrained by an imbecile. Dont worry I am a huge stooges fan and am not making personal comments towards anones character, lest I again be threatened ooc. anyways im just looking to throw another wrench into the plot by bringing back a general whose story I started ahwile ago but then left off.

IC:

Quiet this beast has been for years, considered tame because of the short leash it had been affixed to by the master who had grown complacient through years of peace. However, this beast was no tame creature it was an enlightened one, willing to appear submisive and subservient it has only been growing hungry, hungry for what all beasts of that size want, power. Generals are fickle creatures, much like beach bodybuilders who must insist upon measuring the size of their endowments whenever a scantily clad woman figure walks by. They need to show up one another with their military conquests, if one negotiates a treaty with a potential advisary than the other must take the land of an enemy. Since this is the case, when Generals are not allowed to flex their military power they grow anxious and feel that they are being misused, their potential building up inside with no means to induldge, much like the teanager for whome abstinence is no longer a choice.

Yes this beast has been quiet, building in anger over its short leash but as all masters must learn; when you do not feed the beast it will turn its head towards its previous owner and smile.

General Phillip Plank was smiling as the Sabra Battle tank rolled through the dense forest along the hastily created path. Standing up through the hatch, like Caesar through the streets of Rome, Plank stared ahead, anticipating what was beyond their boarders; his victory in aiding Tzar Henry, his probable ally. It would be easy, The prince was gaining more and more support to his faction and Plank turned his thoughts to the future. Finally he was going to see action after being hidden away in the forest outpost for too long by complacient Generals who had unfortunatly been his superiors.

Soon Plank knew they would regret their decisions concerning his advisements on using him to his fullest ability. They had not wanted to start war, but war would be comming to them sooner than they would want and he would have a nice section of Jiggady carved out for himself. The Illustrious Empire of Plank, the military assosiate of Tzar Henry and Dyelli Beybi.

The rumbling of the hundred tanks following him further to swell his pride, they were heading off to hopefully secure their alliance with the Tzar and upon confirmation these woods would be swarming with more life than it had seen in centuries. Plank could see nothing but victory in his future, he had gone thorugh the stages of dying and had come out a new man, if Jiggady wasnt going to have respect for his abilities than maybe another nation would find use for him.

The beast rolled on.

The Benjian Fleet, approaching Cyro
"urgent call for the Tzar sir."
"alright midshipman, I'll go revive him from the bar"

Tzar Henry awoke blearily in the wardroom of the Falconsnake. A lieutenant of the benjian Navy was Slapping him repeditively across the face.
"Wazzat? whu? Where am I?" The Tzar moaned, shooting the officer in the head with a pistol for insubordinashon. (sic)
"You're on the Frigate your Majesty. We have a call for you from Parliament." replied the captain, unfazed by the mess on the floor.
"It appears our key has persuaded them to see reason."
"exshallent!!"

A still drunken Tzar was escorted to the communications room of the vessel, where he vomited on the encryption officer before being connected to the line holding a very impatient and frustrated fasta benjian Chief Key.
"Your Majesty. let me say this first. We're stuffed. The FKC has placed us under full attainment."
"Wassat mean then?"
"Did you not even read the F**^&g constitution? we sent it to you eight times for approval!"
"you can't yell at me like thaaat. i'm da Zar. Aren't I?"
" Not for much longer" said the key, hanging up in disgust.

Admiral Stevens took the news a lot better.
'I guess this means I should inform the Georgians that we won't be attacking Cyro after all.' he thought.
The Fleet turned around almost as one, a few patrol boats and one frigate continuing on towards Cyro, while the rest decided to land at jesuitlum and await the FKC officials.

Bequioa Harbour
"does this mean we have to go home? I don't think the Drakonians would like that. I suppose we could always defect..." The assembled crews looked thoughtful. less than an hour later a senior commander was looking for a drakonian official to deliver their statement of defection to.

Christchurch Command HQ
"The Hell with That! like we're going to sit here and let those dyelli beybians loot the city. The Tzar told us what they do with small children!"

Bath
No Benjians were able to respond to the keys repeated phone calls, being too heavily engaged in fighting on the city borders. The push had reached the Dyellian lines and fighting was spreading along the line as the front grew wider. eventually the key gave up, needing to contact the other officials

Squeegleton. SWC
Earl Largo Goeth put down the phone.
"Men" he began "we have to consider most of the fasta benjian government and military rebels. The Tzar may be already dead and the keys have been seduced by that filthy communist Tanaka. The security and honour of our country falls upon us."
"Do we fire your Grace?"
"No, but ready the weapons while I find a tv crew"

The Coast of Jesuitlem
The Kchlosck had been advancing fairly spread out. Four moved into range and were destroyed. The remaining Captains fell into a panic and the other 7 dived straight down to the seabed where they settled. The tench fled, but after a couple of moments the Captain realised his ship was far better designed than the others in the vicinity, and began to move south in a loop he hoped would bring his submarine around and into the side of the Benjian fleet. He hoped for the sake of the other Captains they had not been noticed, which was likely, they had been far off and Kchlosk, while poorly equipped in most respects, were notoriously hard to pick up on passive sonar.

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Bath
The Scalbies had proved little match for the Dyellian planes who had simply swamped them with numbers. All up some 18 fighters had been downed in the engagement, 10 MiG-25, 5 MiG-29 and 3 Mig-31.
They had managed to knock out 37 SAM sites, in excess to the 73 lost during the bombardment of the city.
The Corvids had prooved problematic, with many the older fighters being somewhat outclassed, however the sheer volume of Dyellian aircraft served to hinder the attack. All up though a further 55 Planes ( 21 MiG-25, 9 MiG-29, 9 Mig-31, 9 Mirage and 7 Su-37) went down in flames before the battle was over.
A furhter two SAM sites were hit during the bombing run, leaving only 320 still active. what was left of stationary guns on the Western walls were obliterated in the run with only 1 single gun still working. Several hundred more infantry were killed or wounded leading to a confused mass of soldiers in the bomber's wake as the original defenders fled while reinforcements arrived. 30 tanks were also lost including 8 Adolf Hitlers which made very tempting targets due to their huge size.
As the city began to settle the hunt for downed pilots began.

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From: His Highness, Tzar George
To: His Highness, Tzar Henry
Subject: Fleet
I have notified my fleet that the aproaching one is friendly. It is commanded by Admiral Saddler, he is highly trustworthy. Unfortunately he is practically out of ammunition so has been unable to put a propper bombardment of the Cyro ports into place.

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From: The Offices of the People's Revolutionary Council
To: All Concerned Nations
Subject Axe Wielding Maniacs
We strongly condemn the Actions of this Rogue State. They clearly are not acting in the interests of the FKC, Dyelli Beybi or indeed themselves.

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Cyro
A fresh Division of soldiers was ready to go. They were not the best trained, although many were recruited straight out of the police, which under the Tzar had been nearly indistiguishable from the military, but they were well armed. The factories had been working overtime but now were running low on steel and other essential materials.Meanwhile...

Alexigrad
Huge amounts of depelted URanium and steel were making their way into a warehouse. Security around the warehouse was tight, but nothing came out, despite the steady flow of material into the plant. Whatever the Communists and NSWP engineers were making was big...

To: All Military Units of Fasta Benji
From: The Office of the Privy Council
Landgravine Hubris.

All military forces are to halt immediatly. I will personally take control of all military forces in Fasta Benji and the nuclear weapons programs of Dyelli Beybi.

Somewhere in Dyelli Beybi

General Plank smiled, "All JDF forces this is a Jiggady military envoy moving in through the east to secure forces loyal to the Tzar. Our battle groups are in need of any reconisance that you can provide."

Plank clicked off the transmitter and looked over to Hackett, "Find me anyone JDF forces or the damned Socialists I want to spill blood."

"Yes General Plank," Hackett swelled with pride and consulted their mobile battle stations. He began coordinating with the 5 battle groups moving to converge on occupied cities, each one with orders to rendevous with the Tzar's forces and engage oppositional forces as seen fit.


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OUTPOST NUMBER 5, Jiggady

McCloud boarded his hummer assault truck, he would be taking point of the last battle group to leave the outpost 15 heavy sabra battle tanks, 6 soviet T-80's, 250 troops, along with a 3 apache chopers.

His orders were to head through Jiggady to the cost and cross the boarder there, and McCloud knew his mission was an important one, Jiggady forces were not expected to be moving up the coast line and they would be able to easily catch anyone off guard.

However, unfortunatly for the recently promoted McCloud who was too wrapped up in his thoughts of victory he was the one caught off guard.

Two wings of Skyhawk fighters swooped down upon the unsuspecting convoy, strafing tanks buildings and men. McCloud jumped in his seat as the fighters roared by, and he fell from the truck as the bomber wings followed in on their attack runs immobilizing nine tanks. Paniking men began spraying fire into the air uselessly at the fighters and bombers who were preparing secondary attack runs.

As if the situation wasnt bad enough for McCloud, he lifted himself from the hard ground in time to see the outpost doors blow open, followed by waves of men who took up flanking positions and poured fire into the already confused troops. Several had managed to regain their composure and turned to fire back against their countrymen and comrades of the Jiggady national army.

((OOC: AWM, I was typing a short ooc reply to you and it turned into a longer one, so check the OOC thread (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?p=2289622#2289622) for comments on your attack. I will post losses and damages once we iron a few things out.))

OOC: Jiggady I need a post about the make up of your battle groups
Since the JDF is made up of all States some of my characters will have non-alconian nationalties...

IC: The wind was cold, and out of the south. The young Major listened to the radio and then replied.

"Ah this is battlegroup Tango Tango Five, we are 15 Km inland from the coast, about 65 klicks west of your border. I should note that we have the coastal road from Jiggady to Cyro under our guns. Have not seen much in the way of action...nor Tzarist forces this far West. Tango Tango Five out..."

The Major, who was born in Terran Sphere years ago looked around at his troops, tanks, and the several heavy guns they had logged over the sands to get here. "Hey, Macali...aren't you from Jiggady?"

"Arg...."
"Well, we have some of your fellows on the horn. I'll let you deal with them next time..."

OOC: Alcona, ill put iit n the occ thread so this doesnt get too bogged down with such info

IC:

Off the Dyellian coast:

The old whaler was limping along like a wounded duck. But it was the best Felix could manage on such a small budget, the reformed christian prophets, as they called themselves, were not a very wealty group rather made up of low life citizens in need of guidence. Felix had to admit he was surprised they had gotten this far in their quest to support the holy pope indolence. The ships pumps were working well into overtime to keep her afloat, and Felix had wisely taken them along a course flirting with the coastline in case any tragedies fell upon them.

They were just about past Jiggady waters when the horizon came to life. In the distance masses of massive ships could be seen on patrol of the waters surrounding the Dyellian coast.

"Holy masterfull God, those ships are big." Felix said aloud to no one in paticular as several large cruisers noticed their presence and began heading towards them.

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The Supreme Chief of State's plantation, somewhere in Jiggady

Archimedes, bounded up into his lap and curled up into a ball perfectly at ease with the world. jiggady stroked the fine fur of the fox as he stared out the open air doors of one of his offices. Life couldnt be better for him, he was twenty five and in charge of a plentaful nation far removed from whatever war was going on in the FKC. He was on the verge of nodding off when his office suddenly came to life as several of his highest advisors rushed in.

"What in the damned name of God do you want?" jiggady snapped, causing Archimedes to become startled from his sleep.

General Claudius Maximus, Minister of State Xander, and several others stood facing him, they knew it was unwise to rush in on jiggady like this however, the news was far to important to wait.

"Sir, this conflict in Dyelli Beybi is growing more extreme than we thought." Maximus spoke as he took a seat.

"What then General? I sent out communications to nations that if they tried to get to involved our navy would step in. The Lord High Admiral has assured me that we are on temporary terms with these foriegn nations. I have the JDF report right here, they are activating in order to reign in Tzar Henry. I must say I think Drake ended up a good choice to send to the privy council."

"jiggady, if I may we have known each other long enough, you may remember the minor situation with General Phillip Plank?"

"Hmmm, yes Claudius the general was growing too much of his own mind and we send a replacement. If I am correct the General has been missing since his little trip. What is the situation, he was in charge of Outpost Number 3?"

"Number 5, the closest one to the Dyellian boarder. Well it appears that General Plank hasnt gone missing after all. You are correct with the replacement however, we have reason to believe that Plank is still in charge. The man we sent out never reported in, I wasnt sure if it was something big or just a minor delay so I sent out a division from Outpost Number 4 to check on them. Reconosance has reported that someone has activated the army there, the division happened to catch the last brigade still at the outpost and prevented their leaving. Thats as much of the report we have so far, but I think it is quite obvious that Plank has decided to followed his "right as a general" as he put it."

jiggady closed his eyes and rocked back and forth in the duck down chair, suddenly he lept up: "God damned arrogant son of a whore. I was assured that Plank was taken care of, what the hell is he doing?"

"I have no idea sir, reports show that they were heading west towards Beybi, but whatever he is doing he is not doing as a General of the Jiggady defense force. The troops still at the base have opened fire on the loyal troops, it appears that the entire division at the outpost was under Planks influence and they decided to defect. Most likely to one of the groups in the civil war. I think we...." Maximus was cut off as jiggady threw a crystal container filled with rum from his desk, it smashed against the far wall and everyone in the room couldnt help but invoulintarilly duck.

"Activate all forces, I want them stopped before Plank can carry out whatever the hell he is planning on. Keep it quiet though, I want no communications with other forces on this matter, one civil war is enough we dont need to have the other nations think we cant control our own army."

"Yes sir."

"And General, I want their families rounded up."

"Sir?" Maximus questioned

"Into internment camps General, every living family member of every man that is under Planks command. Have them rounded up and executed. Except for the family of the officers, I want them kept seperate, we shall make a more public display of them. And General, whoever you put on this I want no slip ups. I dont give a damn if anyone of these people have a long lost cousin way out in Dukratus, people will pay for this."


ooc:hows this for a hairbrained insane fkc nation

Huge amounts of depelted Uranium and steel were making their way into a warehouse. Security around the warehouse was tight, but nothing came out, despite the steady flow of material into the plant. Whatever the Communists and NSWP engineers were making was big...

OOC: Oh yeaaah! It's ba-ack!


IC:
Airwar over Bath (occured before attainment)
Smackleson looked down on the devastated city and whooped. Their mission had been a success. His pleasure was heigtened by the seven additional kill markings his aircraft had achieved. The Wing turned for home, leaving behind 87 of their aircraft, now adding to the smoke plumes that were stretching for kilometers northeast of the city, and 163 downed aircrew .A total of fourteen Bombers had also gone down, 10 of them to fighters and the rest to SAM fire. Fortunately most had at least staarted their bombing before being destroyed.

The Hippos coming in much later were decimated by the Dyellian aircraft, which had been given time to refuel and repair. Many in fact surrendered and accompanied the Dyellians to airbases loyal to the peoples party, while only 84 airraft reached base.

messages
To: General Plank
From: Patriarch Seumus O'Murphy
I assume youv'e been passing through the enchanted forests of the Gonaad peninsula on your way. I don't suppose you managed to take any elves prisoner?

To: General Plank
From: Tzar Henry
Give 'em hell from me. the main fightings going on in bath, but its a long way from your current position. If you head for Cyro along the main highway I can meet you there and march beside you to relieve the forces attacking Bath.

Fasta Benjian Fleet
The captain of the tench was extremely surprised by what his sensors indicated. It appeared the fleet was fighting Itself!
Gradually the gunfire died down, with all the ships still afloat, though fires still burned on board several.
Most of the Destroyers and small vessels had clustered around a frigate, with the transport vessels moving erratically nearby. the cruisers and most of the other frigates limped slowly away towards fasta benjian waters, leaving a few frigates moving back and forth uncertainly. The Carrrier accompanied the cruisers, and the subs had seemingly vanished.

Bath, late at night
The Ticktank moved cautiously down the corridor left between the rubble, missiles twitching from side to side, the engine growling like a junkyard dog on steroids. In the background Fasta benjian infantry in desert camoflage and several IFV's could be seen happily puring jets of burning napalm into the ruins of wooden buildings, hosing them with Dow25 and 26 model flamethrowers. Already a significant portion of the outer city was ablaze, and Fasta benjian tanks moved through it like hunting predators. Infantry either accompanied the flame troopers to loot the ruins, or hunkered in foxholes behind their machineguns, smoking and brewing up saloop. several toops could be distinguished from the norm by the insane glint in their eyes, something not caused by the flickering inferno, but by the huge quantitys of stimulants they had ingested. These troops were the ones who were responsible forsuch atrocities as the Dyellian child nailed to the front of one of the bomb ravaged adolf hitlers.

Off The Coast of of narv-x moved a small taskforce of ships. They were Alconian, the lead taskforce was a Myth class Carrier with Commadore Perry and a very gruff looking man on the bridge.

"Well, we've been ordered to land your marines there...but why?"

"War on land is a bit tricky Commadore, but at the moment we are trying to actually act on this damn Military Attainer..."

"Fine, well I hope you know what your doing.Sir Wittlebach.."

"No, but I'm not leting that stop me doing my duty..."

Transmission From Taskforce Hope JDF
General Wittlebach
To: All defense forces of Fasta Benji

We have reason to beleive that the foreign enemy plans a landing at Christchurch due to it's vunurablity. The Privy Council has given orders to take overall command of the Fasta Benji Forces within this area, and protect against all agression foreign and domestic

Transmission From Taskforce Hope JDF
General Wittlebach
To: Commander of Christchurch,

"I am sending an aircraft with a secure communciations system to be delievered to you by parachute. Unless you want the socialists listening in...
Landgrave Wittlebach

Bath
The Dyellians had responded to the assault on Bath by pouring in T10Ms, their flamethrowers further adding to the flaming of the city, however the old 1950s style tanks had been totally outclassed and after losing 204 of them along with another 6 Adolf Hiltler's and several hundred infantry, the army had retreated across the bridges, blowing up all but one of they city bridges as it went. 200 of the SAM sites had also been abandones and detonated during the withdrawal. Now only 120 were active. The Palace had also been rigged with explosives which detonated dramatically as the last stragglers of the Dyelli Beybian army crossed the River.

Meanwhile to the South in a People's Army Airbase, 48 Dyellian Bombers were readying along with a force of MiG-29s as escort. When the loading was completed they taxiied back into their hangars though. Aparently whatever signal was meant to be coming hadn't come yet.

"Very well my liege I shall detatch several of my brigades to Cyro. Im going to personally press on however, hopefully I can catch rouge elements off guard and deal with them on my push through. And pass word onto your man O'Murphy, we have not had contact with the elves in the forest for quite some time and encountered none on our way here. Plank out."

Phillip Plank clicked off of the frequency and onto their secure line between the battle groups. "All battle groups halt activity. We are going to split our approach through Beybi, One and Three shall come with me, we will continue onwards to the main fighting. It is a way off but we shall either get there in time to influence the action or to harass the oppositional forces. Two and Five head south towards Cyro, you should get there in time to aid McClouds group assuming they havent run into rough terrain slowing them. Hackett, take command of Four and head north, skirt the boarders of AWM and Vrak and come down to Fasta Benj, oppositional forces wont be expecting such a roundabout attack. And as always we are Jiggady battle groups moving in to aid JDF forces, do not hail each other unless over secure lines. Good luck men."

Plank got aye's from all the battle group commanders and each column again got underway on their respective missions.

"Get us started captain, top speed, the slower vehicles can catch up." Plank again stood up through the hatch of his battle tank as the great beast shuddered and shifted back into motion. Plank picked up the hand radio to find a JDF commander:

"Major, Im glad to have your assistance in this matter, we were rather unprepared to get the orders to become activated and left before we could get decent reconosance on the land and the battles. We are currently heading west towards the action, hopping to secure any of the waring factions we come acorss on the way."

The Major looked a bit confused after the conversation. After all he was sitting overlooking the only road between Jiggady and the heart of D.B....well who gives a wisker what those pirates do...

The Road to Cyro - Intel Report
The Road to Cyro is threatened by a few scattered unit's of Prince George's Army. The only major block between Cyro and these forces is the city of Palmgrad which houses a Division of Infantry of the People's Army along with numerous aircraft intended presumably for use in supressing the Prince's forces in due time.

[ooc: GH, We have you on sonar, and are not going to attack.. I’m still waiting on Drakonia to post something regarding my message from Sir KnowAlot regarding the Negations thread... That post is probably long since hidden]

*At sea, 400 miles off the coast of Dyelli Beybi*
The meeting of the fleets
From: Commander Adams
To: Commodore Nathaniel, Captain of the "Kranium" ("State" NGS Battleship, Commander of the "Top Gun" Battleship force
Subject: Regarding merger of our fleets.

*Off the Coast of Fasta Benj*
A watchman called to Captain Rupert of the lead "Seraphim" Destroyer (My destroyer Patrols work in 3s - Seraphim, Rock, Elven, and quickly the group swung inshore, The Captain Rupert called for men to man the boats, and as the boat returned the injured man to the "Alucard", where they took him down to the sickbay, for questioning later

*At Neroka during Negotiations
Great progress was being made

Socialist Television
This just in. Following a hefty bribe of an unknown amount, large elements of the 7th Armoured Division have risen up in favour of the socialist Government. These elements were previously loyal to the Tzar in Fasta Benj, although continued attrocities by the sub-human Benjian dogs have made this bribe possible. Agua Pura is expected to have fallen into People's Army hands within 48 hours. Long live the glorious revolution! Heil Himler!

Meanwhile in Alexigrad... a nuclear turbine engine was spotted being transported into the warehouse facility, along with more huge truckloads of steel and depleted uranium. One spy managed to catch a glimpse of a sheet of steel 5 metres wide which he claimed had been fashioned into a track link. A several tank cannons and chainguns were also spotted entering the facility.

OOC: Sorry about not posting but ns has been jerking me around when trying to access the forums.


IC:

Somewhere in Jiggady

The coloumn moved at top speed, with utter disregard for the slower vehicles which were now pinpricks on the horizon. Major Horace sat inside the hummer with a scowel on his face as he barked orders across the radio. He had two large military forces moving along the main road in mainland Jiggady, pushing towards Cyro, across the Jiggady/Beybi boarder. They had made quick work of the unsuspecting forces at Outpost Number 5 and had gathered valuable information from the survivors as to the planes of Plank. Major Horace only hopped that they could make good time by sticking to the main roads instead of directly following Plank's path.

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North Dyelli

Hackett had the whip hard to the back of his men, as the tracked vehicles pushed northward towards the boarder with AWM, then past Vrak. It would be days before his forces would have an impact on the fighting however, Hackett knew his role, if he couldnt pull off their plan off getting in from the back (ooc oy) than he was going to cause as much damage as possible on the way.

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Southern Dyelli

Brigades Two and Five were making moderate pace through Dyelli, making sure to keep as a tight unit that was adhering to all JDF orders. Surprise would be against them in their arrival but if McCloud pulled off his attack then they would have the advangtage of hitting the opposition from behind.

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Dyelli

Planks command continued its trek inland. Still several days from Bath Plank was determined to make his presence felt at that battle. They pushed on, keeping an open frequency on the JDF line and keeping in contact over the secure line with the Tzar.

The Vrakian infantry divisions and armoured battalions approach the outskirts of Alexigrad. Colonel Herk, atop his Vodnik pulls to the side of the road and scans ahead with his binoculars. He can see the heavily laden railcars grind to a halt just outside the city.

"What in the ten flippers of Bok is going on?" he muttered. He picked up his radio and contacted his man on the train.

"Major, I want an explanation and I want it now."

(OOC) I might have misidentified the city...Alexigrad is the Southern one North of Cyro. Anyway game on!

A vexed looking Colonel was at the head of the party who had stopped the train, he was seated in the passenger seat of a poorly made Dyellian 4x4. He lit up a cigarrette perhaps a little nervously.

Meanwhile inside Alexigrad, something in the warehouse was warming up. Men scurried away from the front. Suddenly the front of the warehouse collapsed as the second largest tracked vehicle ever built slowly pushed it's way out. The Vehicle was some 25 metres long, although the tracks extended an extra metre in the front and rear. It was some two stories high. Two small sponsons sported tank cannons on the sides of the vehicle while a smaller cannon protruded from the front.
No effort had been made to camouflage it, with the front painted like a shark and Napoleonic lancers painted on either side.

(OOC) This is the 'King Shrew'. It is a load of rubbish when you take the amount of money pumped into the project into account. Steering it is like trying to steer a whale. It takes several hours to get to full speed and breaking at this speed (around 70 kmph) means you will stop in about two kilometres. The hull of the tank is practically invulnerable, but the tracks are not at which point the vehicle is a beached whale and requires a band of trucks carrying a disassembled dockyard crane to catch up so they can put a new track on. The tracks are underslung to try to minimise the potential for attacking them, but they have to extend to the front and back so that the tank maintains a ground pressure that doesn't cause it to sink into the sand.

Socialist Television
The Republic has won a glorious Victory in Agua Pura. Many of the crimial nobility have been captured, although unfortunately many committed suicide or were lynched before they could be brought to justice. Tzarist forces are now confined to Quisa and st. Guineford's in the East of the country and the Benjian incursion in the West. However, reports speak of a final offensive to crush the Benjians once and for all. Military analysts predict victory within the week.

Somewhere in Dyelli

The rolling beast had stopped, and it was looking about with venemous eyes at someone to take the blame. General Phillip Plank sat on top of his lead tank smoking a cigar and staring off to the horizon. The grey smoke billowed from the cigar like a smoke stack and collected about his head in the form of a halo. This fallen angel was now looking for someone to punish as his tank had one of its treads come unloged over the rough terrain, and Plank was too pridefull to come down from his horse and accept a different mount. The tank driver came up from round the back, wipping grease from his hands and face.

"General the repairs will take three to four hours, I suggest that if you want to push on we should abandon her and get going now."

Plank took another long pull from the cigar and blew the smoke out in one long stream. As calm as a corpse Plank pulled his sidearm and place a 45mm in the mans forehead. The chief technician of their group had been standing by the tank driver to offer his similar opinion however, the display had persuaded to keep those opinions to himself.

"Fix it in the hour or you shall end up next to him." Plank said with a smile and went back to gazing at the horizon.

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Near Cyro

They had pushed hard for this goal, bypasing several other cities for potential conquest. Finally Cyro appeared before them and the two battle groups came to a hault. Each commander met on the ridge of the hill their units had stopped behind and shook each others hands. They peered down at the occupied city of Cyro through binoculars and could see all the way down to the harbor and the ships.

"Well what is the best course of action? We can get as close to the city as to put it in range of our guns, or just push right forward and take it by storm." The commander of the second battle group offered.

"I dont bloody even see McCloud's force, he should have already made it here which would have made our role easier." Replied number Five commander.

"Bahh, lets just push onwards for our own glory I cant imagine there being anything down there powerfull enough to resist us. Lets push onward and keep silent so that they wont know what hit them until we are right on top of them."

"No, we will follow orders and maintain that we are Jiggady military forces moving in to aid the JDF in securing the reble forces. Besides they will either see us or hear us long before we make it to the city. Come on lets get moving."

The commanders returned to their forces and within minutes each column was again moving towards Cyro. Battle group commander 5 eventually got on over the open frequency:

"JDF forces occupying Cyro, this is the Jiggady national military that previously stated our movemens into Dyelli. We are heading into Cyro to seek refuling and rest before we can stage further actions against the Fasta Benj forces."

Sir KnowsAlot went to the hospital where a man rescued from the Benj beaches was resting, and recovering from his horrible wounds.

Sir KnowsAlot warmly congratulated the man lying on the bed before him from his miraculious escape from the Benjian aggressors.

As they began talking, Sir KnowsAlot noted that he was rather... Strange, he kept going on about "My Country", "All mine", and "I want it back NOW", "Or i will KILL you"

He quickly patted his holster, to make sure that his friend "Desert Eagle .50" was in fine fettle, and ready to play on command.

Suddenly he lept up, and realised where he had seen the man before him! Sir KnowsAlot quickly called the guards, to protect this man, and to make sure that he was unable to leave his hospital room.

As he returned to his palace to think, he realised what he must do.

"JDF forces occupying Cyro, this is the Jiggady national military that previously stated our movemens into Dyelli. We are heading into Cyro to seek refuling and rest before we can stage further actions against the Fasta Benj forces."

There was dead silence for several minutes before a response finally came, "There are no JDF forces in Cyro. We have not been expecting JDF forces moving into this part of the country as such we have not got any allocated JDF supplies. You may purchase supplies from the Naval yards several kilometres South of the city, either that or wait until we can find some earmarked for the JDF. Fasta Benj forces are north of here in the Bath and Welles district, I'm surprised you weren't given better directions in Palmgrad."

(OOC)Cyro is not a fortress but has enough soldiers hanging around it to make a formidable obstacle. There are also several airbases and the fleet. With the addition of O'Booze's fleet it is enormous.

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Dyelli Beybian lines South of Bath

The General put his binoculars to his eyes again, "Well it is certainly impressive."

"Yessir." his aide chipped in, "Big dust cloud Sir....We'll be seeing the
Column headed by It come through here in around 2 hours."

The General nodded, "Yes, we'll need to make a gap in the lines for It to drive through, they say that It has some real problems stopping."

"I'll get right to it Sir."

ooc: that was a mistake on my part then, I assumed that the JDF had taken control of Cyro. It doesnt matter though, it was obviously a grevious mistake on their part and I was planning on them getting good and thrashed anyway; now there is just reason to be suspicious of their movements. Will post later on when I have more time.

A vexed looking Colonel was at the head of the party who had stopped the train, he was seated in the passenger seat of a poorly made Dyellian 4x4. He lit up a cigarrette perhaps a little nervously.

Major Robert Orr approached the Colonel respectfully but warily. In these troubled times, it was difficult to gauge what would happen next. With him was Lt. Jorgseen. As he drew nearer, he saluted and asked,

"Colonel. May I ask why sir we are delayed? Our orders are to proceed to Cyro to help defend the Klatch against the agressors."

Special Bulletin from Valkryie News Network

"During the Nekoa Bay talks, International Relations Advisor Alshai Kommetrez, Federated Segments of Scolopendra, posed this question to the United Arab Emirates, specifically The Drakonian Imperium.

"Why was an unarmed ICBM fired in Al Anbar?"

They deigned not to respond to this line of inquiry. Clearly the warmongering Drakonian Imperium and their allies are not to be trusted. After all, it was they who attacked the nation of Al Anbar imposing thier belief system upon a sovereign nation. This is anathema to our way of thinking since we believe every state ought to be allowed the freedom to chart its own path in the universe."

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Bath
The last few tattered Fasta benjian Forces were now spread across the city, small clusters of men, and the occassional armoured vehichle, hunkered down behind cover in a pathetic attempt to survive until reinforcements could arrive. Reinforcements were not going to come.
The "glorious push" had turned into a thousand bitter last stands, with squads being left unsupported in areas being counterattacked, and the advance splintering and dividing itself as a few units still tried topress an attack in the face of the outnumbering Dyellians. Out of the entire force, mere hundreds remained, low on ammunition and without proper communication. The Fasta Benjians did not even know that the highest ranked living officer was a sergeant major attached to a ressupply unit, currently pinned beneath a truck in the Smithersfield shopping mall.
Within hours the battle would be over, going down as one of historys most poorly planned battles. (along with most other benjian wars)

Christchurch
Admiral Stevens' injured fleet approached the harbour at half speed, still trailing smoke. Tha admiral warily eyed the Alconan ships visible heading for the same point. Would they accept his surrender to JDF attainer?
Onshore fortifications could be seen being thrown hastily up, sandbagged artillery being placed along the waterfront and trained on the bays entrance.
Ashore The young Earl O'Brian also eyed the approaching vessels with apprehension, knowing he could not fight both the Alconans and the dyelli beybians at once, especially with a single frigate at his disposal. An encrypted message was detected travelling between the two commanders, but defied all translation attempts.
OOC: DB- what are your troops in my country doing?

Cyro
The tzars fleet opened fire on the Dyellian fleet at 20nautical miles range, while flying a flag of truce. (Will improve this part later)

OOC: sorry for the poor quality of this, but I've been at work for 9hrs plus the last three days, and then had to reassemble the PC before being able to go online. I'll try again tomorrow.

1201 Zulu
Beqoia Island
Grenadines, Drakonian Imperium
Admiralty Bay Naval Base

As the Fasta Benjian Senior Commander was looking for a Drakonian Officer to offer their defection to, the harbor itself and the nearby military base were very active. The Drakonians had not anticipated the biological and chemical material they would have to displose of and while they were working hard to dispose of the nuclear weapons, they had to bring in equipment to analyse and destroy the biological and chemical weapons, safely. It had taken work but it was finally being completed.

Colonel Charles Boone, commander of all forces in the Grenadines, was talking to Dr. Taryn Lionheart, the scientist in charge of the disposal of the weapons of mass destruction.

"Status," he asked.

"We've disposed of the nuclear armaments," the Doctor responded. "The old Uranium and Plutonium will be converted for use in our Reactors if at all possible and if not locked up under high security on the Mainland."

"Good," was the quick response. "And the biological and chemical weapons?"

"Being disposed of as we speak. Dr. Plumbottom and his team should be done by tomorrow afternoon."

The two notice the Fasta Benjian approaching, the Colonel turned to meet the man. "Ah, you will be glad to hear we will be done tomorrow," the Colonel stated. "You can return home then."

The reply was a bit slow in coming after that statement.

Cyro

It had finally begun. The two battle groups had opened fire on Cyro fifteen minutes ago and were now on the outskirts of the city raining down artillery fire. The commanders had anticipated making a more covert move into Cyro and not attacking until they had a better position, yet some how the Dyellians there had anticipated their moves and attacked first. Commander 5 sat atop his Sabra Main battle tank peering through binoculars and directing the fire of their AS 90 artillery pieces and the thirty five tanks still with him. The remaining 1100 infantry stood by anxious to play their part in the assault.

Commander 2 had pressed on with his fourty five tanks and the ten remaining tanks from battle group 5. He also had under his command twenty one hundred more infantry which were marching forward to circle the city and press the attack from five different points. Booming artilery fire echoed all around them from both behind and from in front as Dyellian forces began retalliation attacks.

The south division of men and tanks moved in swiftly, as they could see the ocean a stones throw away. Great battle ships opened up fire against each other and the commander recognized the flag of the Tzar on some of them. He was immediatly thankful for the timing of the attack lest they had to come under fire from the Dyelli ships as well as from Cyro itself.

"Commence assault, unit commanders proceed at your disgression and open fire."
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Dyelli / Vrak boarder

Things couldnt have been going better for Hackett as he was carrying out his orders better than he thought possible. They had skirted through northern Dyelli avoiding contact with other military groups and were preparing to make their move down to defend the remaining Fasta Benj forces.

Hackett was in the communications vehicle watching the radar display, they were running with no GPS location devices. While this inhibited their ability to navigate the land it also served to aid in hidding themselves from the Jiggady military which would surely be looking for them. Everything had been working smoothly, Hackett watched the radar display and coordinated that with the map he had laid out. His eyes looked back and forth between each yet they were unable to notice the momentary blackout on the radar. Somewhere in space the satalite feeding them information had repositioned itself through some mechanical mistake. The radar imediatly blinked back on as Hackett raised his eyes to it and he squinted his eyes questioningly. Now they were apparently thrity miles off course, as per the false information now feeding through the satalite, a bizzare little occurance no one would evern no about, yet one that would have long lasting effects. This is odd he thought, they had apparently been off course for some time according to the radar display.

"Commander redirect the units to a point north by northwest. Lets try and maintain some level of profession here, and not end up lost." Hackett leaned back and took a sip of coffee, happy with himself for correcting the almost fatal mistake.

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Near Bath

They had finally made it, the outline of the city of Bath loomed on the horizon and General Plank could hardly supress a smile. They had made visual contact with the city awhile ago, easily spotting the smoke rising from the city most effected by the civil war. And now they were little over than 60 miles away, ready to throw their weight around and aid the Tzar's forces reportedly struggling to maintain their presence.

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Jiggady

"Where the hell is the supreme chief of state?" General Maximus threw a frustrated glance around the office that was usually occupied by their leader.

"We have no idea, apparently he has taken one of his unschedualed holidays and has left it up to us to resolve this situation." Minister of State Xander sat down in jiggady's chair behind the desk, he certianly liked the view from this side of it. "I'm just surprised that he left instead of waiting for the public executions, I know how much they mean to him."

"Well whatever the case I'm taking full control of this situation. We have forces making their way into Dyelli to stop Plank but we have no idea where the hell he is in Dyelli. I am going to bite the bullet and make open communications with the JDF and the Dyellian forces about Plank. Hopefully they can stop him."