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outside Port Yuko, Bonstock

Soldiers toiled on the beaches, laying mines and placing obstacles. They were watched by the keen eyes of their commander, General Alfred von Strauswitz, the de facto dictator of Bonstock under the new rebel government. He looked out at the ocean. He said to an aide, “Across the ocean, lies a monster, waiting to strike. The first 24 hours will be decisive. For all of Bonstock, it will be the longest day… the longest day.”

In the streets of Port Yuko, rebel soldiers marched in full uniform as the drums pounded a stead roll. They stepped at the same time, all raising their legs the same distance. It was like it had been choreographed.

A truck full of hay rolled down the streets in a suburb. It came to a checkpoint, where rebel guards started prodding into it with bayonets. Then a young woman on a bicycle rode by. The guards walked over to check her identification. They told the truck to go along, clearly only interested in the woman. Her ID cards checked, she was allowed to proceed. As she rode by the truck, two heads poked out of the grain. They put their hands out, and gave a thumbs up before going back into the hay.

Cruncher Naval Base
Maropian Coast

A huge fleet of 5,000 ships of every description loitered in the harbor, waiting for the order to move. Seagulls cawed overhead, interrupted by jet fighters circling above. LPD 17s crisscrossed about, over 500 of them in all. They had on board some 1,500 LCACs, which now circled around their mother ships. In addition, AAAVs were hoisted onto the decks of the ships, to be used in the initial assault waves. Seeming to anchor the other ships were the six giant arsenal ships that Bonstock had built for the war. These cunning creations each had 600 VLS tubes, and were to be used in the initial barrage. The defenders would not know what hit them until the landing craft were already upon them. Over a hundred cruisers and destroyers surrounded the arsenal ships. Meanwhile, over 500 minesweepers, control boats, and other odd vessels darted around their larger cousins. It was an incredible sight to behold. But onboard the Blue Ridge class command ship, RBS Port Yuko, tensions were high.

They knew that the rebel submarine fleet had yet to be beaten. This fleet, hastily assembled by the shipyards in the background, was the only hope in finally clearing the rebel menace and liberating Bonstock. But there was always the risk it would fail. It could get lost in a storm on the rough Pacific ocean, or it could be decimated by rebel submarines, which still grasped the waves like a noose.

“General, we are ready to put to sea.”

“Perfect. Send us forward.”

The ships turned, and their engines fired up. The great fleet of Free Bonstock embarked for it’s greatest voyage. It was now to liberate all of Bonstock from the rebels.

Above, yet another wave of HyperSoar bombers flew overhead. Screaching away at Mach 10, these planes continuously pounded the rebels into fine dirt. It would be a miracle if the rebels could hold out until the fleet arrived, given the deadly accuracy of the bombers. Yet no one would know of the true impact of the bombers until they got there, and saw what had become of the great land of Bonstock.

The bombers reached their targets, and dropped their bombs from miles above. The bombs descended down to the ground, causing havoc on the city of Port Yuko. The once proud capital of Bonstock was now a heaping pile of debris, scared by relentless bombing, nonstop for the past month. Residents simply tried fled the city, their homes bombed out, their livelihoods disintegrated, and their dignity tarnished. Some could do little more then weep for the great city that had once been. Dead bodies were piled up and cast into the sea below, for there was no way of disposing of them. Refugees left without even knowing if their loved ones were still alive. But they were only turned back by the Rebel Army, who had been ordered to arrest anyone caught leaving the city. They lived miserable existences, crowded into sleeping bags in the subway stations. They received minimal rations of bread and water. The International Red Cross could not provide anything due to the constant bombing. And the people thought, “how could this happen in Bonstock? We were a world power, and now we lead such lives of fear!” Above them, yet more bombers droned on to the city. Liberation was not what the people wanted. They simply wanted an end. They wanted to wake up, as if it were a mere dream. But alas, it was not to be so. It merely continued, despite the government’s propaganda that the war would be won in a week.

The fleet was now halfway to Bonstock, after a relatively calm six days. The sea was empty, and there was no life to be found on the surface. But below them lurked the rebel submarines. Silent Los Angeles class ones, they were to sneak and destroy the government forces before they could invade.

On that very day, a destroyer detached from the group, heading south. It was RBS Victoria, an old veteran of many wars, and her crew was highly trained.

The radar crews examined their underwater sonar, and found several dozen blips, each going off, heading straight for them.

“Sir I think you may wanna see this.”

“What is it, Seaman?”

“It seems to be rebel subs, captain. They’re in attack formation.”

“Alert the fleet. We got bogies on our hands.”

“Roger, sir.”

Helicopters from the fleet took off in the direction of the submarines. They flew in tight formation, flying low as to bee unseen. The hunters were now the hunted. The helicopters got in range, and fired their weapons. Bubbles began to appear from the bottom. It was like the sea was fizzing like soda. Wreckage began to pile up. The helicopters returned to their home ships, having won this round, defeating an entire rebel sub group by surprise. It was a loss the rebels would find irreplaceable.

Rebel Military High Command

“General von Strauswitz, the government has completely destroyed a full sub fleet.”

“Damn, how? Where?”

“Somewhere in the Pacific, sir.”

“Whats going on?”

“It’s the rebel invasion fleet we think. They say it’s huge.”
“How huge?”

“We don’t know.”

“We have only one hope. How is out project going?”

“More bombings, lots more. We moved the project to an underwater bunker.”

“Grossadmiral Kleine, I want you to do everything you can to disrupt and delay this fleet. Throw every man and ship you have into the fight. It is our only hope. We must delay for about a week.”

“Yes, sir.”

Von Strauswitz turned to his head of the secret police. “Make sure that any rebel spies are shot. How many so far?”

“Thousands. Hundreds of thousands.”

“Continue your work, sir. Anything to delay the government.”

“Yes sir.”

Von Strauswitz looked out the window. If only the government could be delayed for two weeks.

Aboard RBV Port Yuko, a Blue Ridge class command ship.

“General Adolphus, we have a report on rebel losses. We believe up to 24 submarines were sunk.”

“Wonderful. Get these tubs going at full speed, Admiral Steuben.”

“Yes, General.”

The ships were now at least six days from Bonstock. Now it was becoming a race against time. If the fleet of 5,000 ships were to arrive before the rebels completed their project, then they would win the war. An hour late, and they would lose.

It was a risk that Maropian Coast simply could not accept.

Rebel supply depot
outside Port Yuko, Bonstock
6 days until arrival of the government fleet.

One person dressed from head to toe in black looked down on the supply depot. It looked almost abandoned, but inside was knowledge of where the rebels were doing their project.

The commando knew well what it was. It was a new bomb that could destroy an entire nation in one hit. The target would undoubtedly be Maropian Coast.

Night fell, and a convoy came to the base. It looked like high military officials were coming. The commando closed in for a closer look. Then, the person found a rock by the side of the road. It was promptly looked under, where there was a file. The file was opened up. The mission was now clear.

Aboard RBV Port Yuko
5 more sailing days to Bonstock

“General Adolphus, we are closing in on our targets. More reports of rebel subs, but they’re keeping away.”

“Good. Our fleet should be arriving soon.”

“Still a few more days away.”

“Any reports from the President yet?”

“No, no orders yet.”

“All right. Inform me of any developments.” General Gustavus Adolphus, commander of the Government fleet, walked into the planning room. In it was a giant board, a map of the Pacific. The little pieces represented the fleet as it steamed on to Bonstock.

“Five more days,” he whispered to himself. “Five more days.”

RBV Port Yuko, now a day from Bonstock.

“Sir, the President is arriving.”

“Good. I will meet her on the deck.”

As General Adolphus walked out, he saw giant storm clouds off the coast. The sea was turning violent, and rain was starting to fall. Out of the clouds emerged a small helicopter, which came in close, and touched down on the pad. The doors opened, and the President walked out with two armed guards.

“Ms. President this is an unexpected pleasure.”

“I have serious news to bring, General.”

“What is that?”

“We are receiving word that the rebels have just about completed their project.”

“What can we do about it?”

“Send your forces in, now.”

“Are you sure? This early?”

“We have no choice. It is now or the end of the war. Believe me, General. The next 24 hours are going to be decisive. Either we secure the beachheads, cut off Port Yuko, and find the rebel research base, or the war is lost. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, Ms. President.”

“You may proceed.” She then climbed back into the helicopter, and took off. The die was cast, and the longest day began.

A desperate plea is sent out from the government of Bonstock.

To: International Community
From: Free Bonstock
Subj: We need help

Sirs,

We need your assistance in our liberation of the motherland. We would especially appreciate special operations forces, as conventional forces would not be suitalbe to this war, except my assault troops tasked with taking the city of Port Yuko. A lot of special operations forces will be needed in the mountains of Bonstock. Our nation is a penninsula jutting north from the island of Ida. The center is covered in mountains, where a guerrilla war is waged by both sides. Port Yuko, our capital, is in rebel hands. We need lots of assistance in taking it. Half of Bonstock's 1.1 billion populace live in the Port Yuko Metropolitan Area. Special forces trained in urban warfare are necissary. We thank you for any assistance.

End transmission

While we are a small nation, borrowing on the practices of our predecessor, we can provide you with well-trained, elite snipers. If you wish, we can send the 1st and 2nd Sniper groups, 30 shooters total (15 in each company).

Transmission to Juko:

Parachute the snipers into the mountains. They will join a significant team of government guerrillas already there. Stalk down as many rebels as you can.

Unkown Location
Unknown Time

A Juko Trooper 747 carrying the 1st and 2nd Sniper groups flew low over Bonstock. Lt. Granger sat opposite the hatch and watched the light above the doors. Red, and a very menacing hue of red at that. He always got nervous when he sent his boys into battle. Adding to it, he was going as well.

Thinking of what was ahead, lost in a trance, he almost missed the light turn green. Thankfully, checking had already been done.

"Sticks in the wind! Sticks in the wind! Go! Go! Go!"

All 30 men piled out of the plane into the night sky. With precision, they landed on a hilltop just as the 747 exited their vision. Lt. Granger told his men to set up a perimer and dig hides and lay in for the night. He'd have to review maps until morning to split of firing groups for a good attack.

::tagged::

A couple of men watched with binoculars as the Juko snipers landed. They walked over to them. One of them got up, and said, "You are from Juko, we presume. We've been expeting you. Be careful, rebels lurk all around here. Dig your hideouts well, and keep them around bushes. Over on that other hill there's an old, abandoned wolf den that houses a buncha guys. That's where we sleep. The rebels will go along that road, down in the valley." He pointed to the south, at the pass. "It's predictable, the convoys come every hour on the hour during the daytime. We usually fire mortars at them, then fire machine guns when the rebels send in ground forces."

ooc: I gotta go to bed here soon.

It was the dead of night now. The clock rang midnight at von Strauswitz's headquarters. Aboard the government fleet, assault troops started to get ready to get into helicopters for the initial assault. Aboard one of the helicopter assault ships, one company of troops got one final craps game in. Private Fred Gordon, a rifleman, tried his luck at it. In one lucky roll, he won twenty thousand dollars. He grabbed all the money, and took it to his bunk. Suddenly, a man came in.

"Mail call!"

Private Gordon got a letter from his mom, and then started explaing to his bunkmate how he was gonna spend the money. Then he opened up the letter. Inside was a small note with a prayer on it. Gordon looked at the money.

"Twenty thousand dollars... thats more money then I've had in my whole life! But if I keep it, I'll just be unlucky." War can do strange things to people. Gordon got back into the game, and wondered how long it would take to lose $20,000.

Meanwhile, defending the shore was a rebel artillary battery commander, Fritz Pluskat. He patted his dog, a German Shepard named Herman. He listened to the routine bombing explosions around him. Just the ordinary bombing, he thought. He had heard rumors of the government fleet's approach, but everyone was confident that it would be dealt with swiftly. Pluskat sat on his bed, and went to bed for the night, his binoculars drapped over his chest. His dog faithfully crawled, and lay down next to its masters bed. Little did they know of what was about to hit them.

Roycelandia can spare 48 Imperial Special Air Service Troops, 1 AC-47 "Puff The Magic Dragon" Gunship, 3 Spitfire Fighters, 2 Kookaburra Fighter/Bombers, and 1 C-47 Transport to aid you in your struggle, if this is acceptable.

Tag, seeing as I'm right next door.

In one last desperate struggle, four Los Angelas class subs entered the waters off of Taipei, in an effort to stop the _Taiwanese from aiding the government. Sinking below the harbor, they silently waited to see the merchant ships, thinking they may have government supplies. They fired their torpedoes.

Hilltop LZ
5:15 A.M.

Lt. Granger loaded his M1 Garand sniper rifle and told Sgt. Baker to ready 1st and 2nd squads to move out. Granger was the only man in the entire Juko Sniper Division that still used an M1 Garand. The standard was the M24 sniper rifle, with some using M82's, M16's w/ scopes, or the occasional S2 AM rifle.

Granger decided that the rebel forces were holed in just south (borrowing from the information gathered by Pvt. Dixon, temporary scout) of their base. The plan was for 1st squad to stay in the treeline while 2nd squad moved in to the small, run down village. They would find concealed positions inside buildings and take out the rebels. If worse came to worse, 2nd squad would pull out and 1st squad would provide covering fire. The plan was set, and the men were ready to move.

"Ok boys," Granger barked, "let's move!"

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Run Down Village - 1.5 Miles South of the Hilltop LZ
7:35 A.M.

Pvt. Dixon ran back to the tree line with news that the rebels were still in bunk.

"Very good," Granger said. "Put 1st squad into cover along the treeline. Move 2nd squad in, Baker."

"Roger sir," Baker nodded as he dashed off. Soon after, the 2nd squad shooters could be seen scrambling into the first building, closest to the treeline.

Granville, Bonstock

The "run down villiage," happened to be the headquarters of Rebel Army Group South. It controlled some 20 million men, mostly militia units guarding home towns. But they could be gathered together for a march. Many of the units were guarding the shores of Bonstock, awaiting the invasion. Army Group North controlled the area in and around Port Yuko.

Inside a hidden bunker, General Karl Hummel read a daily briefing. The units under his command, though mosly not mobilized, were told to be on high alert. There was talk among the Revolutionary Command about a Maropian invasion, coming soon. But it was believed that the attack would come near Port Yuko, and would be handled by Army Group North.

Around the villiage, dozens of rebel soldiers, dressed in BDU and wearing ski-masks, stood around, guarding the bunker. When there was word of trouble, they instantly went to the house. Four of them were shot dead running to it, but they managed to get in. They fired their AK-47s around the place. A group of 12 rebels got in, and started knocking down doors to various rooms, searching for the snipers who had taken down a bunch of their own.

The town itself was a rather small town, to large to be a hamlet but to small to be considered a small city. There was a main street, lined by shops. A movie theater, a fast food resturaunt, a post office, a grocery store, and an army surplus store (completly empty, as the rebels used everything they could get their hands on, even if it didn't fit) all lined one side of the street. On the other side was a Chinese resturaunt, a gas station, and a motel were on the other side. The motel served as a barracks for nearly 1,000 cramped troops, living in five-stacked bunks. Those not sleeping were on guard outside. The area was surrounded by barbed wire, and ment with Kalishnikovs stood behind guarding. Deep inside was a small pathway to a bunker, which served as General Hummel's headquarters. Outside of the street was surrounded by small houses, cramped into the area. A small school was also present, on the west side of the town. The entire town had a population of about 400 people. Outside the town was a small grain mill, to the northwest, that provided some employment to the residents of the town. It was now shut down, but would be the perfect hideout for snipers. It commanded the rest of the city. The rebels knew this, and sent twelve men over to secure it.

The night wore on, and hundreds of helicopters took off from the assault ships. They headed for the beachhead areas, where they would cut off the rebels, and try to destroy them. But there were so many helicopters that control was impossible, especially at night.

Aboard one of the helicopters, Gordon smiled.

"Still got that money, Fred?"

"No, I'm clean now."

The friend shook his head. Then it came time to rappel out of the helicopters.

An advance group landed in theri helicopters onto a small patch. They saw before them their objective. Their commanding officer, Lietentant Colonel Rupert King, told his troops to come quickly. Though disorganized, they staggered on to a bridge, surrounded by rebel troops. They walked into the line of fire, and a firefight broke out. Shots rang out in all directions. King told one of his men, "Get off all the demolition charges from the bridge."

Braving automatic fire and the threat of falling, the soldier went under the bridge, taking off all of the charges. He got back up, and the bullets subsided. A company sized force had taken the bridge, and waited. Words repeated in King's mind, the ordered of his commander: "Hold until relieved... hold until relieved."

My my, how far we have gotten. http://fastar.detonate.net/ftp/images/matrixse/14/6.jpg

Wait, was that MY commando? If so, assume this happened before that one post. Also, I remember I sent in more mechs, but I forget how many. I'll post the number eventually.

Somewhere on a helicopter, 0200 hours. Bonstock

ninj4 had been airlifted to Zecro from Marpoian Coast in a supresonic jet, where he was re supplied and sent off to base to load a helicopter heading for Bonstock, specilically to airlift ninj4 to somewhere. Somewhere close to Port Yuko. Somewhere where he could stop the bomb within half a day. Within the longest day in Bonstock.

Of course, Leader Froogle was not very pleased with ninj4's trip to Maropian Coast, but it had an advantage. The transmittors and locators he placed in the base were still active and transmitting feed from Head Office in Maropian Coast straight to Froogle's computer. Now there would need to be a more... violent... undercover mission.

ninj4's equpment definatley was heavier. He carried only 10 sound transmittors and 10 locators this time, down from about 100 of each on his first endevour. He carried a unique, custom-built, fully silenced Kalashnikoff rifle, featuring an add-on scope. It had two modes: automatic and sniper. The sniping mode would proboably not be used on this mission, but ninj4 still carried 50 custom-built sniper bullets made to fit this particular weapon only. This was the only copy of the rifle made. Ever. Anyone trying to trace the bullets would have to trace the operative. He had 10 hand gernades. Half of them were EMP hand gernades. The EMPs would come in handy if ninj4 ever made it into high command at Port Yuko. He'd knock out the electronics and he'd attack under the cover of darkness. He also carried a vial. It was not exactly deady. Not to anything but the bomb. It contained 1 billion nanobots purchased from Solid Water Electronics Inc. Their one purpose: search and destroy. Destroy the bomb before it made contact with Maropian Coast. These nanobots had quantum processors. Quite expensive. But it was worth it to save a country. The robots had been programmed with the schematics of the bomb, taken directly from the Maropian Coast mainframe by ninj4, with other information about it. He had an ammo backback. It not only had ammo, rations and a few comms tech, but was loaded with 20 C4s. C4s would be used to break through anything that required to be broken down. Walls, doors, people. Anything.

The hard part would be getting to Port Yuko.

And finding the bomb.

"Pilot, you are cleared to release cargo."

"Roger that, base," said the pilot. "You heard that. Go. Make us all proud."

Ninj4 climbed out of the helicopter.

Frontierlines, Zecro-Bonstock Border, same time.

Now was the time to strike. The few hunderd mechs standing on the border had been ordered to advance. The mechs with minesweepers were going first, mechs with an extra machine gun following close behind and mortar and the mechs with AA missiles followed the other two groups. Support tankers were mixed in with the last group. The prototype battlefield command station was hauled to border command, where Froogle was located. It was a giant table with state-of-the-art hologram projections of the area focused on. The projection could be zommed in/out, but would only function if live video feed was available from the area. Sattelite was available. Sometimes, even feed from troops and machinery was available. The thing hooked up to the computer, where one could set up diffrent indicators to be viewable on the screen. It was only a prototype, but it would hopefully allow commanders to see the battle clearer.

Edge of Granville, Bonstock
11:27 A.M.

Sgt. Baker and the rest of 2nd squad clambered up the embankment to 1st squad's position. They had annoyed the rebels in the village only, no serious damage. When they had barged into the house, Baker shoved all his men out the basement window (an unlikely location for snipers: ground level). Thankfully, all 15 were able to make it out and back to the safety of the treeline. Now was a waiting period. If the rebels knew they were here and charged the hill, the only defense available to the Juko Troopers would be some grenades and 30 sniper rifles.

It was going to be a long day.

Lt. Granger tapped Pvt. Sanderson on the back.

"Get on the horn to Bonstock Offensive HQ. Tell them we've got a situation about to go bad..."

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*TAG*

OOC: Wouldn't the rebel subs run into the sub group I brought in during ODR before making it to Taipei? Lemme see if I can find the thread...

Edge of Granville, Bonstock
10:37 P.M.

Lt. Granger spat on the ground in the direction of the village. He had held his teams here all day preparing for an attack and nothing came. Since light had fallen, he knew his teams already had the upper hand: they were extremely well skilled in the usage of long-range riflery while using NOC (night vision) instruments. Either way, this was a useless endeavor. He signaled for Sgt. Baker to get the men back up. They were going to move back to the LZ. Pvt. Dixon would make one last scouting run to the house to see the situation of the rebel camp and they would radio Bonstock Offensive HQ again with a situation report.

What a waste of a good day Granger thought as he spat on the ground again.

ooc: remeber, Juko, this is still the night of the day of the invasion. Thie is The Longest Day in Bonstocknian history, remember?

Thirtycaliber: oops... actually, they would run into your fleet, Free Rumania's fleet, and a couple others. Just assume they came from the north.

ic:

Off the coast of Nimbata

The rebel subgroup closed in on the Thirycaliber fleet off the coast. They had to do this quick, and get out fast.

They located a pack of warships bearing Thritycaliber's flag. They fired thier torpedoes, and dove down, as far as they could go, without checking to see if their torpedoes hit. They just had to get outa there.

Meanwhile, miles to the west, the sub fleet inched closer to Abu-Dhabi Kristatata. From there, they would launch the attack on Free Rumania, and destroy their involvment in Bonstock's affairs.

Granville, Bonstock

The rebels, though literally in the dark, now knew there was something there. Something attacking them. Someone called out sniper, but no one knew who. The rebels sent two more squads, just to see what was happening. They were to hold the house and the surrounding areas.

The Maropian Landing Zones
On the East Coast of Bonstock, about halfway down the penninsula
2:00 AM[i]

Private Gordon was on the ground now, but had no idea where the rest of his division, the 6th Airborne, were. The distinquished old 6th Airborne, veterans of Port Yuko and Nimbata, was now fighting blind in its own country, entangled with elements of the 9th and 1st Airborne Divisions.

Gordon found an old, abandoned farm house. He approached the area quietly, searching for the enemy. He took out his 'cricket,' a little clicking toy used to signal other troops. One click was responded with two clicks.

Gordon walked up to a wall, and squatted down. He heard footsteps coming in his dierection. They were on the other side. He clicked, and was responed with two clicks. He breathed a sigh of relief, and got up to face them. He had a bunch of rifles stuck in his face. Relieved that it was friendly forces, he said, "Thank god. Hey, you with the 6th?"

"No, 9th," was the reply.

"You know where I can find 6th Airborne?"

"We don't even know where our own outfit is."

The men started to walk away. "Wait up!" Gordon said. He jumped over the fence and started catching up to them.

[i]General Hummel's headquarters

"Sir there have been reports of enemy helicopter troops near here."

"Are you certain of this?"

"Yes."

Hummel looked around. He thought silently to himself. They must want to get me first, throw us into confusion with their snipers.

"I think we need to abandon our position. WAit until morning. Keep me posted."

"Yes sir."

OoC: My bad... let's see... I landed at... I'd say around 8:00 P.M. ... so we'll end with the last one and say it is 10:37 P.M. as my last starting point, same night.

IC:

Hilltop LZ
10:45 P.M.

Lt. Granger radioed Bonstock Offensive HQ with the situation report on Granville.

"It's worse than expected. There's a freaking lot of them and we only have 30 shooters. I can't take this village by myself. Dixon scoped it out and said there are no civilians left. I'm requesting heavy artillery support. If you approve it, I have the coordinates of the camp right here."

On the other end of camp, not knowing of Granger's call for artillery, Sgt. Baker sends Pvt. Dixon back as a scout to get more targets in Granville.

"We'll see if we can get in some air attacks. Artillary is currently impossible."

Meanwhile, Gordon continued on with his adopted comrades. Another group of soldiers was passing them on the other side of the wall. It was impossible to tell who they were. Both groups looked up at the jets as they screamed overhead, and passied eachother with their heads turned up. Gordon looked back as the other group walked on. He saw the distinctive rebel helmets, and said, "Hey, hey they were rebels! Guys?" He looked back, and found that he had fallen behind. "Wait up!"

Meanwhile, radio messages were broadcast all around Bonstock:

"A message from your friends in Maropian Coast. John has a long moustache. Repeat: John has a long moustache. The long sobs of the violins wounds my heart with monotonous langour. Repeat, The long sobs of the violins wounds my heart with monotonous langour."

In one last desperate struggle, four Los Angelas class subs entered the waters off of Taipei, in an effort to stop the _Taiwanese from aiding the government. Sinking below the harbor, they silently waited to see the merchant ships, thinking they may have government supplies. They fired their torpedoes.

(Newspaper)
Mysterious explosion in Harbour! Investigation launched.

Then that comando in the first post wasn't my spy? A'ight...

If you are not l337, i've provided a translation in brackets.

And if you can sp3ak l337, try to compare the translation to the actual text.

This messaging is encrypted and in l337, so haxxor people will have trouble reading it.

Froogle's field command station

"j0, #r006, 3`/3'|\/| ||\|." [Hello, Froogle, I've made it]

"|)00|), \/\/|-|4`/." [Great]

"3`/3 |\|33|) (00r|)|-|z |*0r 84{(_)|* z0 3`/3 (4|\| /\/\ 4{3 17 70|*`/ \/\//0 831|\|6 |)3|)."

"|)00|), 1 \/\/1ll ( \/\/47 07|-|4 |*|*|z 607z t0 54`/ 70 `/00. (0|\|71|\|(_)3 70 |\/|0\/3 70 |*`/." [I will see what I can do. Continue moving towards Port Yuko."

"3`/3 3`/3, |)00|). 5|*(_)6 0(_)7, j0." [Roger, sir. Commencing.]

"j00 |)3|) #00." [Try your best.]

Froogle exited out of the program made for communicating with ninj4. It was rather ingenious. The encrypting would take at least a few hours to crack with the newest equipment and most trained professionals.

Now Froogle had to make contact with some friendly forces in the area that ninj4 was in. He scanned the area. There appeared to be a cluster of buildings somewhere near to ninj4's location. It'd take him... half an hour to get there. Froogle opened the program again.

"j0! /\/\0\/3 70 (00r|)z! |\|0\/\/ |)00|)!! 17 /\/\167 607z 84|) |*|*lz 7|-|3r3. (4r3#(_)ll, |)00|)." [Hello! Move to the coordinates I sent you. Quickly. There might be enemies there, be careful.]

"607(|-|4, j0." [Roger that.]

Great. Now all there was to do was wait... again.

[i]Farther away from Bonsto-Zecrian border

The mechs had advanced quite far in the last few hours. They'd be able to make it to Port Yuko for the final push, at the very least. But the plan was that the mechs would soften up defenses and distract the enemy by attacking the base, allowing ninj4 to get through. Of course, no one besides high officials knew that the attack was a cover for a spy. It would just be an assult to the troops.

Granville, Bonstock
10:59 P.M.

Pvt. Dixon looked around the side of the house closest to the treeline through his M24's scope. The NOC attachment illuminated the entire scene in a dull green. The camp was black except for the occasional campfire. Dixon turned to his pad and wrote down the coordinates of the four corners of the camp to give to Baker and to Granger, hopefully ending in a fireworks show.

Dixon stood up and ran further into the city. He was going to get more targets for command.

That was when the bombing started.


Hilltop LZ
10:59 P.M.

Lt. Granger walked over to Sgt. Baker.

"They've started the bombardment of Granville. It'll be rubble by morning."

"Holy shit! What did you say!?"

"Calm down sargeant, we're gonna beat these bastards."

"Damnit Lieutenant, Dixon's still in there!"

"Shit..."

Is the Maropian Coast still holding out?

(If so 30 Billion dollars of aid has been wired to their account.)

Anyways, I've been reading The Oddesey of Homer latley which will hopefully help me write more epic posts. Here I go. "Tell me muse..."

Somewhere around Gransville, Bonstock. 20 miles out from the city

ninj4 was on lookout for snipers and traps as he moved through the forest. Strange how he was in a forest again. He'd been brought up in a suburb of Zecro, but he loved playing hide-and-seek in the forest as a child. He mastered the skills needed to play the game, at about the same time his father was assigned to the team that wrote the software for the ST-8 mech, a few months before the first troops were sent to Bonstock to aid Charles Marquis Ste. Evremonde's forces. That was, of course, before Bonstock was out of one of the Pacific regions. He watched his father code and the knowlege must have rubbed of on him. As he got older he begun playing baintball in the same forest that he once played hide-and-seek in. He was one the best sniper and silent assasin of all his peers. Of course, Zecro noticed his masterey of these skills, and, as soon as he was old enough, he was offered a honorary position as "Special Undercover Operative" by the Zecro government. He accepted the position, and Burundi, supreme leader of the army then, taught him almost all he knew or ever needed to know about undercover operating. That was when his name, Alexavier Schwartzvaldm was changed to "ninj4." He was also taught computer skills by people from the Research And Development from Zecro.

The forest was where he thrived. He continued on his way. He'd be at the coordinates soon. It was early dawn sometime in November. A few more minutes passed. He saw a few buildings. They were grain silos. There was also a farmhouse and a ranch house. The whole property seemed to have been abandoned. As he got closer, he walked slower. He observed that the fields had not been sewn anytime within the past few years. The house was overgrown with vines. So were the silo and farmhouse. He reached into his pack and came out with a thermal sensor-equipped binoculars. No one. It was still worth checking out the house. Who knows, he might find enemy intelligence.

He walked into the framhoue first. Abandoned. No sign of recent activity. he tried the silo. Nothing. He walked up to the house. He felt quite odd. It was as if he was being watched. He also felt quite a bit like Goldilocks. Heh. Or Alice. He took out his rifle and changed it into "automatic" mode. Goldilocks never had a rifle, at least. He tried the house door. It was locked. He found a lockpick in his many-pocketed overcoat and picked the lock. It clicked. He opened the door. It wasn't what he was expecting. Someone had been here recentley. He explored further into the 4-room house. The power worked. He treied the fridge. Full of food. Army food. The other rooms were disorderly. There was trash all around. Perhaps some snipers used it as a base of operations. Or at least as some protection. He'd have to wait to see whose side the sdnipers were on. If they were snipers.

Bonstock should post for Alexavier.

For some unknown reason I went and printed out all 95 pages of this RP so far. And while I was rereading it, it sudenlley struck me that this was the day the bomb would be finished. That's not cool, because I said my mechs were only so far. So pretned that that post about them happened two days before the dudes from Juko were landing.
Also, Bonstock will come back to Washington for the holidays (in two days)and we can plan this RP and maybe even make some co-posts.

Zecro field Command

Froogle looked at the new command panel he installed. There were 200 ST-10 mechs in all, 100 of them armed with a mortar launcher in addition to the standard equipment. About 10 were minsweeper-equipped mechs, which had taken most of the fire from snipers, which caused little damage. A few mechs had stumbled into "mech ditches," dug a few days before by the revolutionaries. The mechs were always able to get out, but it slowed the procession somewhat. After 4 days of traveling from the Bonsto-Zecrian border, the group was only 100 miles away from Port Yuko.

And 80 miles from Alexavier.

Bonstock should still post for Alaxavier, starting with
Abandoned silo, 6:12 AM
...

ooc: Zecro, though the rebels have made thier bomb, they still have no way to deploy it.

Until the plot twists in the way I've mentioned. That will take two/four days.

Army Group South Headquarters
3:00 AM

"General Hummel, we have new reports." Two aides pointed to a map, and drew marks where they pointed. "Paratroopers here, here, and here. They're right at the base of the penninsula, in an effort to divide our Army Groups. If they suceed, then we will be surrounded by the government to the north, and Zecro to the south."

"This is apparently a rael situation. We must alert all units in the area. Now, who are the snipers in our area."

"Juko we think. Some transmissions, and a piece of captured insignia." He handed a Juko sniper patch to General Hummel.

"Well, they are the enemy I fear." Just then, planes flew over head. Anti aircraft artillary popped up, but this did not prevent bombs from landing nearby. The bunker was unaffected, but some debris came down the vent.

"Damn, they know we're here. We oughta get outa here. I think we can hide out in the old abandoned grain silo, and wait out the day."

Beaches near Colleville, Bonstock
5:30 AM

The giant fleet inched ever closer to its destination. Thousands of landing craft loaded, and hundreds of warships aimed their giant guns.

Pluskat looked out his observation post. "Nothing here except seagulls. Hey, where's my dog?"

The aide looked around. The dog was gone.

"Nevermind. I don't think we'll have any action today." Pluskat squinted into his binoculars again, and looked out the hole. Out of the morning mist, 5,000 ships appeared. Pluskat stood stunned for a moment. "My god." he whispered to himself. He instanty got his telephone, and called his divisional commander. "I see ships! I see ships! I see Five-thousand ships!"

"Pluskat, stop dreaming. You know no nation has 5,000 ships."

"WELL, COME SEE FOR YOURSELF!"

"Pluskat, where are these 5,000 ships heading?"

"STRAIGHT FOR ME, DAMMIT!"

The commander shook his head in disbelief. A man drove forward in a jeep. He looked out to see the ships. He got out of the truck, and squinted. Then he ran, as fast as he could. The ships opened up their guns, training them on the coastal defenses.

"Sir," said Pluskat, squatting down, his fortress crumbling under fire. "Can't you hear?"

"Hear what, Pluskat?"

"It's those five thousand ships! If you can't hear them, come see for yourself!"

The commander could hear clearly now. His face grew stunnned. Was his subordinate insane? Or was he telling the truth?

About a half an hour later, the fire ceased. Pluskat looked out, to see thousands of AAAVs heading straight for shore. "Sir, I see landing craft. Tons of them. Dammit, if you can't hear, get overhere to see for yourself."

The commander grew worried.

Aboard the landing craft, troops prepared to land. They got seasick, some of them, as they went along in thier bouncy landing craft. The Rebel artillary waited until they were just in range. Then, they gave their answer to the Maropians.

Artillary guns aimed straight for the landing crafts at five of th designated beaches to be landed upon by the Maropians.

The guns were fiercest at "Beach 2," where a Rebel division had waited. The other places, though expected to be fiercer, were relativly mild.

At Beach 1, airplanes decended in low, and knocked out the rebel shore defenses just as the AAAVs were landing. They quickly moved inland, only to realize they landed on the wrong beach. "Nevermind," said the commander, "We start the war from here!"

Off in the distance, a battery of guns waited. They were well within range of Beaches 1 and two. A group of specialy modified AAAVs drifted to silence them.

Meanwhile, farther south, Beach 5 was relativly easy. AAAVs made it on the beach, facing little opposition. The commander, Arnold Ramsey, ordered his troops to get off the beach. One AAAV got stalled. The crew tried to push it. The commander walked over to it. "Well, anything mechanical, just give it a good bang!" He beat on the engine with his cane. It sputtered, and sterted to go.

Some reporters, restrained by radio silence, got out carrier pigeons to send a message back to the fleet, for relay to Maropian Coast. They attached the message to them, and set them free. They headed inland, towards the rebel held mountains. "Damn traitors!" one of the men shouted out.

Granville, Bonstock
11:05 P.M.

Pvt. dixon awoke amongst a sea of smoke and rubble. The house was in ruins. He could see the night sky through what was left of the roof. Anti-aircraft fire flew up everywhere. He was lucky to be alive. He dragged himself up to his feat. Stunned he walked a few steps before something heavy crashed into his head.

Laying face down, he saw a flashlight beam hit the ground around him and heard, "Don't move."

A second later he blacked out, just as he felt himself being lifted off the ground.

He was now a POW.

Abandoned farm complex 3:13 AM

Alexavier Schwartzvald was sitting in the abandoned house. He heard footsteps outside. He checked his rilfe. Loaded. Ready to fire. He heard voices.

"General Hummel, we should get some food from the house before going."

The door was locked. ninj4 quickly moved over to the front of the door and aimed his rifle at the door. He'd get information out from these men. There appeared to be three of them.

The lock turned.

The door opened to a crack.

Then it opened fully.

"FREEZE OR I'LL BLAST YOUR BRAINS OUT!" The men froze. They walked into a trap.

"Who are you, and from where do you come and what do you want?" said Hummel.

"I think I'm the one who should be asking the questions here. Walk. Inside. Now," said the operative. "Drop your weapons." The men proceeded to move inside. Hummel dropped a pistol.

"That doesn't look like a sniper rifle," Hummel said.

Ninj4 didn't reply. His gun followed the men until they walked into the main room. "Who are you? Speak truthfully now. I don't want to slowly kill you... piece by piece, now do I?"

"I am General Karl Hummel who leads the forces in Granville. What do you want from me?"

"Information. And surrender from you."

"That is... negotiable."

"...Indeed, it is very negotiable," said Hummel. "Zecro agent I presume. You believe you have me? Where are my men?"

12 men walked in, and aimed their rifles at ninj4.

"Now, sir, I believe you have information to tell us..."

Suddenly, helicopters were heard in the distance, droning towards them.

"I wonder indeed what this could be?" said Hummel.

Ninj4 smiled, but said nothing. He pointed his rifle at the ground, knowing who it was.

"Get one of your squads out looking for the helicopters."

"Yes sir." One of them men left, and ran to get others.

"Now, my good friend, I'm sure we have some things to talk about."

Ninj4 looked at his captor, noticing his uniform. It seemed old, having seen much action. On it was the insignia of the Bonstocknian 1st Airborne Division. It was an eagle holding a blue one in the dark. Ninj4 recognized this insignia. The whole division had been destroyed in the battle for Port Yuko, Bonstock, during the Kalaash uprising. Many years ago, it was.

Footsteps could be heard outside. There were alot of them. A company size unit was surrounding the house.

A group of them walked in. "Drop your weapons!" They said.

The twelve men dropped their AK 47s. Five more people walked in, all of them wearing ski masks and goggles. One of them had no weapon on hand.

"Who are you?" said the one without a weapon.

"The question would be who are you?"

The person said "You know me."

"Wait... hey, aren't you Colonel Hu's kid?"

"Very good." The person took off the mask, to reveal her face.

"Ah, yes. Last time I saw you, you were a mere private serving under me. Your father would have been proud to see you today."

"That is very kind of you, General Hummel."

"I am afraid I have no choice but to surrender to you. I think you became a Major when you left the service, am I not correct?"

"I never left the service, if you remember correctly. I am now a Lietenant Colonel in addition to being President."

"How'd they let you out here?"

"No one knows. I do quite a few things without anyone knowing."

"True. This war gives me to many flashbacks. I wish not to continue with it. Here, let me go home. Dont try my men for treason, they are only Bonstocknians caught up in this mess."

"I believe we can do that."

"Your father admired this greatly. Ironic that I must surrender to my own division. Here." He pulled out a sword from his belt. "Use it well."

"I will, General."

"Your father would be most proud of his daughter today."

Ninj4 interupted. "Would someone enlighten me on what's going on here?"

"It's ok. I am Lieutenant Colonel Hu Li, President of the Republic of Bonstock. This si my former commander, General Karl Hummel. He retired recently, but was called back into service by the rebels."

Hummel looked to one of his subordinates. "Private, surrender Army Group South to the Maropians. That is an order. The war is lost. Get me von Strauswitz."

The man pulled out a cell phone, and went to send out the radio transmission.

Hummel dialed the number. Von strauswitz answered.

"Sir," Hummel said.

"What is this information about the recent airborne troops?"

"They've landed."

"LANDED!?!?"

"Correct."

"Tell your men to resist at all cost. No man is to survive or give up. Tell them to throw themselves into battle, as soon as you can!"

"I must refuse that order. The Maropians have made contact with me. I am now in the custody of a government commander. I wish not to continue this bloodshed. I entered this war reluctantly, hopeing not to enter. I can only make peace with my self by not sending these naive young Bonstocknians to their graves."

"I will revoke your commision."

"I am a General in the Bonstocknian army. You were a Captain in the Bonstocknian navy when you were court martialed. I order you to stand down."

"I will never stand down. This is a battle to the end!"

"For what?"

"For Bonstock!"

"If you had any care in your heart for your country, you would resign immediatly, order the Revolutionary Council disbanded, and allow the governmetn control. The nightmare must end before there is even more bloodshed."

"You are a traitor to your country."

"On the contrary, you are the traitor. I must terminate this conversation now. Make the right choice."

"I will never make the choice against my country." He hung up, and looked at his bomb, now complete. He contemplated what to do. Surrender was out of the question.

HQ, Army Group North
30 miles south of Port Yuko, Bonstock.

"General von Pruessen, we have disturbing news. Government landings have taken place near Midlands, and Hummel surrendered."

"I knew he would. I know him well. The old man got scared of war after he fought at Port Yuko. He'll do everything he can to prevent another battle for it."

"Then we should give him no other option!"

"Captain Pemsel, that is a good idea. But we want to prevent the same thing. No one will win such a battle."

"Well, we can!"

"Get me von Strauswitz."

"Yes sir."

They went to a signals base, and got on a transmission.

"General von Strauswitz, we are much disturbed by the surrender of Army Group South. It seems like they simply disintigrated. I fear the same will happen to Army Group North, giving the rebellion no options other then capitulation. I suggest we try to make peace on honorable terms before we are utterly lost."

"That is something I cannot concieve of doing. We have come so far. If we wear them down in a street battle for Port Yuko, we can beat them!"

"Army Group North would disintigrate!"

"It would fall back to prepared positions."

"No, there would be mass desertion, even turncoats. We cannot let this battle draw on any longer. Request that the Revolutionary Council seek peace with the Government."

"You make your case to the council. Introduce a proposal for peace."

"I will do my best, sir." He turned to his aide. "Get me the Council."

"Yes sir."

The council had assembled, after an hour. They watched on a big screen TV as von Pruessen made his case.

"Honorable council members, I introduce a request. I bring you first disturbing news. Our army is on the brink of mass desertion. Troops are nothing more then militia units unsuited to the task ahead. The Government has landed highly trained, professional troops. Only our elite units can hope to handle them, and those elite units will be overstretched and in need of supply. All ready, the gigantic Army Group South has disintigrated, and joined the government's cause. I fear that the same will happen with Army Group North if serious action is not taken immediatly. If this happens, all is lost.

"As we speak, a giant Government army moves to annihilate us. We cannot hold out against their well equipped and well trained troops. The only option would be to fall back to a street battle for Port Yuko. This would cause suffering beyond imagining. Millions of people will be killed, many of them innocent civilians. And a government victory would be complete, and our rebellion destroyed completely. There would be no hope. The only option is to seek peace on honorable terms. We can certainly afford to share the government. There is no other option. We must either make peace or die."

It was soundly rejected. "Comrades," yelled one excited councilman, "We will crush the enemy at the gates of Port Yuko!" The council erupted in cheers, and started singing proletariat songs.

Meanwhile, all of Army Group South was being ordered to mobilize, and march north. A great march, with millions of men and thousands of tanks, commenced. They headed for Port Yuko, into Army Group North territory.

It was 9:00 AM. They were 15 driving hours to Port Yuko.

9:00 AM. Following Army Group South

The ST-10 mechs continued their march. Now, they joined up with Army Group South. There were 100 mechs equipped with mortars. Long-range mortars. Froogle had contacted Hu Li through ninj4 and the two leaders worked out a plan. The mechs would go in first, after a bombardment of the enemy with mortars. While the mechs busied the forces, infantry would move up and surround the right and left flanks of Army Group North. Tanks and artillery would also back up the mechs as soon as Army Group North was semi-surrounded. As the enemy numbers would decrease, more infantry would come to support the surrounding forces and eventually, Army Group North would be surrounded and destroyed. The 10 mechs with minesweepers had the minesweepers removed and another machinegun added on instead. The enemy would be taken by surprise.

But then the forces needed to mount on Port Yuko. Hopefully, the army would be able to destract attacking forces long enough for ninj4 to destroy the bomb.

Or at least, that was the plan.

Plans don't always work out in practice.

The mechanized divisions of the Maropian Expeditionary Force had landed by now, all 7 of them. It was now twelve o'clock.

ooc: Composition of a mechanized division

Headquarters
-HQ Company
-Divisional Band
1 Armored Brigade
-3 tank battalions (58 Leapord 2S each)
2 Mechanized Brigades
-each 3 mechanized battalions (58 Marder 1A3 each)
Aviation Brigade
-52 Eurocopter
Divisional Artillary
-4 battalions (18 PzH 2000 each)
Engineers Brigade
- 3 battalions (50 engineer vehicles, 8 bridges)
AA battalion (58 Avenger)
Signals battalion (58 signals trucks)
DISCOM (3 Forward Support battalions, 1 Main support battalion, 1 Aviation Support Battalion)

ooc: for a more detailed description, TM me. This is a mere synopsis of my research that has taken me 6 months of my life.

Near Port Yuko, Bonstock
8:00 PM.

Army Group North was starting to fall apart. Units started to not appear in positions, and plans made by the headquarters were useless. The only salvation for this army of militias were 6 elite mechanized divisions defending Port Yuko. Von Preussen asked the Revolutionary Council for the units to be made available. It was denied. Von Pruessen argued that his army would fall apart without them, and still the Council refused.

Meanwhile, at the headquarters of Army Group South, plans were underway for the final capture of Port Yuko. First mechanized units would seal off the city, and bombard it with artillery and bombers. Then airborne troops would sieze the weakened city. But there was still a problem. The Rebels had completed the ultimate superweapon, the bomb that would destroy whole nations at once. It was of utmost importance that the bomb be destroyed.

General Gustavus Adolphus, commader of the Maropian Expeditionary Force, called upon his subordinates to fabricate a raid to destroy the bomb. Zecro agent ninj4 volunteered. As he walked out of the room, he was confronted by the President, Hu Li.

“I would like to go with you,” she said.

“It would be too dangerous.”

“It is personal for me. I must go. That is an order.”

“Very well.”

The two got onto a helicopter, and it took off. Below them was the gigantic column of troops that was Army Group South. It stretched for hundreds of miles, with tanks and trucks and foot soldiers, all headed north along the peninsula that was Bonstock, to Port Yuko.

The helicopter the could see below the mechanized spearhead, the seven Maropian divisions, start to cut off the tip of the peninsula, where Port Yuko was located. The helicopter flew in throught the pitch black sky. They could see where the buildings were, using night vision goggles. The helicopter hovered over the Bank of Bonstock building, and allowed its passenges to rappel onto the roof. The two scurried to a ventilation shaft, attached a long rope to the top, and rappelled down 105 stories. They found themselves in a large parking lot, a quite empty one too. One of them started to look around. The other one gave a hand gesture, signaling the other to follow. They came to a door, and found an armed guard. Sneaking up from behind in the shadows, one of them grabbed the guard from behind, knocked him down, and took his keys. Then they proceeded into the door, to find stairs that led down many levels, to a large room with many boxes. On one side of the room were two small, circular capsules, looking like they were straight out of a sci-fi movie.

“In there,” whispered one of the conspirators.

They heard two men talking in the background.

“General von Strauswitz,” said one of the voices, “The bomb is now ready for delivery. In those pods, you will find a bomb in each. One is for Maropian Coast, and one is for self defense.”

“Excellent. You and your men have outdone yourselves. Now, where is my fleet?”

“We just received word that they are just arriving, ready to help you.”

“Very well, sir. You are dismissed.”

“Is something wrong, sir?”

“Nothing. You may leave.”

The man walked away, and the other one walked up to the door. He waited until his subordinate was gone, and then flipped the light switch. “Well, we meet again, Frauline,” he said.

“Ninj4, go to those pods. Get the bombs out of the payload bays, and get Froogle to destroy them.”

“Yes.” He went off to find the bombs.

“And where do you think your friend is going? Listen, there is nothing you can do, Frauline Hu. You have lost this war. You must adapt to the times.”

“I will never allow you to use Bonstock for your means.”

“Just like your father. I remember how your father, myself, and old Ste. Evremonde all went to Sniper Country, part of a sixteen man special forces team. Quite funny how we all ended up. Your father was good as a teacher. But we were soldiers. He was too weak to fulfill his duties. He was merely a sage. And so, he died, by my hand.”

Hu Li, incensed, took out the sword given to her by General Hummel. She ran to von Strauswitz, and tried to stab him. She was blocked by a swift sword draw by von Strauswitz.

“My dear Frauline, it does not have to be this way. I can make you a very powerful woman. Just join me.”

“Never. You betrayed Bonstock, you killed Ste. Evremonde, and you killed my father.”

“Colonel Hu and Ste. Evremonde were both unable to cope with change. To weak to realize who has power now. It is only logical that they shall both die by my hand.”

Rage boiled over in Hu Li’s body. She took her sword, and slashed about uncontrollably, getting blocked at every blow. Then von Strauswitz struck back, right into her shoulder. She fell back, and lay on the floor. Strauswitz walked over, and kicked her head. He looked at her for a long moment, and started to think of a past scene. In the same building it was, twelve years ago. Then he walked over to one of the pods. He looked in to see that his bombs were missing. He said aloud “Where are those bombs!” He looked over, and saw ninj4 trying to contact Froogle.

“Ordinarily, I’d kill you now,” he said, and ninj4 looked up in horror. “But I have plenty more bombs. I have an entire space fleet ready, and it has just arrived. This war is lost for you.”

Ninj4 reached for his rifle, but by the time he could, Strauswitz got into one of the pods, and blasted out of the bunker.

Ninj4, stunned, looked around. He saw Hu Li, stammering over to him, covering her wounded shoulder. “Give me the bomb,” she said, in a haggard voice. “I need to take it somewhere.”

Ninj4 did as he was told.

“Now leave. Find High Command. Tell them that I will have orders for them soon.”

Ninj4 nodded his head, and exited the room. Hu Li put the bombs in the payload compartment, and strapped in. She turned it on. It hovered, and then burst through the ceiling, through the clouds, and into the upper atmosphere.

Far above, von Strauswitz flew to his fleet, which hovered above. The secret fleet had belonged to Bonstock before the war, crewed by communist dissidents who had their memories erased. With their memories restored, they were loyal servants of the revolution. Exactly the type Strauswitz could control.

“Sir, this is an unexpected pleasure.”

“Prepare the bombs for firing. Target Maropian Coast and Bonstock.”

“As you wish, sir.”

The fleet moved through space, inching closer to Earth. A fully equipped Klonor built fleet was ready, and it positioned to fire its deadly payload.

Von Strauswitz moved to the bridge of the ship, and looked out the window. One man reported sensors picking up an unidentified space pod. Strauswitz ignored it, and concentrated on his moment of victory.

Hu Li’s pod zipped closer and closer to the fleet, and ships opened up laser fire. Still von Strauswitz was unconcerned, until he saw the thing directly outside the bridge.

There was truly no thought in Hu Li’s mind other then revenge. Revenge for the loss of her father, and of her mentor Ste. Evremonde. Revenge for the soul that had been murdered so young. She piloted the pod on a direct path to the command ship, where von Strauswitz was.

Von Strauswitz looked out to see the pod hurtle towards his ship. He turned and fled, and his mind thought of his own life. A love destroyed by war. A career ruined by bold actions. He hit the deck, terrified for the first time since twelve years ago, in the ruins of another battle for Port Yuko. It was no use. The pod smashed into the deck, and detonated the two bombs. The entire fleet was incinerated within the course of a second.


Back on Earth, the Revolutionary Council made one last desperate gamble in the Port Yuko suburb of Brientenfeld. They send their mechanized divisions in boxes, facing down the lighter Maropian tanks, mostly Stryker combat vehicles. Air strikes quickly decimated the attack, and a barrage of mobile artillery arose. The divisions attacked militia units, which fled immediately. Then they turned their attention to brigades of Maropian Strykers. Their own artillery fell right through the brigades, and they continued unhurt. Their commander, General Adolphus, used his mobile artillery to fire on the tightly packed armored formations, with decimating effect. Aided greatly by Zecro mortar mechs, his ten brigades destroyed six divisions of armor. The crews abandoned their tanks, and fled. Army Group North, shocked, gave up almost instantly. Army Group South came into Port Yuko, and arrested the Revolutionary Council members, along with anyone who still resisted. General Adolphus received a transmission.

In strict confidence:

General Adolphus,

You and your men have fought bravely today. Bonstock’s nightmare has just ended. But that of the world has just begun. Released today was the ultimate superweapon, a bomb with the power to destroy whole nations, not just cities. Do everything you must to prevent other nations from using this, for it will cause suffering beyond what has ever been suffered. Our nation wields enormous power now. Use it wisely. You will assume the duties of President until a new civil government is put into place. Concern yourself not with my fate. Now get some rest. It’s been a long day.

Hu Li
President, Republic of Bonstock

General Adolphus folded the note, and looked up at the sky, which filled with little falling stars, obviously form a huge explosion. He then looked down upon his troops, marching in the streets. He listened to the beat of the drums, and the steady beat of his soldiers’ shoes, as a clock tower tolled midnight. They marched on into the night, fading into the distance, until they were out of sight and inaudible. And thus they marched on, in the subconscious of a nation torn apart by their sound.

ninj4 was almost out of the building, when he saw the fighter fly out ofthe ground and up into the sky. "Where am I going?" he thought. "I have to destroy the bunker!" He quickly ran back inside.

Once inside, he quickly took out the vial of nanobots. And a mini-CD. He put the CD into a computer nearby and set the program free. In a few minutes, the whole mainframe would be destroyed. He set the nanobots loose onto a nearby computer. They'd finish up whatever the program didn't.

Before exiting the bunker, Alexavier found the sword that had belonged to the rulers of Bonstock. He'd give it to te next leader, whoever it was. He ran out of the building and back up to the helicopter to fly away back to HQ. His mission had been accomplished.

Something flashed up in the sky. Alexavier looked up. There were two great explosions in the sky. "Sw33t l33t..." [OMG...] "That's where she took the bomb."

Six months later

Now a field marshal and still leader of Bonstock, Adolphus sat up, looking at the ocean from the harbor of Port Yuko. He still saw the massive fleet that once liberated a nation from itself. Then, he saw only seagulls.

Still in full uniform, he walked away, towards the bunker where High Command waited for the next war. Along the way, he was confronted by a familiar face.

"Good evening, Field Marshal."

Somewhat surprised, he instantly recognized him. "Agent ninj4, what would you be doing here?"

"On leave."

"Ah, I see."

"Sir, I have something that I think should be yours."

"What is it?"

He handed him a long package from behind his back. He held it out with both hands. Adolphus took it, and opened the top. It was a sword, still bloddied from its past uses. An officer's sword, still with a crest of an old aristocratic family.

Adolphus took it out, and wielded it in his hand. "There is quite a long history to this sword. I remember well, for I once saw it. I was once commander of the 9th Airborne Division, which was used in the first battle for Port Yuko, when the 1st and 2nd Airborne Divisions were destroyed. The sword had been an old one, used for generations by the Ste. Evremonde family. Charles Ste. Evremonde, after the battle, awarded it to the Count von Hummel, who commanded I Airborne Corps, to which we were subordinate."

"Hummel gave it to Hu Li. She used it against von Strauswitz."

After a somewhat stunned silence, he said "Tell me, whatever happened to her?"

"I still cannot believe it, it had something to do with a rebel spacefleet and the bomb to end all bombs. But whatever happened, she piloted a spacepod into the supposed spacefleet, and detonated herself. The explosion lit the night. To this day, I don't believe it."

Adolphus looked to the sky. He shook his head a bit, and smiled. "So it did exist, Project Spacewaffe."

"I'm sorry?"

"Nothing. Nothing of importance."

"I had better be going now. But first, sir, I think you should know me not as Agent Ninj4. From now on, call me Alexavier Schwartzvald."

"Well, Mr. Schwartzvald, I would like you to have something."

"What, sir?"

"I want you to keep this sword. It holds too many memories for me to bear." He handed the sword to the stunned man, bowed slightly in a military fasion, and saluted. Then he walked back to his command post. On the way, he looked again to the sky. He looked at the streets. He looked at the ocean. He still saw the soldiers marching, the planes flying, and the ships offshore loitering. He saw men dying, children screaming, and explosions tearing the place apart.

"May never this happen again," He thought. "May never there be such a long day." And the visions blurred, and he saw the new Bonstock, having risen from the ashes of a war against itself. He saw the majestic mountains of the penninsula, and the marvelous ocean sunset. He looked over to a tree, and found two visions. The past Presidents of Bonstock. In an flashback, he saluted. The visions smiled, and saluted back, and bowed deeply. Then they disappeared forevermore, and all the visions of war followed with them. The soldiers, the planes, the ships, all to be seen nevermore by a human eye, nor heard by a human ear. Adolphus turned, and went back inside. For the first time in two and a half years, he rested.