NationStates Jolt Archive

::In the Hence Palace, Carmine paces around while discussing matters with Ramsus and Raskalnokov::

Carmine: I know, that's good enough for now. But they've been him-hawing around for weeks. I think they merely think that we're a lesser country.

Raskalnokov: Well until recently things had been rather dead in LETI, and there wasn't much we could do unil the meeting took place.

Carmine: That was the point, thank you. But now... no nobody cares. They care about us as musch as they care about the potential civil war in the land of the X-iles. It doesn't affect them, so they don't care. We need to do something.

Kahr: We could annex Dubelco.

Carmine: It's been done before, it's old hat. Hmm, wait a minute. ::He hits the intercom:: Watson, could you fetch me the papers from File 454220-6?

::Watson appears later with the file, which he gives to Carmine. Carmine reads it for moment::

Carmine: Is this the only copy of this document we have?

Watson: Yes sir, it was in the highly confidential archives, we don't have this documented anywhere else.

Carmine: Good. ::He pulls out a lighter and sets fire to the file. Watson's eyes grow wide as the file incinerates. Raskalnokov is puzzled::

Raskalnokov: Sir?

Carmine: ::turns to Ramsus:: General Kahr, I want you to begin production of nuclear arms immediately.

Kahr: Sir?

Carmine: You have your orders...

::Ritsuko and Taskmaster look around the room. There are no living guards left, instead replaced with dead ones all strewn about::

TM: So how do we know where their cells are?

Voice: Well that's an easy question! ::They turn around and gasp. About a dozen more guards stand in a secret doorway. They part as a man steps forward::

Ritsuko: My God! Slotter!

Sgt. Slotter: Indeed. Are you surprised? You think you could do a show like that and still evade my notice? I am disappointed. I have the most intelligent military person and the most elusive man in all of LETI right here.

TM: What is this, a Bond movie?

Slotter: Well if it were a Bond movie, I'd tell you my plans, then put you in an overly complicated but easily escapable death situation, then promptly leave. You won'tbe so lucky. Because I think I'm just going to shoot you now.

::Suddenly the ground shakes as bits of the cavern ceiling begin to fall. The guards freeze::

Random Guard #1: Omigosh! It's an earthquake!

Slotter: I don't give a s*&$ what it is! Kill them anyway!

::In the middle of the room, a giant point pushes through the cavern ceiling. Within seconds, it has emerged into a giant drill. The drill is attached to what appears to be the car Ritsuko and Taskmaster came in on. A voice is heard over a speaker::

Voice: Miss Ritsuko! Master Taskmaster! Hurry up and get in!

::As the guards scramble to get out of the way of the drill bit, Ritsuko and Taskmaster jump onto the car bewildered. Ritsuko looks up front atthe driver and her jaw drops as she sees::

Ritsuko: OLD MAISON?!?!?!? What the hell are YOU doing?!?!? ::The car turns towards the entrance::

Maison: Well somwhow I managed to escape without being caught. I began to look for you when I saw your message on TV. I caught up with you just outside of Skulkistan and remained out of sight until I thought I could do something.

TM: I didn't know this car had a drill bit on it...

Maison: It didn't. That's why I didn't get to you sooner.

Ritsuko: YOU did this?!?

Maison: Well in my spare time I like to tinker around a bit with machines and things.

Ritsuko: I can't believe this. So where are we going?

Maison: Oh, well I found out where the prison cells are, and there's an easier route to get there. Let's regroup and I'll explain.

TM: Who is this guy?

Maison: Oh! Dreadfully sorry! My name is Maison! I'm the butler.

TM: THE f$*%&*$ BUTLER?

OOC: Ed -- Nice! -Mike

Thanks mike, this game isn't completly about lake domination.. :-D

*Captain ramsey looks over the bow of his Ship of the line scanning the horizon with his telescope looking for what he has to destroy, pirates of the great lakes... they've been terrorizing shipping up and down erie, and now it was his duty, and his fleet to wipe them out. A small deck hand comes up with a cockney accent, he salutes the captain*

Boy: Cap'n why we be out here lookin for pirates? We should be back at port with the ladies!!!
Captain: Boy have you hit puberty yet?
Boy: No sir I havn't...
Captain, these dogs are a threat to society..
Boy: I don't see why they just didn't give me a Romanov class battleship instead of these old rotting tubs!
Captain: Because these old wrotting tubs are what made Edenstein great.... back to your post!
Boy: Aye Aye
*The captain continues to look out over the horizen*

Captain: Your out there jack.... I know it....

*Samsylvannia Palace*

Sammek: What do we have on the agenda for today? And where is Daniel Jackson?

Ash: He's down at the archives. Four-eyed bookworm. This telegram came from Anda...Ande...oh f*#& it, just read it. *He hands the note to Sammek.*

Sammek: *Reads quietly for a moment.* What? They didn't even bother to address it to me? "To: The Executive of Samsylvannia." WTF! Why I oughta...

General Aldo: Hammond! All forces on alert. CHEESECON 1. Prepare to invade TFooTCoC!

Sammek: Belay that order. Aldo, would you give it a rest? And I thought we were going to stop all the cheese references and replace them with ice cream ones.

Anne: Well we did, it's just that CHEESECON sounds better than ICECREAMCON.

Sammek: I suppose...doesn't have the same ring to it I guess.

Anne: What shall our reply be?

Sammek: You tell that son of a bitch Brandt that if he wants to deal with Samsylvannia HE CAN LEARN THE GOD DAMNED NAME OF THE PERSON HE'S TALKING TO!!!

Ash: *To Tartiana* Sheesh...what crawled up his ass?

Sammek: ASH! Shut up! And what kind of a name is Ash anyway? Short for Ashley? That's a stupid girls name!

Anne: Uh...sir?

Sammek: Alright alright...tell Mr. Brandt that we are watching the growing tensions with a great deal of concern, but in accordance with various treaties and agreements that we do not wish to become directly involved at this point. You know...something like that.

General Aldo: *Under breath.* Wuss.

Sammek: I hate this job.

Nimzonian Beachhead

Otto's company, which all told amounted to barely platoon strength, was on the beach, waiting to board the troopship RNS Duckfoot. There were other companies from LETIreijk moving ashore, and preparing to march up route 40. Talk was going round that the MadderMikians had surrendered, and that there wasn't going to be any real fighting left to do.

Thus, it came as quite a surprise, when the large 50 cal slug broke the relative silence, passing straight through Otto's abdomen and out the other side, before blowing the leg off some unfortunate private. Otto was knocked to the ground, and immediately obscured by a mass of soldiers moving for cover.

"Snipers!!" yelled a melodramatic sergeant, and chaos ensued, as the troops spread out and tried to find either a good firing position, or somewhere to hide. Torp and some of the others pulled Otto clear, behind a truck. He was bleeding a lot, but still conscious; to a hypothetical spectator who had observed both this event and the assassination of General Jaarinen, the look of indignation and fury on Otto's face was identical to that of his father. A medic hurriedly set about stabilising the wound, while Otto stared angrily ahead, clenching his teeth and not saying anything. Torp watched nervously over the medic's shoulder, and generally got in the way.

"We need to get him on the ship." said the medic, and sent Torp and another off to get a stretcher. Otto just stared, and concentrated furiously on staying alive; there was no way he was going to die before his triumphant return to Koenberg.

Meanwhile, helicopters from one of the Wasp-class carriers were scouring the beach and surrounding area, aiding the troops on the ground in trying to find the sniper.

::Carmine gets a call as Watson walks in with a sheet of paper in her hand::

Carmine: Yes? Right... Ok... Of course, that makes sense. Brilliant! Do that then, it'll save us time which right now is what we can't afford. No, no quaestions just continue as planned. ::He hangs up:: Now, what can I do for you, Mr. Watson?

Watson: I'd like to know what you're planning. Finances are dropping as you pour money into your new program. You haven't mentioned anything about it yet. All it says it Project Miami 2017...

Carmine: I know. Let's just say Slotter secured us a recently dead nation in the South Pacific to do our experiments.

Watson: I didn't know you had that kind of compassion for the people and environment of thiscountry.

Carmine: You know me well. The reason of course is because of the time anomaly between LETI and other regions of the world. We can get so much more done by doing things there.

Watson: But that's illegal! The whole region signed an agreement not to do that. It messes with things too much.

Carmine: Is it any different from buying things from other nations?

Watson: Yes, because that's not illegal. You can't just deny that it never happened!

Carmine: You remember that file you found me yesterday?

Watson: You don't mean...

Carmine: Yes, because of that, it never happened.

Watson: Well what happens when the other nations find out?

Carmine: How? By spying on the 113 current nations in the South Pacific to find where one is that recently died? We won't be found.

Watson: I just dont understand why...

Carmine: Because we've been ignored long enough...

4 days ago

Jake Featherstone: Only one thing to do. Andaluciae is going to be a problem now, seeing as how they launced against us.

Gen. Forrest III: Yes I agree. They have gone too far and must be stopped. And I'm not buying that "Our country had a revolution" thing for a second. They tried that already against the Manarthians and Edesnteinians and it worked didn't it?

Adm Kimmel: Indeed. But what should we do?

Gen. Forrest III: I saw we work to isolate them from the rest of LETI. Without Edenstein and HO they'd be nothing but a walk in the park.

Jake Featherstone: No, I have a better idea...

Yesterday

The Grand Lake Erie Confederate Armada, based out of Dubelco, sets sail for Andaluciae. Within are several thousand troops ships of the Kentucky Class. Capable of carrying upwards of 10,000 troops or an entire battalion of tanks, and the equipment for the same.

Today

They arive at Andaluciae, and begin landing. They are accosted by several border patrol craft, but the Destroyers of the fleet are more than enough to keep them away. Resistance is light, and the suprise is complete. The Armies, numbering 10 million men (2 million conscripted Manarthians, 1 million WPB mercs, 2 million COC mercs, 5 million FA regulars) in total, land,and set up a perimeter several towns wide. They begin pushing foward, hoping to take several more before the Andaluciaen military responds to their presence.

FA nuclear silos begin opening fire on military targets in Edenstein, HO and Andaluciae (out of the line of the main invasion), as well as civilian targets in Andaluciae as well. Multiple warheads are sent on each target in order to ensure the destruction of it, with the minimal chance of a miss. Several strikes also are launched against the assumed locations of the Edenstein and HO fleets outside of the locks, and any enemy fleet near Andaluciae. Ohio class nuclear submarines, based in Ontario, begin launching ICBMs at similar targets.

FA troops (5 armies worth of Manarthian conscripts) push foward ignoring their own danger and sieze the locks from Edenstein and HO. The constant waves of bodies is too much, and the HO and Edenstein forces are overrun.

Most of the FA airforce is sent to engage anything attempting to fly over the locks, while the anti-missile defenses are put on the highest alert possible for a counter attack.

In Eastern Detroit (Manarth controlled, but almost independant of the FA dominated LOTI Manarth), former PM Jake Vandershale watches the TV and sees the reports begin to come in about the strikes.

Jake Vandershale: Prophet deliver us all from the Void.

He has a heart attack and dies.

3 Corps of FA airborn troops fly towards Edenstein (Linux City), with the orders to land in, and cause as much chaos as possible to, that country. They are escourted by a 10 wings of U-103s (FA tech. Comperable to an F-15).

A similar number of planes and troops are headed for HO as well (the main island).

OOC: Wow...glad thats not me...

*Interim Consul Korrigan is alerted by the early warning radar system of FA's strikes*

Grand Admiral Scheer: Korrigan, we need to retaliate against the bastards.

Korrigan: Yes, yes...the release codes are A12A50Q51

Scheer: All targets, yes?

Korrigan: yes...

Scheer: Okay, put 5 dozen nukes on their invasion force, put a 7 meganukes on their capitol, and make sure you blow everything to hell. THey fired first, those bastards.

*out at sea, Ohio class submarines fire their Trident missiles at their targets. Meanwhile, the Andaluciaen B3 bombers are equipped with meganukes, and are deployed against FA's main cities. These huge stealth bombers near FA territory unseen for now. The strategic bomber command in Andaluciae scrambles dozens of B-52s, many of them, bearing the new stealthy cruise missle, and orders them against the invasion force, to sink them with nuclear strikes. Several Ohio class remains unfired and is waiting to hit the invasion force with it's missiles if the B-52s should fail. Some remaining ICBMs (the one's stored in the colonies that the coup couldn't use, and were therfore not hit by Edenstein's bomb) are also fired at FA. Andaluciaen air defense systems are tuend up to maximum, and the Andaluciaen government will use low yield nukes to detonate incoming thermo-nuclear weapons. Allen III Air-to-Air missiles tipped with low yield nukes are pointing towards the sky...*

*data spews from the emergency situation ticker on board one of the nuclear missile cruisers*

Capt von Schuld: Well, then looks like the nukes are flying...Bring us about and empty our cruise missiles into those buggers, we've got what, 12 nukes with us?

Petty Officer James: Yessir.

Capt von Schuld: Well, I guess we fire now, don't we?

Political Officer Tomlinson: Yes, I confirm your order...

Capt von Schuld: And off they go, loads of high speed, low altitude stealthy death.

*similar scene is repeated on Andaluciaen warships across the lakes, and carriers send of Fighter/Bombers with nukes as well*

::A Red Alert goes out throughout all of HO to get to shelters immediately. Project A New Hope goes into effect as the SDIs begin to fire at the incoming missiles. All is chaos throughout the country as fighters scramble to join the usual patrolling craft. In the Hence Palace, peopel are going crazy. Watson, , Jenny, Raskalnokov, and Ramsus are standing in front of Carmine who still appears to be keeping his cool::

Raskalnokov: The whole region's gone mad! What the hell's going on?

::Jenny tries to stifle a laugh::

Watson: Sir, if I may, I think that this is more than we bargained for. I mean, I know we watned people not to ignore us anymore, but I mean come on! Look at this!

Raskalnokov: Bastards are in complete violation of the LETI Treaty banning nukes! There was a reason we had this thing out there!

Ramsus: B4U Base is ready for conversion 2.0, awaiting Dynamite Rave.

Jenny: Sir, Project Dodgers still is not finished, and there's nothing we can do.

Watson: SIR! What should we do!

Carmine: ::stands silently for a minute:: Cotinue doing your best to stop this. We won't be overrun by those bastards. Watson!

Watson: Yes Sir?

Carmine: I want you to send a message to DOS about the protocol on this. That damn country has some kind of control we don't have, and I want to know how far it reaches.

Watson: Yes Sir!

Carmine: Oh and one more thing.

Watson: Yes?

Carmine: I want you send a telegram to HOS.

::Everyone stands in shock::

Raskalnokov: Y, y, you can't be serious? WhY?!?

Carmine: You have your orders, now go...

OOC: Happy birthday to Nationstates!

::Completely unaware of the apocalyptic situation happening in the region, Ritsuko, Taskmaster and Maison sneak into Slotter's hideout again through a secret door::

TM: THe F$%#@ Butler... I can't believe it. How did you find this entrance?

Maison: Let's just say I have myways Master Taskmaster! ::Ritsuko giggles::

Ritsuko: Master Taskmaster, that's funny every time I hear it! ::Taskmaster glares at her::

TM: Well look at this! This leads right to the sleeping quarters for most of these guys.

Maison: Yes, it's how they can come and go without being seen by the rest of Avalanche. ::They walk through the room. Taskmaster stops for a minute::

TM: Wait. ::He runs over to one of the bedrolls,reaches under it and grabs a set of keys that had fallen down:: These might come in handy.

Ritsuko: How did you see those? Even when you were grabbing them I couldn't see.

TM: ::Shrugs:: There's a reason I'm good at what I do. ::They exit the room and begin sneaking through the corridors::

Maison: Footsteps! ::They hide behind an old weapons deposit box (don't ask...) A few people walk by::

Eddie: I'll bet Slotter's pissed even mroe now! Even with Carmine doing his Project Dodgers it won't be ready in time for everything to go to pot.

Will: You're right, but does he really care about that country? Or will he be more happy that people are just blowing the f#$% out of each other?

Eddie: Come to think of it, I guess I really don't know what his ultimate goals are. I know he wants FOOTCOC blown off the face of the earth, and Empress Carolyn dead. Once that happens what's he going to do?

Smucker: You have a point. But what can we do?

John: Nothing except our jobs. And right now we have a job. We need to get everyone on high alert in case those bombs hit us here. And don't forget those bastards could come back!

Eddie: I'm sure they're coming back. We're talking about the two best shots in LETI. They won't give up so easily... ::They turn a corner::

Ritsuko: ::Whispers:: Bombs? What the heck is going on out there?

*In the Capitol City of Andrewtinople a tragic scene exists*

As Soldiers direct a select group of civilians to the third level subway tunnel, a childrens choir from the Broad Street Episcopalian Church sings Amazing Grace.

As Crowds rush the soldiers to get into the tunnels, shots are fired, but overhead in the sky is where the real drama is occuing.

The Andaluciaen Allen III SAM is a rocket tipped with a low yield nuclear warhead. It is a casualty minimization weapon, designed specifically for shooting down inbound ICBMs.

The Upper-Atmosphere Radar station begins by locating the first inbound FA missile. Upon successfully finding one, the first Allen III is fired upward, it screams towards, the now visible comet of the re-entering ICBM, in a race of death.

In the harbor, Andaluciaen Naval Destroyers activate their AEGIS radar system, and begin to light off their Standard Missiles.

Ground based Vulcan Cannons begin tracking, these are the last line of defense.

*Former Supreme Consul Andrew von Beppler watches from the roof of his home, as the missiles come screaming in. The first inbound is destroyed by the Allen III. The second inbound meets with the Cruisers SAMs. The next warhead is hit by antoher Allen III, and the final is taken out at the last second by the vulcan cannons*

The people cheer as the remnants of the last missile thunk down in an industrial area. Unfortuneately this was one of the few instances where there were people were left to cheer.

Nuclear weapon detonations occured in dozens of Andaluciaen cities and dozens of military installations that were not as well defended as Andrewtinople. Millions are dead.

More nuclear weapons are sure to detonate over Andaluciaen soil, and the first will be the thermo-nuclear W-80 warheads targeted on the FA invasion force.

The B-52s fire off their cruise missles, and several B-2s fire off decoys, to attract FA anti-air fire from the stealthy cruise missiles.

OCC.... this will be delt with harshly when I'm not boged down by more pressing matters....

::The nuclear missles stream in towards Grahf Military Base on Omega Island and Sabrewulf Base on Junpei Island. As the well planned SDI program goes into effect above Sabrewulf the nuclear missiles are quickly shot down above it. A huge sigh of relief sweeps over the base. Grahf Base is not so lucky, having not yet fully recovered from the Crippleslovenian attacks. The SDI system was not complete. 1 nuke makes it through the defense systems and detonates. Nearby villages have already been mostly evacuated, but there are still many, many deaths from the initial explosion and the effects of the radiation will not be known for some time. Radar also picks up one nuke that strayed off course and hits on Tifa Island, enveloping most of the island area with its radiation. There are no casualties from that explosion, since Tifa Island has been uninhabitable since the last time it was attacked.

In the Hence Palace, as everyone is going mad trying to figure carry out orders, an evacuation of all head personnel is ordered. Carmine and his crew secretly escape out of the palace and leave Fei Fong Wong. In the confusion, intelligence worker Fen Pryor delves into the military inventory. People have long since given up on telling him he should evacuate, being one of the only intelligence workers who have been there longer than a few months. His eyes go wide when he finds what he's been looking for. A big grin comes over his face. He saves the infomation on his Flash Drive and bolts out of the room. He runs blindly, hoping to find a place to leave the city, and the country for now. 'I know Edenstein is no safer, but I have to talk to someone there about this immediately!' he thinks as he runs.

As he runs out he passes by financial analyst Jimmy Jonga who is currently on the phone with the Pennyworths and other huge financial investors::

Jimmy: That's right. If my suspicions are correct... ::He looks up at Fen, who nods as he runs by:: then we could be sitting on a gold mine here. What I want you to do is take all your money, do you hear me? All your money and invest it! Invest it in...

::As Fen runs by, someone else on the floor above trips and drops a hanfdul of tools she was carrying. A wrench falls and knows Jimmy on the head::

Jimmy: Waffles! Big fluffy golden waffles with lots of syrup!

::Fen continues to run, unaware of what Jimmy has just said. He gets on the first helicoptor and flies to Edenstein::

OOC: I'm going to be ignoring MegaNukes in partial, as they are not really feasable IRL. As such, I will be scaling back the damage done by the nukes to a more RL level (i.e. one will destroy a city and poison the survivors and most of the people downwind.)

Andaluciae, Invasion Zone

The first rounds of nuclear devices begin falling amoungst the invasion force. While they do have some NBC defences, the severity of the barage is more than enough to overwhelm it. Civilians, caught in the blast as well, are vaporated along side the invading soldiers as the nukes continue to fall.
80% Casualties / 50% fatalities

Lake Erie Armada

The Armada, although spread out, is hammered relentlessly by the nuclear devices. Inspite of the "Stealthy Missiles" and decoys, the AEGIS ships have a reletively easy time with the incoming warheads, but several do manage to get through. One hits a concentration of Aircraft carriers, another a large number of empty troop transports, while a third hammers two Destroyer screens.

Loss in Shipping 5%

FA Canal Zone

As the Andaluciaen aircraft and missiles approach the mainland FA, they pass over the former DPM territory now controlled by FA. FA anti-air controllers on the ground, as well as the large number of aircraft scrambled and on station in the area engage most of the attacking aircraft, and hit a vast majority of the missiles.

Aircraft (B3s?) engaged (assuming you're just trying to muscle through my airdefences) 72% (NB that I have a lot up there, and they are going by both radar, infared and LOS)

Missiles intercepted 76% (NB You may not remember DPM but I did inherit his infrastructure. Ask Edenstein for details.)

FA Homeland

The remaining aircraft and missiles approach the FA homeland, where an additional supply of aircraft and anti-air defences await them. Some have been hastily bought from WPB, but they are present all the same. In spite of the lack of general skill involved in these last line of defences, most of the remaining aircraft are engaged and most, though not all of the missiles are detonated prematurely.

Aircraft Engaged: 72%(Locks) 26%(FA)
Aircraft not Engaged: 2%

Cities hit by Andaluciaen strikes:
Richmond (Capital) 99% casualties (Including Vice President Malcolm Clay)
Charlestown 99%
New Miami 58%
Ottowa 54%
Columbia 99%
Atlanta 99%
Mobile 99%
Little Rock 82%
Huston 33%
Freedom City 47%
Total loss of life: 15.6 Million

*The Andaluciaen Colonial Cruiser Squadrons have raced to attack positions of FA. Each Cruiser is equipped with 6 Nuclear tipped cruise missiles. They have received word of what has happened in their home, and the orders to implement Plan R are taken with much eagerness*

Admiral von Eschl to the squadrons: We have heard what has happened to our homes in Andaluciae. I know that many of you have lost loved ones. I know that you all must be feeling very strong emotions right now, but I ask you to be emotionless for just a little longer. The high command has issued Plan R to our squadrons, which gives me a large amount of personal control in the size and targeting of the strikes.

I henceforce order that we attack with all available ferocity. Our missiles will pave a road into FA! Our warheads will be rigged with cobalt jackets, to poison the land of the FA heathens for generations to come!

We will fire off the missiles in sequence, the first warheads impacting on the coast, and the warheads will continue further inland, detonating over new territory when damage and success probabilities are equal! We will make these filth pay!

*The remaining high command, now on the NEACP, receive this message. And are horrified at the use of cobalt jackets. But since Plan R has been activated they cannot do anything more. They decide to continue nuclear strikes against the invasion force, this time with ground launched cruise missiles*

In the wilderness approximately 200 miles from the from the FA invaders a Colonel receives target priorities. His mobile tracked launchers for the Gryphon missiles leave their protected areas, elevate their rockets and send a dozen BGM-109G Nuclear tipped cruise missiles against the FA forces.

OOC: Sorry I've been out for so long. Here is some background as to what the nation has been up to.

*In a state of limbo, a lone spotlight illuminates an unknown stage. A stage as mysterious its location. Neither here nor there. No scenery. No curtains. No props. Save for one. A stool. And atop that stool lies a man. A man with a tale to be told by this poor fool. Atop his stool he wonders what the best place to begin is. And like in all good stories, it dawns to him. To begin at the beginning is the best place of all.*

Man: (http://www.televisionheaven.co.uk/serling03.jpg) Consider if you will… a nation… A nation made up of refugees from the breakfast industry. They have decided to make as all good folk do and set the home in paradise. And that’s what they did. In a tropical region. There, they enjoyed the water, they enjoyed their land, they enjoyed each other. Their government… a two party democratic system led a chef. A man who’s prowess at the pot was unmatched and unchallenged by all. His party? He was a pancake. And like in all two party governments, there was tension between the pancake and the other party, the waffles. Like all opposing parties, the waffles wanted to see the pancakes out of office and a waffle guiding the country. Well, my friends they got their chance.

Many weeks ago, the Chef of the State was impeached by the Senate. Thus, the most desired candidate now became the immediate successor. A waffle. Takashi Kaga (http://images.scrippsweb.com/FOOD/2003/01/29/kaga_takeshi_e.jpg). A radical thinker, he lived and died by his causes. And his cause was to make sure a pancake never ruled again. Quick with rise to power, Takashi began rule of the country at the moment the gavel hit the podium. Thus, Takashi immediately imprisoned all pancakes and formed a media blockade with the outside world. The Senate dissolved (in acid), there was nobody left to question his rule. Principle government figures were locked away into the deep mines of Moria… wait… wrong story. Locked away in desensenaztional camps. A personal trait of Takashi was his passion for destroying his enemies without destroying his enemies. He wanted to turn them to waffle more for his own sense of accomplishment. And thus, we being our story again… with a spy gone missing, a former ruler locked away, a new ruler in power, a new flag (http://www.nationstates.net/images/flags/uploads/the_x-iles.jpg) rising high above the Rogue Nation of the X-iles.

*Samsylvannia Palace*

Chancellor Sammek: Jesus H. Christ...you can't leave these people alone for ten minutes without those testosterone crazed monkeys chucking a-bombs around our goddamned region! Why the hell do those hormone driven jocks have to be constantly getting their nuke on? Personally, I think they're overcompensating for their dimensionally challenged genitals!!!
*Gives his best impersonation of a foreign leader.* "Oh look at me, I have a TINY WANG but I've got a whole arsenal of ENORMOUS NUCLEAR WEAPONS to make up for it!! Oh yeah...look at my huge f*@$ing missile! And by God I'm going to f*@$ing shoot it off as fast as I can!!!! OH YEAH!!!!" You know what would be great right now? A great big f*@&ing meteor slamming into Lake Erie and vaporizing us all. At least then I could get some GOD DAMNED PEACE AND QUIET AROUND HERE!!!

Ash: *Wipes away tear from eye.* That was beautiful, sir.

Vice Chancellor Aldo: General Hammond! Launch all available forces against TFootCoC!!

Sammek: General Aldo, I swear to God if you try to invade the CoC one more time without my permission I'm going to have Anne castrate you.

Ash: Yeah! Castrate him!

Emissary General Anne Davenport: Uh, sir, do you think you could calm down a little bit and we can figure out what to do. We are obligated by treaty to assist our Edenstein and Henceland brethren, you know.

Sammek: Yes, I do know. I want Carmine and Emperor Ed on the video uplink in my ready room an hour ago. Anne, call the Andelucians, tell them they might be getting their aid after all. We've got to get this under control. There are Samsylvannia citizens living in most of the countries in this region. We can't lose them on account of some jerks who get off by vaporizing people. Unless we can find a way to make them all enemies of the state. Then I guess it would be okay for them to be vaporized. Anne, look into that, too. Let's get moving people, we have a crisis to solve. And where the hell is Daniel Jackson?

*Oh yeah, and the Black Curdle is crossing Lake Huron, heading for Lake Erie, having wild and wacky adventures that are too wild and wacky to print.*

*Andaluciaen Red Cross numbers print out on the screen before Interim Consul Korrigan and Grand Admiral Scheer, they watch in horror*

Andrewtinople: 5% damage (from Allen III missiles) 11,000 dead or ser. wound.
Korterstadt: 99% destroyed 1.7 million dead
Port Victoria: 70% destroyed 1.3 million dead
Old Union City: 82% destroyed 1.9 million dead
New Union City: 5% damage (from Allen III missiles) 5,000 dead or ser. wound.
Mournhold: 99% destroyed 2.5 million dead
Eiselstadt: 45% destroyed 1.2 million dead
Moessiya: 99% destroyed 3.9 millin dead
Koenigstadt: 5% damage (from Allen III missiles) 7,500 dead or ser. wound.
Tilegrad: 83% destroyed 3.2 million dead
New Warsaw: 72% destroyed 1.4 million dead
Bork: 88% destroyed 2.4 million dead
St. Stefansburg: 32% damage (indirect hit) 2.1 million dead or ser. wound.

Total casualties in FA held territory cannot be calculated currently, believed to be just as severe if not more so.

Total Dead or seriously wounded: 21,623,500

Korrigan: My God...

G.A. Scheer: This must end. I need to talk to Jake Featherstone immediately. Someone, try to get ahold of him.

Korrigan: Yes, with so many millions dead...

Scheer: I want someone to try to countermand the orders to those cruisers about the cobalt jackets. Those will only make the chances for peace even worse.

Captain Gilligan: Aye aye sir! I'll get right on the phone to them.

Bunker Complex, undisclosed location FA

Jake Featherstone: NUKE THEM AGAIN! I WANT THEIR COUNTRY A SMOKING RUIN I HAVE TO TOUR IN A LEAD SUIT!

Gen. Forrester III: Or a Lead Zepline?

Jake Featherstone: I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR JOKES GENERAL! HOW MANY MORE NUKES DO WE HAVE LEFT? I WANT THEM ALL LAUNCED AT THE ANDALUCIAEN CITIES!

Gen. Forrester III: Are you okay sir? You seem really worked up.

Jake Featherstone: JUST LAUNCH THE D??? MISSILES OR I'LL FIND SOMEONE ELSE TO DO YOUR JOB! OR DO YOU WANT TO GO TO ONE OF OUR CAMPS?

Gen Forrester III: I think, sir, that you might be unfit to continue leading this great nation.

Jake Featherstone: ::calming down:: I think, General that you might have outlived your son for far too long.

::He pulls out his personal sidearm as the General reaches for his officer issue pistol. The General pulls up his gun, as Jake Featherstone unloads a .45 caliber bullet into his chest. The General gets of a single shot, and the 10mm round peirces Featherstone's right shoulder::

Jake Featherstone: F???ER! ::He fires again at the helpless General, who, although unable to draw breath, is still trying to get his gun to bear on Featherstone:: THIS IS FOR PASSING ME OVER FOR PROMOTION IN THE THIRD AMERICAN WAR! ::He fires yet again, now the General is no longer struggling:: THIS IS FOR BLAIMING ME FOR YOUR SON'S DEATH! ::He fires a third time:: AND THIS IS FOR SHOOTING ME IN THE F???ING ARM! ::He fires again, blowing apart the top of the General's head::

::A FA guard pokes his head into the room, and sees the President covered in blood and ichor, some of it his, and shrugs. He walks over and reaches for the President::

Jake Featherstone: I'm fine. I'M FINE. Just get me Gen. Patten in here on the double. I need someone compitent in charge of my army.

::The guard began to leave::

Jake Featherstone: And tell him to bring me some morphine. This f???er shot me. ::He kicks Gen. Forrester::

2 hours later

::Gen. Patten rushes in, having been called in from overseeing the Air-Defences of Talahassee, to find the President face down on the table, his shirt being used for field dressing. He nudges Featherstone cautiously::

Gen. Patten: Mr. President? Mr. Featherstone?

::The President's body slumps foward, revealing the last expression of Jake Featherstone, a shocked look of unfulfilled dreams::

Gen. Patten: Dear God! How did this happen?

*At 4:00 a general broadcast (all channels) is initiated by all Andaluciaen radio stations. A plea sent to FA*

We, the representatives of the Andaluciaen people plead that this dreadful war need not go on any longer. The men responsible for the illegal and unjust invasion of FA land are all dead. Our people are reeling from a massive nuclear war, and an invasion of our homeland. We ask for a cease-fire between all combatants. Please, in the name of God, a Prophet or just plain decency, we ask that all nations stand down. Millions have died. If we do not stop this senseless slaughter millions more will die. In the name of sanity we plea, a mistake has been made somewhere. Let this mistake not cost millions more lives!

Interim Consul Korrigan
Grand Admiral Scheer

::All across CoC many missiles are being activated. In 20 volleys of 1,000 Minutemen III missiles each (4, 80 megaton warheads per missile). Each volley is launched with 5 minutes between volleys. first 3 volleys go at Anduluciea. Spread evenly amongst his cities. the second two are launched at Dubelco. Spread Evenly. A further 6 go at Henceland Omega. 4 Volleys at Edenstein. and 5 volleys at Samsylvannia::


OOC: To break it down. Anduluciea you've got 12,000 warheads heading your way(yes these are landing on the FA troops as well)

Dubelco you got 8,000 warheads

Steve you've got 24,000 coming your way

Ed you got 16,000

Sam you got 20,000



enjoy

Wayne.

OOC: When I'm not busy later I'll get to this, but holy crap...

*Andaluciaen Forces activate a last ditch defensive manuever. Using some older nuclear weapons they launch a volley of 100 nuclear missiles to counter the CoC strike. The missiles are set for remote command detonation. Using upper atmosphere radar the Andaluciaen ICBMs are set to fly at the same altitude of the CoC warheads and they are staggered to hit the CoC weapons at intervals to maximize destruction. Upon being in the optimal place, the Andaluciae nukes are detonated amongst the CoC missiles*

49% of the CoC missiles are knocked out by the Andaluciaen defensive act.

another 27% are knocked out by the local defenses. As the Remaining missiles approach they mysteriously explode, confounding the hell out of the radar operators

Andaluciaen High Command leaders ponder what actions to take.

*Andaluciaen High Command orders Plan Yellow-Cola*

Andaluciaen tactical fighter-bombers take off from Andaluciaen carriers near CoC. They deliver a payload of jiyo-cola in cluster bomb form to CoC installations.

-edit: To conform with the other folks out there-

::HO Channel 2 News. Tom and Diane are sitting behind the desk, with the headline "WARHEADS!" across it::

Diane: Good evening Henceland Omega, I'm Diane Simmons

Tom: And I'm Tom Tucker, and this is HO Channel 2 News. Tonight's top story, WARHEADS!

Diane: That's right Tom, an unusual phenomenon for CoC, they are firing warheads at many nations across LETI.

Tom: But these are no ordinary warheads Diane! These warheads are delicious, and extremely tangy. For more, let's go to our own reporter, Long Wang reporting just outside the port town of Waka Laka!

::Wang is standing outside near a great group of very confused looking people watching the sky::

Wang: That's light Tom! Quite some time ago, The Fedelation of Of the Councir of Cran went into an isorationist peliod of time. Lecently though they have again appealed on the wold scene. One of theil filst decralations was that they would scare down theil massive miritaly foces immensery. Lepolts have it that they scared down theil weaponly and active units by ovel 80%! Suddenry reft with a murtitude of necrear siros, they decide to kepp walheads in them. These walheads come shipped dilectry flom Wirry Wonka's factoly to the siros. Minutemen Walheads even! This means that each and evely candy is englaved with a pictule of an Amelican Levorutionaly sordiel on it! And, in an unusual situation, they have sent thousands and thousands of these walheads to nations acloss the legion. Now citizens who had oliginarry panicked ale now standing outside as we await the derively of... Ow! Ouch! Hey! Ow! ::Suddenly a rain of thousands of pieces of wrapped candy makes it almost impossible to see::

Diane: We can no longer reach Long Wang, but we can assure you that everything is safe!

Tom: I don't know what you're talking about Diane, I can still reach it just... ::suddenly looks at the camera that is focusing in the fact that his hands are below the desk. His eyes go wide:: And now, here's Val Liash with tonights's weather report!

::As reports of the warheads striking around the region becomes hot news, Robert Pennyworth sits back in his easy chair, pondering the message he received moments earlier.... "Waffles! Big fluffly golden waffles with lots of syrup!"::

Robert: Jimmy Jonga's never been wrong in the past... Anytine he thinks to call me he's been right on the money. Although this is the most outrageous and confusing tip he's given. What do I invest in? Waffle makers? Waffle mix? Aunt Jemima syrup? Something's not right about this...

::His brother Cheatum speaks up from across the room in his spa::

Cheatum: Well do you know that they've recently put the Waffle House on the market? No longer arethey franchise owned and operated. Something happened a bit ago to get them on the Mello.

Robert: Well, that must be it. Call my broker, and get everyone I know to invest in the Waffle House!

*Samsylvannia Palace*

General Hammond: It's been going on now for thirty minutes. There are approximately five thousand missiles in the air. Most of them are headed towards Andalucia, but the latest batch is on its way to Dubelco. *An aid brings in a note* There's just been another launch, it appears additional missiles are headed for Henceland Omega.

Chancellor Sammek: This is what I'm talking about here people. These guys are poster children for not smoking crack while pregnant. Christ, next thing you know they'll be shooting at us, just for the hell of it.

General Hammond: Speaking of which...

Sammek: How long to bring the National Defense System online?

Anne: The what?

Hammond: The National Defense System, or NaDS for short, is our missile defense project. We've been developing it in secret for some time. It's been operational now for about a year, but of course we're still working to perfect it. It uses satellite targeting in conjunction with land based anti missile missiles. The AMMs can be fired almost immediately upon enemy launch detection and their flight paths are continually updated by the targeting computers. Since we can launch so quickly, we can intercept the incoming warheads farther out we have time to make second launches if necessary, making the entire system highly effective. Plus we get to say NaDS in serious conversation. It can go to full alert in a matter of minutes.

Sammek: Very well, see to it immediately. I want to be ready in case those CoC bastards get any funny ideas...

*Samsylvannia Palace, 15 minutes later*

Hammond: Sir, it is as we feared, it appears that CoC has begun launching against us. NaDS is fully automated, we'll be receiving conformation of the first AMM launches momentarily.

Sammek: God help us. *An aid delivers a note. Sammek reads it, puzzled.* Interesting...and they're sure about this? It's not some kind of sick joke?

Nameless Aid: Yes, I've been informed that you can change to HO Channel 2 News and see it yourself.

Sammek: General, stand down the NaDS. Apparently we won't be needing it today...

*all over edenstein controlled territory, the PMD systems fire up, it systematicly takes out 75% of FA incoming missles. Other missles are intercepted by close in weapons support in the individual cities, unfortunatly a few missles do get through.

Romanovia 99.9% destroyed 50 Million
Linusgrad 99.8% destroyed 46 Million
Torvaldia 75% destroyed 24 Million

*In the Edenstein Headquaters The Emperor, Empress, Child, and many of the upper echelon of the Edenstein military are looking over reports*

Ulonov: Looks like we have another volly of missles coming in from CoC
Zofia: CoC!?!?!
Ulonov: Yes CoC.. they fired a bunch of missles... many nations...
Zofia: THATS THE GREATEST NEWS I'VE HEARD ALL DAY!!! *she begins laughing histaricly and then walks off into the next room*
Ed: What is that all about?

*Zofia still laughing prances into the other room, she sits down at a computer and on the screen is missle command, laughing she plays it for a few moments then exits the program, going into the linux prompt she types a few commands...

/ls

Contets of directory include..

Pong
Tic-Tac-Toe
Chess
Backgammon
Falcon's Maze
Command and Conquer, Generals!
Carmageddon
Tactical Thermo Nuclear War

Bash> Tactical Thermo Nuclear War

Welcome to Tactical Thermo Nuclear War!!

Here are your options General

1. Launch Full Tactical Retaliation
2. Launch Full H.O.U.N.D. Retaliation
3. Launch Full uber over kill Retaliation
4. White Flag
5. Detonate tFOOT-COC Missles

What would you like to General? 5

**Please Wait**
**Please Wait**
**Please Wait**
**Please Wait**
**Please Wait**
**Please Wait**
**Please Wait**
**Please Wait**

Congratulations General! All tFOOT-COC Missles either in their silo's or in preflight have been detonated under command authorization Alpha Sierra Zulu 157 421 064 Charlie Tango.

10,000 Points!!!!

*all around the LETI region, plus AZN pride where tFOOT-COC now resides, any outgoing, standby, ready to launch, launching, submarine, orbital, or conventional drop ordinace almost simulataneously explodes*

General, Would you like to play another game? N

General you have achieved a new high score!

1. Zofia 10,000 <==New!
2. Zofia 9,999
3. Zofia 8,035
4. Zofia 6,703
5. Ulonov 4,031

Bash>

*Zofia stands up and prances back into the other room where everyone looks at her with shock and amazement, the radar shows no incoming CoC Missles*

Ed: Zofia What did you do?!?!
Zofia: Simple, never trusted those CoC bastards, so when they gave us the access codes to their country, I had the army go and wire all of their nuclear assests to our central computer, so, under our authority, they could be detonated, non nuclear of course.... Don't want any nasty fallout polluting the lake..
Ulonov: But.. But but....
Zofia: Anyone for tea?

All over Dubelco the warning sirens blare as missiles begin to enter the atmosphere bound of Dubelco homeland. People are in shelters everywhere and the Anti-Missile system begins to kick in.

Suddenly, all the missiles headed for Dubelco explode. No missiles enter Dubelco airspace, and as such the system does not kick in. Debri falls from the sky and rains down on the land mass. House are crushed and shredded, forests leveled by falling flaming wreckage, and many building over 4 stories have many skylights and new windows.

Total casualties:
8,365 people for sheer stupidity
$1,078,651,357.89 in property damage

*Wreckage falling all over edenstein includes the following*

==estimates from Edenstein Red Cross==

10,185 Dead from falling wreckage
40,372 Wounded or injured

$603,134,852,737 rupels in insurance claims

The international peace memorial dedicated to everlasting peace between Edenstein and CoC was destroyed by falling debris

Wild fires where started by flaming falling wreckage.

1 Small poodle was bonked in the head from a falling piece of debris, it will survive with years of therapy.

*Takashi Kaga struts about in the newly completed residence for the his excellency, the Fortress of Doom (Doom Doom Doom). He contemplates the future of his great nation in it's quest to be recognized by somebody over breakfast. Reviewing his current to do list...*

Takashi: Hmmm... let's see...
Main To-Do Lists:
1. Invite mother home for supper
2. Nurture Plants
3. Visit Grandma
4. Assist Short Matt in his math homework
5. Decree Martial Law
6. Examine Hysteria on Populace

Other:
Countryside want to be destroyed

Takashi: ... Huh, that's an odd one. Well, if they ask for it... High Commander Roker! Front and center!

*Withen minutes, the leader of the entire miltaristic force has burst into the room.

Al Roker (http://images.scrippsweb.com/FOOD/2003/01/29/al_roker_e.jpg): Yes sir!

Takashi: I have on my to do list a strange item. Would you care to look at it?

*Al grabs the list and inspects it carefully.*

Al: Sir, you want to invade other countries?

Takashi: What? NO! Destroy the countryside! I'm not sure why it's on the list, but it's on the list, and it should be done! It's a TO DO LIST!

Al: But sir, you clearly spelled out "Invade Other Countries I'd Want To Be Destroyed."

Takashi: Let me see that... ... ... WHERE DOES IT SAY THAT, ROKER!?

Al: Well, if you look down this side here, it spells invade. And 'countryside' when said aloud could be misinterpreted as being 'countries I'd.'

Takashi: *sigh* Whatever. Just go do as I ordered.

Al: Sir, what was the order?

Takashi: GWAH! JUST GO DESTROY SOME COUNTRYSIDE!... On your way to... hmm... hang on.

*Takashi looks at the map of LETI that resides in his office, right next to the shark tank. He reaches into his desk, pulls out a foreign object and throws it at the map. Al walks over to see where it hit.*

Al: The target, sir... is... The Republic of Blightner... way to give them the finger sir.

*And with that, Al sat off to make preparations for war. Takashi walks over to the wall and removes the foreign object... A HUMAN FINGER (DUN DUN DUUUUUUUUN)*

*High Commander Roker lights up his cigar from his cigar war box set, and begins going through all the files he can find on The Republic of Blightner. Not much is known. Only that the Republic of Blightner is a huge, environmentally stunning nation, remarkable for its punitive income tax rates. Its hard-nosed, cynical population of 393 million is ruled by a mostly-benevolent dictator, who grants the populace the freedom to live their own lives but watches carefully for anyone to slip up.

It is difficult to tell where the omnipresent government stops and the rest of society begin, but it juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and the Environment. The average income tax rate is 59%, and even higher for the wealthy. A substantial private sector is dominated by the Beef-Based Agriculture industry.

Divorce is illegal, Rats are frequently shot for looking at people 'in a funny way', genetic researchers have been expelled, and graffiti artists spend lengthy periods of time in jail. Crime -- especially youth-related -- is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Blightner's national animal is the Rats, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests, and its currency is the euros.*

Al: I believe this will call for some very discreet tactics… I believe the best way to handle them is… yes…

*Al grabs the blue phone*

Air Force Operator: Go ahead with your order.

Al: Give me one tactical air strike on the following targets. One Presidential Residence, five cities, a military airstrip… and… a side of the country… the east, no WAIT… yeah, the east side of the country…

AFO: Target?

Al: Delivery to The Republic of Blightner. OH! Hold the nukes.

AFO: Very good sir. Your order will be ready in about 3 hours.

Al: Great. Thanks. *Hangs up the phone.* Man, I’m hungry… maybe I’ll get pizza for lunch…

*Zofia still laughing prances into the other room, she sits down at a computer and on the screen is missle command, laughing she plays it for a few moments then exits the program, going into the linux prompt she types a few commands...

/ls

Contets of directory include..

Pong
Tic-Tac-Toe
Chess
Backgammon
Falcon's Maze
Command and Conquer, Generals!
Carmageddon
Tactical Thermo Nuclear War

Bash> Tactical Thermo Nuclear War

Welcome to Tactical Thermo Nuclear War!!

Here are your options General

1. Launch Full Tactical Retaliation
2. Launch Full H.O.U.N.D. Retaliation
3. Launch Full uber over kill Retaliation
4. White Flag
5. Detonate tFOOT-COC Missles

What would you like to General? 5

**Please Wait**
**Please Wait**
**Please Wait**
**Please Wait**
**Please Wait**
**Please Wait**
**Please Wait**
**Please Wait**

Congratulations General! All tFOOT-COC Missles either in their silo's or in preflight have been detonated under command authorization Alpha Sierra Zulu 157 421 064 Charlie Tango.

10,000 Points!!!!

*all around the LETI region, plus AZN pride where tFOOT-COC now resides, any outgoing, standby, ready to launch, launching, submarine, orbital, or conventional drop ordinace almost simulataneously explodes*

General, Would you like to play another game? N

General you have achieved a new high score!

1. Zofia 10,000 <==New!
2. Zofia 9,999
3. Zofia 8,035
4. Zofia 6,703
5. Ulonov 4,031

Bash>

*Zofia stands up and prances back into the other room where everyone looks at her with shock and amazement, the radar shows no incoming CoC Missles*

Ed: Zofia What did you do?!?!
Zofia: Simple, never trusted those CoC bastards, so when they gave us the access codes to their country, I had the army go and wire all of their nuclear assests to our central computer, so, under our authority, they could be detonated, non nuclear of course.... Don't want any nasty fallout polluting the lake..
Ulonov: But.. But but....
Zofia: Anyone for tea?


OOC: and when i came back, i changed everything back. Missiles still imbound

:-p

try and get into the CoC to prove me wrong. If you can, your post counts.

OOC: All your bases are belong to us

*All over Edenstein Cleanup efforts are beginning, The three cities that where wiped out by FA warheads are being plowed over and turned into giant concrete monoliths. Outside of Linux where some of the CoC wreckage has fallen children play on top of it trying to find all of the candy war heads that HO channel 2 news said was in the missles... Digging through wreckage they find some Lemmon and cherry warheads their eyes light up with the prospect of candy. Their mother comes up and grabs them by the arm.

Mom: You know you shouldn't play on such filth, look it has tFOOT-COC flags all over it. You may catch some scottish disease.... I don't want my children turning into CoC's
Child: BUT MOM!!!
Mom: No buts......

*As she grabs her child a cleanup crew comes to dispose of the missle flak that is strewn about*

OOC: All your bases are belong to us

OOC: By the way.. its All your Base are belong to us... just thought I would point that out to ya Wayne.. Ya added the extra s to make it plural I suppose?

*The Andaluciaen government is ever so grateful to Edenstein*

I.C. Korrigan: Whatever the hell Edenstein did, We owe them, a LOT.

G.A. Scheer: Agreed. Right now we can just send them a nice little telegram, and let them know we're behind them.

Korrigan: Yes, and let them know that we will be ready to throw our forces in Fijar at FA anytime now. FA didn't even target our stuff in Fijar...or any of the other possesions for that matter.

Scheer: Yes, that is mildly odd...I still want to bring our home defense forces against the FA troops remaining in the south.

Korrigan: Don't worry, I've got two full armored corps we've been able to get together. Plus a full fledged tactical air force. With the FA forces in such disarray from our nuclear strikes, well, this ought not be too bad. We just need to contain them and they'll wither in that radioactive hole they've gotten themselves into.

Scheer: Our boys are maintaining radio silence as they cross the wilderness, correct?

Korrigan: Most definitely. On top of that 3 CVBGs are arriving near the FA invasion fleet shortly...

Scheer: Plus three squadrons of cruisers...

Korrigan and Scheer: It doesn't look to be that bad at the moment!

*Samsylvannia Palace*

Hammond: Sir, it would appear that Emperor Ed has come through again. All the warheads have self-destructed over Lake Erie. There may be some destruction of property and a few injuries from debris, but...*A phone rings and he answers.*...shit...how many?..where?..ok. *He picks up a remote and turns on a wall moniter.* Sir, we have a crisis.

Sammek: Terrific.

Hammond: It would appear that the self destruct mechanisms have malfunctioned on two of the incoming warheads.

Sammek: What about NaDS? Is NaDS still active?

Ash: Well sir, if you want we can call a stripper and...

Sammek: Shut up. Where are they headed?

Hammond: I'm sorry, sir, it's too late for NaDS, they'll be landing momentarily. The first is headed for...for here, sir.

Sammek: *Stands up and walks to the window.* God help us.
*They watch a burning streak fall towards the earth. Suddenly it detonates, sprinkling thousands of delicious and tangy Warheads over the streets of Sam City. They breathe a sigh of relief.*

Sammek: Thank God, and the second missile?
*Hammond starts laughing uncontrollably*

::In the Hence Palace,Carmine sits in the throne pondering. Watson enters the room::

Watson: I don't know what the hell happened, sir but..

Carmine: I know. Suddenly Edenstein controlled all the CoC nukes that actually turned out to be candy. What the hell kind of region do we live in?

Watson: Umm... yours?

Carmine: ::Stands up:: Good answer! All right, now that that's been taken care of, I want to know what's going on with FA. Get me any and all imformation, and be ready, we may just have to invade the f#*$.

Watson: Yes Sir!

Carmine: And get me in communication with Chancellor Sammek. I still need to talk to him about some things. I think he has the key too...

Watson: Yes Sir!

Carmine: And get Kagi on the line. I want to find out what his agenda is, and if there's any way we can benefit.

Watson: Yes Sir!

Carmine: And keep harrassing Edenstein until we get a chance to meet with them. They've been taunting us still by not coming out for the meeting.

Watson: Yes Sir!

Carmine: Oh, and get me a nice Belgian Waffle with butter pecan syrup. I've been having a craving for waffles for some reason.

Watson: Yes Sir! Anything else?

Carmine: Bacon...

*Facility CRM-114, The Great Samsylvannian Desert*
*The Red Phone starts ringing deep in the underground bunker.*

PFC Larry: The phone is ringing! THE PHONE IS RINGING!! Oh boy oh boy oh boy somethings going on! Chuck! CHUCK! *He answers the phone.* Hello? Yes? Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Oh thank God. No, it's okay with us. Do you know how long we've been out here? Oh thank you sir, thank you. Goodbye, sir. CHUCK!

PFC Chuck: What, what are you blabbering about?

PFC Larry: Terriffic news, that was General Hammond on the phone. He said there was a nuclear warhead headed this way!

Chuck: Really?! Oh happy day! At last! Lets go outside and watch! Don't forget your sunglasses! At last! We'll be vaporized in an instant. We'll finally get out of here!
*They grab their lawn chairs, get in the elevator, and go outside.*

Larry: Look there it is! *He points to a burning meteorlike object.*
*The warhead falls to earth and detonates in a blinding fireball. The hopeful nuclear weapon techs watch as it detonates in the middle of the test range, too far away to hurt them.*

Chuck: NOOO! We were supposed to be vaporized!!! God da...*His curse is cut short as the burnt carcass of an antelope hits and kills them.*

The Andaluciaen people watch the falling candy with wonder, until they start to ponder that it has to do with the dreadful Jiyo-Cola. They rush their children indoors and hide from the supposed dreaded soft-drink.

When they realize that it is candy they take it, stuff it in heaps and burn it in power plants.

OOC: Wait a second...just one question. I can understand possibly how when Edendstein had control of CoC that he installed self-destruct devices on all Nukes. That I can fathom for imaginations sake. But how on earth did the explosions turn into CANDY! Do you people take anything seriously anymore?

The Andaluciaen Military had given dispersal orders to conventional ground forces long before the FA nuclear strike occured. Squadrons of tanks, helicopters and tactical fighter-bombers were deployed to small, but secured positions in the vast central wilderness of Andaluciae. These positions are connected by a vast tactical railroad web.

These forces received reinforcement from the Andaluciaen Federal Emergency Divisions. Similar to a National Guard, but their use is legally limited to the Andaluciaen homeland. As such, there are now 20 million Andaluciaen soldiers in a position to group up rapidly.

These forces received an order to prepare for deployment, and as such begin to do so.

In addition to these forces, there are several Carrier Battlgroups and Corps of soldiers spread throughout the colonies.

Letiberg
The announcement was made at 6:34am, the 22nd of November, on the LETIreijk service radio station, and was quickly picked up and carried on by the major Nimzonian news networks across the arctic.

Second Lieutenant Ottokar Ludwig Gustav Paulus Jaarinen, only son of the recently assassinated Nimzonian dictator General Paulus Jaarinen, had died of a gunshot wound to the abdomen, despite the efforts of LETIreijk medics, three days shy of eighteen years of age. He was buried at sea, from the battleship RNS Slaughterfish, with full military honours.


Triple-N broadcast version, similar versions appearing on all Nimzonian television networks.
On live television, outside the Republikstaad, the newly appointed President of Nimzonia, Emmanuel Helstag, addressed the nation. Alongside him were the senior members of his new government, General Tobiassen, and General Hanstveit.

"We have seen the passing of a great era," Helstag said to the crowd in the square, "and the passing of a great leader. But we must not allow the tragedy of General Jaarinen's death to mire us in sorrow and regret; Nimzonia is stronger now than it has ever been, and we stand on the threshold of a true golden age."

He paused for a moment, gauging the reaction of the crowd. They were hanging on his every word. A good start, he felt. He took a breath, and continued, "Yet before we can grasp our golden age, we must first lay the foundations upon which the tower of our achievement shall be set; we must draw together, and restore the order necessary for our destiny to become manifest!"

He looked around at them, and continued, "There are those who would take advantage of the chaos left in the wake of the attack on the Republikstaad, to bring disorder and anarchy to our land - rebels and traitors, those responsible for the assassination of our beloved General Jaarinen, who would steal our destiny from us!"

Helstag punched the air for emphasis, "How dare they!" There was a roar of approval from the crowd. Helstag smiled inwardly, and continued, "How dare they stand against the glory of Nimzonia! We must stand together and face this threat, and drive it from our homeland! Only then, can we seize the future for ourselves, and our children, and our children's children!"

The crowd were going with him; Helstag could almost feel the patriotism in the air, and it satisfied him that his takeover of the government was now fully complete. The crowd cheered wildly. A number of Helstag's henchmen, in civilian clothes, scattered through the crowd, began to sing the national anthem, and, fired up by the spirit of nationalism, the rest of the crowd began to sing too.

Coverage of the address, and the singing crowd, was all over the airwaves for the rest of the day.


Special Operations Submarine RNS Oilslick, somewhere in Lake Eerie
The first thing Otto noticed when he returned blearily to consciousness, was that his stomach felt as though it had been turned inside out. He groaned, groggily, and tried to focus on the dim light above him. He could here a distant rumbling sound, like an engine, and the air smelt stale. He was covered in blankets, and he could feel an IV tube in his forearm.

"He's waking up." said an even, controlled voice. Otto tried to focus on its source, a shape some distance away, which slowly resolved into a figure; a young man - no more than fourteen or fifteen years of age, surely - with blue eyes, and black hair with blonde roots. Otto frowned groggily; didn't people normally have blonde hair with black roots?

"At lasht!" said a voice with slightly more emotion in it, "I wash beginning to think we'd failed! Otto, can you hear me?"

"Hnnn?" Otto glanced at the second figure, which appeared to be a late-middle aged man, in an expensive tuxedo. He groaned; it was beginning to feel like some kind of feverish dream.

"Maybe he needs a bit longer." said the first speaker, giving Otto a glance.

"No, no, we have no time to washte!" said the second, "Otto! How are you feeling, lad? Wake up!"

"I'm awake!" Otto groaned, "What? Who is it?"

The man in the tuxedo leaned towards him, looking him in the eye, "My code name ish Elder Whale; I'm a Nimzonian intelligenshe operative. You're onboard a shubmarine. Shomebody hash tried to ashashinate you."

Otto blinked, "Wuh? Oh, the beach? But that was war, wasn't it?"

Elder Whale shook his head, "No; there wash only one shniper, we think, and the type of bullet ushed ishn't in ushe by Clydebank or their alliesh. And alsho..." he sighed, "I have shome bad newsh for you, Otto. Your father wash alsho ashashinated, lasht week in Koenberg."

Otto stared blankly at Elder Whale, "No, he can't have been..."

Elder Whale shrugged, "It'sh the truth. A new government is in offishe already; one Uncle Whale believesh ish reshponshible for the ashashinationsh in the firsht plashe."

"Who is the new president?" Otto asked, waking up a bit.

"Emmanuel Helshtag." said Elder Whale, "Heard of him?"

"The field marshall?" Otto asked, trying to sit up; he was rewarded with a sharp pain through his abdomen, "Ungh... really? I remember him being quiet and inoffensive... ow..."

"Well, my shourshesh shay otherwishe, I'm afraid." Elder Whale glanced at the young man with the blonde roots, "Shub Zero, go and tell the othersh that Otto is awake at lasht."

The young man identified as 'sub zero' nodded, and stepped out of the cabin. Otto watched him go, feeling that the codename particularly suited his demeanor.

"What will I do now?" Otto voiced the concern foremost on his mind, "I mean, if..." he shook his head, the news still sinking in.

Elder Whale raised his hands, "Resht for now, Otto; we can't do anything until you're back on your feet. Then..." he sighed, "Well, a lot of people are pinning their hopesh on you, lad."

"Me?" Otto exclaimed, weakly.

Elder Whale nodded, "There'sh more than a few factionsh that have taken a dishlike to thish new government, and we're all looking to you. You're the only one with a real legitimate claim to the Nimzonian preshidenshy, that the people can get behind. Nobody can challenge Helshtag but you."

"Oh." said Otto, sinking back down into the bunk he was lying in, "I'll... I'll think about it."

Elder Whale nodded, "We trusht the shon of Paulush Jaarinen to make the right deshishion, of courshe." With that, he picked himself up, and stepped out of the cabin, leaving Otto alone with his troubling thoughts.

::Deep in the bowels of an ambiguous region, Lenny Yolanda sneaks through the jungle. Having been undetected, he along with Butch Sundance, Walter Pullet, and Colleen McCarthy had been on this mission since the failure of the HOUND Operation. So far this operation has been going better. Lenny looks around at his position. He is currently in a tree overlooking a beach::

Lenny: (Over his radio) Claire! Do you read me?

Colleen: Yes I read you. I'm in position. Overlooking the Scottish archives. What did you say these devices were?

Lenny: I really don't know. The creator died before he told us. He just said it was what we needed.

Walter: (over radio) Press here, I'm underneath the Council building, still undetected miraculously. You wouldn't believe what I went through to get here. I had to retrace my steps to avoid them many times. These guys are anal about things.

Lenny: That they are. Kid, your status?

Butch: Momentarily. I'm trying to get closer to shore. But I did receive a transmission from the boss that said that Ann's in position too on the other side.

Ann: (over radio) In the east and ready to go.

Lenny: On my mark. Now! ::Lenny, Ann, and Butch activate a small device that sends waves of electromagnetic energy in a triangle across the land. Colleen and Water leve their devices in position::

Colleen: My one regret is that my dear husband Mark will never know if it was a boy or girl...

Lenny: WHAT?

Colleen: Yeah, I found out just before going on this mission that I was pregnant.

Butch: Don't you know that...

Colleen: Yes I do, and like I said, it's my one regret. I don't regret what we're doing though. It has to be done. But by the way, you were all wrong. That man is better in the sack then you'd ever think by looking at him.

Lenny: Jesus Christ...

Walter: Yeah, let's hope he forgives us for this...

Lenny: That's now what I...

::Their conversation is cut short. A huge electromagnetic field spreads across the entire nation of Of the Council of Clan. As it spreads to the devices Colleen and Walter left it explodes, vaporizing the buildings and all the people in them. Meanwhile the the wave stops every heart in the nation short, effectively killing them all. Walter, Lenny, Butch, Ann, and Colleen are killed with them. Lost too is the secret that allowed such a device to be possible, as the creator sat in the archives watiting for death.

Far away, in Slotter's hideout, reports come in that tFoTCoC has suddenly been wiped out completely. He sits back in his chair::

Slotter: It is complete...

*In the Military Intelligence Command Center in Andaluciae (safe zone) a trio of spy sats orbiting CoC are being monitored. When all of a sudden, contact is lost with the satellites*

Corporal Mallon: *jumps back* What the hell?!?! Where did our feeds go?

Colonel Jackson: *rushes over to Mallon's Console* Hello...did CoC just wipe out our sats? Rewind the tapes.

*data readings rewind, data of all sorts splashes across the map.*

Corporal Mallon: Sir, look at this, a sudden EM spike just before we lost contact...and in visual there is this sudden burst of light...

Colonel Jackson: Very strange...whatever did this is huge, bigger than the Mk. II I'd bet...

Corporal Mallon: We have another sat coming into CoC range shortly...

Colonel Jackson: Holy Shit! COMM GET ME IN CONTACT WITH THE GRAND ADMIRAL NOW!

Colonel Jackson: FA sat boys, do we still have a reading from our birds over them?

Major Towel: Yessir...nothing like what just happened in CoC...just troop movements...

Colonel Jackson: Inconsequential...the line is open *picks up phone* Sir, you're not going to believe what just happened...

A command is issued via the rail network to Andaluciaen forces in the field.
General Order of the Day #1:
First, Radio Silence is imperative, and decoys must be deployed at your emergency bases. We are launching an offensive anti-satellite tactic against FA's recon sats, but certainty of success is not there.

You are about to join the enemy in battle. They have attacked us and invaded our homeland in spite of our attempts at peace. They have killed millions, your brothers and sisters, your parents and your grandparents. They have ruthlessly murdered millions of innocent Andaluciaens. And now you shall drive them from our homeland. They have been weakened by tactical nuclear strikes, now you will take your tanks and artillery and fighter-bombers, and drive them into the sea! Victory shall be ours. And, by the grace of God, when this battle is over, our homeland will be safe.

As your read this message, your compatriots in the Navy are receiving similar orders to destroy the FA fleet protecting the invaders rear. Over a dozen carrier battle groups, 20 cruiser squadrons and the Megalith Carrier Justice and its fleet are steaming for attack positions. You will be supported from the sea.

Goodluck and Godspeed
-General von Wulfburg
-Grand Admiral Scheer

*Emperor Ed is sitting in his office, as usual playing with his rubix cube, while Natasha and Carolyn sit on the rug playing with toys, Ulonov and Zofia run in, almost arm in arm.. they both are apparently estatic*

Ed: Let me guess.. you've come to terms and are getting married!
Zofia: No.... no.. *she laughs* Even better
Ulonov: the Federation Of of the Council of Clan has ceased to be....
*Ed drops his rubix and Carolyn turns to look at them with her jaw open, Natasha continues to play as if nothing has happened*
Ed: What do you mean.. wiped out? nuked?
Zofia: No.. just *makes expression with her hands* Poof!
*Ed stands up and walks around his desk, he poors himself a shot of vodka, which Caroyln looks upon disaprovingly*

Ed: Its over...... its truly over...... The end has come... our goals have been acomplished..... Poopsmith, Land o Eric.... and now..... the CoC, we've outlasted all of them...

*Zofia's and Ulonov's mood turns to a bleak one.. for they understand what Ed is talking about*

Ed: No more are the days where the Future of Edenstein relies solely on the destruction of the CoC, they brought it on themselves.....

Zofia: *moving over to the chair next to the desk, she sits down* No more thretening them... or sharing the locks...

Ulonov: No more moving Legion fleets against them...

Carolyn: No more blamming them for Tori missing a high note...

*they all look at her*

Ed: I realize this... we may have to impliment operation West-Land sooner then we all anticipated....

Ulonov: I would surely miss this place...

Ed: Alright.. all of you.. get your best uniforms on.. we are going to adress the region.

*A few hours later a large crowd has gathered in linux square, many people have blank looks on their faces, others are celebrating, kissing, dancing, some... though only a few, are sitting in the street crying... wondering what will happen to their nation now, Emperor Ed, Flanked by Carolyn and Natasha, walk out with Ulonov, Zofia and Onotov behind them... he raises his arms and the crowd cheers for him*

Ed: Comrades.... today is a bittersweet day in the history of LETI and of our great nation, our long time adversaries, The Federation of Of the Council of Clan is no longer. They have dissapeared... gone... lost to antiquity.... *pauses for a minute for the crowd to let it sink in* our mission, our divine providence has been fullfilled.. We have triumphed over those godless scottsmen!!! *the crowd cheers* In honor of this glorious occasion, forever more, November 29th will be celebrated as Triumph Day.... A day to remember why our nation is the greatest in the Lakes... and the WORLD!

*Massive applause and cheers erupt from the crowd, flowers are thrown towards the Emperor and his entourage, he slowly starts to calm the populace down so that he can finnish his speach*

My Comrades, do not fear, for the future of our nation is bright... we have triumphed over our enemies, and we will continue to do so! We will lead our grand nation into the future, the CoC is dead, but that does not mean that we will let our gaurd down... new threats will rear their ugly head to try and destroy our way of lives.. but I WILL NOT let that happen!

*Again the crowd erupts into wild applause Emperor Ed turns around and walks back into the palace, he sits in his chair as the rest of the group enters*

Ed: I want to be alone...

Carolyn: But hun...

Ed: Please.... *Everyone shrugs their shoulders and heads out of the room, Emperor Ed is left alone, in his dark office, contemplating the future*

::In the Hence Palace Intelligence worker John Canter sits down at his monitors, yawning. "It's about time things got back to normal" he thought. Only yesterday had the nuclear scare thing calmed down completely. Suddenly as he sits, one of his monitors goes black. Another worker turns to him::

Random worker: John! What's going on in CoC? I suddenly lost all transmissions from there! There's nothing left!

Random worker 2: I picked up massive amounts of Electromagnetic activity just seconds before transmissions went out.

John: WTF? What happened?

::The door opens. In walks a woman with blonde hair, blue eyes and glasses. John gulps. He always found it hard to not stare and drool when Jenny Heartwind walked in the room. Her legs seemed to go on for miles...::

John: Uh... Ms. Heartwind?

Jenny: Yes dear?

John: Umm... ::he begins sweating profusely, and cursing the fact that he was such a chicken:: We have lost all transmissions from CoC. They... they seem to have ceased to exist!

Jenny: That's impossible!

Carmine: Not impossible! In fact, it's true!

::They all turn around to look at him::

Carmine: I have it from a very reliable source that a terrorist group went in and took them out with some new technology.

Jenny: Jesus Christ!

John: I hope he forgave them for what they did! ::They all turn and look at John::

Carmine: Um, right. Anyway, I'll be talking to the people in the morning. ::HEe leaves and walks to his chamber alone::

Carmine: He's done it... two of his three great goals are accomplished... only one remains before he has done everything he set out to do... I wonder how he's going to do the last one...

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::Deep in Slotter's hideout, a hypnotists stands in front of a man, talking to him, placing triggers in his mind. He snaps his fingers::

Hypnotist: Well that was fun wasn't it? Why don't you go back home! You don't want to be late for work in the morning do you Jay Smerling?

Jay: Wow! See I told you you couldn't hypnotize me! Although I do feel well rested...

*Inside the C&C, Andy sits reading the newspaper since activities have been lacking. A report is handed to him.*

Andy:....blah blah....CoC gone...blah blah...Lietenant, look something up.

Lt.: What sir?

Andy: Did we receive all purchases from them?

Lt.:*punches some keyboards* Sir, we received them all months ago.

Andy: Well then, send out a message that we are pleased that LETI is now safe yadda yadda, you know the drill. Standard notice.

Lt.: Yes sir! Also sir, weren't we not all that mad at them?

Andy: Yeah, we really weren't that mad at them, not like Edenstein mad, more like 6 on a 10 scale. But I met some of their leaders, smelled bad and such...

Lt.: Ah I see, I thought it was just because they were scotch?

Andy: That as well son, that as well...

Press release: National threat level has been elevated from “Tope” to “Mauve.” In response The Pax High Command has issued a decree calling for the re-activation of 10 Armies, 10 Battlefleets, and 10 Airfleets.

All effected reservists report to your respective supply depots. Newly formed Armies will be ready to march within 32 hours.

OOC: Holy Crap! Glad theres an alliance here....

::A great crowd is gathered in Yggdrasil Square. The door to the balcony opens and Premiere Zed Carmine steps out, followed by Helmholtz Watson. Carmine is wearing more of a military outfit as he stops at the front. The crowds cheer loudly. Carmine waits a moment, then holds his hand up for silence. He waits a moment longer until all noise has ceased::

Carmine: My Hencemen, today I bring you shocking news. As of last night, in an ambiguous region, an electromagnetic wave was measured of great magnitutde. This wave enveloped an entire are of that region, and in the aftermath, it was discovered that The Federation of Of the Council of Clan was nothing more than a barren wasteland. Let me say that more clearly. The CoC is gone, forever.

::The crowds erupt into tumultous applause. People are crying terras of joy, hugging each other and cheering wildly. It takes a good 5 minutes before the crowd quiets again::

Carmine: As yet, nobody has taken responsibility for this event, although I'm sure whoever they are, the thanks of all of LETI goes out to them. Because of that HO no longer has to worry about the two faced ally that was CoC. Their treachery, their ignorance, their ways are all gone forever. But we must not rest! ::He holds his hand up and waves his finger:: For with the diminishing of one enemy, another rises to take it's place. No more than a few hours after this event, Pax Germania reactivated sevaeral of their armies, and are preparing to march. We know not what they plan to do, but we see their fleets moving closer to Edenstein, our close friends. Hencemen, I will let you know that no longer will Henceland Omega be a nation of hesitance. No longer will we be walked on by other nations. It is time we did something. It is time we acknowledged the threat of this nation and all their allies. Even though we are far from Pax, we are not safe! At any minute they could strike down upon us! But fear not! For I will keep my people safe! Action will be taken! Henceland Omega shall not fail! I will protect you! Trust in me!

::The crowd goes nuts. They begin chanting Carmine's name in unison, as he holds out his hands, turns around, and returns to the palace. Watson runs in behind him::

Carmine: Watson, I think it's time. Begin the construction of the loudspeakers. By the time theyr'e ready, we'll be ready to use them.

Watson: Uh, yes sir. Do you also want the first Public Announcements to go on the air tonight?

Carmine: Absolutely. Oh, and when you've got that taken care of get me Emperor Ed.... no, wait! Get me Admiral Ulonov instead...

*In the former CoC an Andaluciaen Air Mobile Force deploys not far from the ocean to inspect*

Colonel Kurtz: (steps out of helicopter) Ok boys, welcome to CoC, our job is to figure out what the hell happened here. I want radiation monitors 24/7, and an auto-perimeter around us. I want 8 expeditionary groups. 20 men, 2 helicopters and 4 scout cars apiece. Set up in your groups! Let's move it!

Major Arthur: Sir, how long will we be staying here?

Colonel Kurtz: As long as it takes to figure out what the hell went on, then we're out. There's a war out there, and the quicker the better.

Major Arthur: Good, I don't want to be stuck in some deserted wasteland while the rest of the Division is hitting FA head on.

Colonel Kurtz: Neither do I major, neither do I...

Onboard RNS Oilslick

After a few more days, Otto was feeling well enough to move around a bit, and meet the other agents and the crew. Elder Whale's other two agents, Glacier Mint and Ice Queen, had also less than subtly implored him to take up a rebel cause against President Helstag. He'd forgotten about his birthday, until the submarine's captain congratulated him. The crew gave him a bottle of 'Old Jock Rock', the alcoholic substance they brewed in their own still. They suggested it would be 'medicinal'.

"I'd need an army, though." he had said to Elder Whale, "Where will I get an army?"

"Well," Elder Whale began, "Bjornolf Folkvadr hash half the navy; thatsh a lot of shailorsh and marinesh, for a shtart, although we might have to look into getting shome heavy equipment. Glashier mint wash doing a bit of detective work in the barracksh in LETIreijk, and he thinksh that, apart from a couple of companies in your batallion, the sholdiersh there probably aren't worth the effort of trying to impresh. However, he did get the codesh to Governor Lagerfelt'sh offshore accountsh, and the fundsh in thoshe are shizeable."

"They're what, sorry?" asked Otto.

"Shizeable." Elder Whale repeated, "There should be enough to hire a few mercenary contractsh. And then of coursh, when the people shee you come back to reclaim the preshidenshy, we hope the shitizen'sh militia will rishe up and flock to your banner, sho to shpeak."

Otto shook his head, "I don't know... it's a real gamble, and... I'm not sure I can do it. I don't want to be president that much... Avenge my father, maybe, but I don't think..." he shook his head, "I don't think I can."

Elder Whale raised a brow, "What elshe will you do? There'sh nothing for you now, and if Helshtag finds you, he'll have you killed for sure."

Otto glared at Elder Whale, "That sounded suspiciously like blackmail."

Elder Whale was indignant, "It shertainly wash not! But, Otto, you musht shee clearly; there ish nothing elshe for you, and thish ish surely the most noble caushe you could fight. The people loved your father."

Otto muttered, "Only because guys like you told them to." he sighed, and went quiet for a moment, before eventually giving in, "Alright... I'll do it. But you have to help me; I'm not sure how to go about organising a rebellion."

Elder Whale smiled triumphantly, "You will? Wonderful! I shenshe a hero in the making already. Bjornolf Folkvadr hash dishpatched shome shubmarinesh to Lake Eerie, to pick up you and a few companiesh-"

"Huh." Otto muttered, "You mean he expected you to bully me into doing this? Typical of someone in my father's regime."

Elder Whale paused for a moment, and then continued, "and return you to Wodenshreijk, which ish our main shtronghold at the moment. Then, you should announshe your challenge, and call for alliesh."

Otto sighed, "Very well." he stared at the wall.

"Alsho," Elder Whale said, "You'll need a better rank than '2nd Lieutenant'. Perhapsh, General?"

Otto laughed bitterly, "Me, General Jaarinen? I don't think so." he paused, "Marshall. Marshall will do."

Elder Whale smiled, "Very good, Marshall Jaarinen."

::Public Service Announcements during HO Channel 2 News. Military music is playing in the background, as the HO flag waves::

Voice-Over: Do you feel safer now then you ever have? Well you should. You can breathe a huge sigh of relief. Not only is CoC gone, but the HO military is bigger and better prepared than it's ever been. The Steel Angels are not the only planes flying overhead anymore. Why in the last 2 months alone, more than 37 incidents in a row have been prevented before they even got out of the planning phases. Top officials have arrested several members of terrorist organizations such as Avalanche, and soon the organization will no longer threaten our land ever again!

::The flag slowly fades away as a picture of Zed Carmine fades in, dressed in a marine uniform, marching at the head of a corps of soliders::

Voice-Over: Premiere Zed Carmine has been hard at work protecting us from any threats. He has had a long history of sesrvice to our great nation, serving in the military from 1974 through 1999. Now he brings that discipline and pride to all of us. We should all be thankful our great leader!

::The commercial ends and flips back to HO Channel 2 News::

Tom: Boy those Czechs sure do like to spit don't they Diane?

*Andaluciaen Containment Line-Position Beta:3*

As the sun begins to set, the order is given, a single high frequency radio transmission bearing the code word: Snails. Colonel Norris rallies his tanks together, and then they bolt forward. Hatches sealed and NBC countermeasures activated. They advance 300 meters, until they come across an FA infantry patrol, they silence the patrol with the tanks suppressor-fitted light machine gun. As they probe deeper they come across an FA tank formation and fire their main guns.

Elsewhere along the containment line, several full corps of troops strike against the FA positions in a massive, coordinated broad-front advance, after 10 minutes of assault the radio silence order is canceled, and the Andaluciaen push to drive FA out of their homeland begins.

*Naval Demarcation Point Theta:9*

The Andaluciaen Carrier Battle Groups launch some of their planes and cruise missles against the FA ships. Land based supersonic bombers roar in low over the FA fleet, the bombers do not deploy explosives, but vast quantities of countermeasures, absolutely covering the area of the FA fleet with Chaff and Flares.

The Andaluciaen OceanWatch Satellites aren't confused by the countermeasures though, and their data is used to direct the cruise missiles and fighter/bombers to their targets.

The stealthy cruise missiles are the first to arrive, carrying nuclear loads, their job is to throw the FA fleet into intense chaos. The missiles fly barely a meter above the wave tops, underneath the FA radar.

To: Chief of Military Operations, James Hartman
From: Pax High Command
Re: Fence-line Shooting

In response to your inquiry regarding P.F.C. William Santiago’s allegations of Edensteinien engagement. You are not, under any circumstances, to authorize retaliatory action, unless otherwise ordered. The situation on the Northern Front is perilous at best, and we will not have an exchange of small arms fire escalate into full-on war. That is all.

**IZIMBECKWI: On the border between Edensteinien and Pax Germanic zones of occupation. Pax Germanic tanks and armored vehicles roll up to the fence-line brandishing the full array of their armaments. Amassed roughly seven miles behind this new line sit the 7th and 27th Heavy Mechanized Divisions as well as the 11th Stryker Division and the 15th and 33rd Cavalry Divisions. All units are holding fast for orders.**

The Nimzonian Submarines were now on their way back to the arctic, having picked up Otto's company, and a few others. He had been mostly quiet for the last week or so, pondering his future. He was confident that it would be short and violent, but then again, he'd thought that about the Huron Canals war.

Lief Torp had helped him drink the bottle of Old Jock Rock. They were drunk after about ten minutes, particularly Otto, who wasn't in the best of shape to start with.

"Sucks about your dad." Torp had said to him, "Did he even hear about your promotion?"

Otto shook his head, "I don't know. Probably not. General Borkman would probably have forgotten to tell him."

Torp shrugged, "Well, not that it matters now, Marshall." he smirked, "And to think, we were privates together."

"It's not like I wanted any of this." Otto said, "Now I'm supposed to be an acutal rebel leader. I thought my father was going to go on until he was at least a hundred, before I'd have to take over."

Torp nodded, "Well, if it's any consolation, I'm in this mess too. At least you won't have to do any of the actual fighting."

Otto scowled at him, "Won't I now? Y'know, I think I'll lead from the front! See how they like that!"

Torp laughed, "You're crazy."

Otto grinned miniacally, and took a deep gulp of Old Jock Rock, "You want to see how crazy I am! Right! I'm promoting you to Colonel right here and now! What do you say to that, eh?"

Torp blinked, "Uh... Does this mean I don't have to do any of the actual fighting?"

"No!" said Otto, "You're leading from the front too! And we'll march into Koenberg at the head of our armies, and bring Helstag low, and he'll regret he ever messed with Marshall Jaarinen!"

"And Colonel Torp!"

"Yes!"

The part four hours later, where Marshall Jaarinen threw up in the crew's mess, was later edited from the history books.

::In the Hence Palace, Helmholtz Watson rushes in to the throne room where Carmine is waiting::

Watson: Sir, we've contacted Edenstein, and we are deploying troops as we speak to Edenstein controlled Izimbeckwi. They will be ready to take action immediately, with reinforcements on the way.

Carmine: Good. Make sure the soldiers know that we will not allow them to come back if they don't retain their honor.

Watson: Yes Sir. ::hesitates for a moment::

Carmine: Do you need something Watson?

Watson: Well I'm just wondering what they have to do with us anyway. We've never had any run-ins with them, and nothing that's happened concerns us in the least. And actually we have not confirmed anything in the DMZ. Do you think we're rushing in here?

Carmine: WHAT? Are you questioning me? Watson, you forget your place. And lest you forget, Pax threatens the entire region! This obstinacy can not be allowed!

Watson: ::salutes, and stifles a gulp:: Yes sir! ::As he leaves the room, he runs into Jenny::

Jenny: Hey careful!

Watson: Omigosh! I'm sorry! ::He rushes off. Jenny watches him go::

Jenny: I better keep a closer eye on that boy...

::At General Kahr's orders, 25,000 troops leave immediately for Izimbeckwi, escorted by 1,000 various aircraft. In one of the transports, Pfc. Max Rittman talks to his good friend Pfc. Francis James::

Max: You know, it's a little odd isn't it? That we're finally going to see some action?

Francis: Yeah. But oddly enough looking at my M-9 and AK-47, I just really get the urge to do something about these Arlees.

Max: Do you ever wonder how they got 'Arlees' out of Pax Germania? How did that come to be the derogatory term?

Francis: I think you're missing the point. In any rate, I just can't wait to get out there and start taking out some of this agression.

Max: You're right of course...

Deep in AZN Pride.....huge electromagnetic field spreads across the entire nation of Of the Council of Clan. As it spreads to the devices Colleen and Walter left it explodes, vaporizing the buildings and all the people in them. Meanwhile the the wave stops every heart in the nation short, effectively killing them all.....It is complete...

Nice of you to let me know that you "detonated" such a device in my region. Obviously you haven't put much thought into this, since specifying such occurances within my region would demand a response of sorts. Had it merely been left an ambiguous region, in which this nation was located, all would have been fine. But no, you had to go ahead and state my region as a target. WHich, by association, makes me a target. By all rights I should regard this as a hostile act.

So what shall I do hmm? While it may be impolite to crash an RP, it is equally impolite to detonate WMD in someone's backyard without asking politely first.

OOC: (Gee, this is the first one of these in a long time...) Well, Sketch you had me on one point. I didn't put a lot of thought into it. CoC died and we needed an explanation. That's what I came up with on the spot. If you'd like to retliate you can feel free... if your country figures out who did it. Because nobody has claimed responsibility for it, and no one even knows anything about it. Sorry I didn't say anything OOC this was just a one shot improv thing to explain CoC ceasing to exist.

If you'd like to get involved in investigations on the occurence however, we'd be more than glad to do that...

ooc: remove the region of AZN Pride from mention and I shall be satisfied. I do not particularily care what happens to CoC, but the idea that my region would be compromised in such a way is unthinkable. At least unthinkable in the fact that I wouldn't start raining nukes of my own on everyone and everything that I thought responsible.

As far as *knowing*, no I probably wouldn't know, but I'd sure as hell be able to make some educated guesses based on previous encounters with CoC's.....associates.

I'd rather not crash your party (it's rude), but I also would rather not have someone be able to take advantage of this type of breach (it sets a RP precedence). Surely you understand.

*Television shows on every channel in Samsylvannia are interupted by a formal address from the Chancellor. He is flanked by various members of the senior staff.*

Chancellor Sammek: Citizens of Samsylvannia, I wish that I could say that I was speaking to you today under happy circumstance, but the sad truth is that I have some bad news to deliver. *Behind him, General Hammond and Ash exchange glances as they try to suppress laughter. The Chancellor stifles his own laugh then turns around.* Shh...shut up you guys, you're going to ruin this! *He turns back around, perfectly serious now.* I regret to inform you that the nation of The Federation of of the Council of Clan, as you'll remember it's now located in some ambiguous region like AZN Pride or somewhere...oh I can't do this with a straight face. Look, people, a while ago CoC suddenly ceased to exist. I don't know how or why, and frankly, I don't care. They're gone! Gone for good! *The Chancellor pulls a party hat out of no where and puts it on.* Everyone take the rest of the day off! National holiday today! Party at my place YEAH WOHOO!

*The special address winks out. Stunned Samsylvannians look at each other in disbelief slowly turning to elation. They stream into the streets as a massive party covering the entire country spontaneously breaks out.*

OOC: Ok, sounds good. I only mentioned AZN Pride in the first place just because that's where he happened to be. It has no bearing on anything. Henceforth, it shall be stricken from the records...

And so ends my OOC posts

OOC: Long time no post. You guys having fun dancing on Wayne's grave? Anyway, on with the show, sorry Andaluciae for the break.

IC:

FA meeting of remaining top Commanders

Gen. Patten: Gentlemen, I see no way of winning this war, we've lost 98% of our sattelites, our airforce is way overextended and we've used 50% of our nuclear reserve without too much of a dent made in our beligerants. Our fleets are being attacked as we speak, our ground invasion is bombed to hell, and without any word yet from our paratroopers due to land in HO and Edenstein, I can only assume they did not make it. We've lost power in about 75% of our country from all the EMP of the nukes that hit, and I can only assume a land invasion from Fijar is imminent.

To put it another way we're boned. What should we do?

Lt. Gen. Malcolm: I say we go out with a bang, pick a country and nuke the Prophet loving stuffing out of it. Say Edenstein. I can't imagine their anti-missile systems could handle another volley, they must have spent all they hand on the last one. Or Andaluciae, we did start this war against them after all.

Admiral Thompson: The way I see it is we're basicly done as a country anyway. Suppose we come to the table offering major concessions, but we keep our nukes and threaten to fire if peace isn't agreed upon. Like you said Malcolm, no one could possibly have any missile defences left to speak of, and even if they do, the numbers will be abysmal. And as long as we agree to some serious concessions, I don't see how we will be refused.

Gen. Patten: But what sort of concessions?

Admiral Thompson: Well, we could give Manarth it's independance once more. That should be more than enough to get Edenstein and HO on board. We can give Andaluciae a large chunk of our DPM territory to build a canal. We could even declair Edenstein the rightful soverign of New Edenstein, which we liberated in the last war. I wonder if Edenstein even realized we landed troops on it, I wouldn't be suprised if they forgot.

Gen. Patten: All things we could give up. Fine, but what if they want the canal zone for their own?

Admiral Thompson: We give them the Welland if they demand it, it's a radioactive wasteland now. Let them have it. We've got the Jessieville Ohio canal, and all the territory sourounding everyone else's canals. And we won't give that up without being reduced to ash.

Gen. Patten: I like it. Contact Edenstein, HO and Andaluciae. We'll arrange a nice place to negotiate. And start the negotiation as though we want them to surrender. Don't want to tip our hand early. We might just get out of this with everything we started with and more besides.

(OOC: Feel free to suggest a neutral site for the negotiations.)

*ANN Breaking News Flash*

The Department of Foreign Affairs is now reporting that they are receiving requests from FA to come to peace negotiations. Our high command sees this as a positive development, but we will continue to consult with our allies, Edenstein and Henceland Omega.

Television transmission, broadcast all over the world via Satellite.
A large Nimzonian flag, the old anchor-party flag which President Helstag had replaced after his rise to power, was draped like a curtain behind a desk, at which sat Otto Jaarinen, wearing winter camo fatigues, and a beret. A microphone was set up on his desk. Otto looked nervous for a moment, before clearing his throat and starting to speak.

"Greetings, People of Nimzonia, People of the World. My name is Marshall Ottokar Jaarinen, son of General Paulus Jaarinen, and rightful heir to the presidency of the Republic of Nimzonia."

Otto paused, to allow his name to sink in, and continued, "A grave injustice has been committed in my country. My father, the Great Paulus Jaarinen, who led our nation into its most prosperous era, was assassinated, murdered, by a cabal of scheming Generals, who even now, as I speak, rule Nimzonia with an Iron fist."

Otto's expression became a serious, determined frown, as he spoke, "Emmanual Helstag is an usurper and a traitor! His attempt to assassinate me has failed, and now I have returned to restore justice and rightful order to Nimzonia! If he has any decency left, he will abdicate in my favour. If not, my allies and I shall not rest until he is removed from power."

"Now I call to the people of Nimzonia, and to the international community for support. The usurper Helstag is not only a threat to his own people, but to the world as a whole. I implore the international community to ally with me in defeating this tyrant once and for all."
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CALL FOR ALLIES AND MERCENARIES
Shortly after sending out his declaration of war, and call for allies, Otto also put out advertisements calling for mercenaries:
*****
Mercenary companies required to fight against the Nimzonian Government, must be equipped for winter combat. Current contracts available for one year, after which contracts will be re-negotiated. Pay generous.
*****

Emmanual Helstag, President of Nimzonia, also sent out a message calling for allies and mercenaries:
*****
The Republic of Nimzonia seeks allies in exterminating a sizeable threat to the country's stability. A portion of the Nimzonian Navy is taking advantage of the current political instability to mount an illegal rebellion against the legitimate government. First, be advised, that any aid given to these rebels will be considered an act of war against Nimzonia, and acted upon as thus. Instead, we are offering sizeable bounties for the recapture or sinking of the following naval units: <List of ships, including the RNS Overlord task force>, for the capture or elimination of the following rebel personnel <List of rebels, including Olaf Jakobsson and Bjornolf Folkvadr>, and for help in the recapture of the Wodenreijk island military installation. These bounties are entirely open to negotiation.
*****

OOC:
The Nimzonian Civil War thread is here. Come on in.
Fire and Ice: The Nimzonian Civil War (http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=378879)

*Telegram to General Henry J. Tschanz II regarding the drive against the FA forces in Andaluciae*

General Tschanz:

First, we'd like to congratulate you and your forces on your drastic advance into the FA forces.

Your orders are to maintain the assault on the FA forces. We would be greatly aided at any potential armistice conference with FA. A stronger position is very desirable. Keep your forces driving against them. BUT: Do not allow your men to take any vengeance actions. It would be best if your forces overrun the FA positions, and, when their in shock, have the infantry take them POW.

We don't want to compromise a peace chance, but we want to maximize our position.

We are contacting the allies to attempt to get a response to the peace offer from FA, but nothing yet. When we get confirmation of either we will let you know. We'd suggest you prepare an order to halt the assault immediately if we come across confirmation from the allies.

If you are capable of gaining us any further advantage at a conference, you can expect a fourth generals star, like the one your father had.

-Interim Consul Korrigan, Grand Admiral Scheer

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*High Command Combat Situation Report*
We can expect the three commands to link up shortly in a relative center point, after which, we can expect our forces to begin the drive to the sea. With any luck, we will be able to drive the FA forces off of the mainland. Our forces have been able isolate pockets of FA forces, and we are currently bombarding the pockets with tactical artillery and air strikes. Chem weapons have not been used as per the request of the high command.

All POWs have been sent to Class I facilities, their health and well being are being taken care of adequately.

The naval actions are also successful, but nowhere near as successful as the ground advances. We have lost three Carrier Battle Groups, and the Megalith sustained a cruise missile strike, but damage only harmed a VLS tube.

Our remaining nuclear strike force is currently safe and secure, sitting silently on the bottom of the lake, or is airborne over one of our colonies.

Our forces are looking forward to a potential end to this war. With the news that an end to this war might be near, morale is high. We recommend that an you take up this peace offer.

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::In Slotter's hideout, Ritsuko, Taskmaster, and Maison have weaved their way down to the prison cells without being noticed. Ritsuko looks on the wall::

Ritsuko: Cell 42, that's what we want. Let's go...

*After a long night of deliberating, General McDaniel sends a message to the St. Lawrence base in LOTI*

::Encypted Message::

To: Admiral Michael Schnell
From: General Andrew McDaniel

Admiral, after a long night of meetings with the military board, we have decided to aid the rebels of Nimzonia. You will be taking 2 CBG's into the Atlantic with a supply convoy for the Rebels. Move from the St. Lawrence to the base on Woodrenjik Island. Once we have a secure location, more supplies will be air-lifted in. Reinforcement troops will be sent in via para-drop when your signal is sent. Good Luck.

************

5 C-130 air ships load up in Dubelco main land with supplies including emergency medicine, MRE's, 5.56 MM ammo, and the 1st Airbourne Division. Their orders: Secure LZ and help rebels in all possible ways. Leader of 1st is Sergeant Matthews. They will flyover LOTI and Rendevous with their escort out of the Great Lakes Area, 4 wings of F-22's also escorting 2 AC-130 Gunships.

In the Underground Government Offices

Mike of Mike and Mike Shipping reads the latest urgent message:

From: Interim Consul Korrigan, Grand Admiral Scheer
RE: Holding the Potential Armistice Conference in Maddermike

With the recent posiibility of a cessation of hostilities, the Andaluciaen government would be greatly appreciative if Maddermike, as a neutral nation, would hold the peace talks between Edenstein, Henceland Omega, Andaluciae (the allies) and Featherstones America. We are willing to pay for all expenditures made by your government and your people. Thank you.

-IC Korrigan, GA Scheer

Mike talks to Em (Secretary of State) and he is pushing to host the peace conference. Em repeatedly tells him that foreigners seldom understand the MadderMikian society especially the manditory carrying of firearms. Mike is undetered "We will host this peace conference and we will make the Michaelgrad Hilton available. It is now totally underground and will make a very nice place for a conference."

Em is resigned to inviting the participants to a peace conference in MadderMike. She sends the following message to each country:
Edenstein
Henceland Omega
Andaluciae
Featherstones America
***MadderMike is honored and flattered to be asked to host this most important peace conference. The best facilities have been arranged in the Michaelgrad Hilton. Please note that most common customs are enjoyed by MadderMikians. There is one custom; in fact it is the law of the land, that every person above the age of 18 is required to carry a fully operational and loaded firearm. This law is enforced upon arrival in MadderMike, if you don't have a firearm one will be provided to you for your visit. Most MadderMikians chose to carry a semi-automatic pistol or two or three, but most anything qualifies under the law e.g. rocket propelled grenades, stinger missiles M60s M249 M4A M16. As a result of this law MadderMike is a polite society after all everyone is packing.****

Em hopes everyone reads between the lines, if you are rude expect gunfire. She notes that even visitors of a few hours soon take the same attitude. This will be an interesting peace conference. She thinks to herself.

*Inside Grand Admiral Scheer's Office, everyone is breathing more easily*
Grand Admiral Scheer: Well then, that's it. Just a peace conference left to handle. And I'm the one who's gonna be negotiating for us.

Admiral Tirpitz: You're a good choice, but it's in Maddermike, what guns are you going to take.

GA Scheer: Well, of course my Luger, it's a family heirloom, and the secret service boys are giving me an MP-5 to put under the fake bottom of my suitcase.

Adm. Larson: If this comes out sir, you're going to be the next Consul.

GA Scheer: I know Bill, that's the amazing thing. *pauses, switches topic* I want a message sent to Madderrmike the allies and FA, we request the date the the Peace Conference to be on December 8. Include in the stuff to the allies our plans though, what we're going to ask for and such.

Adm. Tirpitz: Got it, I'll get right on it...

*Emperor Ed is in Carolyn room, finnishing up tieing her bullet proof corset*
Carolyn: But its Madder Mike!!!! THEY HAVE GUNS!!! I DON'T WANT NATASHA PLAYING WITH GUNS!

Ed: Well she won't be, she is staying here with me...

Carolyn: Why can't you go?

Ed:*pulling on corset strings* because I have to watch over the deployment to izimbeckwi!.. don't worry, we are going to give you guns..

Carolyn: GUNS?!?! You never said anything about guns!

Ed: Yes its custom in madder miker for everyone to be packing heat....

Carolyn: *looking at herself in the mirror* This bullet proof corset looks pretty good... Is anyone else going with me?

Ed: Yeah, Onotov is going with you, she's going to be doing most of the work.. you'll just have to sit there and be pretty.

Carolyn: ok.. I can deal with that...

Ed: Lets go down to Unit 42 and get you outfitted...

*they finnish putting on Carolyns dress which has another layer of kevlar in it and head down to Unit 42, (ooc: think Q branch), where 42 is already waiting foir them*

42: Are you sure your going to want to send Caroyln in there?

Ed: Yes.... I'm sure.. she'll be fine

42: How do you like the corset I made for you?

Carolyn:It fits nice and snug, and it looks sexy....

42: Well that Corset is designed to withstand a 44 round at point blank... and your dress had kevlar III woven into it so the combination should protect you against most anything...

*in the background a scientist leans on a lightpole, talons come down and rip into him, other scientists stand around watching and taking notes*

Ed: What kind of guns can we give her?

42: Well carolyn.. we will be issuing you the standard 9mm Beretta, as well as this baby....

Carolyn: Baby?

42: yes! It is a standard SAW M249 but we hav mounted it on the hydrolic system that they use for the steady cams... This cuts down on recoil by 200 percent and allows for easy handling. Here, let me demonstrate.... SCHULTZ!!!!

*a man runs out wearing the corset and dress that empress carolyn has on, he stands down range of the group*

Carolyn: It looks better on me...

42: Now watch, *He puts the system on, and it activates, a little smiley comes on the radar screen that says "Good morning 42" it then turns into radar mode.*

Now watch...... HOLD STILL SCHULTZ!!! *42 pulls the trigger and rounds go flying down range hitting schultz, he his knocked back but the gets up unscahthed* See nothing to worry about.... also, in this little baby... we added a smaller version of the M260 grenade launcher...

Schultz: VAS??!?!?! *42 pulls the trigger and a grenade round goes flying down range. It lands just in front of shcultz and he puts his arms up... the cuncussion sends him flying backwards and he hits the wall... he slowly gets up... not much worse for the wear*

Carolyn: The dress still looks better on me...

Schultz: *rambles in german*

42: And finally, your dress is designed to withstand 1000 degrees!!!!!

Schultz: Mutter! *from the cieling jets of fire come down, Schultz covers up in the fetal posistion as it hits him, a few seconds later the jets stop and he gets up.... his hair is slightly burnt*

Carolyn: Ok... I think I should be fine.

Ed: Lets get you on the plane.....

*Ed and Carolyn leave as 42 goes down and dumps a bucket of water on Schultz*

42: you should trust my inventions more..........

*ANN Breaking News Flash*

We have been able to confim that Maddermike has agreed to host the peace conference on the Eighth of December for a week at the Michaelgrad Hilton, the Andaluciaen government thanks the government of Maddermike.

We have also learned that Edenstein and Henceland Omega have also signed on to the peace conference, to end this war.

::Carmine receives word from MadderMike aboutthe Peace Treaty::

Carmine: Well, it's time for another lovely trip to MadderMike. I'll have to find my M249. Watson, Heartwind and Kahr, you'll be coming with me.

Jenny: I understand the other two, but why me?

Carmine: Just in case we need to perusade them of anything.

Jenny: ::grins:: I understand. ::She walks out of the room to find her Beretta::

::Watson watches Jenny leave. It's harder and harder for him not to gawk as his life gets more stressful. It's worse when she knows full wel that he's looking at her. He sighs, then realizes something::

Watson: I don't have a gun! I've never really had to worry about that before.

Ramsus: Too bad. I guess you'll get one of their standard issue guns.

Watson: I've never used one before. What happens if I need to?

Ramsus: If? I think you mean when. It's impolite if you visit there and leave without having even shot someone.

Watson: Didn't we have a thing against MadderMike a while ago?

Carmine: Yeah, just to see if the people would follow. They did, and I had you drop the issue.

Ramsus: Now sir, who is going to keep an eye on "Operation Shoot the Piss Out of the Pax Germanians in Izimbeckwi?"

::Carmine stares at Ramsus blankly::

Ramsus: Ahem. You executed the guy that thinks up names for the operations...

Carmine: Oh, right. Well then let's find someone else. Meanwhile have General Sherman run things.

Ramsus: Are you sure? General Sherman has this tendency to go a little overboard...

Carmine: That's fine. That's probalby a good thing this time around. Now get your guns and meet me here at 1900. We'll head out then.

Mike thanks the guard, checks to make sure the two 9mm semi-automatics are still in the holsters under his arms, the .25 semi-automatic in his waistband at the small of his back, and the snub-nosed .38 in the ankle holster on his good leg are still in place. He picks up the brief case loaded with more weaponry and ammo and has to threaten to shoot an 80 year old blue hair to get a taxi.

He checks into the Edenstein Hilton in his favorite room overlooking ... more buildings. He pulls out the map of the city and finds the Nano-tech factory complex. Tomorrow I will check it out he thinks.

Mike can drive well even with the artificial leg but rental car companies always give him trouble and usually refuse to rent until he pulls a gun on them. This trip he has decided to keep his hand in on stealing cars.

He reminisces about his days as a car thief in Indian Casino Operator. That is how he got his start in Intelligence. He managed to boost the MadderMikian ambassador's heavily armored, secure limo. He got about 10 feet when the ambassador (who was sitting in the back all the time) pulled a gun on him and hired him. It didn't hurt that Mike was related to the Prime Minister at the time Mike Oldsmobile Sr.

The Next day

Whirring and clunking Mike Bond works his way towards the nearest parking garage. He passes over the new Mercedes, BMWs, and Lexus. He is looking for something non-descript to take him around the city. He pulls a battery operated screwdriver out of a convenient compartment in his artificial leg and takes the license plate off the nearest car. He spots an older dinged up Frod Libra. That will do In seconds he has the new plate installed and is in the car and driving out of the garage. The owner obligingly left the parking stub in the sun visor. Bond paid the parking fee and headed out towards the Nano-Tech Factory.

Along the way he passed a huge solid waste processing plant. There were rats the size of hound dogs running all around. Mike couldn't resist taking a few pot shots at them. He was pretty sure he hit a couple, at sixty MPH that was not bad shooting.

*Food, clothing, and medical supplies to help the people of northern Izimbeckwi have been requested by Edenstein. Out of Dubelco controlled Bentanapolis, C-5's fuel up and begin loading in supples bound for Izimbeckwi. After a days worth of preparation, the 1st Lighfoot Infantry load onto the remaining C-5's as the air convoy takes off. *

*A total of 15 C-5's full of supplies and troops to disperse the need articles will arrive at the air base near Acierem harbor in the north, then shipped out from their. 5 Wings of F-22's will be escorting them to the bases airspace then returning home. *

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To: Chief of Military Operations, James Hartman
From: Pax High Command
Re: Reinforcements

Due to the increasing setbacks in the distributing food and tablet PCs to the people of Izimbeckwi and the growing threat to the north, you are being allotted command of a full 10 armies. 11th through 20th armies will cross the Mikan Channel today at 0600. These forces shall be under your direct control upon their crossing into occupied territory. That is all

ooc: Here is a link to the peace conference
http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=7658000#post7658000

::General Sherman sits in his tent on the border between north and south Izimbeckwi. He puts down the phone::

Sherman: Colonel Bogey!

Bogey: Yes Sir?

Sherman: It appears General Kahr will not be overseeing this incident as he is attending to the business of the FA War. He has left me to make the decisions. Have all the troops ready to move within 48 hours! And I do mean ALL the troops.

Bogey: Yes Sir...

*Over Acierem, the convoy lands at the air base. As the C-5's land the wings turn around and head home.
The supplies is off-loaded by the 1st and put onto trucks with their escorts close behind.*

::Transports begin landing in Izimbeckwi, delivering 2 armies to reinforce the troops already there. The previous garrison has been moved to patrol on the border. Max Rittman and Francis James are two fo those patrolling the border::

Max: So did you hear about General Sherman?

Francis: That he's running the show now instead of General Kahr? Yeah, I heard that. I wonder what that's going to mean.

Max: Seargent said that General Sherman is crazy and makes gutsy decisions.

Francis: Huh, well I wonder what that's going to mean for us and those Arlees... Maybe we'll see some shooting yet!

Inside Confed C&C, a message is being decoded.

::Under attack from Nimzonian Air Force. Launching countermeasures but unsure of likely win probability. Send supplies to Woodrenjik.::

Andy read the message and just thought. He thought and thought why they would need more. They had more than enough for the forseen venture. Unless they were going beyond their origional plan. He turned to an officer.

"Send word to Port St. Lucie in LOTI, have them send another supply convoy with an escort group. Also, send for White Rabbits 1, 2, and 4, we may need them out there."

*All through Edenstein square decorations are being hung, wreaths are being placed on poles doors and lights strung, the dark haired girl with the blue eyes is walking through the square with a bag full of gifts when a man stops here on the street*

Man: Excuse me, miss..
DHG: Yes? What can I do for you?
Man: I'm from Henceland Omega, why is everyone just now putting up decorations? Christmas is in two days! We've been decorating since the beginning of December! I've heard that the Emperor isn't very fond of christmas due to the fact that his first wife died but..isn't waiting until the day before cutting it a little close?
DHG: Well it is true that the Emperor dosn't usually celebrate christmas but, Empress Carolyn is making him this year. But, we celbrate the Russian Orthadox Christmas which is on January 7th.
Man: Ohhh.. I see... makes sense I guess
DHG: Yeah, most of the country are russian orthadox....
Man: I see.. well can you point me to Boston Store?
DHG: Yeah.. its down on state street.
Man Thank you!

::In Slotter's hideout, Ritsuko watches as the guards are about to change shifts. As the incoming guard passes her position, she sends a signal to Taskmaster, who jumps out and grabs the guards mouth and drags him behind a table::

TM: Good night guard! ::He snaps the guards neck, then looks at the guard's outfit:: S$#*! This won't fit me!

Maison: Allow me... ::He quickly undresses the guard, and changes clothes, being sure to put the helmet on extra low. He stands up and walks over to the current guard, and gives the appropriate signal. The other guard nods::

Guard: Man, I was starting to think you weren't coming! You're later than usual! ::Maison shrugs. The other guard stops for a minute:: Quiet today huh? Oh well. Take it easy...

::As the guard walks out of sight, Maison turns to the other guard at the door::

Maison: Excuse me, but is that yours? ::He points to the ground. The guard looks down to see. Taskmaster jumps out and wrestles the guard to the ground, knocking him out. He takes the key from the guard and opens the door to the cell block. He and Maison run into the block where they are met with a chilling sight. Several captives are in their cells, most of them nothing but skin and bones having not been fed much, if at all. Most are bruised, and some are even dead. As they run through the corridor they round a corridor where they are spotted by 2 other guards in front of a door marked "Special Prisoners"::

Guard: Intruders! Quick, hit the panic button! ::Suddenly on the wall, the panic button gets blown away, shot from somewhere unseen. Taskmaster charges the guards, quickly disarming them and taking them out. Maison looks at the keyhole::

Maison: The key we have doesn't fit this!

Taskmaster: Let me see. ::He walks up and pulls out the keys he found under the bed during their first attempt. He tries a couple and finally one fits, opening the door. Ritsuko runs up behind them and joins them as they run through the door::

Maison: A very nice shot General!

Ritsuko: Thanks, but we're not done yet...

::At the end of the hallway they see a man sitting in a cell. He is hardly recognizable. He is very thin and damaged, bruised nearly everywhere, and his facial hair has overgrown him to where most of his facial features are hidden. He looks up at the group, his thin eyes growing wider suddenly::

Ritsuko: Merry Christmas Elwood Zev Corran! We're here to rescue you!

*ENN flashes their logo across the screen as well as the LETI news logo. The screen goes black and then Dick clark appears on the screen. Edenstein square is in the background with a large tree and thousands of people standing around.*

Dick Clark: Greetings everyone and merry christmas! We are live in Edenstein square for the 150 lighting of the christmas tree! In case your wondering why Edenstein celebrates christmas on the 7th of January, 95% of Edenstein belongs to the russian orthadox church church church church church....

*a mechanic comes on screen and flips a panel open in the back of clarks head, fiddles around for a moment then flips the panel back down then exits*

which celebrates on the 7th. This year, the guest tree lighter is Paul Stewart and his lovely wife Valerie, who where the parents of the 3 billionth child born in Edenstein. Lets go down to Farbra Walters, who is trying to stay warm down on the square.. Farbra?

*Walters is down in the square bundled up and shivering*

Walters: Dick are you there?
Clark: Yes I am.. nice and tosty....
Walters: Haha must be nice...
Clark: Farbra, I don't feel the cold anymore after the scientists took out many of my internal organs and replaced my blood with antifreeze..
Walters: Thats.. ummm nice Dick... anyways this year is proving to be one of the most exciting lightings in recent history, wait a minute looks like the emperor is going to give a speech...

*on the balcony of the palace, Emperor Ed walks out with the stewarts, he is wearing a santa hat and has presants in his hands which he throws to the crowd*

Ed: People of Edenstein, as well as LETI as a whole.. I wish you a merry christmas!!! *the crowd cheers* This year, the Stewarts here will be lighting the tree, as you may or may not know, they where the parents of the 3 billionth child born in Edenstein. This holiday season... be sure to remember our troops that are defending out nation all across the great lakes, and the world!

*the crowd cheers as Paul and Val step up to the plunger that is designed to trigger the lights.. the crowd begins to chant Tree Tree Tree Tree! Paul and Val hold hands and both push it down.. the 140 foot tree glows bright with almost a half a mile of lights intwined in the braches. All is well until one stands goes out, and then a massive explosion evelops the square, sending flames, tree pieces and bodies flying away from where the statly tree once stood. Massive panic spreads through the crowd as people rush out of the square, many people are trampled in the stampeed*

Dick Clark: MERRY ROCKEN CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!!!! Now the featured entertainment! Ashlee Simpson!!!

::Ritsuko and Maison finish unlocking the last of the HO prison cells, as former air force commander Laura Siannodel walks out::

Maison: Well that makes His Henceness, Master Althena, Miss Hoshino, Master Tism, Dr. Uzuki, and General Siannodel. More than I expected, but fewer than I'd hoped!

Ritsuko: How are you General Siannodel?

Laura: Jesus Christ it feels like someone ran a train on me... Every day...

Ritsuko: Well that's all right, we're getting you out of here.

::She ducks around a corner where Taskmaster is assembling something::

TM: I think you might want to get away from here for a minute.

::The two of them run back around the corner as an explosion goes off, revealing a hollow point in the earth. Ritsuko leads the group through the tunnel and finally out near a crude drainage ditch in the woods. She turns to Taskmaster who is the last one out::

Ritsuko: You realize we won't all fit in that car?

TM: To be perfectly honest, I was rather hoping you had a way out. I was more worried about breaking in and rescuing than getting out.

::He looks down. A young girl is standing in front of him shaking her head::

Ruri: Idiots...

::Ritsuko puts in an urgent message to Zofia, hoping to God that Edenstein had some kind of carrier signal out here in Skulkistan, but realizing they probably didn't. Afterwards she does manage to call the car up and bring it around.::

Ritsuko: Maison! Now listen up! That car can maybe fit 5 people in it. Take His Henceness, Luna, Laura, and Ruri. That way Task and I will only have to worry about Rom and Citan.

Maison: Where shall we go?

Ritsuko: Follow the map we charted and make for the nearest inhabited city in actual Edenstein. Then lay low! Do NOT arouse any suspicion!

Maison: Yes Ma'am! ::He funnels everyone into the car and takes off::

Ritsuko: Now... How the heck do WE get out of here?

In Skulkistan:

*Remote listening outpost Tau Beta Sigma Epsilon Iota 1973 or TBSEI1973, picks up a highly encoded message to Zofia, it is then routed to Zofia in Izembeckwi*

Outpost Op: General, urgent message from Ritsuko.. priority one..
Zofia: Can you triangulate where it came from?
OO: Sir.. it came from skulkistan...
Zofia: What do you mean skulkistan....
OO: It came deep within skulistan....
Zofia: *reads the message on her palm* alright... What forces do we have in the area?
OO: Hold on Sir....... Sir.. we have 3 PJ helo's off of the coast on the Niet as well as 5 pj units in Santa cruz that can be dispatched immediatly...
Zofia: Dispatch them immediatly, as well as any P3 Orions to see if we can pick up any other communications from that area.... What do we have out there anyways....
OO: One moment sir.. I'm uploading the specs to you Palm right now...
Zofia: *looks at the palm and relizes that other then an edenstein military garrison there is nothing out there* Send out *looks at palm again* 2nd and 3rd brigades to where Ritsuko's transmission was sent.. lets see what is there...
OO: Yes Sir.

*after the transmission the 8 PJ units and the P3-orion's are scrambled to the area to look for Ritsuko, as well as a column of tanks, and infantry from the outpost in skulkistan*

::In Slotter's hideout Sgt. Slotter is walking towards the back of his room. Eddie stands with him::

Slotter: Do you understand?

Eddie: I think so, but won't they be looking for us there?

Slotter: That's the point, if we set up a new hideout they'll be on it like a flash, meanwhile the real new hideout will get setup.

Eddie: So we're the bait?

Slotter: Of course. I left you guys in charge of this place and look what happened. ::As he speaks he knocks a spot on the wall. A panel flips down and he puts in a passcode, opening a passageway::

Eddie: Sir, should we try to pursue the captives?

Slotter: ::Looks back before disappearing into a corridor:: I don't care, I got what I needed from him anyway!

Eddie: This is not good...

::Meanwhile outside the hideout guards are running everywhere trying to pursue the car. Nobody has noticed the hiding spot where Ritsuko and Taskmaster sit watching. After a while Eddie announces the evacuation of the hideout, trying to escape himself before anything comes his way::

*the 5 Pavlow helicopters from santa cruz arrive at the source of the transmission in time to see mass chaos erupting on the ground as people are running everywhere, The pilots of the little bird escorts fly in low and scout out the vehicles... which have a picture of a crumbling mountain on them... they radio up to the command helo thats flying at 1000 feet*

Pilot: This is Romeo 6 4 to Super 6 2 I have multiple bogeys on the ground... what are your orders...

C&C: Romeo 6 4 drop down and make a path for super 6 3 and the jumpers... minimal casualties..

Pilot: Yes sir Romeo 6 4 to Romeo squadren... lets show them some paint...

*The little birds drop down to about 25 feet and come flying in over the troops at 150 miles an hour, blasting the avalanche troops with paint markers, clearing the way for the initial shock troops to fast rope in.. 4th platoon*

Sgt. Kerestes: Go Go Go!!!
Pvt. Mathews: But I don't wanna!!!
Sgt. K: GO NOW!! *Kerestes kicks mathews out of the chopper and he hits the ground with a thud*
Pvt. M: *cursing picks himself and his SAW up*
Lt. Kitzler: You guys just go down first... I'll be right behind you....
Cpl. Dubiel: YEEEEHAWW!!! *he flys down the zipline and almost lands on mathews*
Pvt. M: *Still swearing*
*soon all of fourth platoon is on the ground... fireing wildly at the retreating avalanche people... not hitting a single one*

Cpl. Dubiel: Yah.. ya'll suck!
Pvt. MacArthur: Blow it out your ass....
Cpl. D: Why I oughta! *pulls the pin on his grenade and tosses it towards MacArthur, who fortunatly jumps out of the way before it explodes, Kitzler slides down the rope just in time to see Dubiel and MAcArthur almost kill each other*

Kitzler: ok... ok... ummm... right.. our orders are.... *pulls out what looks like a fortune cookie and breaks it in half* Entrench in moo goo gai pan... in bed with steves girlfriend... wait that can't be right...

Kerestes: I have the orders sir... secure the area, look for the targets AND ELIMINATE WITH EXTREME PREJUDICE!!!

Kitzler: That dosn't sound right either....... ummm... how about we find them and then radio Super Six Two

Kerestes: Alright.. *turns to rest of platoon* SPREAD OUT AND LOOK FOR THE TARGETS!!!!

*the plattoon grumbles as they begin to secure and search the area*

::As Eddie and the others leave, they suddenly hear the sound ofthe Edenstein craft approaching. As they run away, a bullet fired by Cpl. Dubiel whizzes by Smucker's foot. He stops for a minute and turns around::

Smucker: YOU HAVE TERRIBLE AIM SOLDIER! DROP OUT OF THE ARMY! DIESEL MECHANICS IS A GROWING FIELD!

::Will turns and shrugs at John::

John: Actually I hear the diesel mechanics field is starting to get flooded by former tuba players who didn't want to flip burgers in Ohio for the rest of their life.

Will: Ew. Ohio? I'd pick Diesel mechanics over Ohio anyday.

John: Well I'd even take Ohio over...

Will: Detroit? Anyday... Anything but Detroit!

Eddie: Can we get going here before those hoodlums actually get lucky and hit us?

::The four of them scramble for cover, trying to sneak out. They nearly run right into Ritsuko, who is hiding up in a tree. She sees helicoptors with the Linux penguin on them and her jaw drops. "Didn't I sent that transmission less than an hour ago. How did they get here so quickly?" She waits untill she sees 4th Platoon run by her and she drops down behind them::

Ritsuko: Hey! We're here! I have a few people that need lifted out of here immediately! Former prisoners! ::She looks at the Platoon. Cpl. Dubiel is still trying to fire at Smucker and missingly horribly. Pvt. Mathews is still swearing. She flags down Lt. Kitzler::

Lt. Kitzler: Jesus Christ! Who are you?

Ritsuko: I'm the one you're looking for!

Pvt. Mathews: Dammit! You already have a girlfriend! Why do the hot ones always go for you?

Lt. Kitzler: Sorry, I'm kinda busy right now. Moo goo gai pan, trenches, Steve's girlfriend... ::He mumbles as he walks off. Ritsuko walks over to Sgt. Kerestes::

Ritsuko: What about you? Can you do anything for me?

Sgt. Kerestes: Aren't you 16?

Ritsuko: Yeah, why?

Pvt. Mathews: Ha ha! You still can't get a girl your age to hit on you! You'll end up with syphillus for sure!

Sgt. Kerestes: Damn my luck!

::Pvt. MacArthur dashes by Ritsuko without even paying her any heed. Ritsuko turns around to see that Pfc. Frister has just gotten himself completely tangled in the zipline::

Pfc. Frister: Oof! A little help here?

Pvt. Mathews: Chickenf****r!

Lt. Kitzler: Horsef****r!

Cpl. Dubiel: DIESEL MECHANICS EH? F*** YOU CLOWN! ::Fires in random directions, causing Pvt. MacArthur to stand up and flip him off::

Ritsuko: ::smacks her forehead:: Of all the people to rescue us... I'd almost rather be in Detroit...

::Up in the air, Slotter is flying away secretly on his personal helicoptor. He looks at all the Edenstein deployments::

Slotter: I'll get you next time Emperor Ed! Next time!

::A cat meows::

*after expending thousands of rounds of ammo, and Lt. Kitzler actually finding Steve's girlfriend in a trench of Moo Goo Gai Pan they all head over to where Ritsuko*

Kitzler: soooo... let me get this striaght... your code name is Moo Goo and I have to respond to you gai pan right?

Mathews: Yeah, she'll Moo Goo his Gai Pan....

MacArthur: From what Ulonov tells me she dosn't swing that way if you know what I mean..... *the 4th platoon boys all start to laugh except Kitzler who is still focusing on the fortune cookie message*

Ritsuko: WHAT?! *she lunges at MacArthur but stops..* Ohh my... the video.

Dubiel: Yeah, it was better then soft core porn!!!

Pvt. Becker: Mmmmmm I wanna watch!!!

*they all begin laughing as another helo drops into the base.. and men in Black uniforms and black helmets jump in, they are are simultaneously saying hut hut hut hut hut hut hut, one of them comes up to the circle of 4th platoon and salutes Kitzler*

Kitzler: DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THIS MOO GOO GAI PAN!!!

Dforce Op: No sir! *he turns to Ritsuko* General, I am Master Sgt. Squeel, I have orders to escort you back to Linux immediatly for debriefing from Admiral Ulonov.

Pvt Becker: *Takes off her helmet and flicks her hair* Can I come with her? She's sexy! *the rest of the platoon falls on the ground laughing histaricly*

::Ritsuko hangs her head::

Ritsuko: Um, yes. I'll come right away. ::She motions to the others:: I have Dr. Citan Uzuki and Advisor Rom Tism that will likely need medical attention.

Rom: Oh I need... attention! Heheheh....

::Ritsuko looks around for Taskmaster but he has already disappeared. She turns where Pvt. Becker is licking her lips::

Ritsuko: I'll be eagerly waiting Ulonov after this... ::She turns to see Pvt. Mathews staring at her skirt::

Squeel: I understand General.

Pvt. Mathews: Does she wear a skirt all the time?

Pvt. MacArthur: And you say the Sgt. has a fetish for Catholic school girl outfits!

Sgt. Kerestes: What?

Ritsuko: It's not a...! Oh nevermind... just take me away!

*sgt squeel escorts Ritsuko to the helicopter and it takes off back to linux*

Back in Linux

*Clean up efforts after the tree lighting in the square has gone remarkably well, only 13 people where injured and no one was killed. Ulonov is standing on the balcony, when an aide walks up*

Aide: Admiral, The force has secured the target, and they are enroute back here..

Ulonov: Excellent..... get my office ready.... I'll be expecting a guest.

::After driving for a while, Maison finally exits Skulkistan territory and is back in Edenstein. He stops in the first town he gets to, a small rural town called Marvin. He looks around him at the citizens of the town. Turning his head, he notices Ruri doing the same::

Maison: Everybody in this town... They look so...

Ruri: Paranoid.

Maison: Yes. They look suspicious of us, but nobody has stoppped us yet. Let's go to the nearest hotel.

::He drives a short way. The nearest hotel is nothing more than a small inn run by a man that is almost certainly bipolar. Maison pays for a room, and guides the group to it. Once inside he looks at Corran. "Funny, he hasn't spoken a word yet. I wonder what they did to him in there?"

Maison: Your Henceness are you all right?

Corran: ...

Maison: Sir?

Corran: ...

Luna: I don't think he's spoken in a few weeks. My cell was right next to his and I didn't hear a peep out of him. But then again... ::She shivers:: I, I... I don't know...

Maison: Oh dear. ::Laura promptly passes out on one of the beds. Maison runs to the desk attendant:: Excuse me ma'am, isthere a hospital nearby?

Attendant: Hospital? Why, what are you planning?

Maison: Um, nothing my good lady, I just have a few folks that could use some help.

Attendant: 'Use some help?' Why, what are you suggesting? What's going on?

Maison: Nevermind. How about a phone? ::The attendant points off to the side. Maison nods and walks over. Picking up the phone he dials the operator and asks for the nearest hospital or doctor's office. After writing down the location he returns to the quaint room. Luna, Corran, and Laura are already nearly asleep. Ruri looks up at him::

Ruri: So what is the plan now?

Maison: We ned to get them some help. I don't know what's happened to them, but it's going to be a long time before they return to normal. They almost fit in here for now... Speaking of which, how are you?

Ruri: I'm fine. Oddly enough they left me alone. They figured I didn't know anything, and Eddie had this thing against killing 'innocent children.' He would've let me go if he were allowed to.

Maison: Did they feed you well?

Ruri: No. but I dealt with it.

Maison: Oh my. Well in any case we'll leave this town tomorrow when everyone is awake, so we'd better get some sleep. ::He waits until everyone else has fallen asleep, then goes to sleep himself on the floor of the inn::

Even as the peace conference goes on, the now victorious Andaluciaen naval fleet moves into a blockading position around the FA controlled canal zone.

Andaluciaen naval squadrons based in Fijar maintain a safe position off of the FA homeland, well in international waters.

An Andaluciaen Ministry of Defense statement says these forces are in position, just in case...

As Ritsuko is loading up into the helicopter, Taskmaster watches from a tree about 20 feet away and 25 feet up.

"Good luck kid, this one was free, the next one costs you..."

He leaps down the branches with ease, onto the ground. As the remaining troops in the area fiddle with themselves, Taskmaster reaches around behind him on the rear of his belt, pushes 3 buttons, and engages his active camo as he runs off through some bushes.

::In the town of Marvin, Maison packs up and gets everybbody into the 007 car. He quickly takes leave of the town and uses the car's GPS system to locate the nearest hospital. He drives to a more populated city (and one that isn't so paranoid) and puts all the previous prisoners in for analysis::

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Meanwhile back in MadderMike

::Carmine decides that hte meeting is over. He fires a few rounds in the air to signify his satisfaction with everything. Ramsus Kahr runs around the building frantically, finally finding Jenny and Watson passed out from exhaustion. Watson never did get that window open::

Ramsus: I wonder what they put in those drinks. We're going to find out...

::He picks the two up and joins Carmine at the nearest helipad. They take off and return to the Hence Palace in Fei Fong Wong::

*It is a clear morning as the sun rises over the waters to the east.*

Jack: Feast yer eyes on it, boys and girl. Welcome back to Lake Erie.

*The Black Curdle silently sailed into Lake Erie to begin a new reign of terror on the high seas.*

::Maison paces back and forth at the local Theta Chi Care Institute in Oxton, Edenstein. It is a town that is known for producing some of Edenstein's top athletes although that doesn't come into this story. A nurse walks into the waiting room::

Nurse: Sir, I've completed the checks on the patients.

Maison: And?

Nurse: Ruri Hoshino is perfectly fine. Laura Siannodel is stable. She suffered malnutrition, but is recovering well. Luna and Corran on the other hand...

Maison: Oh dear! What is the matter with them?

Nurse: Well Luna's the better ofthe two, having suffered few physical injuries. They both suffer malnutrition like Laura, and both have them carry severe emotional trauma. I'm not sure what they went through, but it must've been terrible!

Maison: I'm sure it was...

Nurse: Now Corran also has lots of physical injureis. It seems his captors beat him fairly often. We'll need to keep him here for a few days before he's physically stable. Meanwhile, I'd suggest finding a good psychologist. It's going to take a long time for those two to rehabilitate.

::Ruri walks out with a doctor::

Doctor: Well you sure do have some spirit! Would you like a sucker for being so good?

::Ruri looks at the doctor and says nothing. Maison walks over::

Maison: Oh no! Ha ha! She's too old for that. She's far more grown up than she looks!

Doctor: I can believe it! Now, let's make some arrangements here to keep Mr. Corran. He'll be ok, but we need to keep him under our care for some time.

Maison: Very well...

::Back at the Hence Palace, Carmine and his crew return from the summit. Something is bothering Carmine. When he walks in, he notices Sgt. Slotter sitting in the throne room::

Carmine: Slotter!

Slotter: Yes, I'm taking up residency here for a few days while Eddie and the others prepare my new base of operations.

Carmine: New base?

Slotter: It was the girl, the one we failed to apprehend. And the Dubelcan special agent. They caught our guards off guard and rescued him.

::Watson sniggers at the word play, but stops when he realizes nobody else caught it::

Slotter: He is now somewhere in Edenstein.

Ramsus: Well why didn't you just kill him when you had the chance?

SLotter: Because he knows something that no one else knows. Unfortunately he doesn't know what it is.

Watson: So if he doesn't know what he knows that no one else knows, then doesn't that mean he...

Slotter: Shut the hell up. What he knows is something very important.

Jenny: The key to LETI?

Slotter: No, I got that out of him eventually. This concerns the Druids. I read about it in an ancient manuscript I got my hands on. It mentions only that the true leader can call on the power. He who is truly Hence. However, he doesn't seem to know what that means. I tried torturing him to get it out of him, I tried mental and physical torture, I even hypnotized him. But he just plain doesn't know what it is. No, I need him alive because I have to know what it is!

Carmine: ::grins evilly and rubs his hands together:: Well I think he will find his homecoming to be less than warm...

Slotter: If you've done your job correctly, yes.

Carmine: You needn't worry about that. But for added measure I'll have Raskalnokov beef up security around here. Watson! Up the showing of propaganda by 50%. And Gen. Kahr, you may give the order.

Kahr: Yes Premiere. ::He calls General Sherman:: Sherman, this is Kahr. You are now authorized to begin your assault on the Pax controlled sector of Izimbeckwi. Make us proud...

Letiburg

Admiral Wilhelmsson stepped inside governor Lagerfelt's office. The governor was sitting on top of a big pile of beenbags, in the lotus position. Wilhelmsson hesitated.

"Ommm." said Lagerfelt.

"Um... governor? I've got this here, um... report on the civil war?"

"What civil war?" said Lagerfelt amiably, with a glazed look to his eyes.

"The... uh... Nimzonian Civil War?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." said Lagerfelt, "We're a civilised country. Ommmmm!"

Wilhelmsson shuffled his feet, "Well, it's been going on for a while now, sir, and I think we really ought to be taking a... um... a stance..."

"Ommmmmm!!" said governor Lagerfelt, more forcefully.

"Sir, I must protest." said Wilhelmsson, "The outcome of this war will shape our future, and I for one-"

"Nope!" interrupted Lagerfelt, sticking his fingers in his ears, "It's not happening."

"Well, sir, you see, it is sort of-"

"Not happening!"

"Actually, um..."

"Not happening!"

Admiral Wilhelmsson looked at his feet. "Uh, yes, of course, sir. I'll er... just leave you to it, shall I?" He stepped out carefully, and quietly closed the door.

LETIreijk, according to the news channels, was taking a more or less neutral standpoint in the war, despite pressure from both the government and rebels to acknowledge the fact that there was a war in the first place.

*A quiet night in the Thetachi Institute... nothing stirring except the sound of medical equipment, Dave, a new lab tech had been making his rounds, he looked down on his chart and saw the next name, Corran, Elwood, Thinks he's a chicken. "Boy what a loon" Dave walks down and opens the door up and checks the machines, he turns his back for a moment and suddenly a flashbang grenade rolls into the room sending a blinding light and deafening sound, knocking dave onto the ground. Two Special forces operatives come into the room with MPK-5's drawn and two more swing through the window*

SP1: Shit.. you guys scared me.... Why the hell did you have to come into the window...
SP3: Orders....
SP2: Whatever... grab the target....
SP4: What about this guy? *kicks dave while on the floor*
SP2: Ulon
SP1: SHUT UP!!! NO NAMES!!! NO WITNESSES EITHER!
SP4: Alright....

*Running can be heard coming from down the hallway, they are Edenstein Regular Army assigned to gaurd the emperor*

SP1: Shit we are taking to long.. thats probably the dough boys...
SP4: I don't have a problem killing this guy, but I'm not about to kill our own guys...
SP1: Shit... Alright... *pulls a flashbang off of his uniform as well as a gas grenade, he pulls the pins and then chucks them out the door towards the advancing soldiers*
SP2: OK LETS GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!

*they grab Corran and haul him to the window where the helicopter is now hovering, they toss him out the window to the men in the copter and SP1 2 and 3 hop out as well, just as SP4 is leaving the regular soldiers make it to the room*

S1: HALT OR I'LL SHOOT!
SP4: BLOW IT OUT YOUR ARSE! *he goes to leap out the window as an 3 AK105 rounds hit him, he falls backwards into the room*

SP1: SHIT WAVE OFF WAVE OFF!! WE'VE GOT THE TARGET!
*the chopper pulls away from the hospital and flys off*

SP4: Hell..... *grabs his wounds, although taking 3 shots he is still alive, the armor absorbed most of the impact but the rounds still penatrated him*

S2: *over radio* Sir, we have one of them here on the floor...
Radio: Take him to get treated and find out what information you can...
S2: Yes sir... *they pick up SP4 and haul him to the emergency ward*

=At the palace=

*the helicopter with Ritsuko lands and she is escorted to Ulonov's office*

Ulonov: Ahhh.... General.. how good of you to be here..... I still out rank you....
Ritsuko: Yeah... thats nice... where is Zofia and why am I not on my way back to Henceland?

Ulonov: Its not in my best intrest, I hope you understand... with Carmine in power, I pretty much have free reign and co-operation to do as I please...... no more of this "We will Moniter the situation" if I request help from Carmine I get what I want... No more of this pussy footing around not coming to the aid of an ally.....

Ritsuko: ARE YOU STILL BITTER ABOUT THE ANDALUCAIE THING?!

Ulonov: YES, YES I AM! WHEN YOU HAVE AN ALLY YOU COME TO THEIR AIDE WHEN THEY REQUEST IT!!!

Ritsuko: IT WAS OVER IN TWO DAYS OLD MAN!!!!! IT WOULD OF TAKEN US THAT LONG TO GET SHIPS THERE!!!!

Ulonov: THATS NOT THE POINT! THE POINT IS YOU DIDN'T HELP! AND NOW PAX IS AS BIG OF THREAT AS EVER!!!!

Ritsuko: Pax?

Ulonov: YES PAX!!! I've had enough of this....... *pushes a button on his desk and 4 Special forces officers come in* Take ..... "The General" to her new room...... I hope you like dungeon gray....

OOC: steve go ahead and pick up here...

*along the border of D.D.P.P. the 10 armored and 193rd infintry divisons sat, as the mainly did doing nothing, staring across the border at nothing.... Cpl. Mensk sat on the front of a tank sunning himself when Private Pyle walked up to him*

Pvt: Cpl shouldn't you have your body armor and helmet on...
Cpl: Pvt, I've been here since Dubelco took DDPP, There hasn't been anything more exciting here then a stray rabbit everyonce in a while.
Pvt: But standing..
Cpl: Standing orders schmanding orders... those are more of just... guide lines.... *sits up to look at the Pvt* Look out there.... there hasn't been anything over there FOR MONTHS!
Pvt: But I heard talk of those Dubelcans wanting to start things.....
Cpl: Yeah *he laughes*.. they are gutless..... that would never happen....

==on the other side of the border==

*Special forces from Edenstein, aproximatly 700 or so have slowly been crawling their way closer to the army posistion, they landed almost 2 weeks ago in necrotisim and made their way through the country and the jungles to the wide open plains of northern Edenstein and southern D.D.P.P. Their orders where to attack and destroy the "Rebel faction in northern Edenstein that had broken away from the regular army" As the orders read, the army had broken away over issues with the government and where poised to strike back at Edenstein. If needed, they would have all the air and artillary fire they could hope for, These order had come right from the top, Signed by Admiral Ulonov himself...*

Captain Millar: *on the radio* all units report in...

Gold: Go
Red: Go
Silver: Go
Green: Go
Blue: Ready
Orange: Affirmative
Yellow: Go
Mauve: Why did we have to be Mauve again?
Millar: Are you ready or not?
Mauve: Go....

Millar: Alright boys and girls.. zero hour is almost on us...

==back at the tank==

Cpl: And that is why I'm not wearing it... give me that sun screen
*the private hands up the sunscreen while the cpl smeers it on*
Pvt: I can't wait to get home.. I'm from a little town about 100 miles from the capital.. they are gonna give me a parade when I get home... Maybe the emperor will show up....
Cpl: *Sitting up and taking off his sun glasses he turns to the pvt* Ha.. the Emperor... I love the Emperor, don't get me wrong, but I doubt he'd show up for one privates parade in a small town.... only the big wigs like Ulo

==Border==
Millar: all units.. commence operation cleanup....
*the special forces units begin fireing from long range, picking off targets of oportunity one Sniper, Specialst Tomy Ranger is operating a 50 Caliber antipersonel sniper rifle... he picks out a soldier sitting on top of a tank with no helmet or body armor, not that it would of helped much given the power of this rifle*

Ranger: Dumb ass... keep your helmet on next time.... *he pulls the trigger sending a round towards him, he takes aim at the other soldier and sends another round down range*

==tank==
Cpl: nov or Zofia Get to have the Emp
*he dosn't finnish his sentance as a 50 caliber round slams into his head sending pieces of it everywhere, the pvt dosn't have time to think before a round hit him in the head, luckily the helmet stopped the bullet and he is only knocked on the ground*

=border=
Ranger: DAMNIT! *shoots another round, this time the bullet finds its mark and the soldier lays down, and dosn't get back up*

*all around morter rounds, sniper bullets and artillary from Specter gunships begin raining down on the regular Edenstein Army, after taking initial heavy casualties they begin to return fire*

Near the Nano-Tech Factory in Edenstein

Mike Bond is studying the factory using night vision binoculars when he hears gunshots nearby. It is a sound near and dear to his heart. He locates the sound and looks at the scene with the glasses. A helo extraction, interesting, it doesn't look like the guy resisted much. That should keep the security forces focused over there. Thought Mike.

Whirring and clicking Mike made his way to the factory. He tried door after door but they were all locked. He was standing next to a large garage door when he saw a trail of ants working their way out of the factory. He scooped up a few and looked closer. They were miniature repair bots and they were headed to his leg. He stood still and soon nearly a hundred had crawled into the workings of his leg. Even after five minutes the whirring had decreased in intensity and the clicking had almost stopped.

I need more of these things. He moved quickly to his car and jumped in. He put a few of the nano-repair-bots into a bottle. The rest started to work on his 9mm and the 44 magnum. As he drove away his leg worked better and better. :)

::At Edenstein's Palace::

::Ritsuko looks as special forces come to take her away. She rolls her eyes::

SF1: Come with me, dear.

Ritsuko: You only wish, and I'm a minor at that!

SF1: Huh?

SF2: Ha ha! You sick twisted man!

SF1: What are you...

::Ritsuko whips a 9mm out of her skirt and shoots the first agent::

Ulonov: WHY DOES SHE HAVE WEAPONS?!? DIDN'T YOU CHECK THEM AT THE DOOR!?!?!

::As the guards reach for their weapons, Ritsuko takes out the second guard. Ulonov, not about to be caught with his pants down, opens a drawer in his desk and pulls out his own gun. Ritsuko jumps out of the way of the guards fire and quickly disposes of them in two more shots.

Ulonov: "Jesus, one shot per guard..."

::As he pulls out his gun, he presses an intercom button::

Ulonov: Jane, alert all security, there is an intruder in the building that must be shot on sight. ::He looks up to see Ritsuko pointing her gun at his head::

Ritsuko: Drop your weapon. And don't act like you don't have one, your hand is in the desk. If you move suddenly I'll kill you like I did these guys.

Ulonov: IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT! YOU WON'T GET AWAY WITH THIS!

Ritsuko: With what, restoring Corran to the throne? I think I will.

::Ulonov grins::

Ulonov: And where is your 'emperor' now? I happen to know! And he's in bigger trouble than you think!

Ritsuko: WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM?!?

Ulonov: Nothing yet, we're just, taking him on a little detour.

Ritsuko: You're a coward Ulonov. I ought to cap you right now. But I'm not going to, because you're going to escort me back to the helicoptor and see that I leave safely. But if you don't, your two janitors will be power-washing your remains off the carpet.

::Ulonov walks Ritsuko to the helipad, with Ritsuko's gun jammed in his back the whole time. Special forces run up, but stop when they see the situation::

Ulonov: DO SOMETHING! DON'T JUST STAND THERE! SHE'S TRYING TO KIDNAP ME!!!

Ritsuko: Blow it out your arse you old man. I wouldn't even want to kidnap you.

SF Captain: Sir! We can't shoot, we'll risk hitting you.

Ulonov: WELL DO SOMETHING ELSE THEN!!!!

(OOC: Take it Ed)

With the final removal of FA forces from Andaluciaen soil, the decontamination of the area they occupied could be completed. Currently, the Andaluciaen decontamination forces have been having tremendous success with Nyocine foam. Reconstruction has already been begun in 4 of the cities that were destroyed by the nuclear strikes.

Orders have been put in for more AA-21 ICBM's, but none for the warheads. More bombers have been ordered in the various classes that were lost during the strike. Same with orders for naval ships.

*After a few hours of battle, the Edenstein regular army had repelled and destroyed a good number of the attacking raiders, one of the rangers a Lt. had been captured and brought in for questioning*

Major: So Lt. Dubelco figured they could get the drop on mighty edenstein didn't they?

Lt. What are you talking about

Major: *slaps the Lt.* First of all you have Dubelcan Identification on you... *holds out wallet and in the wallet is a Dubelcan Identicard with the young Lt's picture on it*

Lt. WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT! I AM FROM EDENSTEIN!!!

Major: *punches the Lt. Again* Don't defoul my countries name by claiming you are from it... we recieved flash communication from your headquaters that you are an advanced Dubelcan Invasion force that is going to invade Edenstein....

Lt. *spits out a tooth* I AM FROM EDENSTEIN!

Major: *punches him again* I will not have that insulence from you... We wiped out most of your force.... ha, those Dubelcans thought they could get the drop on us...... You are sadly mistaken... once I get word from Linux to go ahead, we will roll into your pathetic defenses and destroy you...

Lt. FOR THE LAST TIME I'M FROM

Major: *takes out his service side arm and shoots the Lt in the knee cap* That ought to shut you up.... *he turns to the Sgt that is observing this...*
Get on the horn and notify headquaters and ask for orders...

Sgt: Yes Sir...

*As Ulonov, Ritsuko, and the Special forces members get closer to the helicopter, Emperor Ed walks out onto the helicopter pad in a bathrobe. He walks past the comotion that is going on and looks out into the courtyard... he then turns around to look at whats going on*

Ed: RITSUKO, ULONOV, WHATS GOING ON?

Ritsuko: Ulonov has some plot to take down Corran and Henceland Omega, he tried to put me in the dungeon...

Ed: But we don't have a dungeon...

Ulonov: Emperor, Ritsuko has just killed two soldiers as well as shot holes in the walls, She is a mennace to society as well as diposed, it is obvious that the people of HO don't want her and her ilk....

Ritsuko: Yeah, I'm sure he had something to do with that...

Ulonov: No it was you and that damnable Corran..... you didn't pay attention to what your people wanted..... Carmine is an excellent ruler...

Ritsuko: Well your just a pompus arrogant fool..

Ulonov: Go make out with Zofia...

*the special forces guys all laugh a little at this last comment*

Ritsuko: WHY I OUGHTA!

Ed: EVERYONE CALM DOWN!!! First of all.. Ritsuko, put down the gun....

Ritsuko: No..... Not until these bozo's put theirs down...

Ed: Guys put down the guns...... *the special forces guys put the guns down* Ritsuko.... get on the helicopter...

Ulonov: EMPEROR, YOU CAN'T LET HER GO!!!

Ed: Ritsuko get out of here..

Ritsuko: See ya! *she runs and gets on the helicopter..... it takes off for parts unknown....

Ulonov: why did you let her go....

Ed: We have bigger fish to fry, seems like the dubelcans have just attacked a base along the DDPP border......

Ulonov: Ohhh....... I see......

::Ritsuko gets on the helicoptor and flies away, not quite sure where to go. "Good old Emperor Ed. If only he knew the trouble that brews in his own advisors... In any case, I need to find out what that putz Ulonov was talking about"::

Back at the Thetachi Institute
::Maison hears some commotion inside the office. Running to the receptionist, he fears the worst::

Maison: What is going on in there?

::He pushes through the doors and into Corran's Rehab Room. A startling scene awaits him. 3 dead bodies lie the floor. Debris is strewn about the room, and Corran is nowhere to be found::

Maison: Oh dear! What happened?

Edenstein Soldier: A group of Special Forces soldiers came and kidnapped the patient.

Maison: Special Forces? From where?

Soldier: Well... that's the twist. They appear to be Edenstein soldiers. I don't know if they were hired out, or if someone from inside ordered them to do it, but we don't know where they are going. We caught one, and we'll begin interrogations after he is stabilized from his injuries.

Maison: Sir, I'd like to be present for the interrogation.

Soldier: Who are you?

Maison: I'm the butler!

Soldier: Seriously now...

Maison: I am serious! And I've been helping him regain his health!

Soldier: Well, I suppose there's not much an ld man like you could do anyway.

Maison: Thank you my good fellow! ::He runs back out to where the rest of the former HO advisors are:: Dr. Uzuki, how are you feeling?

Citan: Not in top shape, but well enough.

::He quickly is informed of the situation at hand. Laura and Luna start flipping out as they overhear parts. Ruri says nothing::

Citan: Well then, I think it would be best if I took the rest of us to a safe haven. We shall delay our return to HO until we have found Corran again. I hae a friend in Euphoni that can put us up for a while. We should be safe enough there...

::In the Hence Palace, word is brought to Carmine of the Dubelcan attack on Edenstein controlled DDPP. He turns to Slotter::

Carmine: Is this your doing?

Slotter: No. I'd think that you had more of a hand in this than I did.

Carmine: It's possible, although this particular incident likely grew out of it... Helmholtz!

Watson: Yes sir?

Carmine: I want you to keep in constant communication with Intelligence. If there is any way we can link Dubelco's attack to Pax Germania, even the slightest bit, I want you to weave it into a big conspiracy linking the two as trusted allies!

Watson: But that would essentially...

Carmine: I know what I'm doing! Go!

::Watson runs out to the Intelligence Room::

Slotter: Oh, and I'm sure you'll be glad to know my new base of operations will be ready within a few more days. Then I'll be out of your hair again.

Carmine: And what will you be doing then?

Slotter: That Dubelcan man Taskmaster will have the biggest bounty on his head that you've ever seen...

Carmine: And the girl?

Slotter: I want her alive. After I'm done, her death will be a welcome relief!

*in a double secret base in a small room with only a table two chairs and a lamp, Emperor Elwood Zev Corran sits staring blankly at the wall... when two men in black buisness Suits and sunglasses walk in with a briefcase*

Agent 1: Mr Corran.....

Corran: Wha, huh?

Agent 2: Actually Mr Corran, your not really Mr Corran at all....

Corran: Huh, what do you mean?

Agent 1: You are actually a Mr. Napedalan.... who owns a small grocery/convienence store...

Corran: I am?

Agent 2: yes... look for yourself... *the agent opens up his brief case and produces documents, a Drivers License, deed to the shop, survelience cam pics from the store with him behind the desk, family photo's the whole works*

Corran: I guess your right.....

Agent 1: How do you feel Mr. Napedalan?

Corran: Woozy... very woozy...

Agent 2: I'm sure you will be just find Mr. Napedalan...

Corran: Where am I from...

Agent 1: ohhh a small town on on the eastern side of edenstein called.... Detroit....

Corran: All right... I get to go to Detroit...

Agent 2: We will have someone deliver you so that you may pick yourlife back up...

Corran: Thank you.. Thank you very much....

*a few other agents walk in and help corr I mean Mr. Napedalan to a car waiting outside, which wisks him back to detroit and his old new life*

Agent 1: That wasn't as hard as I thought it was going to be...
Agent 2: Yeah, we didn't even have to use the serum and and the video's on him...
Agent 1: Put a watch on him 24/7 we can't let him get away....
Agent 2: yes sir....

New Thread!! New Thread!!!

Since yet again the LETI thread has gotten up over 50 pages.. I think its time to start a new thread.... the link fo it is.....

http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=8096990#post8096990

Go.. post be happy....

Striker you better post now!!!