NationStates Jolt Archive


War on a troublesome threat...

19-03-2004, 03:29
OOC: for all of you who are randomly choosing links to go to (i respect you, for i do the same thing) i must ask you to not join this war it is between a few nations of mine and a nation of an enemy.

IC: As the tanks roll onto the streets of a small town somewhere on the outskirts of the Nation, they are followed closely by a number of scouts (ghosts from "Halo: Combat Evolved") all the while Katt class II fighters and Katt class IV bombers cirle above. The flagship, a massive vessle which moves (as its name suggests) very fast. The Triple Esspresso, which James P. Katt (General) controls from his well filled office high up on the ship. There are a great number of troop transports (most of them borrowed) with a huge infantry army aboard them. It is unclear as to how many there are, but the line seems to never end. The small city is to be their main base of action.

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"General, we have confirmation from the city that some of the villagers have escaped from the borders we have established and have moved on to notify their leader of our presence, your orders?"

James turns around, his medium length black hair pulled tightly back, and his pale complexion framed on an all black suit. On his full lenth coat, there is a ruby Pi symbol pin that gleams in the faint light.

"Well, my orders are, set up a defensive perimeter, send the scouts out and have the fighters patroll the skies, no one gets in, no one gets out.....Do you understand?"

"Yes sir i do, but what about th-"

"NO ONE, gets out corperal, NO ONE"

"Ay Sir, and what of Prongs?"

"I'm certain he will be on his way verrry shortly, after all, he promised." a smile coming across his face, which quickly fades, "Now, bring me a triple esspresso, dry"

*opera music*

*****


Yours,

James P. Katt
General
19-03-2004, 04:42
Prongs sits idley in his chair aboard the BC Flaming sword (simply known as "smiter") clutching his head...
"Sir, we've enterd their air spa--"
"Shhhhh...not so loud...my head is pounding..."
"We will begin the landing procedures immediatly.."
"yes good.....now leave"
Outside 30 more battle crusiers sit silently in mid air with 1000 or so pheonix class escort ships...each not so distinct as the flaming sword with is 80 ft long buster cannon protruding from the front....but each one was unloading payloads of bombs and dropships out ther cargo holds...the noise was immense...one could only imagine the noise below in the city...as each dropship landed troops piled out and mechs rush out to recoiter and destroy any possible threats...ghosts too slipped out...undetactiblr ghosts....silent and deadly ghosts completly invisible to human and machine...

~Prongs
"Indeed the moment has come...and my tea has not!"
Pheonix 1
20-03-2004, 05:02
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Rioki
20-03-2004, 05:31
OOC: Well that's messed...the previous post was by Rioki not Pheonix 1...how the heck did that happen?
21-03-2004, 19:40
The average but influencial nation of the Mullet men request that all troops be removed from the area, or they will be forced to send in their own troops. Be under no misapprehension this nation will fight with numbers and allies if that is what I am forced to do.

Gentlemen, reconsider your position wisely.

Mullet men.
22-03-2004, 04:17
To the delegates of Mullet Men,

alright, i must be forced to decline your offer as i am the same person from Ultimate Liberals and Reformed Norway, (where most of the armaments came from) and i cannot pull out....

Yours,

James
Pheonix 1
22-03-2004, 05:02
wait a minuite wtf are you to order me around! i dont know you give me some reasons to with draw and i may consider it...

~Prongs
22-03-2004, 18:17
What a dissapointing waste of my time. If you are the same nation then why did you ask for help in Alcatraz? Time waster, it's the kind of annoying thing I'd expect a noOb to do. Pathetic.
22-03-2004, 18:19
What a dissapointing waste of my time. If you are the same nation then why did you ask for help in Alcatraz? Time waster, it's the kind of annoying thing I'd expect a noOb to do. Pathetic.