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His Most Glorious Holiness, The Grand Emperor Jithalu of the Empire of Troutists, looked to the south from his Citadel at the border with Mentholyptus. Jithalu gazed across the border at the lush fields and clear water of the neighboring nation. Allowing a cautious smile to spread across his face, he thought of the days ahead, when all that would belong to him. Jithalu then looked down into the courtyard of his Citadel, at the rows upon rows upon rows of assembled Troutist soldiers. 500,000 troops were lined up, just a small fraction of the 44 million-man Imperial Army. Armed with the latest in battle technology, the soldiers were a fearsome sight to behold. Jithalu raised his voice, speaking into the microphone at his army:
"Sons of Troutists, I greet thee. Today, we stand poised to enter a new era for our glorious Empire. At long last, we shall assume our rightful place as lords of all Fististan. For too long, we have allowed the Mentholyptan vermin to grow and prosper, thriving only because we allowed them to do so. Now, their time of happiness is at an end: for today, O loyal patriots, today we shall rout the Mentholyptans and seize what is rightfully ours!!!!!"

A mighty roar came up from the soldiers, as their pent-up energy exploded in a frenzy. "Long live the Emperor! Long live the Empire!" they shouted in unison.

Jithalu motioned with a sweep of his arm towards the wall at the border, erected 5 years previously by the Mentholyptans in response to the beginning of the Empire's military buildup.
"Go, Sons of Troutists, go forth and conquer!!" shouted Jithalu at the troops.

They needed no further encouragement, and surged towards the wall...

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Back at the office of the First Citizen in Mentholypta, a report appeared on the Citizen's computer. Marked "Urgent-read immediately," it had just been sent from Outpost 971, on the Troutist border. The First Citizen opened the message, and his face grew pale. He saw the report of the Troutist invasion, read that the Imperial soldiers had overwhelmed the border guards at several points, breaching the barrier in three places. The First Citizen read that an estimated 377,000 Imperial troops now occupied his beloved nation...and the First Citizen laid his head down on his desk and wept. He knew that this meant war. Hands trembling, he reached for the hotline phone to the Imperial Palace in Troutists, only to jerk back his arm as it rang. He picked up
"What the hell is going on at my border! Why are your soldiers in my country?!" he shouted into the handset.

The voice of Jithalu came back across the line
"Vermin, you have only begun to feel my wrath. I declare war on your pitiful nation. May your power wither and die before my might."

The line went dead.

The Citizen then reached for the phone to BLARGistania, to President Hamion there. Immediately, the voice of his old friend greeted him.

"What's going on over there, sir?" asked Hamion

"We've just been invaded by Troutists. They came through the border wall to the north, and Jithalu just declared war. Hamion, I need your help. We can't fight them off without you."

OOC: That's the opening of the Civil War. BLARG, I'll let you do the next bit here, go ahead and answer my request for assistance.
Also, a notification for any others reading this thread: Troutists is my puppet nation. I'm trying an experiment here, going to war with myself. I hope it's interesting for you all.

"Dear god' murmered Hamion as the message came accross. Its begun, the Fistian civil war. Hamion knew it was bound to happen, there was just too much of an ideological difference between Troutists and Mentholyptus. Hamion had always managed to live in strained relations with Pathological Exiles, his closest psychotic dicatatorship. Hamion thought that maybe he should reinforce the border with Path Ex, just in case they decided to attack as well. Hamion issued an emergency order to all branches of the military.

Mobilize all possible forces, call up reserves as well. We have a serious situation on our hands, Troutists has invaded Mentholyptus. We must come to the aid of our bretheren.

The message was brief, but conveyed the message: Get moving.

Roughly 5 hours after Hamion's message, a general alert went out to all armed service personell. The 10,000 soldiers stationed on high alert immediatly loaded up and began to drive in a convoy towards the capital city of Mentholyptus. The towed with them mobile artillery and SAM trucks as well as the supplies theu deemed necessary for street-to-street defence.

Offshore, the 2nd Navy turned its blunt bows Northward and began to steam towards the Troutist sea, attempting to divert Troutist forces away from Mentholyptus. Through a series of defensive maneuvers and threatening positions, the armed forces of Blargistania that had already been dispatched hoped simply to buy more time so that the bulk of the remaining army could mobilize and issue forth to stop the tide of the psycotic forces.

Hamion stood to address the assembled crowd in Leon Square. The crowd numbered at least in the millions, and there were countless more million listening in radio and TV. Today, they knew, their nation would be plunged into the civil war that was engulfing Fististan.

People of Blargistania, hear my plea to you on this day. We have been plunged into a civil war, a war we did not want, a war we did not ask for. Two days ago, Troutists invaded Mentholyptus. We recieved a call within hours and dispatched initial defence forces. Today, the brunt of our military forces has been prepared to come to the aid of our ancient allies. Today, we fight for the freedom of our people, today, we fight for justice, today, we fight for the future of Fististan. This is much bigger than you, or me, this is much bigger than an isolated conflict. This is a full out civil war, and it will engulf us. So, today, we must stand ready lest be swept aside by the storm.

The crowd burst into roars of approval, Hamion waved them down with his hands before continuing.

We must ask each other this: Do we truly want to be free, or do we want to fall under the rule of the facists and overlords of our spartan neighbors. The military has been prepared, but yet we face the challenge of declaring formal war. As a peaceful nation, this is always a hard choice for us to undertake. However, I believe that in this time of crises, we have no choice. War is at our doorstep and we must answer. The time has come, and it is our choice. We decide now!

Once again, the crowd erupted into screams if enthuasim. There were the dissenters, the people screaming out in protest, but the vast majority of the people screamed approval, whishing to teach the fascists a lesson. That very afternoon, in an emergency session of the people's congress, a resolution was passed. It granted the President the powers of Commander-in-Chief and formally declared war on Troutists. The Blargistanian army began to load up the troop transports and move northward towards the expanding conflict.

When the reports came in of a Troutist assault force surging towards the southern city of Benetik, General Bronstein knew he had a real situation on his hands. The Troutists were mere hours away from this, a large city of 5 million. The city had only token defensive measures, being near enough to the border wall to be safely out of the way of a conventional attack. Mere days earlier, the citizens of Benetik had been enjoying their peaceful lives. Now, columns of troops under Bronstein's command rushed throughout the city, setting up defense positions and forward outposts. Bronstein was driving along the perimeter of the city in a Centurion-class light assault vehicle, barreling along at well over 160kph towards the temporary command post. When he arrived, he vaulted out the door of the Centurion, sprinting to the Ops Center. There, he encountered Lieutenant Kelley, the woman who was coordinating the defense efforts.
"Report, Lieutenant" he stated

"We've got sandbagged machine gun emplacements spaced every mile around the perimeter, and we're just now setting up some light artillery in the hills around here. We should be just about finished in three hours, at 1800, after we get some SAMs and AA guns into position."

"Good. What's the ETA of that M2A8 division out of Vulcan?"

"Looks like they'll arrive between 2015 and 2020."

"Well, we can't wait arround. At current speed, the first Troutist assault tanks will roll through at 1905, with APCs at 1945. You're going to need to hold them off for a little more than an hour."

"Damnit!" Kelley scowled, but recovered quickly "Alright. We can handle them. Whats the status of our air support?"

"You'll have three squads of F-22Es and two of UH-70s by 1930. They're just prepping for launch from Alpha Blue now." Alpha Blue was near the west coast, about 6000 klicks from Benetik. It was the nearest airbase with spare forces, all the rest were tied up engaging the Troutists at the border, slowing them down and trying to turn back the relentless tide of invaders.

"Fine. I can handle that."

"Good to hear, soldier. Now, I was thinking about setting up a line of Centurions in the southwest..." The General and Lieutenant continued their discussion. A short distance away, the Troutists were closing in...

Commander Himala sped towards the city of Benetik, in the center of a formation of Troutist A114 "Dragon" assault tanks. He rode not in a tank, but in an S297 "Manticore" scout craft. The vehicle was capable of well over 100 kph, but kept pace at 70 with the slower tanks. They were only 10 minutes out from Benetik, and expected to get within firing range in roughly 5. Himala was watching his radar, picking up the pinging of active sensors. He knew that the Mentholyptans would be racing to establish a defense in time to hold them off. He also knew that they would be too late...

The Troutist tanks became visible on the horizon first as just a speck, then rapidly growing into a mass of armored machines. The first to spot them was a young Private, observing from one of the tall buildings in Benetik. He closed his eyes once, and when he saw the tanks again upon opening them, he sounded the alarm. Immediately, the soldiers below scrambled into action, jumping into any vehicle they could find, grabbing weapons off of tables, benches, wherever they were. Some jumped to the AA guns and SAMs, others ran to the machine-gun nests and artillery emplacements. The last soldiers clambered into position just as the tanks opened fire on an recently-abandoned power station outside the military perimeter. Explosions were seen, their thunderous noise rippling across the field to the city. As the tanks drew within a mile of the defense perimeter, the artillery hidden in the hills opened fire on them. General Bronstein, who was in the command trailer watching several video feeds, smiled when he saw the tanks wheeling about, trying to determine the source of the rain of shells that was quickly eating away at their ranks. One of the video feeds erupted into static. Bronstein scowled.
The artillery survived only for another minute or two. All told, they had managed to render 12 Troutist vehicles inoperable, leaving only...72. Outside the command trailer, the soldiers braced for combat. Some offered up quick prayers to the Pink Pony, others rubbed good-luck charms. Most just closed their eyes and waited. Then, the Troutists rolled within range of the first few cannon, and there was no more time for contemplation. The cannon opened fire, roaring as they flung shell after shell into the dense tank formation. Many tanks were hulled immediately, others were blown off track and rolled over, but most simply kept moving. 8 tanks had been stalled by the cannon.
Next, the machine-gun nests opened fire, unable to do much but distract the Troutists and occasionally blowing holes in a hapless Troutist soldier who stuck his head out the top portal. A few scored lucky shots, managing to puncture a tread mechanism or pour lead into a turret servo.
The tanks rolled on mostly unabated, with 57 surviving to crush through the sandbag perimeter and enter the city proper. Once inside, they promptly began to demolish everything in sight. Post offices, apartment blocks, homes and workplaces, all were blown to rubble in the face of the Troutist onslaught. General Bronstein, who had jumped into his Centurion, was leading a charge of any soldier with a combat-ready vehicle to rout the Troutists, and take back the city. The ragtag force of 3 Centurions, 17 battered M1A4 Scorpions that had been stationed at the nearby garrison, 7 newly delivered M2A8s, and one UH-65 helicopter sped along the trail of destruction towards the Troutists. They got within range, and opened fire, taking 4 or 5 tanks by surprise. Soon, however, the Troutists noticed them, and 52 very large guns swiveled to stare down the makeshift armored column. The two sides exchanged fire briefly, and the Mentholyptans managed an astonishing 1.5-1 kill ration, eliminating 42 of the Troutists before succumbing to their fire (with the exception of the UH-65, which continued to chip away at the tanks). Bronstein had managed to escape at the end of the fight, gunning his Centurion and flying down the city's streets. He reached the city's exterior, and began heading in the direction of Vulcan Base, about two hours drive away. He knew all was lost in Benetik, and that when the air support and division of M2A8s arrived, all they would be able to do would be to wipe out the rest of the Troutist tanks, and begin to eradicate the APCs that were arriving now. On his way out, in sheer anger, Bronstein wheeled about to the APCs, using his laser to cut down rows of Troutist infantry and destroy their vehicles. However, they soon turned to face him, and, knowing he couldn't survive a full assault, he departed.

Total losses that day totaled: 27 Mentholyptan vehicles (of the description found above). 13,247 Mentholyptan soldiers dead, 23,912 wounded. 4 light artillery emplacements. 18 M2A8 tanks, 8F-22Es lost to Troutist tanks and ground forces.
Troutist losses (I can post, it's my puppet): 64 A114 Dragons, 1S297 Manticore, 11,980 infantry dead, 15,704 wounded.

Squornshelous pledges aid to Mentholyptus, seeing that they have been unjustly invaded, we will send our 5th Expeditionary force, which consists of 78000 Squornshelan Marines, who are armed with weapons such as pulse rifles, hovertanks and other future-tech equipment. (is it okay to use future-tech here) We request permission to deploy in Mentholyptus.

I think this was supposed to be a closed RP between fistian nations, but you can still ask, mentho might be up to it.

I think this was supposed to be a closed RP between fistian nations, but you can still ask, mentho might be up to it.

oh, sorry. I didn't know.

If you want to have a closed RP you should say so in the topic to avoid confusion.

mentho forgot to add that in. take it up with him.

It's cool with me if you participate, just keep in mind that Troutists is my puppet. This is a bit of an experiment, having a war between nations controlled by one person, but I'm interested to see how it turns out. BLARG was going to bring in his puppet at some point too, and you're welcome to do the same with any puppets you may have. Future tech is cool, keep most of it planetary: I just don't want to deal with huge complex space battles. Sorry about the long explanation, but feel free to join in however you wish.


IC: The People's Senate and Mentholyptan Defense Force welcome your contribution, Squornshelous. Please deliver your troops however you wish, being careful to do so towards the north end of Mentholyptus: the south is crawling with Troutists, and we don't want you to lose troops deploying into a war zone. Again, our sincere thanks.

Emperor Jithalu looked out at the large command display deep within his fortress somewhere in Troutists. He saw that his men now occupied the southern quarter of Mentholyptus, and were making inroads towards the west. The contested city of Benetik, at the edge of the Troutist front, was highlighted. It had been captured, but a large support force from the Mentholptan Fort Vulcan and Alpha Blue Base had devastated the occupation forces, leaving few surviving. Unless it was reinforced soon, the city would fall to Mentholyptans. Scowling, Jithalu dispatched a battalion of mechanized infantry to the city. They would arrive there within 4 days. Hopefully, that would be fast enough to ward off the inevitable Mentholyptan counterattack.
Jithalu received a report from one of his aides: a scout had spotted the M2A8 division heading in the direction of one of the Troutist forward bases, containing several thousand troops, as well as a division of A114s and two squads of the brand new F-119 Griffin fighter-bombers. The scout report was two days old, and Jithalu immediately hailed the base on SatLink. He received a garbled image of the base's commander, a Sergeant Kitra. Kitra was speaking quickly, and the sound was scrambled and staticky. Jithalu could hear "help...quickly...pinned...tanks...caught us...surprise. All...iffin...on...gr- The transmission cut off, but not before Jithalu heard the reports of gunfire and several explosions in the background. He sat back in his chair, a look of pure fury on his face. Emperor Jithalu turned back to the console, and raised the offices of the Pathological Exiles Overlordship...

OOC: BLARG, please pick up with Path Ex. Let's take this to the next level. Thanks.

The intial column of Blargistanian relief forces arrived within the city of Senshgal, in the middle south of Mentholyptus. They immediatly began to set up defensive permiters consisting of the light artillery towed by the 20-ton trucks and the tanks. General Sergi Relenov began to distribute arms to the local civilian popualce who would take them up. He also ordered the Marines to begin construction of the emplacements that would be required for defense when it came down to house-to-house fighting. Most of his soldiers were equppied with laser-guided Law-88s which could take out most armored craft. Relenov sent his armor into the open land around the city to act as scouts, with Humvee Support. Relenov knew his duty was to protect this city but he was not optimistic, he knew that the Troutists would be upon him soon and he didn't have enough fire power to defeat them. Relenoc knew his sacrifice was but a stalling move, the real shock would come when the columns carrying the millions of Blargistanian troops began to arrive. In the meantime, he would sit back and wait. Perhaps he could even stall them long enough to live.

Overlord of the Dominion, Rajek Kilmtosu, read the transmission with slitted eyes. He was a powerful man of forty or so. Hot tempered and domineering. Kilmtosu had noted several days ago the stregthning of defenses along the Blargistanian/Pathological Exiles border. He had heard the initial reports of the war in the North. He had seen the reports of the capture of the city and the subsequent counter-attack by the mentholyptians. The balance of war now stood before him. Kilmtosu was not a patient man though, and he sure as hell didn't place a high value on the lives of his people. On the other hand, he did command a large military, and a well equipped one at that. Kilmtosu called his army commanders together within the large well appointed conference room.

"We have a situation that needs to be remedied. War, as many of you know, has broken out in the North. We have been hailed by the leader of Troutists who has asked for our aid in this conflict. We cannot provide immediate military aid in the conquest of Mentholyptus because of the blockade of Blargistania to our immediate North. What we can do however, is invade the repuslive nation of Blargistania. We can distract their army away from the conflict within Mentholyptus by invading them from the south, Should we do this, we can start a two-front war. Bismark's nightmare ladies and gentlemen, Bismark's nightmare. That's what we want. Tonight marks the shift within our nation. I would say tonight we go to war."

The men and women around the conference table nodded in agreement. Pathological Exiles was to go to war.

OOC: I'll post more tomorrow, I'm being yelled at to get off right now.

The main column of the Blargistanian 1st army rolled into the Mentholyptan capital city to reifnorce the already ample defenses of the Mentholyptan civil and military guard. Well over 500,000 troops complete with full battle armor and armored craft. The M1A1 main battle tanks began to take up defensive positions within the surrounding country, supported by the light Humvee escorts, APC Personnel carriers, and Anti-Air missile craft. Blargistanian troops then moved out and began to lace the roads with landmines and laser-trip bombs. Every precaution was taken by the armed forces to set up an elaborate defense of the city while making sure that the civilians were protected as much as they could be.

General Alexi Isanov was easily considered the most skilled tactician of his time. He had been known as commander in several strategic defeats of the insurgent facists as well as capitalists that had threatened Blargistania in the past. He had also defined several of the new starategies that were being implimented within the Blargistanian military as well as the rapid move in funding of the new military space program. His newest challenge was the defense of Mentholyptus from the enroaching armies of the North. The region wide was had yet to ingulf several of the other nations, but he thought it would spread.

Isanov began looking at the map of Mentholypta. It was built like an old European city, with lots of twisting avenues and small back roads. It was ideal for a hidden defence of the city. That could raise interesting possibilites, but Isanov doubted the Mentholyptians would want their city destroyed just to make defence a little easier. Isanov began to look to other possiblities: mobile defence of the city through armed retreat of the country, a fighting advance would be a possibility, but it would cost lives. Isanov smiled. Special Operations could lay some of the most intricate traps ever devised. It would be risky because they would need to be nearby the enemy camps, supply lines and main forces to pull it off, but it could work. Isanov sent out a wire to his camps.

I want to see the teams from delta, blue, gray, and redeemer. Meet in my command trailer at 2100, expect meeting to last until 2400, come fully prepared to operate and move out at a moments notice.

The troops recieved this command and began to gather their gear. Many were armed with the Xerrol Nightstinger sniper rifles. Other equipment was of the most diverse and odd types. EMP mines, rocket launchers, pulse-rifles, night-vision, infared goggles, grappling hooks, gernades, throwing knives, laser trip-mines, and even a portable rail-gun that had been specially made for the redeemer operatives.

As 2500 rolled around, the four teams of operatives moved out in their respective transport craft. All of them headed north, towards the shifting boundry of the Troutist occupied Mentholyptian territory.

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A Blargistanian border guard momentarily looked up from his screen where the local Bumwad game was being played. He scanned the radar screens, the motion detectors, and the wall pressure alerts, then he looked back to the TV screen. realisong something suddenly, he jerked his head back to the screens.

"Oh shit" He murmered. The screen had filled with small moving red dots. The guard hurridly ran over to the computer stations and ran pressure senors installed in the grund as well as the night-vision cameras mounted throughout the border. What he saw stunned him. at least 400 tanks and personnel carriers were rumbling through the barrier, where the transfer station had been destroyed covertly. The guard ran to the emergency phone, he called up the HQ and screamed "Tanks and carriers from Pathological Exiles, moving in to ground, count 400+, more arriving." The guard just bit off the last word before a rocket, launched from a KSR1 Cobra attack helecopter slammed into the tower, killing him instantly. But the message had been sent, all across the country, barracks were arming themselves and bases were going active, scanning for forces and putting up 24-hour patrols all around. The final step was the activation of the limited automated-defence systems that had been installed only a few years prior. Auto-cannons and missile launchers had been installed at strategic points throughout the country, but they were as yet untested. This was their chance to be proven and it was to be shown wether or not the automated defences could work.

The first ships full of Squornshelan troops have reached the Northern Mentholyptian port of (city). They began to organize on the outskirts of the area and waited for the ensuing arrivals, which have been staggered so as not to overrun the port with sheer numbers. All of the troops should have arrived within three days (by midnight NS time) And will proceed southward towards the front. At that time (sometime tomorrow) they will please be instructed at what point they will be being deployed. We would prefer to be deployed closer to the coast so that we can provide our own air cover from two carriers that are in the area of your nation. However, if you would prefer not to have our carriers in your territorial waters, we will be content to deploy anywhere along the battlefront.

Mentholyptus welcomes your troops, Squornshelous. The bravery that they show already, by willfully defending the liberty of the Mentholyptan people. The troops can certainly be deployed near the coast, if this is what you think best. We suggest they be deployed near the city of Cimmigri, northwest of Benetik. We're hoping to make an offensive and deny Benetik to the Troutists.

Rajek Kilmtosu looked gleefully at the reports filtering in. The 32nd armored had driven a deep push into the nation of Blargistania. The spearhead assualt was to open up a narrow front reinforced later by the broad front. If the intial spearhead could drive the Blargistanian forces back far enough and force them to focus an assualt, then the braod front could grind them into the dust. Kilmtosu picked up a report of planned troop movements. "No, no" he muttered to himself, "We want to move the offensive here."

Kilmtosu called up his military chiefs, telling them he required a meeting to discuse future military strategy for the continued invasion of Blargistania. Shortly thereafter, the chiefs arrived, save General Brendig who was out on the lines, moving forces where he thought they were needed.

Kilmtosu spoke up as the assmebled men took their seats. "I was reviewing the strategy that we laid out for the continuation of this war and I have decided the goal needs to be moved. Initally it was set up as a distraction to complete the Troutist domination of Mentholyptus, but now, I think we need to make our true move, we need to take all of Blargistania. It sits there like a clutch of eggs without a guardian. The main forces are in Mentholyptus, all that is left is the elite units, and small numbers at that as well as the reservist forces who don't go under full military training. We can take them without too much trouble."

"But my lord" General Amazz spoke up "you well know that Blargistania will respond by returning the military units they have abroad. Their military is much better outfitted than ours."

"By the time they can return their forces, we will be in control of half the nation."

"What of the energy traces we've been picking up lately?"

"They are nothing, proceed with the new plan. I want a forced march to the capital, we do not rest until we arrive."

"Yes sir."

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Far away from Kimltosu's citadel, General Brendig was out in a command car, driving in the midst of the advancing main column. He had shattered the border city of Chezzol, leaving it a smoking ruin devoid of inhabitants. The people had run into the country, but that was okay, the following infantry would find them and eradicate them. Brendig wore a smug expression as he cruised Northward, towards the next target city.

A small light began to blink on his screen as the car drove forward. Brendig punched it and a brief write-up flowed across. "What they hell?" Brendig said "He wants to take the nation!" Brendig called up his unit commanders and relayed the new orders. "Turn North by North West, we have a new object, forced march double pace it. "

"Yes sir." The various leaders called back in. The column began a slow ponderous course adjustment that would intercept them with the capital city of Blargtopia (might change soon). The column moved on at a statly pace, moving through some country road. Alomst without warning rockets flew into the column from both sides. 7 tanks were hit and incapacitated as even more rockets flew in. Amid the inital chaos, Brendig ordered several advance units to move in and silence the rockets. Apparently the Blargistanians were better preapred than he had thought. Humvee's roard off into the woods and soon machine gun fire was heard from the direction they had gone. Soon, all fire ceased. The Humvee's came back towards the column and the leader radioed in. "Small contingent of insurgents, armed from the local weapons depot. Found a BLARG special op dead with them, apparently, he had led the assualt."

"Well, they are no more" Brendig said. "Keep scouts out to the side in case there are more. Tell the tanks that were damaged to remain behind and suit up with the main attack force. They will catch up with the others. The rest of the column will move forward."

The column steamed forward again, continuing almost unabaited. The 17 tanks that had been damaged by the rockets were left alone, with the crews trying desperatly to repair the damage before more enemies showed up. A half hour later, with desperate repairs still taking place, shadows began to move across the plains towards the stranded tanks. . .


LOSSES: Blargistanis forces : 100 Guerrilas, 2 special ops trainers. 12,000 civilians (city pop) 170,000 Missing civilians.

Path EX: 17 tanks destroyed or incapacitated. 5 Humvees 27 troops.

*In Mentholypta, at the People's Senate building*

The Senators murmured and passed rumors back and forth as they settled into their seats. No one knew why this special session of the Senate had been called, only that the First Citizen had called it. Seeing as it was 2 AM, the Senators were rather angry, and mentioned several times that there "Damn well better be a good reason for this."

The Senate came to order, and the First Citizen took the podium.

"Representatives of the Mentholyptan people-I come before you today to humbly ask the People's approval for a military action: one that could help turn the tide of war in our favor. This action was taken in our last great conflict, that with the rogue state of Diminix, and was employed to great effect."

At this point, some Senators exchanged knowing glances: they had been fully briefed on the operations in Diminix, and it was those operations that led to an ordinance requiring Senate approval for the use of such military resources again.

"As you all know, we have been invaded by our belligerent neighbors, the Troutists. This action is being courageously resisted, but we are a peace-loving nation, and we may not be able to repel the bellicose Troutist Army for much longer. This is why I come before you to ask your permission...for the deployment of the Nemesis Force."

At this point, the Senate erupted into chaos. Members began yelling aloud to eachother, the First Citizen, and some apparently to themselves. It took some time for order to be restored. Finally, the Senators calmed down.

"The decision to deploy Nemesis must be ratified by a three-quarters supermajority of the Senate. I ask you now to allow us to use Nemesis. It may be our only hope. Please vote now."

The Senators began to punch the voting buttons at their terminals. Some voted immediately, others were rather reluctant. The final tally appeared on a screen at the head of the chamber after a few minutes. The count was 453 in favor, and 47 against. Nemesis was to be deployed.
Seeing the tally, the First Citizen again addressed the chamber: "Thank you, Senators for your support. Hopefully, we now have a fighting chance against the Troutists. Nemesis will be deployed...actually, that time is classified. Suffice to say, they will be operating by beginning of next week. That is all."
With that, the First Citizen departed, heading for Strategic Ops to coordinate the deployment. The Senators filed out, heading for their homes...

The Squornshelan Marine Force has arrived and etablished itsself in and around Cimmigri and is preparing to make an offensive toward Troutist lines. Air Superiority fighters from the carriers Harbinger and Kakrafoon are running constant CAP missions and bombers from the ships will doubtless support the attack. The timing of the attack has not been shared with anyone outside the Squornshelan force yet, but Mentholyptian military Authorities will be notified within 10 hours of its commencing.

(please let me know what kind of opposition I should expect, numbers and types of Troutist troops, etc.)

Night had fallen fully by the time Commander Dark and her troops were in place. They had seen the rocket attack from the distance and knew there would be work to do. Commander Dark had been within the country on training operations to build the skills of her team. She did not know that BLARGistania had been invadedm but it was now clear enough.

"Those are Path Ex tanks!" Exclaimed one of her team members, Gent.

Dark made a silencing move and gave the fan out command. Her team moved out around the tanks and began to close their net. Dark made the silent double click across the comm system to her team. Almost simotaniously, 12 men and women popped up from out of the shadows and starngled the crews of four of the tanks with garroting wires. They moved silently from their victims, sliding up to the next set of tanks. The tank personnel had been trying to raise their buddies. They popped out of the tanks and looked around for enemies. Five of the tank personnel were grabbed out of the hatches and killed, the other whipped out guns and began to fire randonly into the air. Dark's team melted away from the scene, retreating into the woods. Using callsigns, Dark called out

"Eyes, how many?"

"four, maybe five visible, several more within the tanks."

"Sticks, take them"

Sticks, a somewhat lanky man pulled out his XKB light .50 sniper rifles. Using the infared targeting scope, he found his marks. Five shots later, there were five less Path Ex crewmen. Dark ordered 2 of her team members in to take out the rest of the crews. They dropped flashbangs into the tanks and jumped in, eliminating the remaining crewmen. Dark looked at the 17 tanks now under her control. She looked at her team.

"Suit, up, we're going for a ride."

"They filled up 10 of the tanks began to repair them, scrounging from other tanks.

OOC: Sorry for taking so long, forums have been crawling. Squorn, I expect to run the attack by the end of the week. If you feel like doing it sooner, go ahead, I'll RP Mentho and Trout accordingly.

IC: The First Citizen arrived at Strategic Ops, and was immediately greeted by one of General Kerensky's aides. The aide spoke "we just got the news about deployment, sir. What are your instructions with regard to location and time?"

The First Citizen responded: "That's for Kerensky to hear only, I'm afraid. Please get me a connection to him."

"Of course. Right away."

A nearby terminal flickered to life. Seeing the First Citizen sitting down at it, the rest of the staff cleared away.

"Kerensky here. Oh, hello, First Citizen."

"Hello, General Kerensky. I assume you know you're going on deployment?"

"Yes. We were just informed, though we've been on alert for the past two days."

"Alright. Here's what I need: Nemesis needs to be in a major Troutist city by 0600 tomorrow. Pick your own target, find whatever works best for your goals. Don't communicate it over this link: I don't know how secure it is."

"Right, sir. What, exactly, are our goals once we get there?"

The First Citizen smiled
"Why, General Kerensky, you are to raise as much hell as humanly possible. If you can collapse their war machine within a month, drinks for the entire squad are on me."

The General chuckled a little.

"Better go find a bar with some great specials, First Citizen. I'll get right on it."

"Thank you. Strategic Ops out."

At 0200 that morning, two AT-115 attack transports streaked out of Alpha Blue, headed south. On board: The Nemesis squad, 128 of Mentholyptus' finest soldiers, commandos, and professional revolutionaries. They were ready to do some damage.

Hamion read the memo that had been sent over the private line to his office. Nemisis has been deployed. begin operations.

Hamion sighed. It would be time to use Shadow again, the second time in a short while. Hamion did not like to use Shadow, but if it was necessary, it would be used. Although, with the new developments to his south, Hamion would have to redirect it's mission into a primary action within Pathological Exiles. Hamion went to his desk within his office and pressed a small blue button. The screen popped up on his desk, providing an immediate connection to pilot's room. Pilot appeared on the screen.

"Yes" pilot rasped.

"I have a mission for you. I want you to infiltrate the city of Violenciagrad and take whatever oppertune moment to eliminate the political and military leadership of Pathological Exiles."

"Done, I will depart within the hour."

"Thank you pilot, enjoy your vacation"

Pilot gave a hissing laugh and switched off the screen.

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Away in Mentholyptus, Redeemer squadron got the green light to begin operations. The squad members, 24 of them, moved outside of the safe house and into the controlled zone of Benetik. The city had been reinforced since the Mentholyptian counter-attack, but there were still a lot of holes within the security. The operatrives moved about the city, setting up EMP mines along likely tank routes and moving laser trip wires along smaller back-ally infantry routes. One operative found an encampment of enemy troops. Moving cautiously, he neared the pre-fab tents that they had set up and snuck around them. Moving quietly, he placed loose gernades within the wires of the tent and buried them. If the Troutists forces struck camp the next morning, several explosions would greet them.

Within the city, the operatives set up sniper posts and blow-up points. These posts would greet the incoming forces with suprises upon their entrance into the city and their move through it. The 24 operatives had set up 12 two-man "checkpoints" that would lay down fire, make sure the forces followed the routes that would lead them to traps, and then retreat to a gathe point outside of the city for removal. The teams from delta, blue, and gray would them move into the city and, in the insuing chaos, wreak even move havoc among the invaders with rockets and snipers.

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Commander Dark got her troops moving the now operational tanks up behind the trail of the invading forces. It had been at least six hours after the invading tank train had left, but Dark knew they would stop overnight so the troops could be refreshed. She drove her team throughout the night, and, as dawn appeared on the horizon, she came upon the just moving line of tanks. The remaining 383 tanks had obvuiosly run into the automated rocket-launchers. Their numbers had been reduced down to just over 100 tanks and support craft. Dark wondered how well the defensive turrets had stood up. It didn't matter now. She looked to the tank's ID number and called in.

"This is tank A17-36254A8D, reporting in. We have completed repairs and are ready for operations."

"This is General Brendig, welcome back, where are the others?"

"We were attacked by another small force of insurgents, they killed several of the other crews. We killed them all, but had to destroy the leftover tanks so they could not fall into enemy hands."

"Form up at the rear of the column, we move to the city of Langti today."

"Yes sir."

Dark smiled and ordered her troops to form up within the tank column. It would soon be time to kill a few more Pathological Exile's troops. On a secure channel, she called into HQ.

"I've got the main column on route to Langti, numbers reduced to a little over a hundred. If helicopter gunships come in, I can mark my men, then we can team against the tanks and potentially eliminate them."

Dark turned off the communicator and began to drive.

Pilot landed his craft amongst the wreckage of the border town Lander's Point. This was a small town on the Pathological Exiles's side of the border that had been the target of a Blargistani missile strike early on within the counter-strike. Pilot unhooked himself from the craft and popped out of the cockpit. His boots crunched on the scattered gravel and broken glass strewn about the street. Pilot looked around into the deserted and destroyed buildings that surrounded him. He grimmaced slightly, then moved to the side of the ship. Pilot pulled out his sniper rifle and the drone and wandered off to find the Path Ex forward command stations.

Moving through a destroyed house, Pilot stopped and squinted out a window. There was a moving form out there, someone crawling along the street, looking about to die. Pilot opened the probe and sent it out, the small camera zooming in on the crawling form. As pilot watched, the figure collapsed, just as the probe was closing in. Pilot saw the figure was a woman, clad in a torn and tattered military uniform, one of the elite divisions of the Path Ex military. Even though Pilot should have killed her on the spot, he didn't. Pilot walked out and knelt over the woman. She was still alive, but barely. Pilot picked her up and cradled her to his body. He carried her over to the house he had been in and pulled out his first aid kit. Pilot patched up her wounds and set an IV into her arm, dripping water and pain killer into her body. Pilot then covered her with a blanket, packed up his things and left.

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Blargistani military forces were hurridly setting up defensive positions around the city of Langti. They had seen the radar reports coming in of a much reduced, yet still powerful Path Ex strike force moving in on the city. Machine gun nests and Artillery cannons were placed within the surrounding hills, aimed towards the south where the tanks were closing in. As the units began to get into postion, an early attack that the satillites had not picked up came in. 32 strike fighter, Shrike 47s, raored overhead and began to launch missiles. 57 missiles flew into the city, detonating around the industrial centers. Seconds later, emergency sirens began to go off and emergency units respond. The deployed forces could only look on in dismay as the fighters roared away, safe from counter-attack and, for the moment, victorious. It was to be a short lived reflection however because only a half hour later, the call came in.

"Tanks sighted, tanks sighted, open fire."

The artillery came to life, lobbing high-explosive shells miles away, hoping to put a dent within the Path Ex column before it came to close. The barrages only went on for a few minutes however, before answering shots came ringing back, slamming in amongst the Blargistani forces.

*moving back in time a little bit*

General Frezni, commander of the X corps, 8th army, and 3rd Mechanized of Pathological Exiles glanced around at the swarm of activity occuring within Lander's Point. His forces ahd set up a forward base to push a second thrust into Blargistani territory. Now that he had heard the reports of the destruction of the Automated defesnse systems, Frezni was ready to commence his assualt. He had ordered all units to suit up and prepare for an attack. That was before he had gotten new orders from HQ. An elite unit, known as Task Force-1 was being sent to him. He was to allow them to begin forward operations within Blargistania, waiting 24 hours after their deployment to begin his assualt. Frezni sneered at these orders, but he had to follow them, lest he lose his command or his life.

So, Frezni waited. Three days later, Task Force-1 showed up. It was a small group, about 50 or so, mounted on motorcycles and looking very dangerous. The group halted within the camp and their leader disnounted. Frezni was shocked to see it was a woman, what was a woman doing in command of an elite force? Frezni was forced to put his own gender bias aside quickly however, for the woman marched straight up to him.

"Special Operations Officer Rodreguiz reporting. We will launch ourselves within a day."

Frezni looked at her opened mouthed for a second before repolying "Of course, I have my orders, you launch, we wait 24 hours them commence our attack. The sooner we can launch against those infidels, the better"

"Yes. I will need quarters for the night. We have many things to prepare and a short time to do it in."

"Certainly, if you'll just follow me over here, I believe there are several open tents that you can make use of."

Rodreguiz motioned to her troops, they all dismounted and headed over to the direction the general had indictaed.

Several hours later, the special forces troops were sorting out gear and ammo in preperation for their infiltration of Blargistania. As they were diviing up food, the rushed call came across the camp.

"ROCKET ATTACK!!!!"

Seconds later, rockets, fired from Blargistania, began to impact around the camp and the city, slamming into buildings, cars, and people. Rockets rained upon the unsuspecting military, obliterating men and equipment with equal ease. General Frezni hopped into his cammand car and began to dive. The cra made it to the gates before a rocket slammed into it, disentigrating the car instantly. Man were running about, trying to put out fires and save friends, but it was useless. A half hour later, the city was a pile of rubble and the potential invading force had been obliterated.

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Rodreguiz crawled out of a pile of rubble and began inching her way across the broken ground.

*enter pilot*

At 0443, General Kerensky and his troops stepped out of the AT-115s...and into 27,700 meters of empty air. Many had grumbled earlier about the high altitude of the paradrop, and continued to complain even as they fell. Below them was dark water, less than two klicks away were the bright lights of Glory Point, Troutists' biggest seaport. At 5,000 meters, drag chutes opened, and the descending troops relaxed in their P-suits. At 2,000 meters, main canopies billowed out, slowing the troops until they slipped silently into the calm waters of the bay. Ditching the chutes, they hooked up breathing apparatuses (apparati?), and began swimming towards the docks.

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At Troutist Air Command, General Herrix was startled by a very excited private bearing a satellite intel report. Two very large contacts had been spotted leaving Troutist airspace at extreme altitudes. The preliminary analysis was that they had entered earlier that morning, and turned around off of Glory Point. Obviously, they were Mentholyptans, and speculations about the cargo of the planes ran the gamut from secret diplomatic agents preparing a surrender to strange new technology developed with the sole purpose of killing the city's residents. Herrix ignored most of these theories, but focused on one: one man from Intel had found striking similarities between this event and the delivery of a Mentholyptan special operations squad to Diminix several months previously. The General began to consider this very carefully, and decided to make a call to Vengeance Base, outside Glory Point. He informed them that he had some preliminary intel that pointed to the possibility of a Mentholyptan special ops squad having been delivered in their area, and alerted Vengeance Base to be on the lookout for suspicious activity in the city. Herrix hoped that Vengeance took his warning to heart: he had seen the news coverage of the revolts in Diminix, and knew that the same could happen here.

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OOC: I am far too lazy to RP anything serious tonight: I've got 2 AP tests coming up and several other things to study for. Hopefully, I can get more done on Saturday. Thanks to everyone for bearing with the slow pace of my RPing.

OOC: Now that My AP US History test is over I can RP again.

Secret IC (to Mentholyptus): Having been on station long enough to become familiar with the area. Squornshelan forces wil begin their offensive. Our objective will be the destruction or capture of Veangence Base and the city of Glory Point.
(it's meant to pull Troutist forces away from the city itsself, if I wouldn't have known about the airborne attack consider it a coincidence.)

The preliminary advance group for the Squornshelan attack, consisting of 3000 men, has moved out and the main attack group is leaving their bases. This group contains 40,000 infantry along with 1500 tanks and 2000 other vehicles. They are preceded by 3 squadrons (36 planes) of MiG-33 carrier based fighter-bombers attempting to knock out any military fortifications.

The MiG's, termed Delta Flight are now approaching the Troutists border. Major Vince Anderson, the commander of the air forces currently aloft is giving his final orders.

Delta Lead to Delta Flight; break by flights and attack individual targets maintain radio silence from this point until first target is hit. After that, heads up for bogeys and call for help when you need it.

The planes broke up into groups or four each and split up, searching with night vision sights for anything of significance on the ground, while flying only 209-30 meters above it themselves.

Meanwhile, at 25000 feet, two EW-5 ECM planes waited ten seconds after the radio message before enabling their powerful jammers, instantly scrambling any radars operating in the area. The Troutists would know they were coming, but hopefully, not react in time.

:: double post ::

I'll post at a later date, I've had the internet removed (bastards)