NationStates Jolt Archive

Nicholas Caratan stepped to the podium to millions of cheering voices. "Ladies and gentlemen if you please," he motioned for quiet. "Today is a glorious day for the people of Layarteb, Dnalkrad, and South Eastern Virginia. This morning, the Emperor and his secret police, fled from his country. It is no longer his. It is ours! This shall no longer be known as an Empire and no longer ruled by an Emperor. We shall draft a constitution and elect a President. It is in unanimous agreement that I serve as the de facto President until elections can be held in exactly one year. The Democratic Republic of Layarteb, as it shall be known will undergo many advances in the next decade and those to come.

"Immediate action of now will result in the withdrawal of the New York Regional Defense Treaty. I will also withdraw us from the October Alliance as well. In addition, I would like to declare this to the world. Layarteb will hereby undergo a complete destruction of all its weapons of mass destruction to begin in approximately five years and take fifty to complete. We have currently, in our stocks, forty-three thousand nine hundred tons of biological agents, two million tons of chemical agents, and ninety one thousand, five hundred and eighty-one nuclear warheads with a total yield of seven hundred, thirty-five thousand, two hundred and forty-three point fifty-three megatons. These will all be removed inside of fifty-five years.

"The Democratic Republic of Layarteb will also cut our military spending and remove all required service. We will be a democracy ladies and gentlemen and we will be respectable in the world again. Please no questions and let today be the newest day in the oldest land of all. Ladies and gentlemen, I thank you all and you are all hereby free!" The uproar continued another hour at least, screaming, chanting, clapping, etc.

An aide rushed into the Premier's office, handing him a lengthy report...

"Sir, its urgent..."

"What is it?" He angrily said as he snatched the papers from the aide's hand...

"Trouble in Layarteb, sir. Uh, you better read..."

The Premier read the first page... "Shit... " He read some more... "Withdrawing from the October Alliance... But..." He sighed... Letting the report tumble to his desk... He swiveled around in his chair to meet the face of the aide. "Get the minister of defense, foreign relations, and the prime minister."

"Yes sir..." he hurredly said as he rushed out the door...

The premier closed his eyes for a second and leaned back in his chair. The three men clambored into the room, each one had already heard the news. They all grabbed a chair, while the minister of defense closed and locked the door...

The premier glanced to each one... "What do you propose we do?"

The minister of foreign relations, Mr. Istiovsky quickly piped up, "Recognize the new government."

Dmitry Illianov, the prime minister, quickly retorted, "No, they're withdrawing from the OA, they clearly don't want relations with us. Besides, we were allied with the Emperor and the Empire of Layarteb, not the Democratic Republic of Layarteb."

"Why don't we assassinate him and all of his supporters?" the minister of defense said quietly...

Everyone looked to him... He shrugged... The premier spoke up, "Well, Dmitry's right... They're showing they don't want relations with us... And I'm almost tempted to go with Viktor's (Minister of Defense) proposal and assassinate the asshole." He glanced to Dmitry... "I want you to get ahold of the Emperor and tell him if he wants he can stay in the ARSB for the time being... Until we figure out what to do. Viktor, I want you to have a few of our SpetsNaz begin advanced training in the event we do have to assassinate him. Also, contact our resident OMON in Layarteb at our embassy, get him prepared. If anything, he'll be the one that does it. We'll just have to hope he doesn't kick out our diplomats. Because then we'll have to figure out some way into the country."

He looked to Alexi Istiovsky... "Get the public relations guy to send out a statement... Talk to Dmitry about what it should say... Dismissed, we can talk about this tommorow."

They nodded and left the room, leaving the Premier to think in the privacy of his office...

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Statement issued by the ARSB concerning the change of leadership in Layarteb:


The Armed Republic of Soviet Bloc has always had good relations with the Empire of Layarteb, and now after its regime change, hopes to continue those relations. The ARSB will officially recognize the new governing body of Layarteb, and will officially recognize it as the Democratic Republic of Layarteb.



The ARSB has also issued this statement concerning the former Emperor of Layarteb:

The ARSB, in an act of good faith towards the former leader of the EOL, will gladly accept the former emperor and his 'secret police' and provide them asylum in the nation.

Caratan looked at the statement. "Well it couldn't be any worse I mean at least they didn't declare full on military invasion on us. I doubt it'd matter because we still have the whole of the military with us. Perhaps we should reconsider our deductions, just in case. Issue a statement back with the usual rhetoric but emphasize that the Emperor is a criminal and will not be treated lightly. While we have no location for his current whereabouts we can be assured that they are NOT within Layarteb."

The aides left and Caratan looked out the window. The aftermath of the war was still lying around and work crews were cleaning that up. Now, more than ever, Layarteb was fragile. He was finessing the government, taking it easy. The constitution would be ready by the end of the week and then a newly formed Congress would vote on it. If approved, elections would be held within eight weeks, just enough time for potential candidates to release literature and campaign minimally. There wasn't time for lavish campaigns, it had to be done quickly and effectively.

When Caratan sat back down he recieved a phone call from an unknown source. "Hello. Who is this!"

"Is the chair comfortable Caratan?"

"Who is this! I demand to know at once!"

"Look outside your window. At your car." The voice hung up and Caratan immediately went to the window, frantic and sweating. His car stood still in the parking lot, armed guards around it. He watched for twenty minutes, nothing occured. Finally he returned to his chair and desk. Crazy old coots!

Nicholas Caratan sat at his desk, the TV camera ready. The tech counted down and Caratan cleared his thought just before the camera flicked on. "Ladies and gentlemen of this great republic. I come to you today with excellent news. Our constitution has been drafted and unanimously approved. In exactly eight weeks we shall elect a President. There are six candidates in the running and they will be passing out literature and speaking to everyone rather thoroughly and quickly. I hope that you all can choose which one you would like to see run this great democratic republic.

"As I am sure you can see, the cities that were once damaged are being repaired and no more does the eerie image of war loom overhead. We will do this and we will do it successfully.

"I have yet another bit of startling discovery about the former regime, the Emperor had, in his accounts, roughly fifty-five trillion dollars that was collected through the treasury. This fifty-five million is solely in the defense budget. It has been collected throughout the years from citizens of all three areas of this once corrupt Empire. It will be put back into the general budget and no more will defense be our biggest priority.

"Thank you and goodnight."

The Emperor, from his hiding spot flicked off the television. "He's stealing that money! I bet he's going to put a tenth of it into the treasury and pocket the rest. Consitution, elections, congress...who does he think he is. The people of Layarteb cannot handle democracy or civil rights or political freedom. They'll abuse and misuse it. Pathetic!" The Emperor turned to Delaney from Force Falcon and smirked. "So is the plan ready?"

"Yes sir."

"Very well. Execute it."

"Sir perhaps we could use F-25s?"

"No good, they'll see it on the anti-stealth system coming in."

"But they won't be able to shoot at it no?"

"They could. They could use the tracking system of that and spool it to the missile. We have a very complex missile defense shield so they could, in theory, use that against the plane."

"Very well sir."

"My Fuhrer?"

"What is it son?"

"News from Layarteb and ARSB"

"Concerning?"

"I think...you should....read it for yourself...sir."

"Very well." The Fuhrer stood up from behind his desk and walked to were the Foreign Ministry Undersecretary stood, looking somewhat bewildered. The Fuhrer eyed him concernedly as he took the report from him.
The Secretary nodded and backed away slightly.

"Hmmm..." the Fuhrer mused as he analysed the report.

"Where is the Emperor of Layarteb now?" The Fuhrer asked his Defence Minister who stood just behind the secretary.

"We located him about four hours ago, he's in a secure location in Layarteb. We can send and receive info from him via secure comm-link satellite, the report we received recently suggested that he was preparing a Force Falcon strike against the traitor and usurper Caratan."

"Is Strike Force lightening on Alert."

"They are sir."

"Hmm... They say the are pulling out of the OA, ARSB have issued statements saying they recognise the new Government yet say they have a safe haven for the Emperor. Let us condemn the government and declare a state of Belligerance against them. Send the 12th Army and the 3rd Heavy Armour Division to the Layarteb Border. Issue a statement saying that any and all Loyal troops from Layarteb are welcome as Partisan fighters on the Hirgizstan Side, they will be armed, fed and looked after as if they were ours. Order Task Force Lightning to send a squad to protect the Emperor, send another squad to the ARSB to safe guard his entrance there if he so wishes, and send another to be prepared to assasinate Caratan. However, if Force Falcon have already undertaken that duty then stand Lightning down, but make sure they can step in if anything goes sour. Also order the EB-52 Megafortress squadron to go to Full Alert. As well as that contact the Emperor and ask what he wishes Hirgizstan to do."

"Very well my Fuhrer", the Defence Minister said with respect.

"Undersecretary...prepare a statement. Declare a state of Belligerance against the DROL, say they are illegitmate and must step down immediately."

"Yes my Fuhrer."


Statement to the DROL Issued to DOH State Press and Foreign Office Official Statement:

The Fuhrer of Hirgizstan has seen fit to declare a state of Belligerance against the illegal government of the Demoratic Republic of Layarteb. The Fuhrer asks for Mr. Caratan so step down and he will be assured safe passage out of Layarteb and will not be harmed. The Fuhrer also wishes to offer the Emperor of Layarteb a safe haven in Hirgizstan and wishes to see the Emperor seated in power as soon as possible.

OOC: Force Falcon is known only by the Emperor

The Emperor, having just stepped out of a makeshift shower read the the release and immediately rolled his eyes. "Caratan is doing what? Pulling out of the OA? What a moron!"

He shared a laugh with his aides after he dressed and communicated a release to Hirgizstan. "To Fuhrer. We appreciate your gratitude but would like for you to hold off on troops at this moment and time. There will come a time when we reconquer Layarteb but that time is not now. Caratan is strong right now and we must wait until he becomes weak. END." The Emperor turned and combed his hair, "Send that immediately. Also get word to our contacts still in the military, data collection gentlemen, data collection."

The Emperor returned to his new desk, a few large rocks. "I will get my Empire back!"

OOC: kk about Task Force Falcon. I'll be introducing a unit called Grey Fox now, basically undercover spies and assasins, only known to the Fuhrer and some select aides.

IC:

The Fuhrer of Hirgizstan sat at his grandoise office in Hirgizstan City.
A single sheet of paper lay on the desk before him, a short communication from the Emperor of Layarteb.
As if to cause ripple on a calm lake a smile broke out across his face and he murmured, "The Emperor knows his country, good things come to those who wait." The smile dissappeared and the Fuhrer's faced turned to its expressionless, unreadable form.

"Defence Minister!"

A man in Army uniform with a plethora of awards and patches stepped smartly into the centre of the room, his head bending slightly forward in a mannerly bow, "My Fuhrer."

"Call off the military units that were to be dispatched to Layarteb. Keep them on alert, make sure they can have their forward elements deployed within 10 hours. Call back the assasination element of Task Force Lightning, ask the Emperor whether or not he wants a squad for his personal protection. Also, have the Embassy in Layarteb double its Marine guard and ask them to send us the most recent Grey Fox reports, and send copies of this info to the Emperor, he will need it. And one more thing, have the Embassy issue a statement saying that it will protect any Layarteb citizens that face discrimination or attack from the Caratan administration."

"Very well, my Fuhrer."

The man saluted and walked quickly out of the room while the Fuhrer went to prepare a speech to the Nation.

OOC: kk about Task Force Falcon. I'll be introducing a unit called Grey Fox now, basically undercover spies and assasins, only known to the Fuhrer and some select aides.

IC:

The Fuhrer of Hirgizstan sat at his grandoise office in Hirgizstan City.
A single sheet of paper lay on the desk before him, a short communication from the Emperor of Layarteb.
As if to cause ripple on a calm lake a smile broke out across his face and he murmured, "The Emperor knows his country, good things come to those who wait." The smile dissappeared and the Fuhrer's faced turned to its expressionless, unreadable form.

"Defence Minister!"

A man in Army uniform with a plethora of awards and patches stepped smartly into the centre of the room, his head bending slightly forward in a mannerly bow, "My Fuhrer."

"Call off the military units that were to be dispatched to Layarteb. Keep them on alert, make sure they can have their forward elements deployed within 10 hours. Call back the assasination element of Task Force Lightning, ask the Emperor whether or not he wants a squad for his personal protection. Also, have the Embassy in Layarteb double its Marine guard and ask them to send us the most recent Grey Fox reports, and send copies of this info to the Emperor, he will need it. And one more thing, have the Embassy issue a statement saying that it will protect any Layarteb citizens that face discrimination or attack from the Caratan administration."

"Very well, my Fuhrer."

The man saluted and walked quickly out of the room while the Fuhrer went to prepare a speech to the Nation.

Caratan looked at the report from the Fuhrer. "He knows where the Emperor is!" He smiled at his aide. "So they are prepared to defend their embassy and any loyalists. Very well, for now we shall not digress to attack them or the loyalists. Publically that is. Get our police forces looking for loyalists, call them terrorists or something for semantics so we can get around any military intervention from Hirgizstan."

The aide nodded and left leaving Caratan only with his Prime Minister. "What's the latest tally on the vote?" In only two hours, the vote for President of the DROL would conclude.

"So far sir they have you up to 67% and your opponent at 20%. I think it's safe to say you won sir. Congrad..."

"Do not offer any congradulations until all precients have reported. I don't want to be jinxed or anything."

"Very well. And what of the latest laws?"

"Gambling is illegal. Minimum wage has returned. Unions are returning. We're progressing education. And lastly, we're working on welfare. It seems to have some major approval."

"Excellent sir. We'll have to get going on all this..."

"Yes we will. You will continue to serve as Prime Minister as well as everyone else as their positions. I offer no change, we are too fragile to do such. Please leave me now I must attend to pressing business."

The aide left and Caratan picked up the phone to the Fuhrer of Hirgizstan...

"My Fuhrer?"

"What is it son?"

"The Layarteb hotline phone appears to be ringing!"

"How strange, either the Emperor is back in his office, or Caratan has aquired a pair of tes*cles."

The Fuhrer handed a paper report back to a Government Minister who smiled, bowing slightly. The Fuhrer quickly made his way back into his office from the Secretary's hallway, smartly closing the door behind him.

He sat down behind the large and grandoise oak desk at an expensive leather chair and eyed the ringing red phone with curiosity.

He leant forward and paused with his hand above the phone for a second, before finally picking it up and moving it to his ear.

"Yes?"

"Is this the Leader of Hirg-"

"No, this is the Fuhrer of the Hirgizstanian Commonwealth, to whom am i speaking?" The Fuhrer quickly stepped in.

"Ah..eh...yes..."

"Problem talking? I demand to know who this is?" the Fuhrer said, knowing the voice was not the Emperor, it could only be Caratan.

"Yes...of course...Fuhrer...this is President Caratan of the Democra-"
Caratan was again cut off mid-sentence by:

"Ah, Mr. Caratan, to what do i owe the honour?"

"Eh...Fuhrer...-"

"Yes?"

"I am phoning to address the current state of affairs between our two nations. You have recently declared a state of Belligerance on my administration and you have openly said that you will support any Layartebian rebels. I kindly ask for an explanation?"

"Mr. Caratan, i have declared a state of belligerance on your administration and i have openly declared that Hirgizstan will harbour and assist any loyal Layartebian troops and citizens that have come under attack by your hired thugs and 'democratic' forces. Now normally Mr. Caratan i do not speak to terrorists, but in your case i have made an exception-"

"HOW DARE YOU! Such claims are proposterous, this nation has been under a yoke of oppression for many, many years- i am simply freeing the people."

"Do NOT lecture me Mr. Caratan. You obviously have not taken a look around since you came to power. Why is it that people stand around outside talking to each other in huddles in your Sqaures and places? I will tell you why. Its because you have destroyed the economy with your idiotic policies and your squandering and stealing of the treasuries money. Most of the Armed Forces hate you and could easily revolt, but they don't and why Mr. Caratan, why is that?"

"Because-"

"THAT WAS A RHETORICAL QUESTION MR. CARATAN. They do not revolt because they will not risk harming their beloved country and they will not endanger the loyal citzens of the EMPIRE OF LAYARTEB. Now, moving on, you have decided to pull out of the October Alliance, condemning it and its member nations- and you wonder why i declared a state of belligerance?"

"The Alliance was a mainstay of the Emperor's yes-men, we cannot have such idiocy in a Democratic Layarteb."

"ENOUGH. Mr. Caratan, you have no idea what damage you have caused your country. You obviously are blind to the fact that most of your pathetic Ministers are yes-men-simply going along with you for the money. Oh yes Mr. Caratan i know what you are doing. I and the Emperor have been monitoring your little think-tank for quite some time.
Mr. Caratan-the 60%+ vote you stammer on about in the decadent and corrupt 'free press' is laughable, i wonder how long it took your Prime Minister to come up with that figure! I am done with talking to terrorists, but i offer you a little example of what is to come. When you put this phone down i suggest you get that idiot of a Navy Commander you appointed into your office right away because one of the Emperor's Submarine bases has been returned to his control! Mr. Caratan this is not the beginning of the end, no no, it is merely the end of the beginning!"

As the Fuhrer placed the phone back on the hook he could hear Caratan shouting his rhetoric but it ended as aprubtly as it had started. The Fuhrer smiled, remembering the submarine base- the Emperor will be pleased he thought.

(OOC: The missile base thing is for you to RP, i basically wanted to make a revolt in a medium sized Nuclear sub base- with the help of all the loyal submariners, a Hirgizstanian Grey Fox agent and of course a Layarebian agent or something. Only problem is i haven't a clue what to call one of your sub bases etc etc. Of course you cud leave it out if you don't want to RP it.)

Indeed in due time we shall do just that with the missile base and there will be the triumphant return of the Emperor. BTW nice job man. I got nothing to reply yet though give me some time a day or two?

Yeah, fine-no problem.

I honestly can't think of anything to write for this RP dude. Sorry but at a creative blah! for the moment.

You got the writers block! It don't matter, try listening to music you like, usually works for me.

You got the writers block! It don't matter, try listening to music you like, usually works for me.

Oh I do and my writer's block is just in this. I've been banging out 2,000 words a day on my new novel attempt.

Three years had gone by through Caratan's term. His poll numbers were very low. The people of Layarteb, used to a society where people were punished for their crimes and not given any special treatment, had difficulty adjusting to a liberal-based society where the stupid were given special priviledges and treated just the same as those who were the opposite. Welfare and unemployment rose to an all-time high with more people sitting around rather than working, and getting paid for it. With the dismissal of military and police numbers came an increase in crimes, especially violent crimes and drug related crimes. Cocaine and Heroin were the biggest drugs in Layarteb as well as a countless number of designer drugs.

People were protesting daily against Caratan that he instill some conservative law and order but he refused. More and more it seemed that the Empire was a possibility.

The Emperor sat in his hideout, having run a quasi-government for going on four years now. He watched television daily, enjoying the news from Layarteb. It seemed more and more than Caratan was losing his charisma. It was on the fourth anniversary of the revolution that he called in his elite Force Falcon units and told them that the time was nearing. Spies still inside the Layarteb military would be probed for information and a plan was set into action. Once the masses became so dissastisfied with liberalism and socialism that they called for the removal of Caratan, the Emperor would make his return. The time was drawing closer!

The rapturous applause echoed through the halls of the Hirgizstanian Fuhrerplasse. The final day of the National Party Rally was conducted in the purpose built grounds. Three days of Celebrations and Parades drew crowds close to a million. Everyone from the Military to the Hirgizstanian Youth met in parades honouring the National Party and the Fuhrer.

The Fuhrerplasse had a small palace-type building across the man-made lake at the West of the grounds, in which stood the Military Guard Memorial. Inside was a conferance room in which sat the Fuhrer and a number of Ministers.

They sat around a massive oval table, each at expensive leather and wood chairs, computer screens sunk into the desk in front of them displayed an image, the same as that on the large Plasma screen at one end of the room, in front of which stood the Fuhrer.

The man on the screen was an aide to the Emperor of Layarteb, he had just finished telling the Fuhrer that they were planning to retake Layarteb and seat the rightful Emperor in power.

The Fuhrer saluted and the screen faded to black.

He turned to his Ministers and said, "The time has come."

For nearly four years the Fuhrer had liased with the Emperor, planned, waited and watched as the Empire of Layarteb crumbled under a corrupt and decadent leader, a man that was a coward, proven by the DROL Embassy Incident in which representatives of the DROL tried to establish an embassy other than the Emperor's one already operating in Hirgizstan City. All the DROL staff and officials were detained, the Officials were executed for treason at the behest of the Emperor, while the others were detained and still are. During this incident Caratan never communicated with Hirgizstan, showing that Caratan had indeed misplaced his te*ticles as the Fuhrer had so eloquently put it.

"Soon the grand Empirical statues that decorate in Layarteb will be returned from their graffiti scarred predicament, soon the chaff will be washed away, the Light shall shine once more on Layarteb, the time for the Emperor's return is at hand. Gentlemen prepare all Hirgizstanian military forces in Layarteb, make sure they are ready should the Emperor need them. Gentlemen, dismissed."

The Emperor stood in his makeshift command center, hundreds of miles deep into the unoccupied zone and stared at maps and orders. "Gentlemen, as you can see, Layarteb is in turmoil. It turns out that liberalism doesn't work so well with people who have lived their whole life under actual government and not this sad attempt at social equality. The time is now! Let the Fuhrer of Hirgizstan know of our intentions and that if he has any black or special units inside Layarteb, which I am sure he does, to give them orders #465729, calling for the monitoring of and capturing, ALIVE, of Caratan supporters. I want Caratan myself. Order all military units loyal to me to get going and begin their surrounding of the list of high value targets. I will ride in with Force Falcon and fight with them. Today is the day men! Let us go now with fury!"

Inside the DROL, military units loyal to the Emperor let loose, shelling Caratan positions and targets. The Emperor immediately went to the Black Hawks waiting outside his complex. He and Force Falcon boarded them and the four Black Hawks and their Commanche escorts followed. F-15Cs and F/A-22s would provide CAP just in case it was needed as the helicopters flew on the deck at over one hundred miles per hour. The Emperor was dressed in BDUs, along with Force Falcon. He carried his Carbine, sidearms, and, on his back, an M21 sniper rifle. He was ready to fight for his throne and he was going to do it. The orders were explicit, surround Caratan but do not harm him. The Emperor wanted him all for himself.

"My Fuhrer?"

"Yes Minister?"

"We have received orders from the Emperor, order number 465729, we are to capture and/or monitor any of Caratans supporters and aides etc."

"Very well, i read the report Minister, it seems the Emperor is going to fight himself, a truly great leader. We must help him. Is Task Force Lightning in position?"

"They are sir, the Prime Minister of the DROL arrived at his residence shortly after 3am yesterday, he has not left. A second Lightning team is waiting at the residence of the Defence Minister. An SBS team arrived last night by plane and are currently holding position at the Civil Service HQ where they report are a number of top-aides."

"Very well, H-Hour in 30 minutes, send them word. Also, prepare my Jet, i would like to be there to see the Emperor after he takes back his country. By the way, i would guess that some of Caratans aides would try and get out of the country, have the Air Force set up no Fly Zones at the border of Layarteb and have the Army blockade the major routes out, and have the Navy set up a blockade 10 miles off every Major port, military and civilian. Of course, as soon as EOL units are ready they will be pulled back but until then keep them there, we must bring Caratan down, and we must take his cronies with them."

"Yes, sir."

The Fuhrer stood up from his desk, looked around and quickly walked out of the room.

"My Fuhrer?"

"Yes Minister?"

"We have received orders from the Emperor, order number 465729, we are to capture and/or monitor any of Caratans supporters and aides etc."

"Very well, i read the report Minister, it seems the Emperor is going to fight himself, a truly great leader. We must help him. Is Task Force Lightning in position?"

"They are sir, the Prime Minister of the DROL arrived at his residence shortly after 3am yesterday, he has not left. A second Lightning team is waiting at the residence of the Defence Minister. An SBS team arrived last night by plane and are currently holding position at the Civil Service HQ where they report are a number of top-aides."

"Very well, H-Hour in 30 minutes, send them word. Also, prepare my Jet, i would like to be there to see the Emperor after he takes back his country. By the way, i would guess that some of Caratans aides would try and get out of the country, have the Air Force set up no Fly Zones at the border of Layarteb and have the Army blockade the major routes out, and have the Navy set up a blockade 10 miles off every Major port, military and civilian. Of course, as soon as EOL units are ready they will be pulled back but until then keep them there, we must bring Caratan down, and we must take his cronies with them."

"Yes, sir."

The Fuhrer stood up from his desk, looked around and quickly walked out of the room.

The director of the nation's OMON intelligence agency ran through the report from operatives within the DROL... He quietly read to himself, '... Military units loyal to the former Emperor of Layarteb began opening fire on units loyal to Nicholas Caratan, the current leader of the Democratic Republic of Layarteb and the leader of the rebellion that ousted the Emperor.' He smiles to himself and summed up the rest of the report in a two words: total chaos. The report stated that this type of situation had been brewing since Caratan stole power from the Emperor. His liberal policies weren't working and the people were growing increasingly dissident, basically leaving the door wide open for the Emperor to take back his Empire. And the ARSB would support him...

He sent a summarized report to the Premier and received a response back to send to the Emperor if they needed ARSB support...

"Emperor, the ARSB pledges it support to you and will assist in any way, if you so require. If not, we will stand by and cheer you on as you retake your stolen throne because our support lies with the rightful leader of Layarteb."

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Also, the 46 ARSB air cavalry forces stationed at the ARSB embassy (if we even have one in the DROL... I'm not sure) have begun digging in around and within the embassy building to protect it from any sort of hostilities and numerous fighter wings, attack wings, airborne infantry divisions, and airborne armor divisions have been placed on alert for possible mobilization in the event any ARSB assets come under fire. OMON operatives have begun returning to the embassy due to the hostile circumstances within the DROL/EOL military and the current DROL government. And the SpetsNaz unit stationed at the ARSB has begun arming and preparing themselves for possible action.



The Armed Republic of Soviet Bloc stands behind her ally, the rightful leader of Layarteb, and will do anything in her power to assist the Emperor's move to retake his country from the ever-loosening grip of its current leader, Nicholas Caratan.

The fighting was centered around Layarteb City and some rural hotspots. The military seized most of the other major cities within a few hours, with minimal fighting. The military coup was being led by General William Garrison, once commander of a Special Forces unit. He was still loyal to the Emperor and had been one of his key contacts within the military and government since he had to flee.

The Emperor, armed and ready on the Black Hawk, sat near the door as their MH-60 and other MH-60s passed over the suburbs around Layarteb City at one hundred feet AGL and one hundred and twenty-five miles per hour. Their Apache escorts had already shot down a pair of fighters, one helicopter, and destroyed some tanks on the ground. Explosions and smoke dotted the city-scape. Fire climbed above recently bombarded targets. Artillery guns were the primary source of the shell. 155MM and 203MM shells were wrecking havoc on Caratan loyalists, or Traitors.

The helicopter flight was set to land on the roof of the Presidental building, what used to be the Emperor's office. His helicopter would land first with him stepping out immediately, he had made that clear. He'd come out firing. The GAU-2 7.62MM Miniguns on the MH-60s would provide the best cover. They had already been used against soldiers with MANPADs and RPGs.

The Emperor got word inside his Black Hawk that Soviet Bloc and Hirgizstan units were moving on the Traitors. They were converging on the Traitors from everywhere.

When the Black Hawks landed, it all began. He jumped out, with his Force Falcon bodyguards. Instantly, he fired, putting two shots into the head of one of Caratan's bodyguards on the roof. The Force Falcon soldiers dropped the other six quickly. The Black Hawks took off again, circling the building to provide air cover. Relief MH-60s were coming eventually, along with more Apaches, Super Cobras, and Commanches. F-15Cs and F/A-22s were providing top cover and A-10s were pummeling armor and vehicles.

And so it began, the beginning of the end for Caratan...

The Task Force Lightning Commander stood at the front door of a Graindoise mansion, he was framed by large, white pillars on either side.
The house was one of the Emperor's retreats, used mostly for foreign dignataries when visiting, indeed the Commander himself once had the honour of accompanying the Fuhrer to this very Mansion some time ago.

Inside the rest of the 5 man team were clearing up the debris from the short but intense firefight that had just taken place. As soon as they had received word of H-Hour they took out the sentries outside and on the roof with silenced weapons. The wine cellar door was the perfect way in, but they had to defuse a booby trap on the inside first. The Cellar was empty, although there was plenty of fine wine, even numbers of bottles lay cracked and broken on the floor-maybe the PM knew this was coming and fled with some wine.

The team entered into a Kitchen and proceeded for the large stairwell, expecting the PM to be upstairs, judging by the lack of guards and the noise. A short firefight took place between the team and around five guards on the stairs, the team quickly over-gunning them.

Two of the guards had managed to get rounds off and so had alerted the PM. As the team burst into his chamber they found two guards, whom they quickly dispatched. The PM was basically in bed with a couple of sleepy-looking young women. As the team burst in and killed the guards the PM dived for a cabinet, amid the screaming of a dying guard and the women. He pulled out a fat revovler and quickly put it to his temple.

There was a shot, only not the revolver. The Commander shot him through the right shoulder, destroying the nerves so the arm simply dropped like water, along with the gun. The PM was quickly seen to by the medic and was flex-cuffed and placed face-down on the floor, he would face trial.

The Commander had hoped the other teams had done as well.

As it so happend the Defence Minister's residence was only guarded by two Army squads, the easy part was that they had a barrack building in the grounds, where 15 out of the 20 soldiers were sleeping. The doors were quickly locked and bolted with chains and the 5 guards in the residence were dispatched by a sniper. The Defence Minister was still half-sleeping as he was flex cuffed along with his wife.

At the Civil Service HQ the SBS team found two Ministers and some of their staff at a meeting. There were no guards.

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The Fuhrer sat at his desk in his Aircraft, watching News Reports from Layarteb. Since the creation of the EOL he had never seen anything but the State News, this 'Network News' business was rather funny.

"Sir?"

"What?"

"Reports from the EOL sir."

"Very well, give them here."

An old man in Uniform stepped forward handing the Fuhrer a filed military report. The Man saluted and left.

The Fuhrer began to read the report.

"Sir?"

"What is it now?"

The older man appeared again, gulping as the Fuhrer raised his voice slightly. " I can...give you a summary if you like."

"Very well, i am tired, it is probably best that you do rather than i read it."

"Well, the Military blockade by the Commonwealth Task Force intercepted serveral column's of vehicles attempting to leave the EOL, they have been stopped at the border and the general consensus is that the majority of those leaving are Democratic Party members and their families. The Air Force haven't seen much activity, the Emperor's Air Forces have dealt with most threats but there were a number of incidents involving our Aircraft. A flight of two F4's shot down an unidentified fighter attempting to cross the border and an F/A-22 intercepted a Military transport, forcing it to land. The Navy have intercepted, about 2 hours ago, 2 oil tankers and 4 Ferry's attempting to get away. The Majority of the people on the Tankers were foreigners who had arrived with a shipment and were leaving once they saw fighting. The Ferry's were a mixed bunch, some foreigners, about 50 of our Nationals trying to get out and some ARSB and NG nationals doing the same."

"Excellent, but what about the snatch operations?"

"All thre were successful, with no loss of life to our forces. We captured the Prime Minister, although he tried to kill himself and was shot in the right shoulder. The Defence Minister was captured, as were two Junior Ministers and some Civil Service Personnel. Reports from EOL military forces suggest that they have recaptured most of the cities and are waiting for word from the Emperor."

"Excellent, send word of my congratulations to all of the military units involved."

The Uniformed man bowed slightly and walked out of the room again.

The Fuhrer looked at the phone on his desk labelled 'Layarteb', and he picked it up, hoping for good news.



PS: Sorry about posting this so late, forum was messed up yesterday and i couldn't post.

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The second Force Falcon team stormed the front doors of the building, sealing off the only other possible exit for Caratan. The secret passage ways were already blocked up and guarded by members of Force Thunder. They were meeting heaving fighting at the front entrance and already one Force Falcon soldier had died, a headshot from a .308 rifle.

The Emperor was upstairs still, fighting his way down with his men, firing his M21 at the bodyguards. There were many of them and the twenty round magazines of the M21 just weren't enough. He was knocking the guards down, shot after shot but they kept coming.

They were still some forty rooms away from the main office, where Caratan most likely was. The Emperor was leading his team, fighting just as hard as they were. Behind him was LTC. Delaney, the real leader of Force Falcon Team 1. But he was following with the Emperor, firing away left and right.

Finally though, after another forty minutes of intense fighting, they had reached the entrance to the room. LTC. Delaney set a bursting charge and both he and the Emperor sat ready with a flashbang in their hands. The second the door blew, they threw in their grenades, blinding and deafening everyone in the room.

They pounced only seconds later, the smoke from the charge not having had time to clear yet. What they found was sad. Caratan and his most trusted advisors and their bodyguards were lying on the floor, writhing and screaming. The bodyguards were eliminated but Caratan and his aides were taken prisoner. The Emperor looked around at his team and smiled. "Delaney, go raise our flag. Layarteb is ours again!"

OOC: Are we planning on posting anymore or is it stopped now?

Over and done with. To the Layartebian Chronicles (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=115075) I go...again...!

OOC- Dammit, I always miss these things, lol... Sorry about that, I haven't been on the internet since Monday... Oh well.

LOL don't worry, the EOL is full of RP'ing!