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“Why man, he doth bestride the narrow world like a colossus, and we petty men walk under his huge legs and peep about to find ourselves dishonorable graves. ”
-William Shakespeare
Julius Caesar

His official title was Emperor Alexei I, Savior of Generia, Lord of all her peoples. When he had taken office, this title had spoken the truth. He had truly been the great man, pulling the Empire out of civil war, drafting a new, brilliant constitution, establishing the true, stable constitutional monarchy.

Now, things were different. Throughout the palace, people spoke in hushed voices about their Emperor. Of his sudden, violent outbursts, of how he spoke when no one was around him, of how he would leap from bed late in the night, shouting about his ‘visions’. Alexei’s policies came under discussion as well, but not publicly. The people had seen the result of that, and it was never pleasant.

If the health of Alexei was not well, then the health of the Empire was frightening. The recent disbanding of the Imperial senate was disturbing, to say the least. The constant expansion was taking its toll. Even in the streets of Generia City an invisible tension seemed to be reaching the breaking point. Murder rates were steadily rising.

The provinces were a different story. The Imperial armies roamed the lands, ravaging and burning as they pleased, all for the ‘glory’ of the Empire. Alexei had ordered the assimilation of the provinces, constructing massive statues of himself, as well as enormous obelisks, and spires. The foundation had already been struck for a great pyramid to be built in the center of Generia City, for you see, Emperor Alexei was indeed mad.

The Emperor, though this had not always been the case, was simply drunk with his own power. He saw himself as the reincarnation of Caesar Augustus, and Pharaoh Ramses. In the effort to match their greatness, a greatness he simply did not possess, he had stretched the nation to its bounds. The Empire was imploding, and certain people knew this. Unfortunately, Alexei, too blind with his own invented glory, could not see the direness of the situation.

Part One: Opportunity Knocks

After the Imperial senate was disbanded, the 200 or so now unemployed government officials wandered to different places, none of them feeling the capital was particularly safe. They found homes in the provinces, Shoobooshaba, Azerbaijan, and recently Mozambique.

In Mozambique, coincidentally, some of the former senators had found each other amid the chaos. On this particular night, two of them decided to meet.

Cassius Soyanovich sat alone, towards the rear of a small topless bar in New Imperial Beira. The room was packed full of drunken soldiers, so no one paid him much heed. Through the smoke that drenched the air of the club, another man made his way towards the table. Casca Ivanov took a seat across from Cassius.

“It’s been a long time, Casca.”

“No. It just seems that way.”

“How long ago was it?”

“I suppose it’s coming on a year now.”

“Yes, I suppose that’s right. How have you been?”

“Fair enough. It’s easier to go unnoticed in the provinces.”

“That is true. Ironic that in the place with the most soldiers, we can hide most easily.”

“Well, look at what we’re dealing with.”

Casca gestured to the drunken rabble who were cat calling one of the dancers. Cassius chuckled.

“You make a point.”

“Cassius, why have you called me here?”

“I spoke to Leon.”

“He’s here?”

“Yes. In Beira. He fled here at the same time we did.”

“How is he?”

“As well off as anyone in this backwater, but listen. There are others here as well. Leon has run into many in our same position. He wants to organize a meeting.”

“A meeting?! If they found out-“

“Keep your voice down!”

“If they found out, do you know what would happen? We’re fortunate we were able to flee at all.”

“Fortunate? We live like dogs in these shitholes, ducking soldiers, and scrapping a living. You think this is fortunate?”

“At least we have our lives.”

“What good are they now? Think, Casca. Already we know of more like us here, in this very city! Imagine, the fugitives in this province, coupled with those in Shoobooshaba, Azerbaijan, the rest of the provinces! Casca, you know as well as I do that the Emperor is not well. The Empire is buckling under the strain, even as we speak. Leon sees this. If we organize now, even slightly, we may be able to tip the odds in our favor.”

“Cassius, you speak high treason.”

“High treason! Look at you! Treason against who? The tyrant who took your job! Casca, you are nothing now. None of us are. We wander the Earth like mendicants, and you talk treason? We can hit back! Here is the address. You’re in or out. I expect to see you there.”

Cassius got up, and walked off into the crowd, leaving Caius holding a small piece of wrinkled paper.

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Quite possibly the most awesome post I have ever seen in my life, GE. Very well done!

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Whoa, that was almost Shakespeare redux! Even the name Cassius :) Good job.

Lord Eldric had averted war with Generic Empire, and for that the Council was glad. However, much of the Council still felt something had to be done. The situation in Eldanor was too drastic; and resolved much too quickly. It was almost ... madness. How else could Emperor Alexei have a change of heart so quickly? And for that matter, how had a once-respected leader descended into a psychotic drive for totalitarianism?

"My lord," said one of the Council members, bowing. "General Curtis is on the line; he is waiting for confirmation of the military mobilization's cancellation."

Lord Eldric brooded on the situation, and finally spoke - "No. This may not be over yet."

"But, my lord..."

"That is my decision. Keep the military prepared, ready for deployment. The situation may appear resolved, but nevertheless Emperor Alexei troubles me..."

"Yes, m'lord."

"Oh, and one more thing...make sure I get up-to-date, realtime feed of all intelligence on Generic Empire. We don't know enough about their current situation, and I suspect we'll need to."

The Meeting

They had gathered in the basement of an apartment building in old Beira. The floor was simple concrete, and the incessant sound of water dripping from the ceiling echoed around the room. There were approximately twenty of them, sitting in folding chairs, or leaning against walls.

Before them stood a man much younger in appearance then the others. Despite the fact that the man lacked employment, he was still neatly groomed and well dressed. His hair was jet black, and cut short to the ears. He sported a mustache of similar trim. The man was former senate president Leon Jaskovich, in his time a great politician, and even now a commanding presence. As the last of the senators entered the meeting room, this man moved directly before the congregation, and began to speak.

“Senators, we have come a long way from the chamber. Our numbers seem nearly as thin as our garments. Twenty of us here, from more than two hundred.”

A murmuring went up among the crowd.

“It is exactly one year ago today that we were thrown out, to wander the Empire like stray dogs, scrounging what we could from the garbage heaps that are these provinces. We are nomads, my compatriots, without a home or a living. Endlessly running, hiding, praying that the Emperor does not have a change of heart, and decide to round us up and feed us to his wolves. We are nothing, and a long way from what we were a year ago. Do you still remember your lives? Your homes? Do you remember your families? Do any of you still know your families are alive, or much less see them on a regular basis? No. ‘Tis impossible. Even that has been taken from us.

But, then again, you already know all of this. You live it every day, every painful waking moment when you look around at the shack you have built for yourself, or the apartment of someone you had never met in your life, and never would think you would meet, until times made it necessary to take shelter with them. This is our lot. But what if it did not have to be?”

Leon was met with quizzical looks from some of the gathered, and knowing smiles from others.

“The reason I have sought you out, is that I believe that we should not have to live like this. I believe we should be given back our families, and our lives in our fair City. I also think that there is a way to do this.

As you are no doubt subconsciously aware, Emperor Alexei is a stark, raving lunatic. Do not give me shocked looks, or try to contest me, you know this as well as I do. He disbanded the senate for God’s sake. A cornerstone of Imperial tradition, stemming from the Constitution that he wrote! Yes, Alexei’s mental state is failing. His soul constantly thirsts for more. He longs to drink the sweet blood of every people in the world, to gobble up every small nation, until his hunger and thirst are slaked. He is succeeding! This very city is testament to that! His armies wander the Earth, burning, ravaging the lands, until there is nothing left to burn or ravage, and then they move on to a new land!

The slave trains rumble day and night, bringing the people of the provinces to great camps, where razor wire and the whip are their sole sustenance. While their cities are torn down, to be replaced with outrageous monuments to the Emperor’s own illusions of grandeur. Step outside and look towards the ‘New’ city. Behold the white obelisks and the Imperial palace. Behold the great twisted mass of steel that will become a statue of ‘our great and noble Emperor.’ Slaves built that city, and thousands more of its kind. Billions of Imperial funds constantly flow into these little projects, while Alexei suckles, and the Imperial armies scorch. Soon, the Earth shall be so covered in salt, as it shall become forever barren.

In recent days, our soldiers have taken to killing each other over prizes of feminine flesh, the wives of conquered peoples whom they carry off for themselves. Our own people are tearing themselves apart with the raw animosity that the man inspires in them.

My noble compatriots, despite the rulings of a madman, we are indeed still of the senate, and our duty is still intact. The Empire is sick, and without urgent attention, she shall perish. We must save her, before we are consumed with the madness that so plagues our Emperor. We must strike at the problem’s source: Alexei!”

Several shouts of outrage burst through the room, as senators stood up to shout insults of ‘traitor’ and ‘imbecile.’

“Am I a traitor? If indeed it is treasonous to risk death to call you here, in order to save our country, then I am a traitor. If indeed it is treasonous to die a thousand deaths nightly as I ponder the insanity that has befallen our nation, then yes, indeed I am a traitor, and an imbecile, and a fool.

Look at you. You have been cast out by the very man whom you strive to defend. What say you of yourself, that you must defend the rights of a man to kill Generia!”

“But it is tradition! You can’t oppose an Emperor!”

“Yes! You fool! You will get us all killed!”

Shouting took hold in the small basement. Leon fought for order, and eventually succeeded.

“I agree that I risk death, even now, by speaking, but it is necessary to take that risk, so that in the future it shall never be a risk again. Think, senators, there are twenty of you in this very city, multiplied by twenty in every other colonial city in this province, multiplied by every province in the Empire! We are by no means alone. No doubt that there are others who are trying to organize even as I am, but to find them, we must begin here, in this room! If we can unify ourselves tonight, then we can begin to unify every senator in the province, and in the Empire, and then we can unify every political exile, every dissenter, every soldier who grows sick at his own orders. Then, my friends, we do not have a political movement. No, compatriots, we have an army. I must know first, however, that you shall stand with me, here, today. If you want to help start the movement, step forward and sign this.”

Leon produced a large piece of paper and lay it on a wooden table in the back of the room.

“If you want nothing more to do with this, then get up, and walk out that door.”

Casca had been listening from a darkened corner of the room. He had come in discreetly, after the others had arrived. Now, he turned and began to make his way towards the door.

“Fine then! Leave! Go back to that excuse for a home you crawled out of to come to this meeting. Go back to your below minimum wage job, go back to your nonexistent family. Go back to your utter, impenetrable misery, and know that you passed up an opportunity to change that.”

Casca halted. The words struck something, a nerve somewhere in his brain. Try as he might, he could not take another step. Something about this, the entire crazed exploit, made sense. He turned slowly, and began to approach Leon, and the table. While the others watched, contemplating what to do, Casca picked up a ballpoint pen, and signed his name across the top of the sheet. In choosing who to sign his life away to, misery or Leon Jaskovitch, he had chosen Jaskovitch. By the end of the night, twenty one signatures were scrawled across that dirty piece of paper, and a movement had begun.

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Inside the monolithic building that housed the government of the Concordiat
the wheels of the beaurocracy were turning in their slowly steady fashion. Messages intercepted from Generic Empire transmissions flowed steadily up the gigantic chain of command. They built up slowly and much like a nerve cell, once they had reached a certian level they illicited a response from Concordiat Government.

*65th Floor-Millitary Intelligence Section-Concordiat Central*

Reams of paper covered the floor of the director's office, empty styrofoam cups and sticky notes added to the minor catasrophe that was the office.
The director sat in his chair, back to the door, staring out at the azure ocean stretching into the horizon. There was a soft knock on the door and a group of haggard intel analysts came trudging into the well-appointed, but barely recognizable office. All the group say down except one man, who looked to be the most overworked of them all. He spoke exitedly, belying his dishevelled appearance.

"It's all coming together now, we've been working on this for weeks, every transmission we've received, every intelligence report thats been filed, and every person in the government who's come in contact with the Empreror the last two years has been scruntinzed and then looked at somemore."

The director continued to face the window, the high back of his black leather chair loomed large.

"and what have you found"

The Intel-analyst gathered his thoughts and then spoke again

"It seems that the Empreror of Generic the Empire has been suffering from a de-generative neurogical disease. If you look at the transcripts going back 5 years from now a pattern of increased irrationality and mood swings culminating in almost destroying the nation Eldanor for no millitary gain or reason. His actions to date have become much more unpredictable, we feel that he his losing control. If the Empreror goes, so goes the Empire.

The director absorbed the troubling information with no response except for a simple

"Continue"

"The Generic Empire has an army second to none and with Emperor Alexie at its head it could become one the most dangerous threats that we and other nations face, there is no telling what he'll do now. Thats the scary part, he has absolute control over the WMD's in his nation, these are troubling times director."

The director nodded his head imperceptably,

"Yes these are troubled times indeed."

OOC:I'll post when it becomes obvious that there's a rebelion, I'll just use the garrison I've already got...

Athens, Greece. Time: 9:00PM. Where: Near the house of Lazaris III.

Ioanis Papadapolous, a assembly member, was to meet a very popular assembly member called Lazaris III. Lazaris told him that he had importan issues to discuss about a certain nation. As always Ioanis never refuses a invitation and is always curious.

He walked up at the mansion where Lazaris III lived. He rang the door bell and the butler opened the door.

"Right this way sir."

Ioanis walked inside and waited for the butler to lead him to Lazaris.

"If you may be so kind please follow me to the study room of sir Lazaris III."

The butler lead him to a huge wooden door on the second floor. The butler knocked the door and opened it to introduce to Ioanis.

"Welcome my friend! I have some important stuff to discuss with you. You may leave butler."

"It must be something important if you wanted me now at 9:00 at night. So whats going on? Is the emperor going to do something you don't agree with?"

"No none of that. I am afraid another emperor is going to do something in which i wont agree at all."

"What other emperor? What are you talking about?"

"The emperor of Generia I am talking about. I got news that his physical and mental health isen't improving. Some say he has gone bit crazy and is building monuments of himself around Generia and the Generic provinces."

"So? He is probably just like his looks and whats everybody to see them." laughed Ioanis.

"This is serious! I am afraind he will destroy the Generic Empire and Generia if he continues on with his war hunger."

"That is serious but how will that effect Greece?"

"It will. Here are some major reasons. Generia is a part of the Balkan Alliance. Second Generia is one of the leading powers in the Balkans aside from us and Euroslavia. If Generia falls apart, rebels and slaves will be ravaging the Balkans. But not only that other nations that hate Generia will try to bring it to its destruction faster. Do we really want foreign powers in the Balkans?"

"No."

"I though so. Tomorow morning before the Assembly starts I will propose to the Emperor that he will try to preserver Generia and the Generic empire. If it comes to war we will must remove the Emperor and put it under our control until a proper and noble Generian is able to take the throne."

"Are you crazy!?! You can get killed by any Generian if you say that!"

"Nobady else will know about it except for the emperor. Since I trusted you I decided to reveal my plans to you. So friend will you not let this slip into anybody's ears?"

"You can trust me! I will die trying to defend this secret since the future of the Hellenic Empire and Greece is in stake!"

OOC: Thats it for now. I will post more later. Generic if you dont like this I will just deleted or we cna discuss it over MSN or telegrams. I am trying to spice up the conflict here okay.

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OOC: My country has JUST finished a war with GE. It goes without saying that he whipped us but good. Thats actually how he got Mozambique. My country hasnt recovered enough, but i can still play some small roles at first, but then my country will gardually recover.

Head-quarters of the Soldiers of Freedom Clan

The Council read the paper that had bene given to them at the start of the meeting with a look of both fear and curiosity. The Delegate of the Minmatar Tribe had been compiling this information on the Generic Empire, to find out a way to free the remaining brothers of theirs who had been enslaved. While searching, he had discovered some vital information.

One by one, the Council Members finished reading and put down their papers. Once all had finished, the Minmatar Delegate stood up.

"I trust you all understand the importance of this knowledge?"

There was a murmur of agreement.

"This information shows the Weakness of the Generic Empire! What is that weakness? The Emperor of course! He has let his army loose upon his porvinces, where they rape, kill, and pillage. He destroys great cities that could prove vital to his empire, and replaces them with giant white Towers and statues. He might as well be building his own Mausoleum!"

A delegate from the Highlander Tribe stood up.

"We understand this is all important information, laddie, but what does it have to do with us? All around us, the other clans are invading each other! We must focus our attention THERE!"

There was a murmur of agreement.

"Have you forgotten our purpose, our will, and what we have dedicated our lives too? Its not to dominate the nation, no. We were founded as a launching pad for the irradication of Slavery in all its forms! Generic Empire has 10 million slaves that come from our lands ALONE! It has millions more, taken from every far-flung corner of the globe! If we can make a way to stop this, even it is ever so small, we will have at LEAST tried to acomplish our purpose!"

There was loud clapping from most of the room, but a few of the delegates seemed un-certain. The Highlander clan delegate stood up again.

"Aye, but how can we save the world if we do not exist anymore! This vale city of ours isnt inpenetrable! As of this VERY moment, there are millions of soldiers ammassing at our doorstep. We must focus our attention INLAND!"

The answer was the same as it was for the Minmatar Delegate. Arguments such as this were made for hours on end. Finally, the Delegate of the Xagonian clan stood up. His skin was a dark blue, and he stood a little more than 7 feet tall. His large, expressionless, black eyes staring at each of the delegates in turn. He began to talk in the eire, almost surreal way that all Xagonians do.

"Upon seeing the evidence laid out by both delegates, and through a long and ardious debate with my colleagues, we have decided that we must focus our attention towards freeing our brethren. We already have enough foreign support to defend our lands for a little while at least. We must use this time to free as many brethren as we can, thus strengthening our grip on freedom."

The entire council, including the Minmatar and the Highlander delegates, agreed. After a bit of talking between delegates, the Delegates of the Narquon Tribe stood up and spoke.

"The plan laid out by the Xagonian Delegate seems to be a strong one. It needs to be refined a little, but it seems to be the only good answer. We have but one question though, how will it begin?"

Another Xagonian Delegate, this one a female and had light-blue skin, stood up.

"We already have connections with a certain person in the Slave Camps. We have learned that his name is Tim".

And with that, the Speaker of the house called the meeting to a close. The Council had been there for over 7 hours, and by now the peaceful valley that was the City of Nor-Vallom was enveiled in a curtain of night. As the delegates all left one by one, they failed to notice a dark, shadowy figure lurking in the night.

OOC: Sent by letter. Gaurded so none of your nations know what this letter says unless i tell you.
Official communique

To:Emperor Alexei(for his eyes only)
From:Bhalk

Alexei, my old and good friend. Many are saying you are going mad, mad with power. If any unstability comes in your empire you will be attacked nine ways to hell. You have many enemies and rebellions would almost certainly occur in the provinces. You are very powerful and sit on an arsenal of WMD. If you or someone else takes power theses weapons could end the world. I ask of you several things.
1.I would like to see you and discuss this matter
2.I would like to be in charge of your WMD so if you wish to use them you must have my permission
3.To extend a wall around the Generic empire and put up some defenses from enemies.
4.In the event of someone taking power or you going crazy(Which we both know you aren't) i am put in control of your defenses to defend your empire
5.If you wish any generian slave or citizen may brought into our empire's borders

That is currently all. Please agree to these as we believe they can help the Generic empire stay stable. As of now we know at least 2 nations are working to move against you.

Department of Diplomacy, RB City, Invincible Empire of Roach-Busters

"Secretary Moua!"

"Sir, about the situation in New Roach-Busters-"

"Sir, the Shoobooshaaban crisis-"

"Mr. Moua, Irondin-"

"The TBA Alliance wishes you to know that-"

Dozens of voices all bombarded him with questions at once, each attempting to drown out the others. Everyone yammered away simultaneously, speaking so hurriedly that their words sounded like gibberish, each person desperate to make his and only his own voice heard. It was utter pandemonium.

"Secretary Moua, should C A D..."

"Secretary, about that treaty the President wished for you to sign..."

Normally a calm and patient man, today Moua could contain his rage no more. "SHUT UP, ALL OF YOU!!!!!!!"

He stormed into his office and slammed the door shut, causing the entire building to vibrate slightly.

After pouring himself a cup of coffee, downing a few pills of aspirin, and taking a deep breath, he steadily regained his composure. He straightened his tie, sat down, and began casually going over documents. He was in the middle of reading a document on RB-Doomingsland trade when there was a knock at the door.

The door opened slightly and a mild-mannered, bespectacled secretary opened the door. "Sir? The ambassador of Nikolaos the Great is on the phone. It's about that new military base they have in our countr-"

He dismissed her with a tacit wave of his hand. He was not in the mood to talk.

For the next hour, he patiently and agonizingly answered literally dozens of phone calls. There was a riot in one country. A civil war had begun in another. A new international airport opened in some nation. Another cold war between two rival superpowers who were neither friends nor foes of RB. Trade sanctions imposed on a Third World dictatorship. A Prime Minister had balanitis. A President somewhere in the Middle East stubbed his toe. The calls ranged from vitally important to insignificant to downright absurd. All of them, however, shared one thing in common: each of them brought Moua one inch closer to insanity. How he managed to retain control of himself and not go ballistic was beyond his realm of comprehension.

Finally, he finished signing a trade agreement between RB and Borman Empire. Now he could go home for the day. Now he c-

To his dismay, the phone rang again.

He picked it up. "Moua here." He frowned. "What!? Are you serious?" He nodded. "Uh-huh...uh-huh...yup...shit, the President is going to go bananas... no, no that's all right. I'll definitely look into it. Uh-huh. Sure. You're welcome. Bye."

He called President J.L.

"Hello?"

"Hello, J.L., this is Chong, I just received a call from Generic empire-"

"What about?" J.L. asked.

"It seems there is a grave crisis in that nation. Crime is skyrocketing, the Emperor has been acting increasingly bizarre lately, more and more citizens are growing disillusioned, scores of politicians have been exiled, and the Emperor seems to be growing more militant and dictatorial with each passing day. Many speculate that he is, quite literally, losing his mind."

"Damn it all," J.L. said, feeling a gnawing pang in his abdomen. The Emperor was one of his closest friends. If something was wrong...

"Sir?"

"Yeah, I'm still here," J.L. said.

"Sir, it seems that several of the exiled senators are contemplating staging a coup to topple the Emperor," Moua said. "Whether that would be justified or not is up to your discretion, but it seems like an action such as that would plunge the country into anarchy and severe political instability, with the most catastrophic consequences. However, the nation is already on the brink of total disaster. What should we do? Support these men, who seem to be acting in the best interest of their nation, and end up betraying one of your best friends? Or, continue to support the Emperor, in spite of his increasing totalitarianism, and badly tarnish RB's image in the eyes of Generia's citizens?"

J.L. found himself at a loss. He could not think of anything to say. He was speechless. "I..."

"Sir?"

"I think I'll give him a call myself. Thank you, Mr. Moua," he said.

"You're welcome, sir."

J.L. hung up. Then, he dialed up the Emperor's number. He waited patiently for his friend to pick up.

How was that post, GE?

Part Two: Artificial Messiahs

Jaskovitch had been right, they were by no means alone. From a basement in Old Beira, the seeds of rebellion had been sown, and the seeds were silently growing. That same basement had become the headquarters for the senator’s anti-stability campaign.

Midnight doings were the rule among the organization. Each morning, the Imperial soldiers would wake to hangovers, and freshly graffitied walls, bearing slogans such as “Imperialists go home,” and “Alexei is a loon.” Streets would be found mysteriously covered in flyers covered in the adopted motto of “Bear Witness.” Soldiers were perplexed, and the high command even more so, but no one bothered to pay much heed to it. Dissent was, after all, logical in an Imperial colony. The spires continued to grow, reaching ever closer to the heavens. It was at this time, that the movement, self titled the “Great Generian Democratic Movement (GGDM), decided that harsher action was necessary.

Leon Jaskovich had recently boarded a plane bound for New Port Belgrade, the Imperial Mozambique colonial port city, in order to expand the operations of the movement. Seventeen other senators had done the same in other cities. This left Casca Ivanov in charge of operations in Beira.

Tonight, Casca sat at a desk that had been brought into the basement headquarters of the GGDM. Across from him sat Cassius Soyanovich, the same man who had gotten him into this in the first place.

“Sometimes I still wonder why the hell we’re doing this.”

“Haven’t you learned anything?”

“Well, now I know what my motivation is, but I still wonder.”

“Damnit Casca. You can’t talk like that now. You’re in charge of this thing.”

“Leon is in charge.”

“You know what I mean.”

Hurried footsteps could be heard thundering down the staircase. The door burst open, and a man rushed in.

“Turn on the T.V.”

Casca turned around in the swivel chair, grabbing a television remote from the desk as he did so. He flipped on the set. The image on the screen halted his breath.
http://www.uottawa.ca/gsaed/anti-ftaa/arrest-guy.jpg

“This is GII News International, reporting live from where Imperial soldiers have just arrested a man believed to belong to the up and coming terrorist group calling itself the GGDM. The man’s name is Gaius Grachovich, a former Imperial senator. We can only assume that the man will be tried for high trea-“

Casca flipped the television off.

“Christ.”

“God almighty. How did they find him?”

The man who had entered the room spoke.

“Apparently Imperial Provincial Intelligence isn’t just the Bogey Man we thought it was.”

Casca slammed his hands on the desk.

“Christ! Do you know what this means?! They got him! They’re coming here next! We have to leave now! This has to end!”

“Casca! Calm down! So they got him. So what? He won’t talk.”

“Oh, he will talk! You don’t know Imperial Intelligence. You don’t know what they do.”

“We can’t just pack up and leave!”

Cassius leaned forward, over the desk.

“Casca, for the first time ever, we have something here. We have a foothold. We can’t let go of that just because they caught one of us. So they know we exist, but they only think they know who and where we are, but they don’t. They don’t know our faces, and it would take weeks to get that information underneath all of the bureaucratic bullshit. They can find out about this place, but we’re all over! Finding the rest of us will take time! We have an advantage here. Use it!”

“So what do you propose we do?”

“We need to hit harder. Let’s get physical with these guys. They called us a terrorist organization. Make that the truth!”

“What are you thinking?! We can’t do that! The Empire has an army!”

“So do we!”

“Look, even if we were to fight them here in the provinces, we don’t have equipment, we don’t have guns, we don’t have tanks, we don’t have ammo, we don’t have explosives. They have all of that.”

“Exactly!”

“What are you saying?”

“Casca, we’re sitting on a gold mine of weapons! This whole province is little more than a big supply depot! They have it, so we have it.”

“We need to wait, talk to Leon. You want to start a war!”

“Listen to me. If we don’t act now, they’re going to round us all up with no resistance at all.”

Casca let out a deep sigh.

“Fine, but you handle this.”

“Fine. And what of Gaius?”

“He is already dead.”

Cassius got up, and headed for the door. Suddenly he broke into a run, charging up the stairs screaming “bear witness!”. The seeds of revolution had indeed begun to grow.

In the diplomats office.
"They hanged up on me! No respect those Roach-Busterians have!"

OOC: Just to go with you post Roach-Busters.

In the office of the emperor

Nikolaos the Great was sitting in his black leather chair looking at some papers his secretary brought to him until he heard a knock on the door.

"Emperor, assembly member, Lazaris III has come to talk to you. He says its urgent."

"Very well. Let him come in."

"Emperor, I am very sorry to waste your time and come to your office without an appoitment but its very important!"

"My ears are open to what you have to say good friend."

After a few minutes of what Lazaris III had to say

"This is very serious, Lazaris. We may have to hold the biggest army draft in Greece's history. But we have a long record of holding stability through out the Balkans."

"Also the SHIA says that Generia haves a large ammount of WMD arsenal."

"Those must never be used our else the Balkans will be destroyed! I agree with you. if it comes to war the emperor of Generia must be brought down and we will be the ones to do it. We are allies with them and probably this greatest aid we can give to them. You do know that this war might weaken Greece?"

"Yes I do Emperor. For the past few years the assembly's dream was to bring Greece back to superpower status as it was back in the ancient times. But this might never happen this war does take place."

"Very well. I will try to get support from many nations. I might even have to ask help from our ennemies that brought us shame during the slave market becasuse we withdrawed by there pressure. Yes I fear I will have to ask help from Kahta and Dracun imperium. Those 100,000 Kahta M1A3 Abrams that we ordered will be very usefull. Very well then. Send out the message to the public that soldiers are wanted!"

OOC: This might be the biggest conflict my nation is going to take part.

Official Communique

To:Alexei
From: Bhalk

The Letter ahs arrived. Please send a response in a letter, if people find this things may be assumed.

About your latest post, GE: Brilliance. Sheer brilliance.

In the diplomats office.
"They hanged up on me! No respect those Roach-Busterians have!"

(OOC: RB meant no disrespect, just in case you were wondering. Moua was just having a really, really bad day)

OOC: Ya I know.

Sorry, I have to go for a few hours. Will you guys be online then?

I will since its friday and i got no school.

official Communique

To: The emperor of fair Greece
From:Bhalk

We have recived word that you have been asking for aid from Dracun Imperium and Khata. we must ask you to stop. We and our allies will handle this, that includes you. If your enemies, which are Generia's enemies get a chance to tople the emperor they won't stop there. They will take over Generia, this can't be allowed. We ask that you ask of aid from allies.

We will be constructing a wall around Generia for it's own protection. We will branch it off our wall and so it will have but one entrance to it, Borman. If you wish to enter into Generia you may go through Borman.

End Transmission

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Hundreds of workers and laborers were immediatly dispatched to wall of Generia. The wall would Start encircling Romania, the sea wall would extend into the sea and then continue onto land and encircle Bormania.

When Generia was stable Command of the wall would be given to them, at no cost.

Encrypted Imperial Communique
Double Vernon Cypher Encryption
To: Emperor Bhalk of the Borman Empire
From: Chancellor Feador Alexeevich

The Empire is disturbed, to say the least, over the actions of Nikalaos the Great. We also resent his insults to our most illustrious Emperor Alexei. We do sincerely appreciate the construction of the wall, and assure you that the Emperor's health is perfectly fine. He is completely fit to lead.

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Encrypted Imperial Communique
Double Vernon Cypher Encryption
To: Nikalaos the Great
From: Chancellor Feador Alexeevich

We assure you that Emperor Alexei is in fine health, and we ask that you cease hostilities towards our nation. We are still allies, friend.

J.L. hung up. Then, he dialed up the Emperor's number. He waited patiently for his friend to pick up.

A secretary answered the phone.

"I am sorry, but the Emperor has been ill with a case of the flu. The doctors say it is best for him to remain resting. If it is a matter of diplomatic emergency please contact Chancellor Feador Alexeevich. Thank you."

The secretary hung up.

From: Nikolaos the Great
To: Bhalk

Then we will not ask our ennemies (there really just neutral then ennemies) for help. But we will go ahead with our plan. If the emperor of Generia is unfit to lead then he will be brought down for the safety of Greece and the Balkans! Also do not listen Chancellor Feador Alexeevich he is covering up for Alexei.

From: Nikolaos the Great
To: Bhalk

Then we will not ask our ennemies (there really just neutral then ennemies) for help. But we will go ahead with our plan. If the emperor of Generia is unfit to lead then he will be brought down for the safety of Greece and the Balkans! Also do not listen Chancellor Feador Alexeevich he is covering up for Alexei.

((OOC: Check your TGs.))

((OOC: Also, if anyone wants to do some planning or know my plans for this so that they can RP it better, TG me an AIM address. It's easier than using the tg.))

Official Communique

Of course. Several things.
1. This was for Alexai's eyes only, but i suppose exceptions can be made
2.We know that Alexai is in fine healthbut are worried of uprisings and rebellions
3.Our previous requests wouuld like to be restated except to Alexeevich. Ex. Alexai needs Alexeevich's permission for WMD.

We hope that Alexeevich would not just be covering for Alexei and that if the empire becomes unstable we believe and would like Alexeevich to come to power.

Quendetur City

Empress Laurelin was finishing up some paperwork when her second-in-command, Alasse, rushed in. Laurelin looked up.

"You've got to see this." She turned to the GII network. They both watched the broadcast in silence for several moments, and the Empress began to pace around her study.

"Obviously, whatever they call a terrorist group is not an actual terrorist group. Imperial senator, high treason?"

"A rebellion, you think?"

"Alasse, I'm almost positive. The simple fact that we haven't been destroyed by the Generic Empire is living proof that their ruler is not in his right mind. How can someone so intent on crushing us change his mind that quickly?"

"I've asked myself that question many times, but I'm afraid I still have no answers."

"Nor do I, but right now, I'd like to review the intelligence reports."

"I'll get right on it."

Ft. Smith, Generic Empire

Within the vast stronghold outside the Generian capital, the phone rang on General Ross's desk.

Ring Ring

"Ross."

"General? This is Emporer Helldawg."

Ross's face changed to a startled look. Intel reports had been saying Alexei was going insane, this could be proof.

"Yes, my lord, what is your bidding?"

"Put the base on elevated alert. Nikolaos seems to be taking an agressive stance towards Alexei, however, I'm not so sure our ally is being himself lately..."

"Tell me about it," responded Ross, looking out the window toward a massive statue in the capital.

"We're not taking sides...yet. If Alexei turns out to be crazy, we'll have him killed, and replace him with another guy...again," he said, refering to the Generian Civil War.

"So, any idea what we're up against if this goes bad?"

"You already know the Generian's army strength, of course, but Nikolaos is another story. Word is, they just took delivery of 100,000 tanks. M1A3s."

"Hmm, those are pretty much the same as ours, minus the cool gun we've got."

"I know, I heled design the A5 and A4. So much for 'lazy, spoiled, no good aristocrats', hehehe."

"So, any reinforcements?"

"Not yet, we're confident ou can hold your own. Besides, we have the feeling something less than good may be happening in Japanese Antarctica. (that's right, we finnaly got the chance to begin a cold war after weeks of planning)"

"Hmmm, well, thanks for the heads up, putting the base on elevated alert."

"Good luck, Ross."

Inside the Gate of Time The HQ of the Leigons of Time clan

The Emperor sat in his office, reading reports of the war. It was going VERY smoothly. Already, 50 million Jangle Jangle Ridgians had come to their aid, it seemed as if nothing could stop them. As he sat down in his office reading a novel, he thought the heard the door open. When he turned around, however, the door was closed. A little tensly, he swiveld his chair around to face the window. What he saw, however, was a man in a dark cloak. He wasnt even sure if it was a man. What he was sure of, however, was that it was one of his spies.

"Ah, Gorvon. What news do you have from the Vale?"

The Spy lowered his hood. One half of his face seemed like that of normal person. The other, however, was covered in a pitch-black casing. The eye on that side was a bright red, and it occured to Emperor Syphonious that this amn was one of the few Kalakgiroks, or The SkyBlazers in English, that had survived the war. After a moment, the spy told what he had discovered.

"Sir, the free slaves are planning to free their brethren in the Generic Empire. Heres what they plan to do..."

After Gorvon tells the Soldiers of Freedoms plans

The Emperor was silent. He though about it for a moment, and considered his options. Finally, he spoke.

"Excelent, Gorvon. This is a fine work of Espionage that you have done. Expect and extra 100 Grand on your paycheck."

With that, the Spy flipped his hood back up and seemingly disappeared into thin air. Once he was sure that noone was there, he phoned his aide.

"Steven. I want you to send a telegram of this information that im telling you to the Emperor of the Generic Empire. Oh, and take care of Gorvon. Those Kalakgiroks will sell their information to the highest bidder. We cant let that happen, can we?"

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Secret Message sent to the Emperor of GE

To: His Imperial Grandeur Emperor Alexei I
From: The All High Lord Emperor Syphinous II

We have credible Evidence that a fairly well supported clan of freed slaves in our country is plotting to stage a slave revolt. We only have information that this will happen somewhere in Mozambique, but we also have reason to believe that the person who will start it is named Tim. These people are backed by a few strong nations, so we have decided it is in the best interest of both our nations to tell you this information. We are willign to send soem of our well-trained soldiers to aid you in putting down any revolt.

"Emperor, Doomingsland knows we are going to start a war with Generia."

"Hmmm... Why in every serious conflict we always face CAD? They are really starting to get on my nerves... But we will hold strong!"

"Also we have some good news. We got 1 million sign ups for the National Guard!"

"Good! Spread patriotic messages through out Greece and tell them our various victories against the Turks in the rebelion, the Germans and Italians in WW2! We need to there patriotic blood to run through there veins and fight like warriors!"

"Emperor, Doomingsland knows we are going to start a war with Generia."

"Hmmm... Why in every serious conflict we always face CAD? They are really starting to get on my nerves... But we will hold strong!"

"Also we have some good news. We got 1 million sign ups for the National Guard!"

"Good! Spread patriotic messages through out Greece and tell them our various victories against the Turks in the rebelion, the Germans and Italians in WW2! We need to there patriotic blood to run through there veins and fight like warriors!"
OOC:Don't worry, I don't plan on engaging your guys, we consider you an ally now, but your government doesn't have to know that...

President J.L. hung up the phone. "Damn it!" he muttered. He grabbed a list with the phone numbers of the leaders of Doomingsland, Borman Empire, Nikolaos the Great, and other nations. He decided to call them to see what their position was on the Generian situation.

(OOC: I know what your positions, are, but J.L. doesn't)

"Emperor you have a phone call from J.L. of Roach-Busters."

"Alright put him on line."

"Yes Emperor"

"So J.L. what do you want to speak of?"

Arming the Troops

The group of twelve men, clad in black, stood with their bodies pressed against the stone wall that surrounded the Imperial Armory in New Beira. One of the men produced a rope with a grappling hook attached to the end. He stepped back, twirled it above his head for a few seconds, and released it. The ‘clank’ signified that the hook had found its mark. The man grabbed hold of the rope, and began to climb. The others followed suit, leaving two behind to watch the escape route.

The facility was lightly defended, and the majority of the guards were either dozing or enjoying the women they had taken as prizes. The ten men moved towards the main building. A guard waited outside, smoking and paying little heed to anything around him. The first masked man grabbed him from behind, clasping a hand across his mouth, before cutting his throat. The door to the weapons storage area was wide open. Walls upon walls of guns, ammunition, and explosives. It was a terrorist’s dream.

“Jackpot. You two go open the main gate. The others are waiting to move.”

Two men ran off into the night, towards the large, wrought iron gate that separated the armory from the street. They moved up to the gatehouse. One of the men drew a pistol, and moved to the side of the door. The guard was staring dazedly ahead of him, barely awake. The terrorist wrapped a towel around the muzzle of the automatic, and put it to the man’s head. The soldier’s eyes snapped open, and the man pulled the trigger.

The man found the switch to open the gate, and did so. Down the street, ten vans were waiting to move. The second terrorist ran into the street, and waved his arms above his head.

Tire screeches pierced the night, and the vans burst through the gate, heading for the arms warehouse. Cassius was waiting for them. Other groups of masked men jumped from the vans, rushing inside to begin loading them full of tools for the revolution. The Imperial soldiers had been disturbed from their pursuits, and half dressed Praetorians ran out of their barracks, brandishing assault rifles. They were met with fire from their freshly armed opponents.

The battle raged into the night, as the well trained, but surprised Praetorians fired into the group of organized, but poorly trained terrorists.

“All right! We got what we came for! Move!”

Covered by rifle fire, the vans sped off into the street, leaving the Praetorians behind. A conveniently placed roadblock prevented the soldiers from tailing the cargo laden vans.

"Emperor you have a phone call from J.L. of Roach-Busters."

"Alright put him on line."

"Yes Emperor"

"So J.L. what do you want to speak of?"

"Good day, your Majesty," J.L. said. "Undoubtedly you are aware of the impending crisis in Generia. In spite of my longtime friendship with her Emperor, I have yet to formulate a plan of action. I was wondering where your nation stands on this issue, and what you believe should be done about this situation." He paused. "Oh, that reminds me, Mr. Moua offers his apologies to your ambassador. He would like to take him out to dinner as an apology. Anyway, about Generia..."

bump

"Well our stance right now is aggressive even if he is an ally. We dont want a mad person controling a huge army and having WMD at his fingertips."

Bump

OOC:What, a war and no one invited me? :D

IC: An aid comes bursting through the large double-doors leading into the President's massive office. His expression is grim...

Aid: Sir, you should know that we might a massive international incident on our hands.

R.L.: *his face hides none of seriousness expressed in his voice* Yes, Generic Empire, I know.

Aid: But sir, how could you-

R.L.:I have many inteligence sources that none but myself and a select few know about. Now, leave me. I have some pondering to do.

At once the aid runs out, wondering just what these "sources" were. (you never really find out, I'm just trying to sound sinister)
R.L. hits a button and a small keyboard and screen pop up. He begins to type.

To:Emperor Alexei, Generic Empire
From:President R.L., Ruthless Slaughter
Look, old friend, I'll be blunt with you. We do sympathize with your situation, but we're trying to cut down on the mindless war mongering.
So we are sending our 15 Black Ops to the palace for a briefing. As soon as the situation is explained, they will set out and eliminate the rebels. Understand that no one else is to know of this.

Shortly after the message is sent, 15 shadows were seen climbing into three Blackhawks which took off shortly after under the cover of darkness.

Talbitt: Alright, en route to Generian palace, ETA 30 minutes. Be on full alert, we don't know how well armed the insurgents are and for all we know they already started fighting.

Everyone replied with an "acknowledged" and then they were silent the rest of the trip, reseaching maps to get a feel for the possible warzone they were going into...

((OOC: RS, the revolution is in Mozambique.))


An Army Duels with Shadows

Beira was in an uproar. General Mikhail Greghov, who was in charge of the city, was furious. An untrained rabble had attacked an armory full of Praetorians. It was preposterous. He would not let it happen again. Martial law had been declared in the city.

Casca paced back and forth on the floor of an apartment that had become the movement’s new headquarters. He was waiting for a call. His troops were armed. Now he needed permission to use them. The phone rang.

“Casca, it’s Leon.”

“Jesus, where have you been?”

“Mabuto, stirring up more support. It seems like you’ve been busy.”

“I got your army. Just tell me what to do with it.”

“Don’t do anything yet. They’re expecting you to move. Field reports are good. In Ihambane, we got a whole garrison of Praetorians on our side. If this keeps up, I think we can fight.”

“You mean, face to face?”

“With their equipment and enough men, it’s not out of the question. Stay put for now. They’re looking for you. Stay safe.”

Leon hung up. Outside, Casca heard the wail of a police siren, followed by a low rumble. He walked to the window. A tank was rolling down the street.

“Holy God.”

They were indeed looking for him, and anyone else who might be a part of the revolution. Casca continued to watch through the window. A platoon of soldiers moved in front of the tank. One of them pointed to a building across the street. The tank turret began to move. The cannon roared, and the shell crashed into the building, concrete and flames spilling from it like blood from a wounded animal. People ran out into the street from the crumbling tower, and were gunned down by the Praetorians. General Greghov was playing hardball.

Casca shielded his eyes, from the explosion. When he looked back he watched the proceedings in horror. He had to move. They would do the same to this building, and the next, and so on. He ran to a table, grabbed some papers, and shoved them into a briefcase. He grabbed a pistol from the bed, and shoved it into his jacket pocket. Then he ran out into the hall, towards the stairwell.

There was a back entrance into the building. He scrambled down the staircase, his heart pounding in his chest. An enormous explosion resounded through the building as a shell ripped through the very apartment he had been standing in. He covered his ears, and gritted his teeth, pressing himself against the wall. He got a hold of his senses, and ran through the door, into a back alley, away from the burning building. He grabbed a cell phone from his pocket, dialing Cassius, who had become unofficial general of the rebel army.

“They just took out our HQ. They’re moving street to street, killing everything in their path. We have to hit back.”

“Alright. The army is ready and waiting for your order.”

“Tell them to go ahead. Try to get in touch with Leon. We don’t have the time he wants.”

Casca hung up. The recently armed rabble that was the GGDM army began to move. They rushed into the street, and fired from windows, doing what they could to hamper the Imperial army’s advancement. The army was caught off guard, and spent many precious minutes trying to identify the source of the fire. Beira, new and old, had erupted into the first battle.

The blackhawk was high in the air over the battle in the city between the rebels and the Generian army. The blackhawk's mission was to broadcast the battle and send it to the military to show the soldiers what the battles will be like if they do get to fight.

It all made sense perfectly: the dissolution of the senate, the sudden threat upon Eldanor, the subsequent and equally sudden resolution to that crisis, the arrest of the Senator, martial law...every single intelligence report from every single angle met at a single point: rebellion.

"You know what this means," warned Counciller Finnigan, speaking to the Overlord Eldric West. "Turmoil, distress, chaos...blood will be pouring in the streets and the collateral damage will be terrible."

"Excellent," was the curt reply.

At this the Counciller raised an eyebrow, wondering if the Lord Eldric had not gone mad himself.

"Alexei has been consumed with his love of power," said the Lord Eldric. "He has driven his country into instability and will listen to nobody's counsel. He is beyond hope. The aggrieved Imperial Senators, or some of them, seem to be trying to bring about a change. Well, better them than a larger band of angry civilians."

"But could war break out?"

"Very likely. In fact, I think we'd better step up our intelligence in the area. The Kischmark-Gindales Bureau (the first two are random words made up on the spot, but this is so named for an obvious reason) operatives, they are already there?"

"Yes, m'lord."

"Then give them the command to execute."

"Yes, m'lord."

With a sigh, Counciller Finigan swept away to issue the executive orders.

The Battle of Beira

Cassius took cover behind a building. He pulled the clip from his AKM, and loaded a fresh one. Another man ran down the alley towards him.

“Cassius! Blackhawk circling overhead.”

“Damn. Give me that.”

The soldier took the RPG off of his back, and handed it to Cassius. Cassius peered around the corner, spying the helicopter. He took the RPG, and rolled off into the center of the street. The chopper paused, and the former senator took aim. He pulled the trigger, and the rocket slammed into the side of the Blackhawk. Chunks of flaming metal fell to Earth.

Cassius ran back towards the alley. A bullet caught him in the side of the leg, and he fell to the pavement. The other man ran into the street, firing wildly at the Praetorian on the other side. The man went down. The rebel grabbed Cassius, and dragged him into the alley. Cassius groaned.

“Damn. Fucker tagged me.”

“I’ll get someone. Just stay put.”

The rebel ran off into the alley. Cassius picked up a rifle, and waited, as the blood flowed from his leg, pooling, and trailing off towards a nearby storm drain.

A lone RAH-66 flew low bettween the buildings in the embattled city, starying on station, and providing Imperial forces with close air support were needed...

The wall has been completed around part of Romania, they are now orking on building a sea wall. This wall is much like that of Borman except not as many soldiers on top.

Official Communique

To:Alexei or Alexeevich
From:Bhalk

Would you like yours or our soldiers manning the wall? If there is a civil war our troops will hold the wall freeing space for your men to fight. And if there is a civil war almost noone from Generia will be allowed to leave excluding your side and family.

((OOC: RS, the revolution is in Mozambique.))


An Army Duels with Shadows

Beira was in an uproar. General Mikhail Greghov, who was in charge of the city, was furious. An untrained rabble had attacked an armory full of Praetorians. It was preposterous. He would not let it happen again. Martial law had been declared in the city.

Casca paced back and forth on the floor of an apartment that had become the movement’s new headquarters. He was waiting for a call. His troops were armed. Now he needed permission to use them. The phone rang.

“Casca, it’s Leon.”

“Jesus, where have you been?”

“Mabuto, stirring up more support. It seems like you’ve been busy.”

“I got your army. Just tell me what to do with it.”

“Don’t do anything yet. They’re expecting you to move. Field reports are good. In Ihambane, we got a whole garrison of Praetorians on our side. If this keeps up, I think we can fight.”

“You mean, face to face?”

“With their equipment and enough men, it’s not out of the question. Stay put for now. They’re looking for you. Stay safe.”

Leon hung up. Outside, Casca heard the wail of a police siren, followed by a low rumble. He walked to the window. A tank was rolling down the street.

“Holy God.”

They were indeed looking for him, and anyone else who might be a part of the revolution. Casca continued to watch through the window. A platoon of soldiers moved in front of the tank. One of them pointed to a building across the street. The tank turret began to move. The cannon roared, and the shell crashed into the building, concrete and flames spilling from it like blood from a wounded animal. People ran out into the street from the crumbling tower, and were gunned down by the Praetorians. General Greghov was playing hardball.

Casca shielded his eyes, from the explosion. When he looked back he watched the proceedings in horror. He had to move. They would do the same to this building, and the next, and so on. He ran to a table, grabbed some papers, and shoved them into a briefcase. He grabbed a pistol from the bed, and shoved it into his jacket pocket. Then he ran out into the hall, towards the stairwell.

There was a back entrance into the building. He scrambled down the staircase, his heart pounding in his chest. An enormous explosion resounded through the building as a shell ripped through the very apartment he had been standing in. He covered his ears, and gritted his teeth, pressing himself against the wall. He got a hold of his senses, and ran through the door, into a back alley, away from the burning building. He grabbed a cell phone from his pocket, dialing Cassius, who had become unofficial general of the rebel army.

“They just took out our HQ. They’re moving street to street, killing everything in their path. We have to hit back.”

“Alright. The army is ready and waiting for your order.”

“Tell them to go ahead. Try to get in touch with Leon. We don’t have the time he wants.”

Casca hung up. The recently armed rabble that was the GGDM army began to move. They rushed into the street, and fired from windows, doing what they could to hamper the Imperial army’s advancement. The army was caught off guard, and spent many precious minutes trying to identify the source of the fire. Beira, new and old, had erupted into the first battle.

After a massive course change and few adjustments to the time continuum, the Blackhawks reached thier destinstion: the government building. The Black Ops, in their jet black body armor and All Purpose Vision Enhancement Helmets (APVEH), making it appear that they had glowing green eyes, looked something loose out of hell. As the choppers took off, the group approached the guard who looked scared shitless. One of them, adorned with a gold band on his right arm, stepped forward.

Talbitt: I assume our message got across. We're here for the briefing.

Somewhere in around Greece's border

"Blackhawk down! Blackhawk down!"

"What!?! Who shot it down? The rebels or the Generians?"

"It was the rebels."

"We are going to blow them up from the air! They won't know what hit them!"

Meanwhile a few minutes away from the battle a blackhawk camp was set up.

"Roger that."

"Come one move all 8 blackhawks out. We are going to blow some rebels up!"

All 8 blackhawks took off and headed for the battle. Once they made it there they spotted a group of rebels heading for a building.

"Gun them down before they enter the building!!!"

Two of the blackhawks started gunning them down while the others where chasing more rebels.

The wall has been completed around part of Romania, they are now orking on building a sea wall. This wall is much like that of Borman except not as many soldiers on top.

Official Communique

To:Alexei or Alexeevich
From:Bhalk

Would you like yours or our soldiers manning the wall? If there is a civil war our troops will hold the wall freeing space for your men to fight. And if there is a civil war almost noone from Generia will be allowed to leave excluding your side and family.

Official Imperial Communique
To: Emperor Bhalk and The Borman Empire
From: Chancellor Feador Alexeevich

Generian soldiers will be manning the wall. We thank you, once again.

Chancellor Feador Alexeevich
Appointed Chancellor of the Imperial Congress

Inside the city of Maputo

Seventeen hooded figures were in one of the many back-alleys in the city of Maputo. Whenever a Tank would drive by, the men would hide. Once a small group of men came into the alley, but they were soon disposed of. The men in that alley were discusing something very important, the freedom of slaves.

One of the men took out a map. He began to point out places of interest.

"Alright men, we will strike here, here, and here. We must do it during heavy fighting, so that we aren't detected. Agambo, how goes the recruitment?"

A fairly large man stood up and began to talk.

"It seems you were right, sir. There are still areas, expecially poor ones, that still like the Lightning Star. They are also greatly motivitated by our quest to free the slaves. We already have around 72 men, all ages 17-36."

"Alright, thats good. Illichen, what about weapons?"

"We have around 50 AK-47's and around 10 RPG-7's. We also have around 30 something pistols, as well as a technical. If we dont get any new men, im sure that we could arm what we have. Besides, we can pick up more weapons on our raids."

"Alright. Naftan, have you managed to meet with the rebels yet?"

"Not yet sir, ut i have sent out a messenger to try to establish a meeting."

"Good. Ok, people, heres the deal. We meet up here, at the Casa da Cultura. These Generians have probably destroyed most of it, making it a prime place to hide. We plan the rest of our attack from there."

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Secret IC:

The Soldiers of Freedom cell in this area has sent out several messangers to try to set up a meeting between the Rebels and our guys. We believe that a Union between both our groups could prove productive for both our sides. We have extensive knowledge of Mozambique, seeing how we have controlled this land for over 300 years. We could also rally alot of Mozambiquans to your banner, seeing how we are still relatively popular here.

Official Communique

TO:Alexei or Alexeevich
From:Bhalk

In the event of a civil war would you like our soldiers to man it while yours fight?

Also it will have a gate house allowing entrance to Borman. Although either side can initiate lockdown sealing the gate house and all inside.

end transmission

Cassius sat there, bleeding and waiting, the AKM clutched tightly in his slightly trembling hands. The sounds of battle raged around him. The sound of a man rushing up the street met his ears. He was sure that it was the soldier who had gone to fetch him medical aid. The man rounded the corner. It was an Imperial Praetorian. Cassius raised the gun to the surprised man, and unloaded on him, blowing him backwards into the street. The rest of his platoon saw the body go flying, and rushed towards the alley. The group rounded the corner. Cassius, freshly reloaded, opened up on these men as well.

The bullets flew through the air. There were three Praetorians. Two were slain by bullets to the throat. The other took three in the leg, and one in the lower abdomen. Cassius fired until he heard the sound of dry firing. The one surviving Praetorian looked at him. Cassius stared back, his finger clicking the dead trigger. The Praetorian raised his rifle. It too was empty. Cassius sighed, relieved, until he saw the Praetorian reaching towards a holster. The man withdrew a pistol, aimed it at Cassius’s head, and pulled the trigger. Cassius slumped forward, and the gun fell to the ground. The Praetorian grunted, and fell back, dead.

Cassius sat there, bleeding and waiting, the AKM clutched tightly in his slightly trembling hands. The sounds of battle raged around him. The sound of a man rushing up the street met his ears. He was sure that it was the soldier who had gone to fetch him medical aid. The man rounded the corner. It was an Imperial Praetorian. Cassius raised the gun to the surprised man, and unloaded on him, blowing him backwards into the street. The rest of his platoon saw the body go flying, and rushed towards the alley. The group rounded the corner. Cassius, freshly reloaded, opened up on these men as well.

The bullets flew through the air. There were three Praetorians. Two were slain by bullets to the throat. The other took three in the leg, and one in the lower abdomen. Cassius fired until he heard the sound of dry firing. The one surviving Praetorian looked at him. Cassius stared back, his finger clicking the dead trigger. The Praetorian raised his rifle. It too was empty. Cassius sighed, relieved, until he saw the Praetorian reaching towards a holster. The man withdrew a pistol, aimed it at Cassius’s head, and pulled the trigger. Cassius slumped forward, and the gun fell to the ground. The Praetorian grunted, and fell back, dead.

OOC: Ouch, thats gonna leave a mark...

The blackhawks continued gunning down the rebels soldiers. Sometimes Generians might have been mistaken for rebels but not that many where shot down. The blackhawks where making the rebels retreat while the Generians where chasing behind them.

"We got them on the run commander!"

"I know. That will teach them a lesson not to mess with us again!"

The sea wall is nearing completion and work is beginning on the wall wrapping around the rest of Bulgaria. Once it connects with the Borman wall around Macedonia the wall will be given to Generia and completly surround their homeland.

Nickel wasn't his real name, just his assigned operative code. He was refreshing himself in a cafe in Beira, but the unimposing thirtysome man in the black suit was quite ready for a war.

After he was done, Nickel proceeded to walk the streets of the city - a dangerous game, but he hoped he wouldn't look too conspicuous. Just in case, he used his training to dodge and hide in corners, carefully proceeding from one place to the next. There were quite a few operatives in the area, so it was imperative that they hid well.

The pounding of tanks and cannon fire grew louder, and when he turned the corner he found himself looking at a war zone. Imperial tanks and soldiers were toppling buildings and ruthlessly slaughtering all the people that came out. He grimaced. He was struck by nostalgia for the days when he was involved in a full military conflict by West Scotland, where he could call in a RAH-66 strike at a moment's notice. No such look here. He was isolated, alone.

He was surprised to see the smoldering ruins of a helicopter, and scratched the last thought. Perhaps a RAH-66 strike wouldn't have been prudent after all. There were certain advantages to covert operations.

At last, he sprang into action, having taken a good survey of the situation in front of him. Rushing among the chaos, he spotted a man he knew from photographs to be a former imperial senator, sitting on the ground, bleeding, hopelessly firing a mass of enemies. He watched in horror as one of the surviving enemies raised his rifles and began to fire at the slumped senator.

"No!"

'Nickel' dived forward, and in a single fluid motion drew his Walther from his back holster, equipped with the latest Carswell derivative silencer, and fired. If he was lucky, he'd hit it, but he couldn't look. He hit the ground, rolled over, and immediately rised, gun at ready if he needed to fire again.

--

Nickel was actually one of the last operatives to reach the scene. Several others were already there, including one, nick'd 'Cobalt', a resourceful youth in his late twenties, who had made use of every dead body he found. He found himself on the outskirts of the battlefield, equipped with an M-16 and dressed in semi-imperial Generian, semi-rebellion attire, and with a FIM-92 stinger launcher at ready.

Handy, too, because there was a helicopter in the area pounding the rebellion . He activated the Stinger, locked on, aimed, and fired as quickly as he could. He knew the helicopter would track him, so regardless of whether he hit or not, he ran and ducked into the nearest hideout area.

"Commander there is a soldier there that just shot a injured Generian! He dosen't look like a rebel."

"Kill him. He is probably helping the rebels."

The blackhawk turned around and headed toward Nickel. The gunner was taking aim to shoot him.

Nickel immediately registered the fact that a helicopter was fast approaching. The steady sound of the rotors was growing louder, and he knew he had to move fast. The rebellion couldn't have rebels here, and if luck was with him, the helicopter was coming after him.

Running was useless, so instead he dragged the body of the senator into the ruins of the building, trusting the semi-collapsed roof as shelter and trusting that the clumsy Blackhawk would take time to manuever into position. Meanwhile, he frantically searched for a place to further sheild himself while alerting his fellow operatives of the situation.

Talbitt: A man of few words, I see. Ah, well, we'll-

He hears the sound of gunfire.

Talbitt: Let's move!

The group moves like shadows, completely unseen, toward the sound of shooting. The guard is still standing there not knowing what the hell just happened.

I'm back. Could someone give me a brief summary of what happened since I left? Thanks!

My Lord? General Curtis here...just receiving the latest sitreps. We're going to need a lot more support in Beir.

"Ah, but I thought ahead," replied the supreme ruler of West Scotland. "The military that was mobilized has been deployed, several hours ago, via the navy, to oversee the situation in case WS needs a response. Stealth fighters have been scrambled as well, though they need more time and refuelling to get there. Support is on its way, in other forms, General...in due time, in due time."

"God, but if you would just tell me beforehand," said the General exasperatedly. "Nevertheless, we ought to be thankful that you always think ahead. Our guys are outmanned and outpowered."

"Aren't they?" said Lord Eldric, a curious smile on his face.

The Bormanian share of Maputo watched as a war raged in the Generian controled area. Soldiers sat in the Trench including Sgt. Paulie.

"Shouldn't we be doing something to help the generians?"

Paulie tossed his empty bottle and looked at him, "Have you ever played Halo? Do you know what an elite is in Halo. Those Praetorians are like Elites, they will kill any humans in their path, they have even killed other praetorians. With Generia being as unstable as it is and Praetorians killling Praetorians you wanna go help 'em. Go ahead be my guest, i'll tell your family what happened."

The private leaned back in the trench and tightened his grip on his gun, "I guess so."

All of a sudden an explosion was seen in the air as the silouheted line of a helicopter went down.

"Jesus."

"I'm closin my eyes, watch for me."

OOC: I actually am going to sleep. I'm gonna be gone till tuesday so any attack on me or my men will be ignored and depending on person they may or may not be ignored.

Casca once again found himself pacing back and forth, this time in the basement of an apartment building in New Beira. He was surrounded by masked rebel soldiers. His phone began to ring.

“Casca, bad news. Cassius is dead. One of our boys left him alone to go get him some treatment, and some Praetorians found hime.”

“Shit! Who left him alone?”

“Can’t really tell. The body’s FUBAR.”

“They got him too?”

“Yeah. Bullets all over his face, and his chest is ripped open.”

“Jesus.”

“We’re getting hammered all over the place. I don’t know if our boys can keep it up.”

“Then we have to break it off. You’re in charge now. Get the men out of the city. I’ll get in touch with you.”

“Roger.”

Casca hung up. He dialed Leon.

“Leon, bad news. Cassius’s dead, and we’re getting beaten senseless out here.”

“Don’t worry about. Get your men outside of Mabuto. I have a nice surprise for you. We can beat these scumbags.”

Leon hung up.

Across the city, the rebels withdrew, fleeing towards the hills, and abandoning their positions. Casca went with them, riding in the back of a van towards Mabuto.

Paulie tossed his empty bottle and looked at him, "Have you ever played Halo? Do you know what an elite is in Halo. Those Praetorians are like Elites, they will kill any humans in their path, they have even killed other praetorians. With Generia being as unstable as it is and Praetorians killling Praetorians you wanna go help 'em. Go ahead be my guest, i'll tell your family what happened."

((OOC: lol. Good analogy.))

"Sarge, i hear somethin."

THe motor of a van grew louder as a van drove near Bormanian positions fleeing the city.

"Open fire!"

Akm, M60, 50 cal. and more hit the vans as they drove off. Hundreds of pops were heard and if any of them were tires Paulie couldn't be sure but he ordered both platoons there out of the trench and towards the van that was slowing down. With guns ready they went forward as the men behind the bags covered them.

((OOC: lol. Good analogy.))

Im serious. I was getting a glass of water thinking of what they reminded me of so much. I knew it was somethin then it just popped into my head.

Slowly, the KGB units withdrew, as stealthily as the could possibly manage, mingling or hiding as they could. There were twenty that had been assigned to the city, and the number now was seventeen. Cobalt - their operation general leader - expressed concern.

'Fox and Dolphin are dead. Where's Nickel?' he said. Nobody seemed to know.

"Sarge, i hear somethin."

THe motor of a van grew louder as a van drove near Bormanian positions fleeing the city.

"Open fire!"

Akm, M60, 50 cal. and more hit the vans as they drove off. Hundreds of pops were heard and if any of them were tires Paulie couldn't be sure but he ordered both platoons there out of the trench and towards the van that was slowing down. With guns ready they went forward as the men behind the bags covered them.

Casca was thrown from his seat as the van swerved uncontrollably, bullets ripping through the sides. The driver tried to keep the vehicle under control. As it spun, Casca caught sight of the Borman patrol.

"There! That way!"

"What that way!?"

"Go straight through them!"

"They'll kill us!"

"They'll kill us if they catch us too!"

"You're the boss!"

The driver turned the vehicle straight for the patrol. Casca and the driver ducked their heads, as the sound of screeching metal filled their ears. The soldiers opened fire, the bullets shattering the windshield. The van kept moving, going straight through the group of soldiers as they dived out of the way. The driver turned, and sped off after the rest of the army.

The Commanche, callsighn Griffen 2-6, flew low between the buildings, strafing feeing rebel troops with cannons and FFARs. At one point, a rebel with an RPG came out of an allyway to find himself facing a Commanche. He shouldered his RPG, but was chopped in half from a 20mm round. After one patrol, he came upon a black-clad group. The co-pilot zoomed in, and found a golden eagle insignia on their uniforms.

"This is Griffen Two-Six, we are on stand by for close air support for any RS forces, over," he said over the radio.

All of a sudden, a large crowd of poorly armed rebels came charging out of an allyway, but after 5 FFARs and 100 20mm rounds, the ground was fetilized with their blood, limbs, and brain tissue.

'Nickel' cursed to himself, lying sprawled under the shattered roof of a broken down apartment building. The senator he had dragged with him was dead, body mutilated. Why had he bothered dragging it in with him? The bullets of the helicopter hit all around him, and on top of him. He was right - the collapsed roof proved to be a sheild, but the cracked pieces of cement fell right on top of him. Had he taken bullets? He wasn't sure, the pain in his legs was already too overwhelming.

He glanced around. Apparently this was some sort of rebellion stronghold. He looked at the floor. An automatic rifle. Loaded. He grimaced. At least he was still armed with firepower more than just of the handgun caliber.

-

'Crap, we're going back to retrieve Nickel,' decided one of the operatives, Gopher. He would lead two others in the city later that night for the operation, unless it was cancelled by Cobalt. Unfortunately they would have to wait until nightfall, until after the battle had cooled.

The rest of the KGB scattered.

OOC:Thats a god-mode, how dod you know if my soldiers fired, joking.

IC: THe mounted machine guns on the sandbags opened fire on the fleeing van as the reforming platoons fired back. It looked as if the driver and maybe someone else was shot as the van swerved and almost crahed but regained itself and drove off.

"Well i think we got one."

"Who were they."

"Not generians."

"Shouldn't we tell, we could have them surrounded or hit with missiles."

"Nah. I think we wont be able to find 'em, plus i kinda want the rebellion to start. THat way Generia can crush it and prove Alexei isnt weak when crazy."

What'd I miss?

As the Black Ops reached the armory, they found the battle was already over.

Talbitt: DAMMIT! I hate it when "Good Ol' R.L." can't be bothered to give us better briefings as oppose to leaving it to whoever. Oh, well, can't be helped.

He leads the group up to a Praetorian.

Talbitt: Hey, soldier, what'd we miss and whicih way did they go?

OOC: Roach you didnt miss anything. The battle is still going with me attacking from air with 8 blackhawks.

IC: "He took shelter in that building."

"No problem use the missiles on the building to collapse it."

The pilot turned the blackhawk again to face the building when he pressed the button and 2 missiles from the both and right and left side of the blackhawk flew straight at the building.

IC:

Inside La Casa Da Cultura

The sounds of battle raged outside of the buildign only a few blocks away. Inside the ruined building, there were 150 armed men. Most of them had AK-47's, with a few RPG-7's and a few M-16's and Uzi's. They were in a circle, except for a few who were looking out for Generian Troops. In the center o fhte circle there was a tall-looking man. He had a Yellow Berret on his head, and he was in full army gear. The man began to speak.

"Alright, men. Heres the deal. We are to find any Rebel soldiers and assist them. Right now, we have no idea where the slave camps are. If we were to assist the rebels, we could gain key information. I must warn you, these Praetorians are well armed and well trained. During the war, they simply slaughtered our soldiers. But that was before they began to kill each other. They're still dangerous, but not as much as before. This is the day we've been training for this last month, men. Lets go out the..."

"SIR!" a watchout interrupted "Theres a large detachment of Generians coming down the road!"

"Alright men, Battle stations, battle stations. Hurry, Get on the Technicals!"

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Coming out of the building were around 20 technicals, full to the brink. They zoomed down the road, shooting at any Generians they could find. They eventually ran into a large detachment of Generians. A fierce fight ensued, and the Lightning Starians had to fall back. They dismounted their technicals, and blew them up so that the Generians would get confused, thinking that maybe some of their tanks were there. It was almost a sure thing that someone would be sent to investigate, so the men fled as fast as they could.

OOC: Is there any place you would like my guys to help the rebels, because it looks like they need some help...

General Albus sat in his command post in the Mozambiquien city of Inhambane. All around the country seemed to be going up in flames as the Generic Empire battled what seemed to a break-away element of the Generian Army.

"So, are we to assume that there has been some sort of split in the Generian Army? Its a preposterous notion, any dissent in that nation is crushed with an iron fist, is there any other possible cause?"

His aide Major Jeffrey stood in the corner over some maps of the Cities of Maputo and Beira. With outlooking up he replied

"Well, there is some intelligence which suggests that memners of the disbanded senate may be leading a resistence movement, which is an intriguing possibility as we do have 3 million troops in-country."

"yes, yes it is" replied the General and he stroked his chin thoughtfully, "get me Major Yardly."

The special forces commander in Mozambique strode into the room with allthe confident swagger that a 10 year-veteran of the most elite unit in the Concordiat could muster,
"you rang, sir"

Used to this kind of arrogant behaviour from his subordinate the General shrugged it off

"Yes, Major, apparently this little spat we have going on inside Generian holdings is due to some ex-Senators. I want you and your teams to head into Maputo and Beira and make contact with the rebel leaders, give them some arms and supplies, sound them out on their intentions and then report back to Inhabane, we may be able to work something out with these leaders. That is all.

The Major walked a little less confidantly out of the room, the burden of this extremely dangerous assignment weighing on him.

In 3 hours, the teams 45 men in all, dressed as natives, had baorded their transports to the borders of Concordiat territory. 2 teams headed into Maputo and 2 teams headed in Beira. By the next day they had entered the cities and began to look for their targets

OOC: Roach you didnt miss anything. The battle is still going with me attacking from air with 8 blackhawks.

IC: "He took shelter in that building."

"No problem use the missiles on the building to collapse it."

The pilot turned the blackhawk again to face the building when he pressed the button and 2 missiles from the both and right and left side of the blackhawk flew straight at the building.

Gunfire was one thing, but missiles were quite another. With his crushed leg, Nickel was quite unable to squirm into the basement. The impact of the blackhawk's missiles was tremendous, and obliterated the building entirely. Tons of smoldering cement slammed down on Nickel's body. He had no chance.

-

Meanwhile, Cobalt, seeing the situation in the city, called off the expedition of the KGB to retrieve Nickel. 'If he's alive, he'll get out. There's way too much enemy firepower there to risk a retrieval. The stealth fighters and the navy are on their way. Gopher, scatter.'

And so the entirety of the spies left to seek other places of interest in Mozambique.

((OOC: I'm not feeling so well today, so my IC posts in this thread will probably not be frequent. I want to wait until I can think a bit more clearly before I continue.))

((OOC: Sorry for any blaring mistakes. I'll edit it later.))

And So They Dueled with Titans

The van careened over the plain, kicking up dust as it went. The driver, a man named Abraham, had taken a bullet in the arm. Casca had wrapped a piece of cloth around the wound, but the blood was beginning to soak through, dripping onto the seat.

“Can you get us there?”

“I’ll be fine. If we don’t make it, we’re finished. Those Borman soldiers don’t fuck around.”

The van crested a ridge, temporarily leaving the ground. It came back to Earth, but the lack of tires caused Abraham to once again lose control. The vehicle swerved left and right, finally rolling over onto its side.

Casca recovered, climbing out of the smashed side window. He walked around to the driver’s side, looking in at the man. His face had slammed into the steering wheel, and a shard of glass had pierced his left eye. He was not moving.

Casca stood up, and looked around at the plain. A cloud of dust appeared over the horizon. The glare from the sun made it impossible to make out the vehicle. As it drew closer, however, it became clear that this was a friendly technical, the emblem of the revolution emblazoned on the doors.

The vehicle pulled up alongside Casca and the wrecked van.

“Senator Ivanov! Senator Jaskovich sent us to pick you up. What happened here?”

“Bormanese soldiers shot the van up. It flipped when we were making our way to your position.”

“Get in. We’ll take you to Leon.”

Casca climbed into the back of the technical, and they were off. It was a quick trip to Jaskovich’s position, and on arrival, Casca was astounded by the glorious sight that awaited him.

An army had assembled upon the plains outside of Mabuto. Four hundred thousand strong, dredged from the dissenters in every major southern city. Leon had indeed been busy.

The technical pulled up in front of a tent, that had become the command center for the operation. Casca got out of the vehicle, and walked towards the tent.

“Casca! You’re alive. Good God, I though you had joined Cassius.”

“What is this? Where did they come from?”

“You mean our army of the revolution? Mabuto mostly, and some northern cities. The guns came from Beira. You weren’t the only one who raided a few supply depots.”

“And you think they will fight?”

“I know it. They have our same sentiment about the colonial government. Come, we must discuss plans. Time draws short, and the Imperial army draws near.”

Casca was led into the tent. Maps were strewn on tables everywhere, covered in markings. Leon walked towards one of the tables, and cleared the papers away.

“The Imperial army has been stirred up by your actions in Beira. They have assembled a large detachment here to engage our army, and put the revolution to an end. This is their last resort, Casca. They’re afraid. We’re going to split the army in two, and hopefully engage them here, on this plain. You will take the first detachment of about 100,000 soldiers. This way, we can catch them off guard, make them think they are dealing with a much smaller force. They don’t suspect this kind of attitude towards their occupation, and they’re hoping for a very quick and easy battle. We intend to prove them wrong. We need to move now, before they get any closer. Your men are waiting. Go.”

Casca saluted in an almost joking fashion, before turning and leaving the tent. His men were assembled in rough rank and file. They cheered their General as he approached them.

“Senator Ivanov, We’ll take you to our command post a few miles north of here. The army will follow.”

A technical pulled up alongside Casca.

“Your chariot.”

Casca gave a dry smile, before getting into the back of the vehicle. The truck sped off, and the army of 100,000 followed. At the other end of the plain, 500,000 Imperial soldiers were marching. Unbeknownst to either side, the clash of these two armies would be so great as to echo for thirteen years.


“Senator, the army is in place.”

“Senator Jaskovich’s forces?”

“Ready and waiting.”

“The Imperial army?”

“Unsuspecting.”

“Fine. Then give the order.”

“Yes, sir.”

The rebel army began to move, marching to the center of the plain to meet their adversaries. As the Imperial army crested the ridge, they beheld a mass of 100,000 rebels, screaming wild war cries into the hot desert air.

General Mikhail Greghov, commander of the Beira garrison, had been placed in command of the Imperial army. He had 500,000 Imperial soldiers to his command, 300,000 of them Praetorians. He smiles as he beheld the rebel assembly through his binoculars. A pitifully ragged sight they were, brandishing AKMs, and shouting in unorganized rage. This would be too easy.

“Praerorians! Advance!”

The Imperial forces began to move, their footsteps a drumbeat on the dust caked ground. Tanks rumbled alongside the Phalanxes, turrets swiveling back and forth, searching for targets. The rebels held their ground. The Imperial footsoldiers broke into a trot, sweat drenching their brows in the hot sun. The rebels appeared slightly less confidant, but still stood their ground. The armies drew nearer.

“Praetorians! Charge!”

The Imperial army took off in a full sprint towards the rebel line. The rebel commanders tried to keep order.

“Hold your fire! Wait for it!”

Several rebels opened fire on the charging mass of soldiers. The commanders tried desperately to keep the force organized, but to no avail. The rebels opened up, emptying clips at the charging enemies. The Praetorians continued the charge.

“Fire!”

The tanks opened up, shells splitting the Earth and sending mangled bodies flying. The Praetorians slammed into the lines, butchering with cold steel. The rebels attempted to fight back, but it was useless.

Suddenly, Leon’s second division moved in from behind, cresting a ridge, and charging down towards the armor column. The cavalry had arrived, with rocket propelled grenades.

Tanks exploded as stinger missiles, adapted for anti-armor purposes, and rocket propelled grenades slammed into their treads. The rebels charged across the plain, to rescue their comrades.


“Casca! Your men flee!”

“What!?”

“The army is decimated. The men are routing!”

“What of Senator Jaskovich’s men?!”

“The Praetorians have nearly destroyed them. Senator Jaskovich led them himself, and now he is nowhere to be found. The battle is lost!”

“Christ! Leave me.”

The man left the command tent. Casca sat down on a chair. He put his head in his hands, before looking upwards, as if pleading with fate. He stood up, and walked towards a table. A knife stuck out of the wood. He picked it up, and ran his fingers over the blade. He raised the knife, and plunged it into his heart. He fell to the floor, his blood dribbling down his clothes, and pooling on the floor.

The aid ran back into the room, observing the awful sight. The movement had died with its leaders.

Major Yardly, lay prone on the dusty desert plain. He had personally lead his team into the heart of the fiercest fighting in Maputo. Now he was disgusted by what he saw, Generian Preatorians ruthlessly massacring the rebel, forces. What had once been a force of 100,000 was down to a few terrified units of 5,000. The rebels, it seemed though, had one more trick up their sleaves.

A second rebel army crested the hill behind the Generian forces, catching them off-gurad and managing to destroy some armour units. But they too were quickly destroyed by the Generian forces as tanks wheeled around killed with their treads and guns. The Generic Empire's army took no prisoners.

After the last gunshot echoed in the dusk, Yardly swiftly formed up his team and with a breif radio message sent all the other teams back except one, which would stay and report on the aftermath. He moved silenty back to his team's commandered truck and headed for the border. Whatever this rebel movement was, and who ever was leading it didn't matter, they had all died on the dusty plains outside Maputo.

Outside the city of Maputo

The Lightning Starians had fled the city after they had recieved words that the revolution had failed. Only 36 of their freedom fighters had survived. They camped a few miles away from the city, in a nearly deserted area. The surviving men had gathered to talk about what to do in their current situation.

"I say we return to the Lightning Star, we are of no use here!" said a Sergent.

"We must stay. We may have suffered one minoe defeat, but now we know the limits of the Generian Army. We can see that they are far more unpopular than we thought. This rebellion fell becasue it was un-trained and it fought lieka regular army. We cannot do that. If we were to raise and train an army of slaves, and we fought a guerilla war, i have no doubt that we would last FAR longer than this rebellion." said the Captain who commanded the mission.

"Alright," said the sergent. "We need to call in for back-up operatives though. We cannot raise an army with 36 men."

OOC: Generia, i notice you're spelling Maputo wrong. Its not Mabuto. Even the people who LIVE in Mozambique spell it Maputo. Its the offical name.

The blackhawks regrouped together after killing many rebels. They started scouting around the area.

"Commander there is another battle going down there!" point the pilot.

"Alright tell the others to get down and to start assisting the Generians."

"Yes commander."

The blackhawks got close to the escaping rebels as they where gunning them down.

OOC: Generia, i notice you're spelling Maputo wrong. Its not Mabuto. Even the people who LIVE in Mozambique spell it Maputo. Its the offical name.

((OOC: Thanks for catching that for me. I don't know why I keep spelling it like that. I knew it was Maputo. I think Mabuto was the name of a character I had in another RP. I must have been been confusing the two.))

((OOC: Thanks for catching that for me. I don't know why I keep spelling it like that. I knew it was Maputo. I think Mabuto was the name of a character I had in another RP. I must have been been confusing the two.))

OOC: NP. Oh you may have heard this fifty bagillion times, but you make good post :D!

From Heavenly Stature: The Fall of The Empire, Volume II

Part Three: A Blow From the Heavens In the Form of A Man

Chancellor Alexeevich was pacing, his footsteps echoing through the hall. He found himself standing before the great ornamental doors of The Imperial Chamber. He contemplated entering, but thought better of it. Footsteps resounded behind him, and he spun to see who it was. A servant, rushing about, taking care of the mundane duties of the Imperial household. For a fleeting second, Alexeevich almost envied the lowly staff. Though maybe he and the servant were not so different. He dismissed the thought as madness, and resumed his pacing.

The great doors cracked open, and a bishop clad in black walked out into the hall.

“You have finished?”

“Yes.”

“How was he?”

“His mind, Chancellor, oh how I suffer for him! He raves like a lunatic, the great man. How could it be?”

Alexeevich breathed deeply.

“We are all confused, Father.”

“Pray for his sanity.”

The bishop walked off down the long hall. Alexeevich walked through the slightly open doors. Alexei was standing near the window, staring out at the city. The Chancellor approached him.

“Dear Chancellor, look out at this wonderful city, and tell me you do not see beauty?”

Alexei sighed deeply, his face full of sadness and regret.

“We have truly made this land great, you and I. Behold the spires, the obelisks, the great alabaster pillars rising so high into the night. I fear that it is lost on everyone but me. Our armies are great, our battles perfect, like scenes on a stage. Our Empire works like an orchestra, so smoothly, and so beautiful to see, and I the Conductor. Yet, Alexeevich, the sounds are so atrocious. The violins screech, the cellos wail like dying dogs. How can this have befallen such a great artist?”

“What do you mean, my Lord Emperor?”

Alexei turned smoothly to face Alexeevich.

“I am aware, Chancellor of what is happening. I know what the world thinks of me. If popular opinion were truth, then I would be a stark, staring madman. Even you, my dear Feador, would have me to be out of my mind. Is this not true?”

“No, your grace! I protest!”

“Silence! I am neither blind, nor deaf, nor stupid. I know everything. But Chancellor, you are forgiven, for you are as the rest of them, incapable of comprehending what I see. If only they could see. If only. Oh, how the orchestra would be mended! How her Conductor would be saved! But, alas, it cannot be so. Our great blooming desert, Mozambique, the pain she causes me! My very own senators, turning their eyes blind to necessity. Can they not see the Empire is ill? Can they not see that the only way to save her from certain death is through my sole rule? Why must they be blind!

Feador, my friends, our friends, our allies, they conspire against me. They seek to seal my fate, to bring down this land that I have forged from solid rock! They are power hungry, Chancellor. They seek nothing more than to reach out and snatch my crown from me. They are no better than our enemies, who would burn me, and laugh as they did so! Oh, why, how could it befall me, to be assigned such a fate by God? How wouldst I offend him so?

It pains me, Feador, it pains me greatly, but we must carry on, continue with our plans for greatness. It is only through perseverance that we may prevail, show our once-friends and the Almighty that we are still deserving of honor. We must seek out a great place among the stars, so that the world may know how wrong they were. An ocean of evil stands before us, Chancellor. We must stand to face it. Will your loyalty remain, or shall your heart falter. ‘Tis your decision alone.”

“Lord Alexei, my loyalty to Generia is unwavering, and to her Emperor, absolute.”

“I know, Chancellor. Then we must prepare to weather a storm.”

Alexei turned back to the window, staring out, once again, at the white city he had built.

"Lazaris, did you got any word from the battle or about emperor Alexei?"

"No word about emperor Alexei but we have learned that the rebellion did not succed. The rebels greatly lost against the Imperial soldiers."

"At lest those are good news but what I msotly want to know is how if Alexei's physical and mental health coming along. Did the blackhawks surivived the battle?"

"Unfortunatly 1 of them was shot down by a bazooka but the other 8 made it. They are heading back to Greece when they learned that Euroslavia declared war on us."

"Alright. Now we just have to wait."

"Only time will tell what will happen next..."

[OOC - Holy Shit! You cannot do this kind of stuff to me. Now I am completely out of the loop. Care to summarize?]

OOC: Btw, Mozambique isnt desert. Its actually a Savanah.

IC:

Inside A Generian Slave-camp.

For five years Tim had toiled under the harsh rule of the Praetorians. During the Invasion, the Generians had destroyed is entire village, and he was the only one spared. Oh how he wished that he could have joined his family in the afterlife. But it was not to be. For 5 years, he toiled on the White Obelisks that embodied so much evil. Every single second of those five years, he planned. He planned to rid this fair land of his birth of the Evil that was Generia. The only way to do so was to gain the respect of his comrades. He did that by being the least submissive of the slaves. It would take 10 armed praetorians to get him to work. He bore the scars of the torture chambers, where they would try to break him down. They had even hung every single one of his friends to try and break him. All it did, though, was solidify his hate for Generia. He had earned a nickname amoung the Slaves and Guards alike, Bloodstone. The name was given to him because of his obvious lust for the blood of Generia, and the fact that he was as hard as a rock, who never surrendered to his Masters will except for when he deemed it needed. Thats why he was no better choice to lead the slave revolt.

They had come during the night, three shadowy figures. As they approached him, he suddenly awoke and turned to face them. They revealed that they were working to free him from the slave camp so that he could lead the revolt. At first he was skeptical, and thought that if he abandoned his place that every one of the slaves would suffer. But then the burning hatred came back, and he agreed to escape.

They had escaped within 5 minutes. The men who had rescued him were covert ops of the highest degree. The slave camps were lightly guarded, so it wasnt much of a problem. They only had to kill 2 guards to escape, and their bodies were dealt with quickly.

After getting to the other side of the wal that surrounded the camp, they ran for about a mile. Then they hopped into a technical and drove away. Looking back, Tim saw the Searchlights had been activated and then he heard gunshots. Once they had reached the point where they could no longer see the camp, Tim went into deep meditation. He was finally free, and now he could start to plan his revenge.

OOC: I hope you dont deem this a GODMOD. It just seems to me that the slaves wouldnt be THAT well guarded. Plus this guy is vital to my plans.

[OOC - Holy Shit! You cannot do this kind of stuff to me. Now I am completely out of the loop. Care to summarize?]

((OOC: As much a summary as I can muster. It will help to read the first few of my posts for the basic idea of what is going on, but basically:

The Empire is unstable. it is commonly, but secretly believed that the Great Emperor Alexei is in poor mental health, unable to run the Empire. Several former senators (Alexei disbanded the senate, as you probably know) gathered to conspire, and plan a resistence in Imperial colonial Mozambique. The movement grew, and started a war with the Imperial army garrisoned there, culminating in an epic battle during which the rebel army was completely annihalated. Senator Jaskovich was slain in battle. Senator Casca committed suicide, effectively destroying the resistence movement. We are now in Volume II, Part 3 of The Fall of The Empire. TG me with mroe questions, or if you need mroe information.))

OOC: Btw, Mozambique isnt desert. Its actually a Savanah.

OOC: I hope you dont deem this a GODMOD. It just seems to me that the slaves wouldnt be THAT well guarded. Plus this guy is vital to my plans.

((OOC: By 'desert sun' I was just trying to imply oppressive heat. Also, I'll accept this, because it seems like an integral portion of the story.))

[OOC - So where do I come in?]

[OOC - So where do I come in?]

((OOC: That's your decision.))

[OOC - So where do I come in?]

OOC: Its up to you.

[OOC - I do not have time to read the old posts, but will look out for new posts, and base my decisions on those.]

Thirty miles out of Maputo

They had been driving all night. The three men revealed themselves to be Arkon, Jifstiun, and Ralf. They said that they were representatives of the Soldiers of Freedom Clan, a group of free'd slaves whos goal in life was to free as many slaves as possible. Along the way to the secret HQ of the slave-rebels, Tim told the men to drive down a road he saw.

The men turned down the road. After around 10 minutes of driving, they came upon a tunnel. They drove down the tunel which looked as if it hadnt been used in years. Once they reached the other side, they came upon a large structure. It was in ruins. Its white walls were pokcetmarked with holes, and a statue of the Prophet Muhammed was missing its head(The Lightning Starians had initiated a plan to convert the entire Empire to Islam). Behind the building was what looked to be a destroyed village. Buidlings were in ruins, and there was piece of rock everywhere. After a few minutes, Tim got off of the technical and walked around. After a few more minutes, he came to a house. He entered the house, and saw to his horror skeletons on the floor. He picked one up, and one his way out of the house he picked up a spade. He then dug a hole, put the skeleton in it, and covered it up. He did the same for the four other skeletons in there. Once he had finished, he knelt down. And then he did somethign no one had seen him do for 5 years. He wept.

Once he got up, no one spoke. He lead the men to a secret compartment in the giant white building, and inside were 2 trucks, laden with weapons. He got in one, while Ralf got in another. The two remaining hooded men got in the technical and then they drove to the secret Slave Rebel HQ.

OOC: This may seem liek a pointless post but i was in the mood for a sad one.

The Son

Alexei had five sons and two daughters by his wife, Empress Natasha. The eldest, and heir to the Imperial Throne was Tiberius. He was a hard man, a great general, and utterly ruthless when leading his Praetorians.

Tiberius, as heir to the throne, occupied a separate palace in the White Citadel, across from the Imperial Palace. Today he sat on his own throne, lost deeply in thought. His sister, Alexia, stood before him.

“Tiberius, father is not well.”

“I am aware. God damnit! The whole country is aware!”

“You are the first born. It is your duty to handle things.”

“What do you want me to do?! This is scandal. Pure scandal.”

“Brother, he is not fit to rule.”

Tiberius sighed heavily.

“I know.”

“If he continues like this, the Empire shall fall a shambles.”

“Your point?”

“You must not let him continue.”

“What do you want me to do!? Kill him?”

Alexa turned her head to the side, smiling oddly.

“You are sane, Tiberius. He is not. An Empire as our own cannot be ruled by an impaired man.”

“Jesus! I can’t kill the man!”

“By refusing to act, you endanger us all! You betray the Empire!”

“He is my father!”

“He is insane!”

Tiberius rested his head on his chin, and scowled.

“I know. Damnit, I know.”

“Tiberius, you must think of the Empire. You are the heir to the throne. If you come to power, then you can revoke all of this madness.”

Again, Tiberius sighed.

“Go! Leave me to my thoughts.”

Alexa turned and walked out of the chamber. Tiberius considered what had been spoken. Perhaps it was necessary.

The Father

Chancellor Feador Alexeevich stood outside the door to the Imperial Chamber. He heard footsteps echoing down the hall, and turned to see who approached. It was Alexia, eldest daughter of Emperor Alexei.

“Princess Alexia.”

Chancellor Alexeevich bowed deeply.

“Chancellor. May I enter?”

“Your father is resting. He is not feeling well.”

“I come to bring him something to relieve his aches.”

“Ah, I fear it is more than aches that plague you father.”

“God only knows, Chancellor, but still, may I enter?”

“I suppose he will not mind.”

“Thank you Chancellor.”

Alexia opened the doors, and stepped into the darkened room.

“Father?”

Alexei was lying in bed. Upon hearing his daughter’s voice, he sat up.

“Alexia. It has been a long time. Do you not see fit to visit your father while he is ill?”

“I apologize for not coming earlier. I have been absent, on affairs of state.”

“Affairs of state? What affairs are these that my daughter is required to attend to them.”

“Important affairs.”

Alexei chuckled.

“Of course.”

“I have brought you something.”

Alexia walked over to a bedside table. She picked up a glass of water, and filled it. She then removed a small vial. She removed the cork, and poured the contents into the glass, stirring the concoction with a small spoon.

“Here, father. Drink this tonic.”

Alexei took the glass, and eyed his daughter with suspicion.

“What is it?”

“What’s the matter? Do you not trust your own daughter?”

Alexei continued to eye her with suspicion, but lifted the glass to his lips, and drank the contents.

“There. That should help to end the suffering that plagues you, father.”

“I feel better already, darling. Now, go and leave a man to his rest. “

Alexia gave him another odd smile.

“Of course, father. Do enjoy your rest.”

She then turned and began to walk towards the door. Outside, a great commotion could be heard. The sounds of a man shouting burst into the chamber. Alexei sat up slowly, a dazed expression on his face.

“What is that?”

Alexia continued to walk towards the door. As she reached it, Tiberius burst into the room, Chancellor Alexeevich desperately trying to restrain him. Alexia walked casually past, smiling. Tiberius’s eyes followed her, a look of shock on his face. He then looked to Alexei, and the empty glass by his bed. He ran towards the man, kneeling down beside him.

“She-“

Alexei sat up, looking at Tiberius.

“Well, my son. What brings..you..here?”

His speech was slow, his words slurred. Tiberius took his father’s head in his arms, and looked upwards.

“I am too late. Father, rest now. There is nothing more to do.”

Alexei looked up at his son, a quizzical expression on his face. Suddenly, his features contorted into an expression of extreme pain. He gasped for air, and began to thrash wildly. Tiberius tried his best to restrain him, to calm him in the last moment’s of his life. Alexei gasped, and tried to speak, his voice a croak.

“Tiberius! You- You’re killing- Me! Let- Leave- Let go!”

Tiberius removed his hands, a pained expression on his face.

“Father, it was not me who brought you this fate.”

Alexei stopped thrashing, and his body and face relaxed. His hollow eyes looked back up at Tiberius.

“I would have given you the world.”

Alexei’s eyes glazed over, and his head fell to the side, Tiberius still holding his dead father’s head in his arms.

Nikolaos was in his office signing some papers on military budget increase when all of the sudden Lazaris bursts into his office.

"Emperor! I just got news that Alexei died a half an hour ago!"

"What!? How did he die? Did somebody kill him?"

"I do not know yet but someone beat us to him. But I will try to find more information. I am going to go speak with the chancellor now."

In Lazaris's study room

"Hello. I would like to speak with the Chancellor of Generia now!"

Chancellor Alexeevich paced back and forth in the Imperial throne room.

"How could she do this? Why?"

A man walked up to him, and handed him a phone.

"It's for you sir."

Alexeevich took the phone.

"Yes? What is it?"

"Hello. This is Lazaris III the Greek Assembly speaker. I have heard of the death of Alexei and if you are the chancellor of Generia can you please tell me how he died?"

[OOC - All actions in line with my newest thread (http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=354652).]

0900 Hours; Presidential Palace; Grenval City, Grenval

The self-appointed President of Grenval paced his study studiously. He ran his fingers through his ashen hair. A bald man, with a head painted red rushed into the room. Delvin, the President, fronwed at the man's scarlet temple. He ran his hand through his own grey hair, as if to confirm it was indeed, still there. The scarlet man announced himself and told Devlin the news.

"Sir, it seems the troubles of Generia have escalated."

Delvin frowned more deeply, saying, "What troubles?"

The scarlet man replied, "Has no one told you sir? As the scarlet man proceeded to fill in the President, who, all the while, frowned and rubbed his ash-grey hair. The scarlet man finished with, "And what sir, do you plan to do?"

A strand of hair fell from Devlin's head. He caught it frantically in the air, and placed it atop his head once more. Looking at the scarlet man all he could think to ask was, "Is that the fashion among young people?" waving his hand at the red head. The President should have known it was not, as he too was young, but he asked.

The scarlet man avoided the question with his own question, "Sir?"

"Yes, yes. Have my advisors tend to the matter. There are other things at head..." Devlin coughed quickly, unmistakably quickly, to cover up his wording. To take the scrutiny off his cough, the President became indignant,"Be gone!" his voice rising. As the scarlet man left the room, Devlin, the President, took from a dusty drawer a white key, leaving a clean outline admist the dust inside the drawer.

"Hello. This is Lazaris III the Greek Assembly speaker. I have heard of the death of Alexei and if you are the chancellor of Generia can you please tell me how he died?"

"How do you know he is dead? Who told you?"

"Lets just say I have my sources. So can you please tell me how he died?"

"Lets just say I have my sources. So can you please tell me how he died?"

"Lazaris, the Empire is not well, and it is not safe to discuss matter over the phone like this. If you do indeed want to know the full story, then we must meet in person. We must not let the information of the Emperor's death spread to others. This is a sensitive matter. There is a small cafe in downtown Generia City. Have someone meet me there. It is called 'The Republic.'"

Chancellor Alexeevich hung up.

Lazaris decided to meet the chancellor personally. He walked down a street where he found the cafe "The Republic". He walked in and took a table and order a coffee for himself. He didnt come unarmed incase the chancellor tried to pull a smart move on him. He came with a .50 calibur Desert Eagle pistol.

Lazaris decided to meet the chancellor personally. He walked down a street where he found the cafe "The Republic". He walked in and took a table and order a coffee for himself. He didnt come unarmed incase the chancellor tried to pull a smart move on him. He came with a .50 calibur Desert Eagle pistol.

Loyalty Repaid With Blood

Chancellor Alexeevich walked down the street, keeping his head down. He wore dark sunglasses to protect his identity. These were dangerous times. He walked into the cafe, and located the table at the back where Lazaris was sitting. Alexeevich walked towards the table, and took a seat.

"Lazaris?"

"Yes I am Lazaris. Have a seat. What would you like to drink? And why are you wearing those dark sunglasses?"

"Yes I am Lazaris. Have a seat. What would you like to drink? And why are you wearing those dark sunglasses?"

"These are bad times. It is unwise for one such as me to reveal my identity, but I can remove them for now."

The Chancellor did so, and ordered a cup of coffee from a waitress. He then turned back to Lazaris.

"As you are no doubt aware, these are troubled times in Generia. The Empire is falling apart, and now our Emperor is dead. No one knows this yet, as it would spark panic, but yes, it is indeed true."

Chancellor Alexeevich leaned closer to Lazaris, keeping his voice low.

"It was no accident."

"If it was no accident then who did it?" whispered Lazaris.

Ft. Smith

"Sir, we have multiple reports of various engagments between Imperial and rebel forces. The imps appear to have them on the run."

"Not sure weather this is a good thing or a bad one... I'm starting to think Alexei is insane too." just then, a soldier entered the room, and saluted.

"Intel report from the High Command, sir."

"Thank you, corporal. You are dismissed." he said, sending the young man out.

He opened up the report, and within it was the transcript from the phone conversation Lazeris had with Alexeevich.

"So, the old man's dead...this could get ugly," he muttered to himself.

"What? How?"

"Not sure. We'll have too find out for ourselves. I want a man on that conversation, ASAP. We have men on leave in the city, yes?"

"Yes, sir. And they're doing a great job blending in, most have even learned the language. I think the DLIS has a man there too, and he's probably on it..."

Across the street from the restaurant

Agent Smith, alias Gary Toby, sat in a building across the sreet, in anoter restuarant. He had sight of Lazarus, and the other man, who he didn't recognize. He took out his laser mic, disguised as a pen, and pointed it at the men, looking as if he was minding his own buisiness and having a drink. He began transmitting...

"If it was no accident then who did it?" whispered Lazaris.

"We haven't let anyone in for an autopsy, as we can't let word get out that he is dead, but I am near positive he was poisoned."

Alexeevich looked around, scanning the cafe. Unfortunately he missed two men in black trench coats and dark sunglasses, who were watching him from a table across the room. Alexeevich turned his head back to Lazaris.

"His daughter Alexia is the only possibility. It could not have been his son. I was with him as Alexei died."

The two men who had been watching the Chancellor got up, and began to walk towards the table where he and Lazaris were sitting. As they drew close, their hands dove into their coats, and ripped out submachine guns.

"Traitor!"

The men opened fire, a hail of lead slamming into the table, Alexeevich,a nd anything in the path of the bullets. Alexeevich rolled over, the blood leaking from his wounds. The clicks of dry firing were heard, but the job was not finished. The men began to reload, but Alexeevich reached into a holster hidden under his bloody jacket, and withdrew a Desert Eagle. He unloaded a clip at the two. A bullet slammed into the face of one of the men, dissolving it in blood. The other caught a bullet in the arm, his weapon falling to the floor.

One of the injured man tried to take his weapon back and kill Lazaris but before he can do that Lazaris pulled out his deagle and insterted a few bullets in the man's head.

"Damn it!"

Lazaris ran to the chancellor. He checked his pulse but nothing was showing."

"Call the paramedics or the officials" he yelled at one of the waitresses.

The agent looked across the street to the fire fight, and decided it was time to leave. He had gotten what he had came for. He payed for his drink, and walked out to the embassy.

Lazaris left the cafe before the officials can come. He headed toward the White Citadel where he hopes he will find answers. He went up to the guards and told them that he had a meeting with Alexei and that he is a diplomat from CAD. Since the gaurds didnt know he was dead and that they where apart of CAD too they let him in. A servant was passing by when Lazaris pulled out his deagle and aimed it at her.

"Do you know where Tiberius son of Alexei is?"

The servant was so scared that she lead him to a room with out saying a word.

"You may leave now and tell nobady that I am here."

Lazaris opened the door of the room and entred where he saw Tiberius sitting in his chair.

"You there. Tell me everything you know about your father's death" said Lazaris while aiming the deagle at him.

Lazaris left the cafe before the officials can come. He headed toward the White Citadel where he hopes he will find answers. He went up to the guards and told them that he had a meeting with Alexei and that he is a diplomat from CAD. Since the gaurds didnt know he was dead and that they where apart of CAD too they let him in. A servant was passing by when Lazaris pulled out his deagle and aimed it at her.

"Do you know where Tiberius son of Alexei is?"

The servant was so scared that she lead him to a room with out saying a word.

"You may leave now and tell nobady that I am here."

Lazaris opened the door of the room and entred where he saw Tiberius sitting in his chair.

"You there. Tell me everything you know about your father's death" said Lazaris while aiming the deagle at him.

A Praetorian came up behind the official, and wrestled him to the ground, disarming him. The Guard tossed the gun to Tiberius, who had jumped out of his chair at the sight of the assailant. He aimed the pistol at the man who was still lying on the floor.

"You have exactly three seconds to explain yourself, before I shoot you in the face."

"I am here from Greece to investigate the death of your father. I need this information because if I do not get it the Generia you know will be destroyed! Now please tell your guard to release me."

"I am here from Greece to investigate the death of your father. I need this information because if I do not get it the Generia you know will be destroyed! Now please tell your guard to release me."

Tiberius contemplated whether or not to kill the man.

"Fair enough. Get up."

Tiberius put the gun on a table next to him, but kept his hand on a jeweled saber that hung at his waist.

"I need to know who killed your father and why. From what the chancellor told me he said your sister killed him. Oh and that just got me to my second question. Who ordered the assination of the chancellor."

Lazaris kept looking at his gun on the table and that jewel saber that hung at Tiberius's waist. He was in the army before and was very quick and he though he might be able to get the gun in time if he needed before Tiberius is able to draw out his saber.

"The Chancellor is dead? Why did I not know this!? Praetorian! Get me details!"

The soldier saluted and rushed out of the room.

"I suppose Alexeevich told you everything. Bastard... I knew he couldn't be trusted."

Tiberius's eyes snapped back to Lazaris.

"But I did not want him dead! Since you already know, I might as well clear things up. Yes, he was murdered. Alexia poisoned him. I trust you know the consequences if word of this gets out?"

"Well at least she beat it to- I mean nothing. Well I am not familiar with Generian lawys but I am planning to get the word out to the Assembly back in Greece. Now if you kindly give back my gun I would be able to leave now."

"Well at least she beat it to- I mean nothing. Well I am not familiar with Generian lawys but I am planning to get the word out to the Assembly back in Greece. Now if you kindly give back my gun I would be able to leave now."

"No, man! Do you not understand?! If word got out, the consequences would be complete hysteria! Chaos in the streets, looting, rampages! This very city is a powderkeg! Listen, I am the first born son, heir to Alexei's throne. I did not want him dead, but now, due to Alexia's imprudence, I am thrust into an unenviable position. My brothers will see this as an opportunity. I am surrounded by enemies. Good God, man! We stand ont he verge of a war unprecedented in magnitude and devastation. If this Empire goes under, so do the Balkans. We must keep the death concealed until I have time to organize things."

"First of all never say that the Balkans depend on Generia. Second I must report this to the Assembly. You also cannot hide the death of your farther forever. Do you not think that people and your brothers and sisters won't notice that the emperor is nowhere to be seen. But if you accept help from Greece they will help you in securing the throne for you."

Lazaris found this was the oppurtonity and snatched his gun before Tiberius can pull out his saber. He loaded his up and made sure there wasen't any guards behind him this time.

2030 Hours; Presidential Palace; Grenval City, Grenval

The scarlet man found Devlin atop his delivered-this-morning oversized couch. Devlin frowned, as he did so often these days, and the scarlet man took this a permission enough to enter the room.

"Sir, I was recently informed we have a few spies left in Generia, after the corporate wars. Perhaps we could have them gather intelligence. There are rumors amongst our allies. Deadly rumors."

The President nodded. The scarlet man, doubtful Devlin had heard a word, departed the room silently, and informed the Minister of Intelligence.

The Doom Citadel, Doomingsland

"So, what do we do?" asked the emporer to one of is aids, "if word gets out Alexei's dead, there will be anarchy. That would devastate the region. From what the intel reports say, it was his own daughter. I guess we should get someone the throne...who's the heir?"

"His oldest son, sir."

"Good, get him on the line, I need to speak with him. I doubt they even know we know about this, hehehe."

"First of all never say that the Balkans depend on Generia. Second I must report this to the Assembly. You also cannot hide the death of your farther forever. Do you not think that people and your brothers and sisters won't notice that the emperor is nowhere to be seen. But if you accept help from Greece they will help you in securing the throne for you."

Lazaris found this was the oppurtonity and snatched his gun before Tiberius can pull out his saber. He loaded his up and made sure there wasen't any guards behind him this time.

Tiberius drew his sword the instant Lazaris snatched his gun from the table. There they stood, Tiberius with his sword at Lazaris's throat, Lazaris with his gun aimed at Tiberius's head.

"I suppose that puts us in a spot now, doesn't it?"

Government of Wirraway-Intelligence Section

The director finished scanning the still warm printout from the Balkans Division Bureau Chief. It took a little bit of time for the idea to fully register in his mind, the Empreror was dead. There was no one at the helm of the vast Generic Empire and soon enough it would start to spin out of control. "yes" he thought to himself, "spin out of control."

Only a fool would pass up an oppurtunity as great as this one. He began preparing a breif for the Generals. It laid out the plan of that he believed the Concordiat would be most wise to follow.

The situation in the Generic Empire is worsening daily, we have just received intelligence that suggests that Emperor Alexie is dead. The spies we have left over from our fairly recent near-war with the Generic Empire over Shoobooshaaba are still trying to determine the cause of death. With Alexie gone I fear the Generic Empire will go with him, leaving with us with some intriguing scenarios. Currently our forces our spread about our colonies, its is my reccomendation that we muster the full might of Concordiat Armed forces to take advantage of the situation and whatever possibilities present themselves. Of course we will take only a token amount of soldiers from Mozambique but we must strip our other colonies. If they are attacked and lost, so be it because will have the opportunity to grab the biggest prize of all, the remains of the Generic Empire

Tiberius drew his sword the instant Lazaris snatched his gun from the table. There they stood, Tiberius with his sword at Lazaris's throat, Lazaris with his gun aimed at Tiberius's head.

"I suppose that puts us in a spot now, doesn't it?"
"Yes it does. But by tomorow morning Greek soldiers will be flooding Generia. Do you really think Greece will let such power as the Generic empire to fall into anarchy? I dont think so. So you have two choices tell all the Generians that Alexei is dead or keep hiding his death but you won't change the part where the Greek soldiers come in."

The phone rang in the office of Tiberious...

Lazaris was still aiming the gun at Tiberius but used his other hand to pick up the phone that was near him.

"Hello? Who is this?"

"This is Emporer Helldawg of Doomingsland. Put Tiberius on please."

"Shit, its the emperor from one of the CAD nations." Lazaris thought in his head.

"Tiberius is very busy right now so you can call back later."

"I don't think so...put the damn gun down." he replied, looking through the live video feed of the room, conveniently brought to him via a Darkstar drone.

"I got to get one those for my office."

"Well I am not putting down the gun until he puts his saber down. Anyways what do you want?"

"OK, here's an idea. Both of you put your weapons down, and throw the phone over to Tiberius."

"Not until you tell me what you want. Because Tiberius and I are discussing important matters that involve the Generic empire."

"I was just going to tell him we know about the death of Alexei, and wish to help support his assent to the throne, you asshole. Now put the damn gun down before I push the red button on the drone!"

"So it looks like CAD can only solve problems with guns. Well no need to use your drone I am putting my gun away."

Lazaris puts his gun back to into its holster and passes the phone over to Tiberius.

OOC: We will have to wait for GE to come online now.

"Thank you for being so coopretive," he laughs to himself, due to the fact that the drone was unarmed, and he was bluffing.

Tiberius resheathed his saber and took the phone.

"Who is this?"

"This is Emporer Helldawg. I am just calling to express my support for you, and to keep you and the Greek from decapitating one another. We will assist in your ascent to the throne in any way possible."

"This is Emporer Helldawg. I am just calling to express my support for you, and to keep you and the Greek from decapitating one another. We will assist in your ascent to the throne in any way possible."

"Fine, fine. Just keep those damn Greeks from invading."

Lazaris walked out of the room unnoticed, left the city and headed for the blackhawk that brought him here.

"Commander give the order that the invasion will begin."

"Yes sir!"

Lazaris went on the blackhawk and they headed back to Greece.

"Fine, fine. Just keep those damn Greeks from invading."
"Well, since there's a relatively stable government now, I'd be happy to obligde...so, why are they still invading if Alexei is gone? Something tells me they have other intentions."


Ft. Smith

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP...

The base was officialy put on Red Alert, and the troops locked and loaded. Tanks, IFVs, and aircraft were manned, infantry loaded onto vehicles, and the air defences were put on full alert.

The massive 25 million man Concordiat army which had been patiently waiting in the homeland suddenly sprang into action. Orders were passed down through the chain of command and units readied for immediate deployment to the Generic Empire.

Fleets quickly steamed out to sea and the radar defense net around the Concordiat came online. Massive amphibous transports docked and began loading the massive army. It would take a about a week to fully load the army, but the leading units of about 3 million man force were already moving out to sea. The time had come for the Concordiat to fully persecute the situation.

OOC: Generic, where is your nation located in the Balkans. And I posted the military mobilization in an earlier thread.

Part Four: An Heir Strives For Control

“Alexia, what in God’s name were you thinking! The Chancellor could have been useful!”

“He was too much of a liability. I know what I’m doing. I got you power, didn’t I?”

“You killed our father!”

“It was for the good of the Empire.”

“What are we supposed to do about this mess we have on our hands? What of our brothers, and sister?”

“We shall release the news soon, and you shall be ready to take the helm. For now, I will manage affairs of state.”

“You? What do you know about politics?”

“I killed our father.”

“That makes you a murderer, not a politician.”

“The two are similar.”

“Just make sure it goes smoothly.”

“You must relax, brother. Things are entirely under control.”

Alexia left the room, leaving Tiberius to pace restlessly. Two days later, Tiberius appeared on the balcony of his palace, facing White Square to announce his father’s death and his ascension to the throne.

“People of Generia! My father, your Emperor is dead!”

Gasps of horror and loud weeping could be heard from the crowd.

“As his eldest son, and heir to the throne, I have the God given duty to ascend the throne. Today, I shall become Emperor of Generia.”

The sobbing continued, penetrated by a few cheers.

“As much as it pains me to say this, our Empire is not well. Barbarian hordes draw nearer our gates at every passing moment. Our armies are disunited. It will take a strong ruler to bring this nation together again under one crown. I am that leader!”

The sobbing had lessened, and more cheers went up from the crowd.

“I ask you to stand by me as I ascend to this unenviable duty. You must give me your support, or we shall surely falter.”

Tiberius saluted the gathered crowd.

“For Generia!”

The crowd joined him in the last portion of the slogan.

“For God!”

Tiberius turned, and walked off, into the palace. His position was indeed not one to envy. He was not a leader of nations, but much more comfortable on the battlefield, his Praetorians at his back. Alexia was waiting for him.

“You did well, brother.”

Tiberius continued to walk, ignoring Alexia. He made his way to his chamber to rest and prepare for the ceremony.

The massive 25 million man Concordiat army which had been patiently waiting in the homeland suddenly sprang into action. Orders were passed down through the chain of command and units readied for immediate deployment to the Generic Empire.

Fleets quickly steamed out to sea and the radar defense net around the Concordiat came online. Massive amphibous transports docked and began loading the massive army. It would take a about a week to fully load the army, but the leading units of about 3 million man force were already moving out to sea. The time had come for the Concordiat to fully persecute the situation.

OOC: Generic, where is your nation located in the Balkans. And I posted the military mobilization in an earlier thread.

((OOC: Wirraway, this is pretty meticulously planned, and I can't have you ruining it by taking over my country, so either every last man of your army shall perish, or you break off the invasion.))

The Phalanx army was marching toward the the Greece-Bulgaria border. 200,000 in total of Hoplites will be fighting. The Hoplites are the most feared soldiers through out the Balkans. They are the elite in Greece and are trained from the age of 10. They learn first how to use the sword and the spear and then they learn how to drive all sorts of vehicles and use different weapons. They are probably as strong the Generian Praetorians but probably even stronger. Also 300 M1A2 tanks are following the army. Blackhawks will also be used in this invasion. Obviously not all 200,000 hoplites where marching at the same time. Most of them where garrisoned near the Bulgaria border because Nikolaos was planning this from the start.

OOC: My bad, i'll call it off, do you still want me to participate in the thread or should I just let you guys do it.

OOC: My bad, i'll call it off, do you still want me to participate in the thread or should I just let you guys do it.

((OOC: No, by all means participate, but this is definitely going somewhere, and I don't want to lose alot of hard work by getting occupied.))

OOC:25 million strong? Wouldn't most of them be logistics guys?

OOC: well .05 percent of my population is 30 million, so I subtracted the logistics from that to get 25 million soldiers and 5 million logistics guys.

OOC:5 million logistics guys wouldn't be enough, unless you're not using tanks.

OOC: Okay, I'll just keep my army in my country.

For some un-known reason the invasion had been called off, the fleets returned and soldiers returned to the boring routine of everyday life. Some said that the opposing force had been under-estimated, others just thought the Generals got cold feet and cursed the cowardice of their leadership.

To deal with sustaining a 25 million man army for an indefinite period of time units were rotated in and out and Wirrawayan industries while they waited to be activated.

Wirrawayan spy planes however, were dispatched to the borders of the Generic Empire to see what intelligence they could glean from radio transmissions and pictures.

OOC:5 million logistics guys wouldn't be enough, unless you're not using tanks.

OOC:I'll adjust it down then, to a 22 million man army with 8 million in logistics.

OOC:I'll adjust it down then, to a 22 million man army with 8 million in logistics.
OOC:The logistics guys would have to outnumber the actual combat troops to actualy work, unless you're using primitive, not-so-advanced, Soviet-built crap. If you're using modern weapons with advanced electronics and such, you would have to have more logistics than combat, that's how it works. My garrison in GE is about 18000 combat personel, and 20,000 support.

OOC: aha, well then I will change my force numbers accordingly, but everyone in this thread has to follow those rules about logistic outnumbering soldiers or else I'll have like a 12 million man with 13 million in logistics, facing a 30 million man army with no thought of logistics.

The Heir And The Demi-God

Tiberius sat in a gold ornamented chair, stroking his brow as he contemplated his situation. Suddenly the door was thrown open and a man burst into the room. He stormed up to Tiberius’s throne, his face hidden by the shadows of the dark room. As he stopped before Tiberius, he lifted his head, revealing a man of twenty, his delicate features weathered by years of leading his armies across the Empire.

The man was Alexius, Tiberius’s brother. He was second in line for the throne, and felt more than anything envy for his brother. Despite his hotheadedness, he was a great warrior, having slain more foes on the field of battle then any soldier in the Imperial army. His skills with the saber were unmatched, as was his thirst for war.

“Tiberius! What in God’s name is going on! Why was I not informed that Alexei was dead?”

“Peace, Alexius. These are dangerous times. We thought it best to keep the knowledge guarded.”

“We? Who else knew of this?”

“Your sister, Alexia.”

“You told her!”

“She was the first to know…”

“What are you talking about? Tiberius, I hear talk I the corridors. Strange talk. Talk that would have me believe our father did not die of natural causes.”

“He died in his sleep, as you already were told.”

“I don’t believe it. I think maybe you know something else that you would keep from me.”

“There is nothing more.”

“You lie. Murderer.”

“Alexius, honestly, I don’t know what you-“

Tiberius was interrupted by Alexius drawing his saber, and leaping towards the throne. Tiberius dived to the side, knocking the chair over. He got to his feet, and drew his own sword.

“You murderer!”

Alexius attacked, and Tiberius countered, the clang of metal audible in the hall outside. They battled with the fury of Hector and Akhilleus, lunging and parrying, stabbing, slashing, longing to spill the other’s blood. Alexius saw an opportunity and thrust his sword through a hole in Tiberius’s guard. The saber slashed Tiberius’s cheek, and blood began to dribble down the side of his face. Alexius readied himself for the kill blow.

Suddenly, the door was thrown open, and three Imperial Praetorians rushed Alexius, tackling him to the ground, his saber falling harmlessly to the floor. As they dragged him away Alexius screamed in fury.

“This is not over!”

Tiberius ran his hands along the bloody wound on his face.

My lord, Alexei is dead, and Generia going to pieces...there are rumors, m'Lord, of sinister works, that Alexei did not naturally die...will we do nothing?

Eldric rested in his chamber in silence, pondering the words spoken to him by the Chancellor Padmosa. He was troubled by the situation in Generia, but there was nothing to do. Disgusted at his own decision to send in intelligence operatives into a war zone with no backup, he had called back the stealth bombers and ordered the fleets to stand down. He wanted to do something, but what, he could not know.

**

Dawn broke on a chilly autumn morning. The usual sounds of chirping birds was absent, and the cold of winter was already being heralded. Most of the citizenry were fast asleep, but capitol hill was bustling.

The supreme overlord Eldric, having rested and cleared up his mind, was still at a loss as to what to do in Generia, or if to take no action at all. However, when he awakened that morning he was struck with a desire to speak to the new Emperor.

"I wish to speak to the Generian Emperor," he said to his aides. "Get me Tiberius."

And So It Began

“Do you, Tiberius Alexius, accept the great duty bestowed upon you by your father, Alexei Jaroslav, Lord of Generia?”

Tiberius was kneeling before the Bishop in the Imperial Cathedral of the White Citadel. His face bore fresh bandages covering the wound left by his brother’s sword. He was dressed in the finest Ceremonial robes the Empire could produce. Tiberius bowed his head, and spoke.

“In the name of Alexei, I accept the duty of Emperor.”

The bishop turned to a man who stood beside him, holding a crown. He took the crown, and held it above Tiberius’s head.

“Then in the name of Generia, I crown you Emperor Tiberius I.”

The bishop placed the crown on Tiberius’s head. The new Emperor stood. The bishop took a saber with a jewel encrusted hilt from another man on his left. He presented the saber to Tiberius. Tiberius took the sword, and removed it from its sheath. He turned to the assembled crowd of nobility, and held the saber above his head. The crowd cheered and applauded, and Tiberius replaced the saber. A man rushed forward, took the scabbard, and attached it to the Emperor’s waist. A group of Imperial Praetorian guardsmen assembled before their Emperor, saluted, and turned towards the door. They began to march down the aisle, Tiberius following in their wake, in turn followed by the clergy, and his servants.

As he stepped outside to the cheering crowd, a man suddenly appeared next to him, having materialized out of the crowd. He leaned in towards the Emperor, and began to whisper in his ear.

“My Lord, terrible news. Your brother escaped custody. He killed at least a dozen Praetorians, and is nowhere to be found.”

Tiberius’s eyes grew wide.

“Your loyalty is admirable. Take this as a reward. Go back to the palace. Find Vladimir, and tell him to wait for me.”

“Yes, my Lord.”

The man again disappeared into the crowd.

My lord, Alexei is dead, and Generia going to pieces...there are rumors, m'Lord, of sinister works, that Alexei did not naturally die...will we do nothing?

Eldric rested in his chamber in silence, pondering the words spoken to him by the Chancellor Padmosa. He was troubled by the situation in Generia, but there was nothing to do. Disgusted at his own decision to send in intelligence operatives into a war zone with no backup, he had called back the stealth bombers and ordered the fleets to stand down. He wanted to do something, but what, he could not know.

**

Dawn broke on a chilly autumn morning. The usual sounds of chirping birds was absent, and the cold of winter was already being heralded. Most of the citizenry were fast asleep, but capitol hill was bustling.

The supreme overlord Eldric, having rested and cleared up his mind, was still at a loss as to what to do in Generia, or if to take no action at all. However, when he awakened that morning he was struck with a desire to speak to the new Emperor.

"I wish to speak to the Generian Emperor," he said to his aides. "Get me Tiberius."

Tiberius was handed a telephone as he rode in the back of a limousine, en route to his palace.

"Yes? Who is this?"

"Greetings," said the lord. "I am Eldric West, lord of West Scotland. Emperor Alexei's death most troubles me, as well as the jailing of your brother. Generia, I am told, is not well. I wish to know more, and to help, although I must warn you through my own experience, to be careful and suspicious of everything."

He paused, awaiting an answer.

OOC: Would I be able to know about the jailing of the brother? I don't know about his escape, that much I'm sure...I made the post just before you made yours, so I don't know if this is a good time for you to answer a call. If it's not, don't worry about it.

"Greetings," said the lord. "I am Eldric West, lord of West Scotland. Emperor Alexei's death most troubles me, as well as the jailing of your brother. Generia, I am told, is not well. I wish to know more, and to help, although I must warn you through my own experience, to be careful and suspicious of everything."

He paused, awaiting an answer.

OOC: Would I be able to know about the jailing of the brother? I don't know about his escape, that much I'm sure...I made the post just before you made yours, so I don't know if this is a good time for you to answer a call. If it's not, don't worry about it.

((OOC: You could probably find out about his arrest. It's hard to keep that kind of thing quiet. His escape you probably wouldn't know about yet, as he hasn't done anything publically.))

"It is true that Generia is not well. Alexei's death is a shock to all of us. Of course I will accept any help you can give, but what will you offer."

"I wish to see Generia restored to its former glory, before the dissolution of the Imperial Senate and the swift series of events that brought chaos to it; or in any event, I wish to see restored order. At my disposal is the West Scotland Imperial Military, already mobilized and thirsting for battle...if ever you shall need them. Help I am able to send, in ways other than militarily, but where do you need it most?"

The Wirrawayan recconiasance (sp?) planes yeilded the first fruit of their mission. The Intelligence service was able to peice togother that the New Emperor's brother, Alexius had been thrown in jail and had somehow managed to escape, from police and millitary radio transmissions.

The Intelligence service moved quickly, sensing the possibilities that this sibling rivalry and power-struggle held. The message was sent to the safe house in Generic Empire and soon every spy in the Imperial City and surrounding areas knew their mission. They were to find this Alexius and speak to him about his intentions, hopefully he could succeed as a resistance leader where the Senators in Mozambique had failed.

Alexius had moved quickly after his escape. He was already on a plane bound for Mozambique, where his army was encamped. They were waiting for him. Alexius had forced his soldiers to swear oaths of allegiance to him, as opposed to the Emperor, and now they would die for him, even if it meant contesting their brethren in the Imperial army.

Warlord Imperial General Garrighus Khan was most feared among the Mozambique natives. His Praetorian armies had been responsible for the majority of the pillaging and destruction that had occurred in Mozambique. His armies found residence now in the north of the country, around the city of Mocuba.

General Khan found himself lounging about in the airy manor he had confiscated from a rich colonial before sending him off to a work camp in the south. He was surrounded by his enormous harem, which included the man’s wife and daughters. As he raised a piece of meat to his face, a soldier approached the couch upon which he lay, and presented him with a cellular phone.

“General, it’s Alexius.”

“Damnit, can’t it wait?”

“I don’t think so, sir. You’ll want to hear this.”

“Alright, alright. Get lost ladies. I got business. Come on, get!”

The women scurried out of the room, and General Khan took the phone.

“Alexius, what’s going on?”

“Khan, get off your fat ass, kiss the girls goodbye, and get busy. My plane will be landing at the airfield in twenty minutes. Be there. We have work to do.”

“My airfield?”

“No, the other one. Of course it’s your fucking airfield! What else would I mean?! Now get moving before I get angry.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Imbecile.”

The line disconnected, and Khan got up.

“Praetorian! Get the car! We need to get to the airfield in twenty minutes.”

“Sir!”

The Praetorian ran off to get the car, and Khan got dressed. He then followed the soldier out to a waiting sedan.

"I wish to see Generia restored to its former glory, before the dissolution of the Imperial Senate and the swift series of events that brought chaos to it; or in any event, I wish to see restored order. At my disposal is the West Scotland Imperial Military, already mobilized and thirsting for battle...if ever you shall need them. Help I am able to send, in ways other than militarily, but where do you need it most?"

"Unfortunately, due to recent events, I may need to take you up on that. If things go awry, then I may contact you, but for now, my duties prevent me from speaking further. Good bye, Lord Eldric."

Tiberius hung up, as the limousine continued towards the palace.

Greek movements were monitered via satelite. It did not look good for Generia. General Ross ordered a defencive line be formed within the border.


30 miles away from the Bulgarian Border-

15,000 men began to dig in, camoflauging their positions. 100 LOSATs were also put in camofluaged positions, and the engines shut off to avoid detection via thermal imaging. 300 M1A5s were also on sight, protected from air attacks with 500 M6 linebackers. 1000 M2A3s and 2000 HMMWVs were also dug in next to friendly infantry.

If all went according to plan, when Greek armor crossed the border, they would be chewed to pieces before they even knew they were being fired on.

"Well, where is he then if he's not in the Empire" the director mused to himself, all the agents had turned in negative reports, Alexius seemed to have vanished without a trace.

"Dammit", he pounded the oak desk with his fist, "think man, think"

The director got up and poured himself a glass of Brandy.

He called in his secretry,

"If you had to get away from the Concordiat, say you committed a murder, where would you go to hide.

The secretary responded without hesitation

"The colonies."

"Of course, the director slapped his forehead, he got on the phone with the Operation cheif again, I want those teams we had out in Mozambique to head back into the field, if Alexius fled anywhere, it was there.

Due to changes of plans the Phalanx army had to go through the FYROM-Bulgaria boarder.

"General look at there."

"Damn it! Its that wall Borman built for Generia!"

"Should I call in the bombers?"

"Go ahead and line up the tanks too to shoot at the top of the wall at any SAM batteries or anti aircraft weapons."

20 or so tanks lined up and aimed there guns at the top of the wall.

"FIRE!"

The tanks's guns shot out shells destroying the top of the wall and anything that was on it.

A bomber squadron of 8 B-52H Strafortress bombarded the wall completly destroying it.

"All right hoplites! Go clear at the mess so we can move the tanks."

After a few hours of cleaning up. The army was able to pass through the Bulgarian border.

"We are now in Generia..."

Alexius stepped off of the small, private jet. The black sedan pulled up next to him. He got in.

“Khan, is my army ready?”

“Ready and waiting.”

“Excellent. Get me to the encampment.”

“Driver! Get us to the military encampment near Mocuba!”

“Yes, sir.”

The sedan sped off. It was a short drive, and the car pulled into a large savannah compound. Tents and wooden building protruded from the ground throughout the largest temporary base in Mozambique. Here resided Alexius’s personal lap dogs, the ninth Praetorian army, or as they were affectionately known, the Chupacabras.

Alexius got out in front of a wooden structure that served as the command center. As he stepped inside, the soldiers stood and saluted him. He ignored them, continuing towards a small office in the back. He was followed by Khan.

Alexius closed the door, and turned to his General.

“Tiberius killed my father, General, and then he tried to kill me. I will not allow him to lead this Empire to devastation.”

“Of course not.”

“I will use my army to take this province from Tiberius. Then, when we are strong, and enough men have dies, we shall go to Generia and knock on the doors of the great Imperial palace. But first, we shall seize Mocuba. There are garrisons there that are loyal to you?”

“Yes.”

“Fine. Then our numbers shall swell. The slaves will be useful in fueling my new war machine. I shall be Emperor, and nothing shall stop this. Nothing! Now go! We must hurry.”

General Khan walked out of the room to prepare the troops.

By now, 2 squadrons of F22s and one squadron of F35s had arrived, and were patroling near friendly forces. An E767 was on station to detect any enemy aircraft. Now they just had to wait for th enemy to get in range, and the fun could start...

Part Five: Two Brothers Vie for Dominance

Tiberius walked into the Imperial War Room, his cloak a flurry behind him.

“What in bloody hell is going on!”

“Sir!”

A Praetorian saluted.

“General Vladimir, I repeat myself, what in bloody hell is going on?”

“Alexius got out. He killed twelve of my men.”

“I am aware. Where the hell is he?”

“Sir, Intelligence is near positive that he will flee to Mozambique, to reunite with his army near Mocuba. Sir, we think he wants to start a war.”

“Jesus…”

Tiberius looked around at the men gathered in the room. They were the best the Empire had to offer, Intelligence, military, diplomacy, and yet now they seemed so useless to him.

“Well, men. If he wants a war, let’s give him a god damn war. How many soldiers do we have stationed in Mozambique?”

“Approximately 4 million, sir.”

“Christ. How many are under his control?”

“Well, his division is the largest in the province, and we can only expect it to grow.”

“God man! I want a number.”

“Approximately one million, half of them Praetorians.”

“Holy Hell. We need to get more of our men down there. What do we have on call?’

“There are several routine troop deployments already en route, totaling at about 500,000 men.”

“Well, I suppose it will have to do. Get the word out. We have a war on our hands.”

A man approached Emperor Tiberius. He saluted smartly.

‘Sir, Nikalaos’s Hellenistic Forces have just crossed the border!”

“My God! I thought we were allied!”

“I think they’re trying to make a land grab.”

“Damn right it’s a land grab! I want the southern army en route to engage!”

“Sir!”

Across the Empire, the wheels of war began to turn. In the south, the great southern army, totaling 500,000 men began to march to engage the Greeks. In Mozambique, Alexius’s force readied itself to unleash hell on the Empire. The great fires had come to Generia.

"General scouts report an army of 500,000 is heading toward us!"

"Do not worry. We can take them on. Soldiers get ready for battle!" yelled General Leonidas II

The army kept on advancing with out fear in there eyes. They where insight of the Generian army now.

The Hoplites started moving faster until they started charging toward the army with Leonidas II leading them and the tanks in back of them where firing shells.

Leonidas II started shooting first and after that the front line of Hoplites started shooting. Some even took out swords to use too!

Command Post, Tiberius Line, Generic Empire

General Ross was pacing back and forth in his M4 command vehicle. He looked at the information displayed on the various moniters. It didn't look good. They would have to hold out against an army 200,000 strong, and await reiforcments in the form of the Southern Army. He figured his men could hold for about a week, depending on how much air support they recieve. A major entered the vehicle.

"Sir, the artilery is in position."

"Excelent. Thank you major."

The major crisply saluted, and exited the vehicle.

"OK, lieutenant, I want that five mile area in front of the collased wall covered. I want anti infantry mostly, we'll deal with the tanks when they arrive."

"Yes sir," replied the young lieutenant, who turned to his radio.

"This is Bear One, I want a fire mission on previously specified targets alpha through tango. Repeat, cover targets alpha through tango, over."

"Roger that, Bear. Fire mission being put through," replied the colonel in charge of the artilery battalion. The sounds of the howitzers being fred could be heard over the radio.

That particular order had 200 M270 MLRSs, 200 M2001 Crusaders, and 400 M198 155mm howitzers open fire on the Greek forces, the MLRSs loaded with anti-personel submunitions, and the artilery loaded with airbursts.

OOC: Hey doomingsland this battle is only going to be between Generic's Praetonians and my Hoplites.

OOC:Aww, c'mon, I wanted to waste some of your guys...

The Battle of Kreschnev Plains

The Imperial army moved in, as the shells flew overhead. The great Greek army stood before them, a seething mass of bloodthirsty warriors. The Praetorians looked at that mass, longing to quench their thirst for battle. They fingered the hilts of their sabers as they marched on.

“Praetorians! Steady!”

General Ivan Pompey marched at the head of the army, his sword raised.

“Captain! Send the armor in. Tell the artillery to commence bombardment!”

“Sir!”

Overhead, squadrons of GIF-101s screamed in low, readying to release their ordinance on the enemy position. As they flew over, the incendiary and guided bombs fell, spreading death on their enemies. On the ground, the artillery guns thundered, sending their shells screaming into the air.

The armored columns rumbled over the plains, kicking up clouds of dust behind them. Two columns on either side of the army, one moving in behind. The Generians would encircle their enemies, and bring them certain death. The Praetorians continued their march.

OOC: There is a lot more fighting from me coming soon. But this battle was planned out with GE.

OOC: There is a lot more fighting from me coming soon. But this battle was planned out with GE.

((OOC: Yeah, sorry Doom, but cold steel, hand to hand, last resort death charges just don't seem like your thing.))

"Split in 2 Hoplites!"

And thats what they did. The Hoplites knew war and they didnt need there General to tell them there every move. The 2 groups are going to try attacking them from the side. The 300 MBT moved into the way that was opened by the Hoplites. There plan was to run over the Generian soldiers.

Meanwhile a meter away from battle Leonidas II was in sword to sword combat with General Ivan Pompei. Steel clashing together over and over...

During battle the Hoplites started chanting there war cry:

"We march... We march to war... We march... We fight... We are Spartans. Blood will fall, but it will not be ours... We march... Sparta is war reborn... we are the children of war... We are Spartans.
I am Leonidas, and this is my story. I have met the wolf, felt its bite, and I have survived. These new wolves are neverending, but Sparta will show true might. Though we fall, still we will come for we are war incarnate. I have started this, and so must I finish it. Xerxes shall die, this I, Leonidas, warlord of Sparta, do say. This is the story of the 300... the story of Spartan heroism. Though we bled the ground red at Thermopolyae, still we live on.
War is Sparta, We are Spartans. We are War!"

"Split in 2 Hoplites!"

And thats what they did. The Hoplites knew war and they didnt need there General to tell them there every move. The 2 groups are going to try attacking them from the side. The 300 MBT moved into the way that was opened by the Hoplites. There plan was to run over the Generian soldiers.

Meanwhile a meter away from battle Leonidas II was in sword to sword combat with General Ivan Pompei. Steel clashing together over and over...

During battle the Hoplites started chanting there war cry:

"We march... We march to war... We march... We fight... We are Spartans. Blood will fall, but it will not be ours... We march... Sparta is war reborn... we are the children of war... We are Spartans.
I am Leonidas, and this is my story. I have met the wolf, felt its bite, and I have survived. These new wolves are neverending, but Sparta will show true might. Though we fall, still we will come for we are war incarnate. I have started this, and so must I finish it. Xerxes shall die, this I, Leonidas, warlord of Sparta, do say. This is the story of the 300... the story of Spartan heroism. Though we bled the ground red at Thermopolyae, still we live on.
War is Sparta, We are Spartans. We are War!"

The Praetorian line halted. Anti-tank soldiers ran forward, knelt, aimed, and let loose their rocket. The rockets slammed into the tanks, leaving flaming hulks and burning shrapnel. The first line withdrew, and a new group moved forward to finish the tanks off.

The tanks changed direction to converge on the Greek soldiers. The armor halted, and then began a full charge towards the enemy line, their cannons firing wildly, while artillery shells fell all around.

The Praetorians moved forward again, halting to await orders, as shells flew overhead. With perfect discipline, the men held their ground.

"Praetorians! Charge!"

The army surged forward, over the hundred yards that separated the armies, past burning carcasses of tanks, towards the awaiting army. As they drew near, the soldiers drew steel. The two armies slammed into each other, and the crash echoed over the plain.

Meanwhile, General Pompei found himself in combat with Leonidas, saber to saber. The two fought like great caged beasts, slashing, and hacking at each other, the blood flowing from slash wounds all over their bodies. Pompei attacked, but Leonidas dodged the blow, getting behind the General before he could recover. Leonidas slammed his sword hilt down on Pompei's back, sprawling him out on the ground. Pompei rolled over, only to be pinned by Leonidas. The men wrestled over the dusty Earth, Leonidas finally pinning Pompei. The Greek drew a knife, and held it above Pompei's face. The knife plunged down, into Pompei's eye. Leonidas withdrew the blade, plucking the eye clean out. Pompei screamed in pain, as Leonidas lifted his saber to thrust into Pompei's heart.

Despite the pain, Pompei threw the man off of him, picking his own saber up again. Leonidas stood up, and lunged. Pompei deflected his blow, and saw his opportunity. His saber flashed in the afternoon sun, slicing clean through Leonidas's wrist, the hand and saber falling to the ground. Leonidas grabbed at his wrist, as the blood dribbled through his fingers, to pool on the dusty ground below.

The other tanks moved around from the destroyed tanks and there gunners started gunning down the anti tankers while the tanks still moved on against the Praetorian army. Bodys being squashed under the weight of the tanks can be heard. If the battle continued on the area will be a pool of blood. Blackhawks came out of the forest and where giving air support to there fellow Greeks. The blackhawks started shooting missiles at the Praetorian army and the gunners where gunning them down too.

Meanwhile, Lord Eldric entered into West Scotland's military war room himself, to be updated on the latest situations in Generia. The theatre was ever-changing, and rapidly so.

"What are the latest developments," he asked, hushing up the room with a wave of his hand so he could easily hear the answer.

"Doesn't look good, m'lord," answered the Chancellor Padmosa. "Tiberius's second, the brother Alexius, has made rebellion and treason. Accusing Tiberius of slaying Alexei, he was thrown into prison. He has since escaped, word has it, and logically we draw the conclusion that he has gone to Mozambique, to his army."

"Do they mean war?"

"It sure looks like it, m'lord. He is still convinced that Tiberius has slain Alexei."

"Tiberius does not have the temperament to slay his father. He is too noble and worthy to do such a hideous task."

"I agree, m'lord, but Alexius does not. Meanwhile, a Greek army has come marching down into Generia for a land grab. They make battle as we speak."

Silence fell, and Eldric stood brooding, his head resting upon his ancient staff. "Alexius is a hotheaded, tactless, and power-hungry fool," he decreed at last. "Tiberius would uphold the virtues of the Generia of old. Alexius purposes to seek trouble. Tell Generia our offer stands."

The other tanks moved around from the destroyed tanks and there gunners started gunning down the anti tankers while the tanks still moved on against the Praetorian army. Bodys being squashed under the weight of the tanks can be heard. If the battle continued on the area will be a pool of blood. Blackhawks came out of the forest and where giving air support to there fellow Greeks. The blackhawks started shooting missiles at the Praetorian army and the gunners where gunning them down too.

GIF-101s Screamed in for a second pass. They moved in towards the armor, unleashing rockets on the tanks. The clouds of fire and smoke pillared into the sky. A second group of GIF-101s moved in, strafing the ground, shooting up any survivors. Mi-24s came in over the advancing Praetorians, giving ground support. GIF-77s came in from the side, engaging the Black Hawks. the flaming carcasses fell from the sky. The Praetorians continued their march.

((OOC: Yeah, sorry Doom, but cold steel, hand to hand, last resort death charges just don't seem like your thing.))
OOC:You obviously havn't RPed much with me, my men carry aound 20 inch bayonets, and suicidal charges is a standard tactic(c'mon, my guys are trained from birth, you'd think I'd give them at least two years training like that). If I had a Doom Legion, it would be the perfect match with your elite guys, or even a marine division.

OOC:You obviously havn't RPed much with me, my men carry aound 20 inch bayonets, and suicidal charges is a standard tactic(c'mon, my guys are trained from birth, you'd think I'd give them at least two years training like that). If I had a Doom Legion, it would be the perfect match with your elite guys, or even a marine division.

((OOC: It was sarcasm. I know that it is just your thing.))

One of the Hoplites ran out of ammo completly and decide to use his sword as a weapon. He attacked a Praetonian and stabbing him with his sword into his stomach. Another came Praetonian came to attack him with his saber but the Hoplite dodged the attack and hacked his sword in the Generian's neck. He went on killing 5 other Generians until 2 Generians started shooting on him from the back. The other Hoplites saw this and where disgusted by the cowardness of the Praetonians that they will use guns against somebody with a sword. They killed those 2 Praetonians and continues on fighting in this battle.

The melee was watched by Doomingsland forces via live video feed from a UAV. It was decided that a force more elite than the Praetorians and Hoplites combined would be sent:the Doom Legion. The entire legion consisted of just 30,000 men total, all of them taken at birth, genetically purified, and trained to the extent of human capabilties. Like every other Doomingsland soldier, they were insanely fanatical, and surrender wasn't part of their vocabulary, but these men had even more training, and could be considered chronically insane if examined by a phsychologist. Each man was armed with an XM8, and a curved sword in place of a bayonet.

It was the modern incarnation of the Doom Legions of old, from ancient Doomingsland.

The legion shipped over via air transports, along with their vehicles, 300 M1A5s, 600 Bradleys, and a huge number of HMMWVs. This would be the answer to the Hoplites.

OOC:I'm only gonna use these guys on the Hoplites, or what's left of them. Do you mind giving me a regular unit to use my regular guys on?

OOC: Looks like i missed alot but dont worry, i read everything.

Tim sat in one of his secret meetinghouses with his most trusted commanders. Seeing how the country was in such a disaster, he was able to recruit 200,000 soldiers to the Soldiers of Freedom banner. They were mostly secretive about who they were, and they NEVER told anyone they were in the SoF. Most of them were sent to The Lightning Star to undergo training for 2 months, and each of the soldiers, while not of the highest calibur, were fairly well trained.


The fact that ANOTHER civil conflcit was about to ensue in Mozambique made him almost smile. But then he remembered that dark day nearly 6 years ago now, and he got back to buisiness. His army unoffically controlled the city of Pemba and the lands around it. Of course, there were Praetorians enough and there was a governer, but they thought they were in command. In reality, the people followed Tim, who they considered to be a prophet from Allah. If he one day decided that the Generians be thrown out of the country, the city and the surrounding lands would quickly rise up and oust the barbarians.

Thats not to say he didnt have power in other places as well. He was gaining around 1,000 soldiers daily, and he recieved weapons, money, and even MORE men from the Lightning Star. He has a network sprawling the entire country. Over 4 million people thought of him as their true leader, although such dissenters(sp?), if discovered, were usualy dealt with quickly by the praetorians. He had 30,000 soldiers in a secret garrison on the mountain of Monte Binga. They were armed with weapons left there by the Grand Imperial Army. That meant they had the latest in equipment, as well as meaning that they had some very heavy weapondry.

If TIm had wanted, he could easily cause a rebellion and severly weaken, if not destroy, the Generian Grip on Mozambique, but not yet. Tim was waiting for the perfect moment, the moment when he could fully avenge the massacre and enslavement of his people.

OOC: Did i mention that i had managed to make Mozambique 76% Muslim during my 400 year rule over Mozambique? i know i mentioned that i was making it muslim, but i didnt put the percentage of what was muslim.

Alexius Strikes His First Blow

Alexius’s Praetorian legions were on the move, marching towards Macuba. The great army reached the city quickly, and with the help from GIF-101s from General Khan’s airbase, began the attack.

The fighters moved in, and the explosions ripped into the sky. The unsuspecting citizens screamed, running wildly to escape the flames that were consuming the cheap, wooden tenements.

The Praetorian army surged forward, charging through the fields outside of the city, cutting down farmers, and fieldworkers. They reached the streets, and fanned out, slaughtering everyone in heir path. Upon hearing of the attack, the Praetorian garrisons had laid down their weapons in support of Alexius. Within twenty minutes, the city, and its surrounding lands was under his control.

The city’s people, many of them loyal to the Praetorian garrisons, in turn declared their loyalty to Alexius. He now had an extra 300,000 militiamen to further his cause.

In the Imperial palace, Tiberius bowed his head in despair.

“It is likely that within a week, Alexius will have control oover most of northern Mozambique. The citizens of the north, even colonials and natives, are loyal to Khan, as he makes them rich at the expense of others. They will join Alexius.”

“My God, what has happened?”

In the south, the prisoners were edgy. The events in Macuba were unnerving, to say the least. This new warlord, Alexius, had dealt most ruthlessly with the citizens. What would become of mere slaves. There was also the possibility that the Imperial Praetorians would simply decide to slaughter them en masse. With all of the tension nowadays, it was not impossible.

In Beira, the Praetorians had effectively regained control after the battle with the senate revolutionaries. The city maintained a state of martial law, and anyone not authorized to walk the streets were shot on the spot. Obtaining a permit of authorization was nearly impossible, and forging the papers simply could not be done. General Mikhail Greghov had the city firmly in his iron fist.

Amid the constant military action in the colonies, walked the phantom that was colonial intelligence. A mixture of internal and International intelligence, they were everywhere, all the time. No one knew who controlled it, who was part of it, or who had anything to do with the department at all. All anyone knew was that in the dead of night, men with the agency would come to an unsuspecting citizens door, knock, and the citizen and his family would never be seen again. CI was an invisible monster.

In New Port Belgrade, the divisions had arrived, and were forming up to do battle in the name of Tiberius, while in the north, Alexius’s armies repeated Mocuba hundreds of times, swallowing up cities and small villages alike. The north was falling, and the south was becoming a fortress. If the Empire was weak, her armies did not show it. Blood would be spilled despite any situation.

The cargo freighter bobbed lightly beside the dock in New Port Belgrade. General Greghov walked up the gangplank, and was met by a young officer, who saluted smartly.

“General.”

General Greghov returned the salute.

“You said you had something to show me?”

“Yes, sir. Follow me.”

The officer led Greghov down to the cargo hold, where hundreds of crates were stacked one on top of the other. Several Praetorians stood guard. Two of them lifted a crate, and brought it towards the two men. They set it down, and one pried the top free with a crowbar. Inside lay several brand new XM-8s. General Greghov picked one up, and aimed it.

“I like it.”

“I thought you would, sir. New toys for your men.”

“How many?”

“Including the other freighters, and the airborne shipments, about one million. More are coming in.”

“Where’d you get ‘em?”

“Budget surplus, and gifts from some of our friends abroad.”

General Greghov chuckled.

“Excellent. Get these babies unloaded. I want ‘em in the hands of my men ASAP.”

“You got it General.”

General Greghov made his way back to the deck, still carrying the assault rifle.

The fighting in the North put the entire colony on alert, the Wirrawayan Army in-country ceased rebuilding efforts and mustered its 3 million man force in Colonial capital Inhambane.

General Albus sat in his HQ on the outskirts of the city where the massive millitary camp was going up.

"So it seems that this Alexius has revealed himself in a most obvious way. It is now imperitive that we make contact with him now that he has shown his true colors, any suggestions?"

Major Yardly spoke up, "we have an infiltrator unit inside the Generic Empire, the rebel army had not tried to hide its-self and they have been tailing the army since it conquered Macuba, maybe they can infiltrate the rebel camp and gain access to Alexius, what do you want them to say to him."

Albus thought for a moment considering his position

"Tell him that we would like to assist him, if he accepts we can catch the Imperial Army in a pincer, his force from the North and our force from the South."

The message was relayed through a series of transmissions and dead-drops, it reached the infiltrator unit a day later. After reading the orders they donned their loving crafted fake Generic Army uniforms and armed with call-signs taken from a drunk Preatorian, successfully returned the sentry's challenge and walked into the rebel camp. They then proceeded straight for the HQ.....hoping to finally meet with Alexius.

The cargo freighter bobbed lightly beside the dock in New Port Belgrade. General Greghov walked up the gangplank, and was met by a young officer, who saluted smartly.

“General.”

General Greghov returned the salute.

“You said you had something to show me?”

“Yes, sir. Follow me.”

The officer led Greghov down to the cargo hold, where hundreds of crates were stacked one on top of the other. Several Praetorians stood guard. Two of them lifted a crate, and brought it towards the two men. They set it down, and one pried the top free with a crowbar. Inside lay several brand new XM-8s. General Greghov picked one up, and aimed it.

“I like it.”

“I thought you would, sir. New toys for your men.”

“How many?”

“Including the other freighters, and the airborne shipments, about one million. More are coming in.”

“Where’d you get ‘em?”

“Budget surplus, and gifts from some of our friends abroad.”

General Greghov chuckled.

“Excellent. Get these babies unloaded. I want ‘em in the hands of my men ASAP.”

“You got it General.”

General Greghov made his way back to the deck, still carrying the assault rifle.
OOC:Hmmm, leme guess, you got those from me?

OOC:Hmmm, leme guess, you got those from me?

((OOC: maybe....))

OOC: GE, may I deploy a million or so soldiers and their supporting units into Mozambique? I would need your permission.

OOC: GE, may I deploy a million or so soldiers and their supporting units into Mozambique? I would need your permission.

((OOC: No problem. I assume you are supporting Tiberius.))

Official Presidential Statement

Sanctions shall be imposed upon all nations in this battle. Alliances have been thrown into the wind. This is the beginning of the end, and Grenval shall stand alone.

President Devlin George II
Ruler of Grenval

Official Presidential Statement

Sanctions shall be imposed upon all nations in this battle. Alliances have been thrown into the wind. This is the beginning of the end, and Grenval shall stand alone.

President Devlin George II
Ruler of Grenval
OOC:Does this mean we're not allies anymore?

OOC:Does this mean we're not allies anymore?

Official Presidential Statement

My now dead son made the statement earlier. However, I have considered both sides, and have decided to keep this act for the time being. At the resolution of this conflict, Grenval will participate in talks.

President George
Ruler of Grenval

Part Six: The Daughter

Alexia rested on a couch in an airy chamber in her brother’s palace. She ran her fingers through her hair idly, as servants stood at attention around her. A knock came at the door. She waved her hand.

“Leave.”

The servants bowed, and walked out of the room. Another man walked in. He bowed deeply.

“Lady Alexia. You have called for me?”

“Yes, Duke Alexeovich. Come forward, we have matters to discuss.”

“Of course, milady.”

The Duke approached Alexia.

“Sit.”

He sat down on a leather armchair.

“Josef, we must talk. After the unfortunate death of the Lord Chancellor, you hold the highest position in the Imperial congress.”

“This is true, milady.”

“Sources tell me that the congress is not in approval of my brother.”

“The congress stands behind the Emperor. It is our duty.”

“I hear otherwise. They say that you stir up much support for my brother’s opposition.”

“Pray tell what opposition that would be?”

“Alexius and his armies in Mozambique.”

“Certain members of the parliament body would like to see him achieve power, but this was not Emperor Alexei’s will.”

“Enough of this. I know that you would like nothing more than to see Tiberius fall. He is weak, Josef. I know this. His skills are best put to use on the battlefield, not in the palace. However, we cannot afford to allow Alexius to gain control either. He is a psychopath, and would see every last one of us destroyed.

I do have an idea, however. The congress currently debates who shall succeed Alexeevich as Chancellor. You are among the candidates. If you will agree to help me, I will get you the position.”

“Then my loyalty shall be to you, milady.”

“Excellent. Tiberius is nothing without me. He simply does not have the guile to survive in this environment, and so he shall do exactly what I tell him to do. I shall use this to lead him to his death.”

“Milady, you say you would kill your own brother?”

“I have already killed my father. It will not be difficult, but first, I must secure my succession. There are others, my father’s three remaining sons. They must be dealt with.”

“Killed?”

“Not necessarily. Put out of the way. When this is through, we can take care of Tiberius. When he is done with, I will need you to convince the congress to allow me to take power as Empress.”

“I shall do exactly as you demand, milady.”

“Then go, and await my call.”

“Your will is my law, Lady Alexia.”

Duke Alexeovich rose, bowed, and walked out of the room. Alexia smiled.

“Perfect.”

The Feminine Serpent

Prince Antonius Alexei walked down the gangplank, and into the Port Belgrade docks. He was tired after a long voyage, and an equally long stay in Mozambique, commanding an Imperial garrison in New Port Belgrade. Antonius was the third son of Emperor Alexei. While not as great a general as Tiberius, or as feared a warrior as Alexius, he could hold his own in either field, and what he lacked there, he made up for in intelligence.

As Antonius stepped off of the gangplank, a sedan pulled up alongside him. He got into the back seat, to be greeted by an old comrade in arms, Duke Josef Alexeovich.

“Prince Antonius, it is good to see you back home alive. I hear that Mozambique is far from pleasant these days.”

“That is the truth, however, from the way the Generals lounge about all day, suckling on the spoils of their battles, you would not know there was a war on.”

“So I hear. Either way, it is good to have you back. Your brother is eager to see you.”

“Ah, yes. Our new Emperor. How is he?”

“He does well considering the strain he is under. You sister, Alexia has proven to be a great help to him, in matters of state.”

“Hm. I do not know if Alexia is the best person to be advising him.”

“Your sister is very competent.”

“Yes, but she is immoral.”

“This is not always a bad thing.”

“Perhaps, but in times such as these, a leader needs a view not smudged with corruption.”

“However you see the situation. Anyway, he looks forward to meeting with you. I trust you have many tales of great adventure?”

“More than you can count, my friend.”

The sedan continued on towards Generia City, and the White Citadel. Upon arrival at Tiberius’s palace, Antonius stepped out, and walked up the steps, into the main hall. The Praetorians saluted him, and he returned with a light bow.

“Antonius! My brother!”

Tiberius burst into the hall, a look of unadulterated joy upon his face. He embraced his brother.

“Tiberius, you wear the crown well.”

“If only I wore the duties the same way.”

Antonius laughed.

“You look like hell. I have a room prepared for you. Go. clean yourself up. Tonight we dine in celebration of your homecoming.”

“I look forward to it.”

“Duke Alexeovich, show my brother to his room.”

The Duke led Antonius up the stairs, towards a large chamber.

“Here it is.”

“Thank you, Alexeovich. I look forward to seeing you at dinner tonight.”

“I am afraid I will not be attending. Matters of state call me away.”

“I am sorry to hear that. Perhaps we shall see each other soon.”

“I think not.”

“What was that?”

“Nothing, Lord. Please, make yourself comfortable.”

Antonius eyed Alexeovich strangely, and then walked into the room.

“Lord Antonius! Your jacket!”

Antonius turned around.

“Ah, thank you. I would have forgotten.”

The Duke handed Antonius his jacket, but not before slipping a small bottle into the pocket.


That night, Antonius dined with his brother, and the rest of his Imperial court. As the meal finished, Antonius stood.

“I would like to propose a toast to my brother, our great Emperor Tiberius!”

The rest of the gathered nobility vocalized their approval. Antonius took up the bottle of champagne, and began to fill Tiberius’s glass. He was interrupted by Alexia bursting into the room.

“Stop! That man is a traitor!”

Antonius turned, and looked at his sister in astonishment. Tiberius stood up, enraged.

“Alexia! What is the meaning of this!”

“Tiberius! Our brother is working with Alexius! He wants to kill you!”

“Antonius, is this true?”

“Brother! I have no idea what she is talking about!”

“Alexia, you had better start making sense!”

“You will believe me when you see this.”

Alexia produced the bottle that the Duke had slipped into Antonius’s jacket.

“This fell out of his jacket when Duke Alexeocich was carrying it for him. He has poisoned the champagne he now pours for you!”

“Antonius! How could you!”

“Tiberius! She lies! I have never seen that bottle before in my life!”

“Servant! Drink this glass. If it is poisoned, then we shall see the truth.”

The servant moved forward, and took the glass, his hands trembling. He hesitated briefly, before closing his eyes and downing the liquid. He opened one eye cautiously, and when nothing happened he opened the other.

“See there is noth-“

The servant began to convulse, the glass falling from his hands and shattering on the floor. He fell over, screaming in agony as his face swelled up like a balloon. His eyes turned red, the veins bulging. The convulsions ceased, giving way to slight twitching, followed by stone stillness.

“My God! I have seen enough! Praetorians! Take this man away!”

Two guards rushed forward, grabbing Antonius by the arms, and dragging him off.

“Alexia! Liar! How could you!”

The doors slammed shut, and dead silence befell the room.

Conclusion of The Battle of Kreschnev Plains

For three days and three nights, the battle raged uncontrollably, neither side willing to step down. The corpses were piled so high as to possibly be mistaken for hills upon the plain. The nearby rivers literally ran red, as corpses flowed down towards the Black Sea.

When the sun finally rose on the morning of the fourth day, on each side, 10,000 soldiers remained. The men were so tired, large quantities began to simply collapse from exhaustion. The unconscious, and collapsed bodies were mistaken for dead, and seeing the utter devastation, both hoplites and praetorians decided that the battle was a draw, and the casualties on both sides prevented either victory or defeat from being determined. A cease fire was called, and those who remained standing simply fell to the ground to rest, dropping their weapons.

Official Ministorial Statement

Grenval will now consider talks with Doomingsland. Talks with Generic Empire will have to wait until the President can view more actions under this new leadership.

Rachel Samantha Bafringh
Minister of Foreign Affairs

The wall was finished and was as poweful as Bormans, the only real chance of destroying it was a missile. And even that may not succeed.

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All soldiers in Maputo have abandoned all positions and fled back to the massive defensive military base that had been constructed. Sgt. Paulie sat in one of the outer trenches surrounding the base. In his hand was a beer.

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Bhalk paced bak and forth. He walked over to his personal bar and nodded to the bar-tender. The man handd him a tall glass of Justice Pale Ale.

"What should we do?"

All of his advisors were seated at the table he had abandoned several hours ago.

"Tiberius."

"Alexius."

"Anarchy.....i mean Tiberius."

"Remove and charge that man with light treason. Anyway, Get me on the phone with Tiberius."

The Infilitrator team split up immediatly upon passing into the camp to avoid the possibility of the entire team being exposed and destroyed. The first one to find the HQ would enter and speak to Alexius.

On this day it was fated that Segeant Boone was the one who found the sprawling HQ tent first. There was no sentry posted at the the entrance and he made his way inside looking for the man who's face he had memorized the night before. He found him standing over a map of Northern Mozambique. The operative sidled up to the General and made his introduction.

"Greetings, Alexius, I come as a representative of the Iron Concordiat of Wirraway and I have a proposition for you"

Bhalk drank deeply from his glass as the line continued to ring.

Bhalk drank deeply from his glass as the line continued to ring.

Tiberius was handed a telephone.

"Yes. Who is this?"

The second wave of the invasion came with another 100,000 hoplites. When they marched into Generia they saw the battle between the Hoplites and the Praetonians. They felt sorry for the Praetonians that where sleeping and decided to let them leave but on the other hand they called in APCs to pick up there injured and the dead ones Hoplites and Leonidas II and bring them back to Greece. The second wave continued on to the capital.

The 100,000 Hoplites camped near the southern capital city of Generia known as Sofia. Meanwhile in the General's tent.

"Send out a bomber to let the Generians know that we are here."

"Yes commander."

A B-52H Strafortress was right on top of the city as it started to bomb the Senate Chamber. Once that was in ruins and was going to turn around and head back to the airfield we secured until a anti aircraft missiles hitted the bomber making it crash down in a building.

Meanwhile in Greece.

"Emperor we just got news that the Imperial army of Generia has been divided! Tiberius is leading the one in Generia and his brother is using the other one against him in one of the Generian colonies."

"Damn it. We are in a middle of a civil war! Send out the word to the 100,000 Hoplites that are sieging the southern capital to return back to Greece.

A distressed man ran into the Imperial Chamber.

"Emperor Tiberius! The Greeks have defeated our men upon the Plains of Kreschnev! Their army lies encamped a mere two miles from Sofia! They just destroyed the senate chamber there!"

"Good God! Get the word out! I will not have this! If they want a war, then they shall have one! Detain all Greeks in Generia. Seize the Greek embassy! We will let them know whom they are dealing with."

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The Praetorian teams stormed the gates of the Greek embassy in Generia City. After a short battle with guards, all Greek diplomats and embassy staff were taken into Imperial custody.

"Commander tell the Hoplites to head back to Greece. There is a problom so we do not need to stay here any longer. Once we head back assist in the destruction of the Generian wall in the Greece-Bulgaria border with the other Hoplites that are doing it right now."

"They're trying to tear down our wall? Absurd! This will not do! Deploy the northern army! We will do battle with Greece once more!"

Tiberius walked towards his desk, and picked up a red telephone.

"Be on standby. If I give you the order, I want you to level Greece."

"Yes, Lord"

Twenty Generian SSBNs surfaced to launch depth, readying themselves to deploy ordinance on the Emperor's order.

Wrongfully Accused

Alexius lay shackled to the floor of a truck as it rumbled across the steppe desert. His groggy eyes searched the faces of the Praetorians who sat over him. The truck leapt as it rolled over ridges and bumps in the dirt roads. The chains had begun to bite into his flesh, and fresh blood dribbled down his arms. He could feel the bump on his head throb, from where a soldier had clubbed him as he struggled. He stared out at the arctic desert, and fell out of consciousness.

Antonius was awoken by the splash of cold water on his face. He jumped to a sitting position. There were several Praetorians and another man standing in front of him.

“Prince Antonius.”

The other man bowed in a mocking fashion.

“Who are you? Where am I?”

“I am the warden here at Alexei’s ‘summer home’. You do not deserve to know my name. For the next portion of your life, this will be your new home. Get used to it. Praetorians, take this man to his room.”

The soldiers forced Antonius through the dank, stone hallways, beating him with their rifle butts. They led him to a small cell, and shoved him inside.

“Welcome to your father’s summer home. Enjoy it, traitor.”

The door slammed shut, leaving Alexius to collapse upon the stone floor.

Most of the wall was broken down because during the battle with the Hoplites and Praetonians the other Hoplites that weren't involved started destroying it.

"Look there!" yelled one of the Hoplites.

"The other Hoplites are coming back. I wonder why?"

"I heard that Generia is in a middle of a civil war right now."

"Well its better for us because they can help us destroy the rest of this wall."

((OOC: No problem. I assume you are supporting Tiberius.))

OOC: That I am.

"The Greeks would destroy the Generian wall, then?" seethed Lord Eldric. "No matter. We cannot dispatch the army there now, as they are now in Mozambique."

I don't exactly know how to land and where to land in Mozambique, is it alright if I don't roleplay the arrival of my air, sea, and land units there?

OOC: your hoplites would've been destroyed by the cannons, missiles, aircraft, and soldeirs. But since you arn't really an enemy ill allow it.

IC: The sniper aimed and shot, one less hoplite. More were on the ramparts and they were shooting as well. The guns had yet to come online (Like i said, i will let you), the aircraft hadn't been sent yet, and the missiles were being stocked. Becuase of all of that only soldiers shot at the Hoplites attacking the wall.

As this happened 500,000 Dinosaurs were on their way to the battle. They might not have arrived in time, but they had a chance. The tanks and APCs they rode in drove at full speed to hit the enemies. The dinosaurs could definetly beat the hoplites, but the question was, could they get their in time?

The wall around Generia only has one access point, through me. Any and all peoples seeking to enter Generia must go through my empire after having been approved to do so. HDP is programmed to protect Generia as well as missile being installed in towers.
Both Tiberius and Bhalk will be able to shoot down incoming unidentified flying objects. Once Tiberius has unchallenged power Bhalk will give him control of every aspect of the wall. Borman soldiers are currently on the wall, almost as thick as on their own wall, so Tiberius can have every man necessary to fight his enemies.
If Alexius is seen coming to the country he will be shot unless Tiberius wishes otherwise.
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Official Communiqué
To: Tiberius
From: Bhalk

We have quarantined Generia due to the civil war. You and anyone you want to can leave. But anyone you don’t want to can’t come in or out. Our soldiers shall guard so you can use as many as possible to combat your enemies.

End transmission
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The fortifications on the military base were finished. 2 ft. thick steel doors allowed the base to fall in segments. Enough helicopters were there to transport 2x the amount of soldiers there out to a waiting aircraft carrier. The armories had defenses allowing them to be sealed, blown up, or all the weapons taken.

Trenches, pikes, spears, mines, sandbags, barbed wire, tank traps, tanks, AA guns, patriot missile systems, underground tunnels and slight bunkers surrounded the base. The 100,000 stationed there would be able to slay at least 300,000 if Alexius attacked.

Sgt. Paulie had created his own defenses with his smashed beer bottles. He was an alcoholic, that couldn’t get drunk. No matter how much he drank he couldn’t get drunk. But strangely the more he drank the better a soldier he was, better energy, intelligence, leadership, concentration, senses, and more. He pulled out the cooler that he had in the dirt in front of him. He opened it and took out a beer, then slid it back.

“Anyone got an opener?”

“Here. So would you care to tell me how you have this gift with beer?”

“I dunno. I don’t need it but I’m a lot better with it.”

Another soldier chimed in,

“So we gave up pretty much everything in Mozambique?”

“We still have a couple men out there but they’re just scouts. So basically yeah, Maputo and surrounding lands are ours, but whatever enemy gets their first gets them.”

The radio hummed as scouts on the north side came in,

“We can see fires in the distance. Reports suggest Alexius’ men will arrive in a day or so.”

Colonel Max Butcherson (Yes, he was pulled out of Freudotopia) cam on the radio from inside the base.

“All but three of you northern scouts should return to base.”

“Ok sir.”

Paulie put down his AKM and picked up his M60.

“Say we’re getting new guns.”

“Good.”

OOC: I’m looking for new guns. What would you suggest? Thanks
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The man threw his cigarette to the ground and stomped on it.

“Load ‘em up.”

Thousand of new tanks rolled onto freighters and planes. Thirty were already on their way to Maputo. They still had no name but some cultural advisor nicknamed them “CD101.5.”

The man walked onto one of the freighters as the ramp came off and the ship sailed for the provinces.

OOC: That I am.

"The Greeks would destroy the Generian wall, then?" seethed Lord Eldric. "No matter. We cannot dispatch the army there now, as they are now in Mozambique."

I don't exactly know how to land and where to land in Mozambique, is it alright if I don't roleplay the arrival of my air, sea, and land units there?

((OOC: Mozambique has a coast right along eastern Africa. just go through the Indian Ocean, and deploy them amphibiously. Map:

http://go.hrw.com/atlas/norm_htm/mozambiq.htm))

I didnt know the capital was at the south. I guess you can ignore my post. I still had the defenses put in order but the soldiers are still on the outskirts of my territory

OOC: GE, check your TGs.

OOC:Wow, I missed alot, post coming later.

Sgt. Paulie took a sip of beer.

"Thats the good stuff."

*Lets out a long whistle of astonishment*

:eek:

Wow, I missed out on a lot. (Looks around, bewildered) Could someone give me the story of what happened in a nutshell? Sorry, but I haven't been on the forums in days, so I'm lost here. :confused:

The last C17 carrying the men of the Doom Legion had arrived, and they began to assemble. Their goal would be to meet the Hoplites in battle, and crush them like insects. They would be supported by the previously stationed 4th Armor in the coming battles.The two divisions linked up, and moved toward the Greek border.

The Doom Legion moved to support the weary Praetorian division, and assist, while the 4th Armored would stay in reserve, providing artilery fire.


Official Government Statement-

We condemn the illegal invasion of the Generic Empire at their moment of weakness, and will support our long-time allies in the battles soon to be fought.

-Emporer Helldawg V, Lord and Emporer of the Dark Empire of Doomingsland



To:Grenval
From:Doomingsland

Talks are to commence immediatly.
We hope to patch up realations as soon as possible.

To:Grenval
From:Doomingsland

Talks are to commence immediatly.
We hope to patch up realations as soon as possible.

[OOC - See your thread dealing with Japanese Antartica.]

OOC: Where is that thread

"Hoplites move out! We have done enough damage to the wall."

The Hoplites started marching back to the Greece border where they will prepare there forces to destroy anything that comes near them.

Meanwhile in the capital of Generia.

There where many Greek protestors outside the Imperial palace demanding for a new emporor.

"We want a new emperor!" yelled many Greek protestors while waving Generian and Greek flags.

A Large Area Frequented by Generian Soldiers and officers

Icbar sat in the dark corner of the Happy Prophet Bar, eying the visitors. He paid alot of notice to the Generian soldiers. There were more than usual there tonight, he thought. There must be a celebration or something. All the more perfect for extracting his revenge. He counted 30 or 40 generians, as well as around 120 Generian Sympathizers. After an hour of watching them get drunk, he figured his time had come. He quickly jumped up and yelled, Kommen Sie, Ungläubige Um! and began to run towards the crowd. Unfortunatly for him, the second he yelled a drunk Praetorian threw a beer bottle at him, detonating his suicide vest. He exploded in the back of the Bar, killing only 13 Sympathizers and wounded around 30 more, including a few Generians.

This wasnt the only place that was attacked, however. 7 other locations were targeted, and all the attacks were succesful. Over 200 sympathizers or regular people at the bars were killed, and around 500 wounded. The Generian Casualties are un-known.

OOC: I put the civilian casualties because technically Generia is just occupying my territory. But i DIDNT put his military casualties. If you consider my putting civilian casualties to be GODMODING, ill take them off.

The Wirrawayan Army which had so patiently waited in Inhambane for orders was suddenly given them, over 2.5 million men made the long march to the border of the Generic Colony in Mozambique putting themselves in a position to support Alexius if the call came. 500,000 stayed behind providing a rearguard in the colony and also served as should anything go awry reserves.

The Generals stationed their troops 3 miles from the border and readied their armies. Now all that they waited for was Alexius's response.

Official Communique

To:Nikolas The Great
From: Bhalk

Nikolas, we are allies and should act as so. Tiberius is a good emperor, the unstableness in the empire is the civil war, not him. You should help to crush his enemies. We are insulted that you destroyed a wall with Borman soldiers on it, so we had to shoot back. Be assured you wont get in so easily next time. The guns are online, the missile launchers have been installed and stocked, aircraft are ready, and ground defenses have been installed facing greece (From Generia's wall). The construction of a fortress has begun on the Bulgarian-Greece border. Also the wall has been thickened by 10 ft. making it 20 ft. thick.

End transmission

OOC: Basically if you come in range of an ICBM you can hit, oh wait, your whole empire is in range. If any Greek force comes within range of the Generian border (Assault teams max range+10 miles) will open fire with cannons and missiles

Squadrons of fighters roared through the sky providing air cover for the amphibous landing at Chinde in Mozambique. Admiral Richard Henson himself was at the charge of this operation, and he gave the orders to deploy the assault ships on shore. There the soldiers and equipment quickly unloaded and set up; through the air more soldiers and supplies were air dropped.

Using nearby airfields, C-71 and C-240 aircraft are now flying in further shipments of troops and their supplies, including the latest West Scotland ground combat gear, from Soviet Bloc tanks to XM-8 assault rifles.

OOC: Anyone have new gun suggestions for me?

OOC: BUMPORZ!!!

Sorry if im not suposed to do that but this thread is TOO GOOD TO LOSE!!!

OOC:Noone had gun suggestion?

OOC: what kind of gun, assault rifle, pistol, sniper rifle......

West Scotland where is Chinde located I can't seem to find it on a map of Mazomabique.