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Mara entered the shady room where all of the Palace slaves were meeting. Noticng a empty seat she sat down just as a fiery looking readhead steaped up the soapbox platform.


"Sisters in captivity" she started "sisters in captivity, for to long have we been held hostage and forced to do what the men of the island want us to do. Now is the time for the revolt, with Antoy gone and Anton an idiot it is now the perfect time to strike!"


"Kali your plan is crazy" said Kimberly, one of Anton's favorites. "It can not work the moment the men see what we are doing is the moment that they use the neuro-compliance chips to make us obey"

a chours of "I agree" and "I came here for nothing?" sounded throughout the room.

"I think Kali's plan can work" spoke up one slave, Mara, who had just got up and walked towards the soapbox, taking Kali's right hand in her left.

"Come on people is this not what we have waiting for? Is this not the dream many of of us have habored since as long as we can remeber? I know it is true for me"

"But what about the neuro-compliance chips?" asked one slave, in the back rows.

Mara thought for moments then spoke slowly, as if it was coming to her gradually.

"Anton wants me in his rooms tonight, given his weakness around women I think I can manipulate him into letting me have access to the lab were the equipment is kept".

Kali smiled then spoke again "Well there you have it people we have a plan, we shall covene here again tomarrow night"




THE NEXT NIGHT



Kali was once again on the soapbox waiting for Mara to arrive with the lab equipment, if she did not show up soon Kali was going to have a riot on her hands.


Suddenly there was knock on the door and in came Mara with some friends carrying the equipment to remove the neuro-compliance chips.

"Alright people Mara has returned with the equipment, now step up here we'll remove them for you"

A line formed immeadiatly with Kimberly of all people leading it. "Maybe this plan of yours will work Kali" she said as Mara took a black box near Kimberly's head, a few moments later the chip fell off her.

And so it went through out the night, by morning over half of the Palace slaves had their chips removed and the other half had thiers removed the following night. Together Kali, Mara, and Kimberly, who had elected by the slaves to be thier leaders formed a plan to get rid Anton of and delclare themselves free at last.

"HE'S DEAD!!!! LORD ANTON IS DEAD!!!" the screams of the frighted maid shook the whole house. In Anton's bedroom kneeling at the edge of the bed crying was Kimberly.

She seemed to be blubbering about how she should have never left Anton alone. But it was all a ruse, part of the plan to kill Anton in his sleep.


An hour or so after the maid alerted the whole house of Anton's murder did Kali come in and tap Kimberly on the shoulder.

"Alright Kim you can get up now" she said "That was a mighty convincing perfromace you gave. If I didn't know better I'd think you were actually devestated."

"Thank you" said Kimberly wiping her tears away "Now on too the next part of the plan"


A FEW HOURS LATER
OUTSIDE OF THE PALACE


A small group of slaves snuck about on the Palace grounds, seeming to be heading towards the Guards Armory to the east of the main Palace building.

"Alright everyone stop here" wispered Kali to the group " wait for the sentinel to pass"

"He's past lets go" she wispered again

slowly did the small group go across the grounds till they finally reached the armory building.


"Okay everyone we're here" wispered Kali "We are going to hafta get rid of the guards. I have a plan but I need volunteers" Five hands raised in the air. "Alright good you five follow me, the rest stay here"

The six guardsmen around the armory were bored out of thier skulls, this was without a doubt the most boring job of all. Suddenly a slight rustling sound came from the bushes


"Who's there?" asked one guard. Kali came out of the bush, followed by five other slaves

The Guard Captain made a sign with his hand walked towards Kali, wondering why she was out here and not inside the Palace.

"What are you doing out here miss Kali?" he asked "You should be inside"

Kali walked upto the guard and began talking in a seductive tone "I know but I just had to come see some of our brave men in uniform"

The Guard Captain chuckled "Well miss I appericate it quite a bit, we guards don't get engouth anttention ya know"

Kali nodded "Oh I more then agree with you, captain. In fact you look awfully big and strong, I like that in man" Kali then put an arm around the guard's neck and pulled her self closer, till thier bodies touched " You know I haven't had any fun in some time, I know of a cottage near here, we can right now"

The Guard captain nodded "I would love do that miss Kali"

Kali smiled "good, now nighty night bozo!" with that she used the hand on the army around the captain's neck to inject him with a sleep mixture

Kali heard groans from the guards as the captain fell, then she turned around to see the other five slaves standing over the guards

"That was fun" said one girl, a chours of "I did too" came from the other four.


Kali rolled her eyes and walked towards the bushes "Okay everyone come out now, the coast is clear!"




THAT NIGHT



Kali, Mara, and Kimberly all stood in the main broadcasting room of the Palace, the take over had been all too easy, once the Palace staff saw the guns they all surrendered immeadiatly. Now with the Palace under thier control The Female Triumtavate, as it was called was prepared to broadcast thier message to first off the Imperial Senate, and secondly the whole world.


"Almira hit the switch" said Kimberly.

"Alright we are live in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1"

"Esteemed members of the Imperial Senate" spoke Kali "We, the women slaves in the Imperial Palace have desposed the Regent Lord Anton and have complete control of the palace and the loyalty of its staff"

"We demand" said Mara "Our freedom and the freedom of all women in Maradkaxa. Futhermore we demand that all neuro-compliance chips be destroyed"

"And because all human beings are equal" said Kimberly "We demand that women recieve the same rights as men"

Now all three spoke at the same time "We give you till nine o' clock tomarrow evening to make a descion about our demands, we all thank you"

Comminque from the Republic of Sharina

Greetings.

We would be happy to mediate the dispute between the female ex-slaves in the Imperial Palace, and the Maradkaxa government.


Live well,
President Rand Veristek

OOC: Maradkaxa, are you a landlocked nation, or do you have some shorelines with the ocean?

Is this Modern Tech or are you going for Future here?

OOC: Alright replies

Democratic Colonies: Maradkaxa is landlocked

The O' Faolains: this is modern. the neuro-compliance chips and the technology assiocated with it is pretty advanced. But it was invented ahead of the rest tech in the country because of necessity

everyone else: the senate's response is coming in this post


IC:

The Imperial Senate was in a uproar as they debated about what to do.


"We must not bow to thier wishes!! It will tear the country apart!! It is our job to preserve the customs of the country, we must contact Antoy and get him back here at once. Only the Emperor can authorize military action!!"

"Leave that idiot of a Emperor out of this!! We can handle it ourselves!! In times of emergenacy we can mobilize the armed forces!!

"Military action?! Have you all lost your minds I don't mind giving in, the stability of the country is more importent. Besides we can re-chip them later."

And so for hour upon hour upon hour did the Imperial senate argue till finally the Speaker intervened

"QUIET!!!! ALL OF YOU QUIET DOWN NOW!!!"

The Speaker's voice, amphified through the announcement system quieted down the arguring senators.

"I have decided that we shall do nothing. We shall not dignfy the rebels with a response. Instead we shall do nothing and wait for Emperor Antoy's arrival. A message shall be sent shortly. Until then we do nothing."

OOC:

I'd like to know the women rebels reply to my nation's offer of aid.

Three Iron Bears Soared through the sun-setting skies above the world, the clouds acting like a Red Carpet greeting a royal visiter. Each Iron bear contained something less sinister than their usual cargo, supplies, food, water and most importantly medicines. Each of the bombers had a two Black Hound Fighter/bomber escort, armed merely with the Front .60 Cannon, no Ordinance, just bullets, flares and fuel. Thier destination was a drop over the Imperial palace. Turbulence shook the planes badly enough at one point for one of the Thunderbolts to be forced to return home with light damage.

"Sir we are four miles from the Maradkaxa Airspace, they'll pick us up in one mile." Navigator Corperal Maxwell reported to the pilot,

"Roger," came back the reply, the pilot flicked a switch in the cockpit, red lights lit up along the spine of aircraft, simultaneously the other planes Spines all lit up inside and the crews responded by clipping their gas masks to their faces. "Ok gentlemen, Operation Cavalier is go!"

Squadron Leader McGregor spoke up over the intercom,
"Squadron 5 breakoff! Cavaliers Good hunting." with that the remaining 5 Black Hounds broke off and began their return home. 12 Men would make it home at least.

OOC: hold on to your horses Sharina I'm getting there



IC:



The Imperial Palace



Kali, Mara, and Kimberly were looking over International responses when Kimberly noticed the offer of meditation from Sharina.


"Kali, Sharina offers to mediate between us and the government"

Mara took the paper and looked it over "Kali it would be a good idea to do this. I think even the stubborn old men in the senate will have to agree to our terms in the international community gets invovled"

Kali sighed deeply "If you think two think so then very well. But I don't like dealing with a country that has been buying slaves from Maradkaxa, even if it was to free them"

Mara and Kimberly looked at each other then left the room

IN THE PALACE RADIO ROOM AWHILE LATER


"Almira hit the switch" said Kali.

"Alright we are live in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1"

"This message is for the nation of Sharina" said Mara

"We are more then happy to recieve your assitance" said Kimberly.

"We sincerly hope that your intervention will help us" said Kali.

"We hope your interventation brings peace" said all three at the same time.



MARADKAXA AIR STATION ALPHA-RAGNOS

"Sir we are picking up something wierd on the scope. Looks like forgieners" said a young lieutentant

"Sir should I actvate the SAMs" said a second lieutatant

"No you nitwits, do you want to start a international incident ,stand down all air defenses. NOW!!" said the Commander.

"Sir we're in their Airspace!"
The Corperal shouted over his comm to the Pilot.
"Prepare counter flares, keep an eye out for SAM sites, last thing I want is to get blasted out of the sky for a Mercy mission!"

Lights flashed around the cockpit, The first Long Distance fuel Tanks registered as empty, each pilot flicked more switches, closing valves, and finally jettisoning the tanks towards the earth. "Full throtle, stay with me 2 and 3, remeber this drop has to be good, straight into the back gardens you hear."

more turbulence belted the planes and their crews around, the Iron bears began their descent to their final "bombing" runs, the clouds parted like giant Red Velvet Curtains on a stage, and their flew the three stars of the show. Iron Bears, the cream of the Neo-Phantasmagorian Airworks in old Luparia.

Final descent to 10,000 ft above groundlevel.

"Target! Range 10,000 metres!" The Navigator of Bear-2 bellowed across the Comms to the other planes over the roar of the engines.

Knights in shining armour. McGregor thought to himself.

Just to let you get some stats on the Iron Bear

performance: combat radius 12500 miles; top speed 550 mph; ceiling 55000 feet

powerplant: eight Strenlikov Inc. TF-188 turbofans rated at 18000 lbs thrust each

armament: maximum ordnance 50000 lbs carried in internal bays, including conventional or nuclear bombs and air to surface missiles

OOC: I figure I better post something before this dies, if hasen't already.




IC:


THE IMPERIAL SENATE




A group of senators walked through the halls of power in the Imperial Senate, thinking of what to do.


"No disrespect inteneded but the Speaker must be insane if he thinks we are going to do nothing. This rebellion is a slap in face to our authority. Not only as the Imperial government, but as men. It must be put down now!!"

"Patitence Frederick, patitence something is already in the works. The 22nd Imperial motorized division is lead by my son, he will move his forces to blockade the rebels if I tell him too"

"Then what are you waiting for man, tell him, tell him now!!!"

"I already have"


(OOC: I will post the motor troops blockade of the Palace as soon as I think of how to write it.)

Greetings, Mara.

The Republic of Sharina is willing to provide aid to you and your group. We would send food, drinking liquids, medicine, etc.

If the situation should turn for the worse, we are willing to evacuate you and your people to safety.

We admit that we have been buying slaves from the Maradkaxa government, but with the intent of giving them freedom in our territory. Every one of them are provided a home, a job, counseling, and full citizenship in Sharina. You are welcome to contact them to verify their freedom.

Inform us of what aid you'll require, and we will be glad to provide it.


Live well,
President Rand Veristek

THE IMPERIAL PALACE





Mara looked at the newst transmission then ran into the planning room.


"Kali Sharina is promising to provide us with food, water, medience and other things. They said they get us out of here if the government uses force"

Kali got up and looked at the letter "Yeah they do but they think your our leader"

Mara shrugged "I didn't want them to get that impression"

Kimberly stepped in "You guys I don't think we should get caught up in arguement, Mara you better send them a reply, they seem to be familelar with you"

Mara nodded and took off while Kali shook her head and turned attention elsewhere

well that's one crises advoided though Kimberly as she walked out of the room


MESSAGE TO SHARINA


Thank you for your assitence.

I am sure that once this is over Maradkaxa and Sharina will be great friends.

We are need of food and water at the moment, hard to believe but we already through most of the food and stores here in the Palace. We are not blockaded at the moment, but I fear the worst.

Secret IC to the slaves

We would like to give you 10,000 pounds of Goro. (Goro is powder military food that you can inhale drink with water or consume oraly.) Six or seven oz should be enough for a day we only supply lemon flavoured. It is full of the needed food necessities. We run pipes of it threw Ramshak it is almsot 3 dollars a pound, we would also like to give 50 billion dollars to your rebellion.

Public IC

The nation of Waylend is disgusted by what you have done to these women, we fully support any actions taken against this government to help free these opressed peoples!

Greetings, Mara.

We would be happy to send several dozen tons of food, water, and supplies on our S-100 heavy air transport. We are prepared to send you these amounts every week.

Would you like some peace-keeping forces sent to ensure security?

We look forward to a friendship with your people.

Live well,
President Rand Veristek

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OOC:

S-100 is Shar-100... my version of the USA's C-Galaxy heavy cargo planes (the ones that are as long as a football field).

OOC: Remember that motor division? well they make an appearence in this post. The Rebels will be in the next post.

THE IMPERIAL PALACE, OUTSIDE






Maradkaxan government General Jerome Handsacar watched his motorized forces roll past him as they moved to surround the Imperial Palace.

"General Handsacar the motor forces have completly cut off the Palace from the rest of Antho Prima. What are your orders?" asked Lt. Commander Gigan

"Tell the Imperial Guardsmen to come to my position, I intend to defuse this sitiution with out bloodshed"

"At once"

fifteen minutes later a group of Imperial Guardsmen walked up the General and formed a square around him. They marched for the front door of the Palace.

General Handsacar walked to the front door and began yelling. "Attention rebels this is General Jerome Handsacar I have completly cut off the Palace you have no hope of resupply, no hope that we will back down if you surrender your leaders you will be granted anmesty"

A tense silence came over the area then suddenly "DEATH TO THE OPRESSERS!!!" then black things began to fly from the Palace windows.

BBBBBOOOOMMMM BBBBOOOOMMM BBBBOOOOOMMM


"Those things are bombs! All units fall back!!! fall back!!"

The shouts could be heard everywhere as the troops began falling back the edge of the estate.

"Lt. Commander make sure no one goes the near the Palace unless it is for an assualt or they surrender" told General Handsacar to Lt. Commander Gigan.

"Yes sir"



MARADKAXAN GOVERNMENT BROADCASTING CHANNEL,
INTERNATIONAL BROADCAST


" Nations of the world earlier today our forces appoarched the rebels with a offer of anmesty for all if they surrender thier leaders. They threw bombs at us with out warning. We feel this shall expose the rebels for what they are. They are not freedom fighters, but terrorists. We ask for your support of the goverment forces in this showdown"

THE IMPERIAL PALACE, INSIDE





Kali, Mara, and Kimberly all stood around the table of the makeshift command center.


Kali's reaction can be described in one word: Volcanic. "You idiots! those bombs were not be used unless they tried to assualt the Palace!"

Kimberly stood up next and spoke "Kali the people that threw the bombs were in my sector, the commander told me it looked like an assualt and she thought the words of General Handsacar were a ruse to destract them".

Mara nodded "It that way to my people too Kali"

Kali slumped into her chair "Very well I trust your judgement. There will no punishment, but I hope for all of our sakes that the outside does not label us terrorists".

Mara stood up again "Kali they have not cut our comms, we can send messages to the outside, to Sharina and now Weyland"

Kali nodded along "Very well send messages to both, asking for supplies via airlift and if possible military intervention"

"Consider it done Kali"



MESSAGE TO THE OUTSIDE

"We are now under blockade from the goverment forces, please airlift all supplies to us. We are also asking if possible for forceful intervention, if you deem now the correct time. Do not feel forced.

Thank you"

OOC: Bump

Admiral Anika Gaheris released a quiet yawn as she stepped onto the bridge of the CNS Athena. A Colonial Marine announcing "Admiral on deck!" prompted the bridge staff of the Pax Magellanic Class Aircraft Carrier to come to attention, but Gaheris' immediate response to this was simply a dismissive wave of her hand. "As you were" said Gaheris as she made her way to the back of the bridge to get herself a cup of coffee. She had just been woken up from 3 hours of sleep by Commander Robert Berkins, who was had the watch for the current duty shift on the Athena. "You better have a good reason for waking me up" said Gaheris in her slight Norwegian accent as Berkins came up beside her at the back of the bridge. "Oh, I think I do sir," said Berkins, as Gaheris added cream to her coffee. "I think you'll want to see these transmissions out of Maradkaxa right away."

The CNS Athena, the command ship of the 48 vessel strong Colonial Battlegroup 1.2, was approximately 1800 kilometres away from The Empire of Maradkaxa. Only a portion of this distance was water though, as Maradkaxa was a landlocked nation, which would make any Colonial intervention much more difficult if large scale passage through the airspace of Maradkaxa's neighbors couldn't be arranged. Colonial Battlegroup 1.2, under the command of Admiral Anika Gaheris, was in the area performing counter drug-running operations, but as Captain Greg Stanford, second in command of the battlegroup discovered as he entered the bridge of the Athena, it looked like thier mission might be changing.

"What's going on?" asked Captain Stanford, noting the increased level of activity on the bridge. A nearby ensign passed him an intelligence report with the latest happenings. Stanford finished reading the report before joining Admiral Gaheris, who was at the front of the bridge. "You read the intel report yet?" asked Gaheris as Stanford came up beside her. "Yeah, not alot of intel to go on, but it all kind of happened pretty fast, so I'm not suprised" said Stanford. "When are we going in?" he asked. Admiral Gaheris turned around to face Stanford with a disapointed look on her face. "Going in Stanford? Going in?" she asked rhetorically. "Yes..." replied Stanford. "De Opresso Liber, Una Salus Victus, Freakin' Uber Gun'Em and all that. When are we going in to help out those rebeling slaves?" Stanford asked again. Admiral Gaheris signed before replying. "Short answer is, we're not. Atleast, not for now." she said. "While the Democratic Colonies would usually be all over a thing like this, now isn't really the best time for the Colonial Navy to be running around saving the lives of strangers." she continued. "The current tensions between the Democratic Colonies and Cherry Ridge would seem to indicate that a war is brewing - many in the Colonial Intelligence Service believe that Cherry Ridge is just looking for an excuse to attack us. The Colonies need us, the three other carriers with us, and the rest of the battlegroup at home. While I was asleep and you were just entering your off-shift, Commander Berkins recieved this transmission from Colonial Fleet Command." Admiral Gaheris passed Captain Stanford a sheet with orders from Fleet Command on it. Stanford looked at it carefully:

*****FLASH*****FLASH*****FLASH*****

Colonial Fleet Command, Viconia City, to all 1st Fleet elements -

War between Cherry Ridge and Democratic Colonies considered by CIS to be immenent STOP%$#$#^

All First Fleet elements are to return to the Democratic Colonies immediately, war may begin before you arrive STOP#$#%%$^

Exercise extreme caution in international waters STOP&$##@^##%

**********END TRANSMISSION**********

Captain Stanford looked back up at Admiral Gaheris. "Why the weird format?" he asked. "Result of the new encryption system, we don't think anyone without an operational codebreaking AI will be able to figure out that transmission." replied Gaheris. "Okay, fine" said Stanford. "But more to the point, I don't think we can really just leave these rebelling slaves all alone - we've got to back them up, have you tried explaining what's going on to Fleet Command?" asked Stanford. Gaheris shook her head. "Already tried talking to Colonial Fleet Command - we are to send out a few flights of V-22 Ospreys carrying supplies for the rebeling slaves, but that's it. Department of Foriegn Affairs managed to negotiate us getting through our Ospreys with Maradkaxa's neighbor, but they won't let us move more than one fighter squadren at a time through thier space. We are not to engage in further efforts unless we come under fire - unless someone shoots at us, we just dump a few loads of supplies and we're out of here. It's not much, I'm sure the food and water will be much appriciated by the rebels. The first flight out to them leaves in about 4 hours, once we've moved close enough - we're still outside of Osprey range right now."

OOC: Sorry about cluttering up my post with all that stuff that was pretty irrelevent to this RP, but it's kind of a necessity inorder to keep all my RPing in one coherent universe. Incase I didn't make it clear in my post, unless someone shoots at my V-22 Ospreys or thier 16 fighter escort, my battlegroup will soon move out of range of Maradkaxa, so I'm hoping for a little action there. The fighter escorts will be F-14E Cobalt Tomcats, we'll be dropping off food and water via V-22 Osprey- if you want arms or weapons on later flights, please request them. No military intervention on my part is planned if no one fires at my aircraft. Full stats on Colonial Battlegroup 1.2, or the airwing of a Pax Magellanic Class Carrier available if requested.

OOC: I'm afraid I didn't quite understand this statement Democratic Colonies: Incase I didn't make it clear in my post, unless someone shoots at my V-22 Ospreys or thier 16 fighter escort, my battlegroup will soon move out of range of Maradkaxa, so I'm hoping for a little action there. Do you want me too shoot your aircraft?

OOC: In a general sense, yes. I'd like someone, perhaps the Imperial Guardsmen to shoot at my aircraft - even if it's just warning shots. You see, in another RP I'm in right now, I'm nearly at war with another nation. The other RP isn't very active right now though, so I'm joining in on this one too. Since IC I should be preparing for the possible war in the other RP thread I'm currently involved in, I need an IC reason for my battlegroup to stick around despite what's happening in the other RP.
So:

OOC: I want to be in this thread because it looks interesting and the other thread I'm involved in is currently inactive, but

IC: I need someone to shoot at my planes to justify having my battlegroup hang around

((OOC: Post in my thread man...))

OOC:

DC: Alright I'll get on it

TIOR: I was sorta waiting till Rosa and Antoy got to somplace were they could hear a broadcast. I did not want to risk godmodding by suddenly RPing both our chars in some place to hear the broadcasts. I'll get on posting right now. You can probably guess Antoy's gonna have a nuclear meltdown.

OOC:

DC: Alright I'll get on it

TIOR: I was sorta waiting till Rosa and Antoy got to somplace were they could hear a broadcast. I did not want to risk godmodding by suddenly RPing both our chars in some place to hear the broadcasts. I'll get on posting right now. You can probably guess Antoy's gonna have a nuclear meltdown.

((OOC: You can RP hearing a radio announcement. I wouldn't mind...))

OOC:

TIOR: Danke Schon (I'm expiermenting with new languges)

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OOC: DC you want your planes shot down? Very well here it is.


IC:





IMPERIAL GUARD AIR STATION, NEAR THE PALACE



Lieutantant Marka Frongen looked at the radar screen when he saw some blips on a course that would bring them over the Palace very soon.


"General Handsacar we have some unindentified planes flying near our positions, due to be here in 20 minutes, what are your orders?"


The General replied quickly, more then normally "shoot them down Lieutentant, now"

"Roger sir starting up preps now"

15 minutes later

"Alright bogies are now in range" said Lt. Fromen

" Open fire all SAMs " orderd Cpt. Steven Enlan

"SAMs fired" reported another lieutentant

Secret IC to slaves
"As a liberal nation we always feel forced." There was a short pause then some laughter. "Your food is on it's way, Good luck."

IC

2 Cargo planes each carrying roughly 5,000 pounds of Goro will reach Maradkaxa in 10 hours. They will drop off the Goro in a the courtyard.


OOC
Tag

THE IMPERIAL PALACE





Kali stood by a window on the Palace's third floor watching everything that was going on


I have a feeling that many shall die before this is over, if only the Senate could have just accepted our demands

Kali shook her head, she couldn't get sentimental, not now with so many counting on her.

She was still looking when she felt a small rustle of hot air she turned around to see a hole on the wall.

"Snipers" she muttered under her breath as she dropped down to floor.

AWHILE LATER

The whole command center was abuzz with the news that the goverment troops were trying to snipe them.

Kimberly was the first leader to speak "It is clear that goverment now reconizges us as a major threat for them to use snipers"

Mara nodded "Agreed they would not use snipers outside of a war unless it was major crises"

"So it looks like some good came of that little incident" said Kali

They all agreed on that.


(OOC: How am I doing with the writing? I would like to know so I can improve)

OOC: Was that last post bad, or just short, or did it not make sense? Anywho Antoy has left TIOR and he is back in Maradkaxa.



IC:



THE IMPERIAL SENATE



The senators were still arguing amongst themselves when the flew open and Antoy walked in, dressed like a Emperor again.


"YOU BUMS!!!" he yelled "I can not believe you letting a rebellion happen on your watch!! Are all senators really that incompetent or am I just stuck with a bad generation of them?"

" Now that I am back things shall move more smoothly" This time when he spoke Antoy's voice had returned to normal "General Handsacar has been ordered to step up the sniping campaign and preparations have been made for an all out assualt on the Palace"

Antoy turned to leave then stopped and whirled around. "One last thing. I now believe that from what I have seen that this is Senate no longer effective. As of today this body dissovled and its members are to go home"

The senators looked at each other in shock, then the Speaker stood up "You can not do this Antoy!!"

" Yes I can old man" grolwed Antoy "guards take the senators home" with that Antoy left as dozens of armed Imperial Guardsmen rushed into the room.

The Imperial Palace



The command center of the Imperial Palace was in a uproar, for news had just reached them that Antoy had dissovled the Senate.


"Kali what are we going to do, if Antoy can dissolve the Senate with no compliants what will he do to us, after all nobody will probably care" asked a scared young woman in the back.

Kali stood up and cleared her throat "Sisters please calm down" she said "please be calm" the sound stopped "thank you. As you are all probably aware Antoy has returned and has dissolved the Senate. How this will affect his dealing with us I do not know, but I pray that it will not, I know how scary it must be but we must be strong"

Kimberly stood up in the crowd "Kali's right we must be strong, we must preserve"

"I agree" said Mara

Kali smiled as the worried look on her people's faces began to vanish.

"Until we know what Antoy will do everyone is put their units on high alert and patrols are to be increased to keep an eye out. Okay you are dismissed"

((OOC: Nothing against you man, but ICly, it's to teach a lesson :P))

Orcha and Rosa were standing the Red Office, the main room of the President's villa. It had the Rosian flag draped and a Rose as a rug on the floor. The day was sunny, there was traffic as usual of course.

Orcha sighed. "Well Rosa, we need to go to war again don't we?"

Rosa chuckled, grabbing a folder that was on the deck. "Yes, if only to teach him a lesson."

Orcha nodded. "Good point. Mind giving out the message?"

Rosa chuckled. "Of course."

* * *

Official Statement from The Soviet Democratic Empire of The Island of Rose:

Antoy, sweet Antoy. Haven't you learned yet? Tsk tsk. Until the women have equal rights, I'm afraid the Island of Rose has declared a state of aggression with you. I guess you will have to learn the hard way. Don't worry, this is just a fancy way of saying, we hate you, no war. With love...
-Minister of Culture: Rosa Yulto

* * *

With that, three entire fleet left the port of the City of Rose. It contained an entire Division, the 3rd Division really. They were one of the best trained Divisions, but since they were inland there would not be a land invasion. For now, sorties would happen. RB-1s of course would be used. But they didn't know that... all they now that is they were hated. And of course they would stay in international waters....

((OOC: Forces:))

3rd Division:
12,000 Personnel
1,000 BMP-3s
300 T90 MBT
10 RCH-1s (Chinooks)
8,000 Support Staff (including M.A.F.H unit)
2,000 Humvees
450 Ural 6 x 6 Medium Haul Trucks
60 ROH-1s (Blackhawk)
120 RTAP 155mm Medium Howitzers
40 RMLRS 120mm (Smerch) Rocket Artillery
20 Priests
45 RLAH-1s (Cobra Attack Helicopter)
40 RAH-1s (Hind)

Each Fleet has:
1 Nimitz Class Carriers (Carries 85 Aircraft)
5 United States Class Carriers (Carries 50 Aircraft)
2 Iowa Class Battleships
3 Los Angeles Class Submarines
2 Arleigh Burke Guided Missile AEGIS Destroyers
2 Kilauea Class Ammunition Ships
1 Kaiser Class Oiler Ship
2 Safeguard Class Rescue and Salvage Ships
1 Mercy Class Hospital Ships
7 Chicago Class Escort Ships

((OOC: Map would be nice and you can always say you're picking up something... :) ))

OOC: Thank you for firing on my aircraft. As odd as it may sound, if NS were Real Life, it would be the only thing that would make my battlegroup stay out there to help instead of coming home to prepare for the war that may occur as a result of the other thread I mentioned.

IC:

*300 Feet above the Empire of Maradkaxa*

A single bead of sweat slowly rolled down Lieutenant Janet Higgens' face as she struggled to keep her plane flying as low to the ground as possible. She was the lead pilot of the 8 Ospreys on the relief flight into Maradkaxa, and her orders were to stay as close to the ground as possible in an effort to avoid radar detection. The squadren of F-14E Cobalt Tomcats that formed her escort were flying slightly ahead of the Ospreys, but just as low as they were. The flight so far had been relatively quiet, if difficult, but the radio chatter of the escort fighters began to pick up as the aircraft neared the Imperial Palace where the rebelling slaves were currently located.

"I'm ah... I'm getting some strange radar redirections, it looks like ground based radars have increased power in this direction" said a female voice over the buzz of radio interference.

"Have they spotted us?" asked a male voice, one that Higgens recognized as Commander Arnold Fischer, the commander of the fighter squadren.

"No, I don't think so... Not seeing any missiles or anything, it dosen't look like they've locked onto us. I think they're just redirecting for normal traffic reasons Commander" said another male voice that Higgens didn't recognize.

"What's going on up there?" asked Higgens, concerned that they'd been spotted. "Have we been spotted by the Imperial Guards?" she asked. "We're fine, they haven't seen us yet" said Commander Fischer, much to the relief of Lieutenant Higgens. "ETA to Imperial Palace is about 5 minutes though, so everyone stay alert" said Fischer, "I want everyone to - ". There was an odd second of silence over the radio as Commander Fischer was cut off mid-sentence, before a flurry of interference laced yelling came over the radio again. "All fighters, break break break! Incoming missiles!" Higgens heard the female voice from earlier scream. "What the hell is going on up there?" Higgens yelled into her radio as she saw the appearance of multiple fireballs a few kilometres infront of her. The fighter pilots seemed to ignore her though, as they broke formation and tried to evade the SAMs that they hadn't noticed earlier. Another male voice that Higgens didn't recognize came over the radio. "All units, the mission is a scrub, return to Ath - " the voice said before it ended in a scream amid the sounds of an explosion. Higgens began to curse as she began to manuver her V-22 Osprey back towards the CNS Athena and out of Maradkaxaian airspace. "All Ospreys, the mission is scrubbed. Return to carrier" ordered Higgens as she completed a 180 degree turn. A few words of confirmation came in as came in from the other Ospreys, but as the last of them radioed in, Higgens felt a hard impact to the left engine of her aircraft that sent it veering off into a downwards spin. Higgens and her co-pilot tried to stabalize thier aircraft, but within seconds, the right engine of thier Osprey was hit by another missle, the impact ofwhich sheared off the entire right wing. The dual-rotored aircraft went up into a ball of fire as its fuel stores exploded, scattering containers of food and water all over a hill where the mangled wreck of the aircraft impacted.


*Aboard the CNS Athena*

Admiral Anika Gaheris shook her head as the radio communications from the relief aircraft were piped onto the bridge through a system of speakers. An LCD screen on a nearby bulkhead showed the status of the aircraft: out of the original 8 Ospreys and 16 Tomcats that were sent out, 5 Ospreys and 3 Tomcats remained. The shipboard AI for the CNS Athena, manifested on an adjoining screen as a distinctly Greek looking woman, was managing communications with the remaining aircraft and guiding them out of Maradkaxaian airspace on an erratic route. "Come about bearing 138 mark 233" the AI said in a neutral voice as Admiral Gaheris studied the positional maps and radar images of the aircraft on yet another pair of the LCD screens that surrounded the bridge of the Athena. "Yeah, 138 mark 233... into that canyon, right Athena?" asked the voice of Lieutenant Commander Sarah Clatesman. "Confirmed, the canyon should shield you from radar detection for the next 8 minutes" said Athena's shipboard AI. Admiral Gaheris sighed before rubbing her eyes with her hands. "How the hell could they have missed the SAM launches?" she seemingly asked the ceiling of the bridge as she slumped back in her chair. "Was that one of the rhetorical questions you're so fond of, or do you want an analysis?" inquired the Athena's digital AI persona from her LCD screen. "I don't need an analysis Athena" said Admiral Gaheris as she got up from her seat and made her way to the front of the bridge. "I'm pretty sure I know why this happened - and I'm pretty sure it's not the reason you're thinking of." Athena looked slightly confused as she flickered off the screen she was on earlier and transferred herself onto one closer to the front of the bridge. "What do you mean Admiral?" she asked. "I mean that while you're admittedly smarter than me, faster than me and sometimes more perceptive than me, you suffer from the same flaw all of the integrated shipboard AIs in the Colonial Navy suffer from: you give your creators too much credit." Admiral Gaheris said. She put a hand onto the bulletproof glass of the foreward bridge window as she continued. "You're a smart AI Athena. One of the best in the fleet - why do you think the Imperial Guard shot down most of Commander Fischer's squadren before they realized that they were even under fire?" The AI considered the question for a moment before replying. "I believe that the pilots were not expecting the Maradkaxaians to use the type of radar that they did. The SAM launches may have gone undetected for a number of reasons: extremely good heat and radar masking on the missiles, undetected radar jamming by the Imperial Guard, a large number of radar ghosts produced by flying so close to the ground, worse than expected visibilty, highly - " Athena fell silent as Admiral Gaheris indicated that she stop with an upraised hand. Still gazing out the window, Gaheris began to speak. "You're just making excuses for Commander Fischer - he and his pilots screwed up. That's the nature of the Colonial Navy, that's what happens when nearly everyone in the military has served less than 3 years and never seen real combat." Admiral Gaheris turned around to face the AI as she noticed a few of the bridge crew take discrete glances at her last comment. "We're a force that's well equiped, well payed, and higher tech than most nations in certain areas - you're certainly proof of that" said Gaheris, indicating the screen Athena was on with a pointed finger. "Hell, the Colonial Government's even sprung for the best combat simulators on the market. Last time Commander Fischer was tested, he scored 91 out of 100 on the Naval Aviation simulation - but that didn't mean a damn thing out there today. Most of our forces have never seen combat outside of the simulations, and simulations can never offer the experience that combat does." said Gaheris. "But there are exceptions to that, some Colonial forces have seen combat recently" countered Athena, bringing up photos of various battles the Democratic Colonies had been in during the last few years onto the screen next to hers. "Somalia, Cherry Ridge, Cutler's Bay - we ourselves were involved in Spartan" Athena said as Admiral Gaheris dismissed them with a wave of her hand. "Somalia was not a good battle for us - more like a disaster where the bodies of 2 dozen Colonials ended up being dragged through the streets. Cutler's Bay was nothing but a smalltime pirate's hideout, and we didn't do anything out at Spartan but insitute a blockade without us firing a shot. Cherry Ridge is the only example of real combat in the lifetime of the currently serving generation, and you know as well as I do that two battlegroups involved in a military intervention doesn't make an entire miliary, or even an entire navy experienced. Face the facts Athena - the Colonial military is full of inexperienced sim-gamers. Commander Fischer and his pilots should have been prepared no matter what kind of radar the Maradkaxaians were using. He should have seen those SAMs coming up, and the only reason he didn't is because he screwed up beyond all measures of screwing up and got his sim-fighter pilot wings burnt to a crisp. God..." Admiral Gaheris was pretty sure that most of her bridge crew had heard all that, and she was sorry, but she needed to vent about what happened. She looked from the disturbed face of Athena on her LCD screen to the faces of the sailors that tried to pretend that they'd heard nothing all around the bridge. She noticed Commander Berkins step onto the bridge as a crewman let out a nervous cough. "Duty shift three begins in five minutes. All hands, duty shift three begins in five minutes" announced Athena over the shipwide announcement system. "Is there something wrong?" asked Commander Berkins, noting the odd silence amoung the bridge crew. "Nothing you should be concerned about" said Admiral Gaheris to the much younger Commander as she exited the bridge. Commander Berkins gave a quizzical look at Athena, which she could only reply to with a shrug.

OOC:

TIOR: Thanks for coming to the RP

DC: actually it is not wierd to me that a attack would be the only thing that would keep your battle group near Maradkaxa. IRL I want to be a professional military historian, so I have studied alot about how different militaries think both past and present.

Alright everyone I am quitting this for tonight (it is late where I live) and tomarrow I have stuff to do. So I will be back some time tomarrow, I don't know when. Feel free to keep posting though

Hasta la bye bye

OOC: Sorry I've been so silent, I was sleeping last night.

IC:

Maradkrax Imperial Palace Cargo having been dropped

The screams of the Democratic Colonist Airmen could be heard in the radios of the three Bombers. McGregor looked around his cockpit, even below the masks he could see their reactions, "Alright I hear you, we have no bombs but, Ball and Tail Gunners prepare to strafe, I want a clear corridor!"

The whole plane crew went from silent to machine clicking as they cocked each gun. O'Rourke, the youngest member of the Squadron looked down his sights, below him were around four armoured cars and a group of infantry and one reloading SAM battery, he knew that if he did nothing that those screams may be his own next. "Bastards!" he shouted as he fired, his other words hidden by the sheer weight of lead that left his gun. McGregor began to speak over the radio on channel 16 the international Radio Frequency, but his words were over shadowed with the roar of the engines, hopefully the words would still reach the Democratic Colonials, or what was left of them. "Those Counter Flares better be ready, we're gonna need them!"

The roar of the engines was enormous, it was clear as to why they were called Iron Bears, but the roar wasn't enough for the 5 Black Hounds to hear, Squadron 5 were silent as they flew back in, they knew full well that they would never make it back, even if they survived the SAMs, thir fuel would be too low to return home, they would have to ditch somewhere near the holly trant, their neighbours and pray the Royal O'Faolain Navy was prepared to pick them up.

"Lead Guard Dog to Lead Cavalier, over."
"Go ahead, over!"
"We heard it too, make sure we don't have blue on blue here, we'll distract them, you get the hell home. Over and out!"
"We can do it, we can squash ants just as well!" O'Rourke bellowed over the Comm to his Captain,
"Yes, but we wouldn't get home again, and we're not agile enough to dog fight, and as for SAMs!"
O'Rourke Grit his teeth, he wanted to speak up but he knew his Skipper was right. Damn! he thought.

Lupagrad The Celtic Clan Empire's capital

Emperor Michael O'Faolain had been watching the screens for a while, he knew that it would take days for a fleet to arrive and he didn't have enough Transports to take a Paratrooper division.
"I never thought I'd hear myself say this, send two Squadrons of Black Hounds out to the holy trant, make sure Eleanor knows what we're doing. Get me Admiral Tolwyn aswell, tell him to get The Kings Fleet on the move." his voice was calm, cool and calm, it held a minute fraction of tension and concern, he also knew that there was little chance any of his Planes would make it back. "Joanne, take a letter..."

OOC: Okay everyone I am back now and ready to post. TIOR I would provide a map but an elephant could draw a better map then me. And The O Faolains it is okay, I don't mind.






IC:



Imperial Guard HQ



Antoy sat upon his makeshift throne in the Imperial Guard HQ outside of his Palace. As he brooded a young man ran into the tent with a message.


"My Emperor the Island of Roses has declared war on us, until we reconizge the rights of the women"

Antoy took the paper and read it "Tell the Rosians" he said in a calm voice "That will die before I ruin tradition"

The courier nodded and ran out of the room.

Antoy then walked out of his tent and towards the command tent where General Handsacar was waiting.

"General Handsacar how much longer till the final preparations are finished?"

The General gulped nervously "My Emperor I'm afraid we have more pressing matters on hand"

"what?"

"The troops are starting to complain about being here, they want to go home"

"Those that say such things are tratiors General Handsacar, we must destroy all tratiors"

"I agree but how?"

"Have the Guardsmen round them up and despose of them"

"Sir those troops are the Guard"

Antoy came very near to blowing up right there and then but he controlled himself and shook his head "You mean to tell me General that even the Guard is complaining?"

"Yes sir they are tired of being here, they wish to go home"

But Antoy was not listening, instead he stormed out of his tent and ran up onto a platform where there was a bullhorn

"ATTENTION ALL GUARDSMEN NONE OF YOU GO HOME UNTIL THE REBELS ARE BACK UNDER CONTROL! THANK YOU!" Antoy then stepped off the stage and walked into his tent.


IMPERIAL GUARD UNIT 15/32


Guard Brigadier General Henrui Kaeal was cleaning his rifle (OOC: Brig. General Kael likes to fight alongside his men) when he heard Antoy's announcement.

"Antoy is getting out of hand now" he said to General Handsacar a few minutes later "We must do something or the whole army will munity on us"

"I can't do anything you know that Henrui"

"I think you can"

"I can not without doing something treasonous"

"It would not be treasonous it would be getting rid of a weak link"

"Henrui if we were not good friends I'd haul you to court"

"Promise me you at least think about it, all right?"

"Alright, I'll think"

OOC: My Emperor Character enjoys to fight alongside his men, not in some tent behind the lines but in the thick of it.

Also could you post just what happened to my fighters, they were taking on SAMs head on, something tells me that they won't survive.

IC:

Emperor Michael had wandered up and down the stone flagged halls for two hours dictating his letter to Antoy, the first half and hour he spent on how to say, Hi I'm Mike, properly, he gently asked Antoy to allow these rebels lee way and to grant some concessions before his entire country became ravaged by civil-war never mind international war. The rest of the letter basically offered himself as a middleman to talk to the Rebels and see if a comprimise could be made. But even then he decided to scrap the letter, that was the moment he heard the first Fighter Pilot's death report.

Captain McGregor had radioed in that as he fired two flares to counter a SAM, he had seen a Black Hound take a direct hit, Iron Bear 2 had been hit in his left wing but felt he could limp back most of the way, though he may have to make a detour via The Island of Rose. Michael clenched his fists, the knuckles went bright white, his head dipped, his teeth grit and tears began to appear in his eyes. One thing he hated was the deaths of his lads infact he could hardly bare it. Instead he rallied himself, steadied his hands and looked back up to Joanne,

"Scrap that letter," he said having regaining control, "New letter; Antoy I was willing to try asnd negotiate but you just killed my boys, you have just unleashed the Dogs of War instead."[i]

It was that simple note that was sent to Antoy by Wire, a copy remaining in Michael's desk drawer. He turned to the window [i]"Joanne, before you go, could you send for Charlotte please." his voice was very calm, very cool and held a certain sinister edge, though Joanne was sure that she and the Empress were very safe in Moichael's prescence at that moment, she feared for the hundreds of poor Maradkraxans (?) that may face an O'Faolain onslaught.

OOC: Alright O Faolains I can do that for you I'll say that most of the fighters were shot down is that alright? Oh and the people of Maradkaxa are callad Maradkax or Maradkaxians so that you will know




IC:


AIR DEFENSE BATTERY ALPHA-GARTAK


"Sir we have more bogies coming in"

"Like the ones Beta-Ragnos reported?"

"Yes sir"

"ETA 10 minutes

"Alright bogies are now in range"

" Open fire all SAMs "

"SAMs fired"

"Bogies hit"

"Sir some are breaking off from the main group"

"let them off with a warning, alright next shift in 5 minutes"



THE IMPERIAL PALACE


Kali, Kimberly, and Mara walked into the control room to find the place a hive of activity as women moved to and fro

Finally Kali walked unto her platform and cleared her throat

"Attention I have recieved word the snipers imployed by the Imperial Guard have withdrawn all units can now return to thier orignal posts"

a cheer rose up from the crowd

"Futher more some one from high up in the Guards command sructure has told us that his unit and in fact most of the Guard is tired of this war, and that if we can hold on a few more weeks this will end!"

A large cheer now rose from all over the room

(OOC: Can anyone guess who the tipster is? And also I am thinking of having Antoy killed in a few posts. But I don't know how to do it, does anyone have ideas?)

OOC: I quite often use Special Forces, I'll telegram you with a plot line, but it would take a few more posts to come together. Thanks for the info on Maradkaxian (sorry about the spelling mistake)

IC: The last of the Bombers limped home, Iron Bear 2 had part of its left wing shot off and had lost a lot of fuel, resulting in it ditching in the sea just off the Island of Rose Coastline.

One Black Hound followed suit whilst the other surviving Black Hound just made it to the Island of Roses' Coast before ditching into the beach. The pilot quickly scrambling away from the plane before it blew up. It reminded him suddenly of the tales his brother had told him of Sephrioth's attacks on The Island.

The Kings Fleet

The kings fleet had set sail just hours before the last bomber came home, Admiral Tolwyn had been set a simple task, he was to take the surface fleet, and a small Hunter-Killer Sub-Pack, to the International Waters just outside the Maradkrax waters to the East, there he was to give a show of strength by carrying out quick hit and run assaults on Maradkrax Shore defenses, before an almighty hammer blow to a two mile stretch of shoreline. At the same time, Arkala 01 of the Delta-Charlie, talked directly to the Emperor.

On Board HMS Soveriegn, Trojan Frigate

"Arkala, I want you to get your team ashore as soon as possible, you need to infiltrate the Palace and alert the rebels to your where abouts. The Palace Guard are rumoured to be moving out but..."

"But you think that it may be a rouse, sir."
The Emperor smiled at the response, he had known Arkala 01 since the raids on Watenhoe were first made, he was a good man, a trustworthy man, a loyalist and a freind."Quite so." It was with that that the Emperor put the phone down.
The Arkalas gathered together and discussed their strategies, the first problem was breaching Maradkraxian Airspace without being detected. The Second was landing somewhere where they wouldn't be found and killed, and the Third was to get past most of Emperor Antoy's personal Guard, who were bound to be loyal.

The answer came like a bolt of lightning, well a fishing boat actually but it was close enough. The fishing boat was Maradkraxian and had been stopped because of this fact. She was called holy hope, Arkala 04, the oldest yet most child like Arkala, liked the name, so it stuck.

The Arkalas prepared their plan, use the boat to get to the coast whilst wearing civilian clothing to do so. If the Intell was right then Sophie would be hard to get a shore if they were stopped. Instead she agreed to stay in the cargo hold, with the fish, and the story was produced that she was Arkala 01's slave. As he was the Skipper of the trawler anyhow. It was a down right cheeky plan, but it might just work.

Greetings, Mara.

In light of new developments, we will be sending a peace-keeping force to protect your people from harm and the rumored sniper attacks.

We will increase our supply air-drops, to provide a surplus of food and material to last your people for a while if a siege is to occur.

How many people of yours are there? We would like to know so we can plan an effective evacuation, if things turn sour.

We will evacuate you to Sharina, where you will recieve full citizenship and freedom.


Live well and prosper,
President Rand Veristek


==========================
Comminque to the government of Maradkaxa:

We are willing to remove all the rebels from the Imperial Palace so that they will not trouble you any further. We will bring them to Sharina, where they will be given a new life.

We must try to avoid bloodshed and civil war in Maradkaxa.

Live well,
President Rand Veristek

"Aboard the CNS Athena, Pax Magellanic Class Carrier*

Admiral Anika Gaheris took another swing from her vodka bottle as the Colonial News Service broadcast ended. She was alone in her quarters after her outburst on the bridge of the Athena, drinking as she sometimes did to relieve her stress. There was one good thing that came out of the night though, Gaheris thought: the latest news broadcasts seemed to indicate that international tensions between Cherry Ridge and the Democratic Colonies were dying down. Peace was being discussed - Battlegroup 1.2 and the CNS Athena were no longer needed to return back to the Democratic Colonies, and were now available to stay and help the freedom fighters of Maradkaxa. A bit too late for Commander Fischer and his squadren though thought Admiral Gaheris, as she finished off her vodka bottle with another long gulp. She flung the empty flask at a corner of her unlit quarters and heard the cracks of shattering glass as it slammed into something in the darkness. "Television off" Gaheris commanded the LCD screen infront of the couch onwhich she layed, prompting it to turn off. She enjoyed a few minutes of silence in the dark solitude of her quarters before the screen infront of her flickered on again, this time with Athena's AI persona on it. "I'm sorry to interupt Admiral Gaheris, but new orders have just come down from Colonial Fleet Command, and Commander Berkins thought you might want to see them" the AI said as Admiral Gaheris slowly rose into a sitting position, using a hand to shield her eyes from the bright display infront of her. "Jesus Athena," complained Gaheris. "You're too bright. You're hurting my eyes" she continued. Gaheris began to rub her eyes as Athena lowered the brightness and contrast levels of the LCD screen. Athena knew about Admiral Gaheris' drinking habits, but hadn't seen her consume so alcohol alone in a very long time. "Better?" asked Athena, now on the much dimmer screen. "Sure," said Gaheris as she picked up another bottle of vodka. "Don't bother showing me the orders though - patch them through to Captain Stanford. Just...just leave me alone for a little while." said the Admiral as she got up off the couch only to collapse onto it again. "Are you sure?" asked Athena, concerned about her commanding officer. "Commander Berkins believed that -" Athena was stopped as she was interupted by Admiral Gaheris. "I said to leave me the hell alone!" shouted Gaheris as she again got off her couch. "Leave me alone and report to Captain Stanford about the orders." repeated the Admiral in a much more subdued voice. "And don't contact me again for the rest of the night unless it's an emergency." Athena gave Gaheris a concerned look, but decided to follow her orders. "Aye sir, reporting to Captain Stanford." Athena said before flickered off the LCD screen, once again leaving Admiral Gaheris in the dark gloom of her quarters. Admiral Gaheris uncapped her new bottle of vodka as soon as Athena was gone, and began to drink from it, collapsing back onto her couch.

Captain Greg Stanford was jogging on a treadmill in the CNS Athena's gym as Athena's AI flickered onto the screen mounted above the treadmill. "I'm sorry to interupt Captain Stanford," Athena began, "but new orders have just come down from Colonial Fleet Command and Admiral Gaheris thought you should see them." Captain Stanford pressed a few buttons on the treadmill to slow it to walking pace before replying. "Go ahead Athena" Captain Stanford said as he wiped at his sweatlined brow with a nearby towel. The LCD screen flickered as it was cut inhalf so Athena was on one side and the transmitted orders were on the other. Captain Stanford quickly skimmed over them as he continued to walk on the exercise machine. They detailed the cancellation of thier previous orders, since battlegroup 1.2 was no longer needed back home, and ordered them to 'further establish communications' with the rebeling slaves currently at the Imperial Palace and determine how best to help them. "What did Admiral Gaheris say about these orders?" asked Stanford as he sped the treadmill up to a light jogging speed. "She.... Admiral Gaheris asked not to be disturbed for the remainder of the night and asked that I report to you with these orders." replied Athena in a neutral voice. "I....see." said Stanford. Captain Stanford hadn't served with Admiral Gaheris very long, but he had suspected for the last few weeks that the Admiral drank more than she should at certain times. "Well, I guess the orders are pretty direct anyways," said Stanford as he increased the speed on the treadmill back up to a running speed. "get onto a wide-band radio transmission and broadcast out to the rebels. Figure out what we can do to help" he told Athena. Athena flickered off the screen with a quick "Aye sir" and began transmitting over open radio frequncies a few moments later.


**Open Transmission**

This is the CNS Athena of the Democratic Colonies calling the rebeling slaves of Maradkaxa. We are present with Colonial Battlegroup 1.2, and wish to offer whatever assistance we can. We would like to know how we can best help your efforts towards liberation. Please reply at your earliest convience,

CNS Athena integrated AI.

**End of Transmission**


OOC: I'm not entirely sure what to do now. As well, the tensions in the other thread pretty much died down, so my OOC request for you to shoot at my planes wasn't really needed after all - talk about poor timing and bad luck for me, huh?

The Liberation Fleet arrived aka the three attack fleets. The mission? Well The O Faelions were already there.... might as well ask what the plan is.

Admiral Diana Rah was a female, rare in the Rosian Navy. She had to fight her way through, she was already good in politics, she could've just joined a Ministry. So why the Navy? Her father died in a horrific accident. She stood 5'5 with her white navy uniform. She held a saber at her waist as she looked across the sea. She chuckled, heading out a message towards her allies and the Women's Liberation Front as she called it...

To Allied Fleet:

We have an entire Division and 3 Fleets at your disposal. We want to coordinate with you. Please respond.
-Admiral Diana Rah of the Liberation Fleet

To Women's Liberation Front:

We have an entire Division. We have supplies. If you require anything, or
require anything, contact me through this channel. May God bless you
on your endeveour.
-Admiral Diana Rah of the Liberation Fleet

Diana now stood and waited for a response...

THE IMPERIAL PALACE





Mara burst into the room and walked towards Kali's desk


"Kali I have big news"

"What is it Mara?"

Mara took out a piece of paper and handed it to Kali "It is from Sharina they are going to increase aid to us!"

Kali examined the paper "That is good Mara but they also want to evacuate us to Sharina. Mara I like would like Sharinian aid but I will not evacute, I shall not abandon my sisters here"

Kimberly now walked into the room. "Whats going on?" she asked, sounding concerned.

"Sharina is willing to give us aid but they also want to evacute us to Sharina, that is something I can not do, Kim can you accompy me to the broadcasting room"

Kimberly nodded and followed as she left the room, leaving a very confused Mara.

MESSAGE TO SHARINA


"Almira hit the switch" said Kimberly.

"Alright we are live in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1"

"Greetings friends in Sharina, I am Kali, the leader of the rebellion. I appericate the offer of help from you and I accept it but I can not in good consince leave this country when the rest of the women of Maradkaxa are still in bondage so I must decline your offer of evacuation. I would like it if you could apply pressure to Antoy to come to the negoitions table so that we can resolve this matter peacefully"


IMPERIAL GUARD HQ


Antoy was looking over plans for a assault on the Palace when a courier came in

"My Emperor a message has arrived from Sharina, they wish to try to remove the rebels from the Imperial Palace."

Antoy got up and took the message "Excellent, but tell them that if they find out who the ringleader, or ringleaders of the rebellion are I want them to be brought to me bound and gagged"

"At once your Imperial Majesty"


(OOC: OOOPPPSSS I did not see your replies DC, TIOR. I'll reply to your messages in my next post. )

OOC: let me just wipe the sleep from my eyes.
Can i just apologise in case I write teh istead of the, I type so fast that my spelling has taken an horrific dive rescently.
Ok.

IC:

Holy Hope

Daniel, Arkala 01, looked around him the seas were horribly quiet, there was hardly any waves as their small vessel chugged along towards the coastline, the same nagging thoughts wrestled in his minds, who were these women, what was the country like, and more importanly how were they going to travel the miles to the Imperial Palace. The final thought though was what really hit him, how were they going to get in? How were 10 men, one of the 6'6" going to sneak past an entire Army. Sure they had snook here and there before but never had they wandered into a palace. A strange glow on the coastline broke him from his thoughts. Ahead, just fourteen miles away on the beaches there seemed to be a fire, a large fire, burning. At first he thought it was a result of the bombings held earlier in the day, but then he remembered that no bombers had actually carried ordinance. It was only when Holy Hope got closer that he realised what it was. It was plane wreck, and what was worse, it was a Black Hound.

Wolf, Arkala-04, stood looking at the wreckage as they passed, he couldn't believe that anyone could have survived the fireball, and tried not to imagine what it must have been like when it had first been downed. Wolf knew all too well what Fire could do, his secondary task in all misions was to "cleanse" bunkers. That involved the highly efficient Salamander Flame Thrower.

(will EDIT, i.e. to be continued...)

THE IMPERIAL PALACE




Kali was at her desk again, having just sent the message to Sharina, she now saw more messages, one from the Democratic Colonies the other from the Island of Rose. Kali smiled, today was turning out pretty good for her movement, then she noticed the name the Rosian admiral had gave them "Women's Liberation Front" and decided that from now on the movement would bare that name.


Getting up Kali walked through the door of her office and signalled Mara and Kimberly to come with her to the recording room.

MESSAGE TO OUR ALLIES


"Almira hit the switch" said Mara.

"Alright we are live in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1"


"Greetings from the Imperial Palace we much appericate your help to our effort for freedom here in Maradkaxa" said Kimberly

"We hope to ultimatly force Antoy to the negoitating table by using what ever means necessary" said Mara

"We believe that if faced with overwhelming force in the form of an invasion from the International community Antoy will surrender, for he is a coward inside" said Kali

"We thank for your assitence" said all three leaders at the same time.

(OOC: O Faolains just tell me when I need to post something to help your plotline, encounter with guards, meeting a slave woman etc etc)

Diana received the message and chuckled. Coward hm? She chuckled once more. I have an idea... She sat down, cracked her knuckles and started typing an open communique.

Official Statement from The Liberation Fleet:

There is no hope for you Antoy. I have 3 Fleets and 3 Divisions. One fleet equals Division, you cannot win. The O Faolains are especially allied with us. We are in the same alliance, Victoria. Meaning Victory in latin. But this is a personal operation, not in the name of the alliance. Anyway, you have little time. You will surrender. Or you it will rain fire soon. Good day Antoy, and may the waters of war scare you in your bed!
-Admiral Diana Rah of the Liberation Fleet

Diana sighed. It was a bluff... but it could end the war.

((OOC: Remember it's a bluff. You can RP it as fake or you can believe it))

OOC: Nice one TIOR, it will take a little while to think on how Antoy would react to this. I'll RP it when I do.

OOC:

Should I send another tranmission, clarifying my option for evacuation? I mean, Sharina would evacuate them if government forces were to attack the compound with overwhelming force. This way, Mara and Co. will avoid a kangaroo court trial, or worse.

Sharina will send peace-keeping forces of 200 - 400 men to the Palace to bolster defenses.


Should I RP the arrival of my men?

Lemme know what I should do. :)

OOC: Sharina that will not be needed, you'll see why when I finish writing my newst IC post.

IMPERIAL GUARD HQ


Antoy was in the command tent discussing his plans for the future after Sharina took away the rebels when a courier came in the tent looking panicy


"Your Imperial Highness the Rosians have a fleet in international waters they are set to invade us!"

Antoy stood up and read the message "This is false" he said in a shakey voice "The Rosians would not do this to us, not after my good will trip there, I doubt there is even a fleet in the waters"

General Handsacar took the paper "My Emperor with all due respect we have no reason to believe they would not invade, but have every reason too. Given that you said that the Rosians love to help revolutions"

The other generals nodded thier assent "I believe the best course is to surrender sir. Maradkaxa is in no shape to face a international war with not one but two countries" said Brigadier General Kaeal

Antoy just stood there then screamed and fell to the ground "Why me?! Why me?! Why did this have to happen to me?! Is heaven not happy with my preformance?! WWWWWHHHHHYYYYY???!!!"

Generals just looked at one another shook thier heads sadly

Then Antoy stood up and after several minutes heaved out a breath "I shall not let the future record me as the Emperor who gave the women rights, therefore I am abidcating the Imperial Throne to whomever wants it"

The Generals looked at eachother in shock "But sire...." Handsacar started

"Don't call me that!!!"

"Antoy do that abidcate I am sure that history will not codemn you "

"NO!!! I will not do it I am abidcating and leaving you with the job! Happy headaches!!"

With that Antoy stormed out of the room leaving behind a stunned roomful of generals and his Emperor's coat.

"I for one believe that You shall me a fine Emperor General Handsacar, or should I say My Imperial Higness Jochim I!" with that General Kaeal got down on one knee

The other generals followed suit and so Jochim Handsacar became the 25th ruler of the Empire of Maradkaxa.


THE IMPERIAL PALACE, THE COURTYARD


A little while later Jochim with a mandatory unit of Imperial Guards on either side of him marched towards the Palace holding a white flag. Once there Jochim walked to the door of the Palace and yelled "Attention in there Antoy has abidcated the throne and has named me as his successor, I have no problems with you and I formally request a peace confrence to sort out our differences"


On the other side of the door Kimberly looked out a window and thought This could be a trap, but then again if Antoy really did abidcate and this man really wants to talk this whole thing could end

"Ma'mn what are your orders?" asked Almira, one of Kimberly's unit commanders
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"Prepare a unit, I am going out there to talk"


Outside Jochim watched as a group of women walked out, lead by a brownhead with a air of authority.


"Greetings I am Kimberly, one of the three leaders of the our freedom movment"

"Greetings to you Lady Rebel" said Jochim with smile that signalled he was not serious calling her that and bow

Kim was a little taken aback bow the politness of this Emperor Jochim and had to shake her before continuing "I hear you wish to have peace talks"

"I do miss Kim, I have no problems with you or your movement and I just wish to see a end this"

"How do I know I can trust you?"

"I allow the International community to oversee the talks and I myself will come unarmed and and without guards. The only reason the guards are with me now is because I couldn't ditch them on the way here" Jochim broke out in a grin

Kimberly just stared at Jochim "Very well I shall trust you, but it is a uneasy one you have to understand, I shall return to the Palace now and alert my co-leaders of this"

"And I shall alert the Internationals of this"

And with that they parted

THE OFFICAL MESSAGE OF THE IMPERIAL GOVERMENT OF MARADKAXA

Due the stressess of the job Antoy, 24th of the name has offically abidcated his throne to Major General Jochim Handsacar, who is now Emperor by the late Antoy's decree. Emperor Jochim I has now formed asked for a ceasefire from the rebels in the Palace and has recieved it. Emperor Jochim now requests that the upcoming peace talks be presided over by the International community for the insurence of fairness and safety

(OOC: Well what do you think guys, I'll post the rebel celebration in a bit, I have rest my hands a little first, eeee)

There was celebration all over the Liberation Fleet. No losses, the bluff worked. Drinking and partying around. Diana was getting especially rowdy. And by now, she was drunk beyond belief. I'd rather not go into detail but it involves some ducktape, a banana, and a lot of lubrication. A lot of lubrication. Luckily, her first mate, Captain Radik Rasir was sober, he sent the message.

Official Statement from the Liberation Fleet:

I will go and attend the meetings, I will be armed with unarmed, no guards. I hope to see you there. And if your are wondering, the Admiral is very tired. Good day.
-Captain Radik Rasir

Greetings, Mara.

The Republic of Sharina would be happy to hold the peace talks within our nation. It is a neutral place where both your party and the new Emperor's party may resolve their differences.

We are hopeful that this will usher into a new age of friendship and equality between your peoples.

Live well and prosper,
President Rand Veristek

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Greetings, Emperor Jochim.

The Republic of Sharina would be happy to hold the peace talks within our nation. It is a neutral place where both your party and the women rebel party may resolve their differences.

We are hopeful that this will usher into a new age of friendship and equality between your peoples.

Live well and prosper,
President Rand Veristek

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OOC;

I think it'd be fun if I could RP a bit about my nation, and holding my first peace conference. :D

OOC: Okay I am back and ready to type that rebel celebration. Sharina could you post the thread of the peace confrence,TIA (Thanks in Advance)




IC:


THE IMPERIAL PALACE



The scene within the Imperial Palace was one of great celebration as cheering and dance music defeand just about anybody within the Palace. Meanwhile in the Command Center a large crowd had covened and were praising the leadership of Kali, Kimberly, and Mara who could only recieve the prasie and smile.


"All hail Kali, Kim, and Mara the heroines of women and liberity through out Maradkaxa!!!"

A loud roar filled the room as the women yelled thier approval, then increased as the heroines in question got to the mike

"Thank you one and all" said Kali "Thank you for this ceremony however Kimberly, Mara, and I can not take all the credit it was because of you, all of you that we have reached this happy day, I hope after the confrence women through out Maradkaxa will live in freedom and equilty"

"Kali is right" said Kimberly "This victory was only because of a effort of us all as a whole to improve life for us here"

Mara was the last to speak "I agree with Kali and Kimberly. I for one am looking forward to the days after the confrence, though I am probably going to bye me some new clothes first, I mean I do not want to wear military clothes for the rest of my life!"

At this the whole room laughed, yep, leave it to Mara to liven up a party.

The partying continued well into the night and the next day everyone woke up with massive headaches, not from drinking but from all the yelling and music.

(OOC: was that a lame celebration post? I am asking because I want to improve my skills)

OOC: It was pretty good. I myself like to get more into the thoughts of my characters, show what they're thinking, make the occasional arguement or internal conflict between them, but that's just me. I'm not sure how you feel about my RPing ability, and I'm pretty new to RPing myself, so take that as you will.

IC:

*Aboard the CNS Athena*

"Whooo-yeah!" yelled Commander Robert Berkins as he popped the cork out of the huge champagne bottle he was holding. A small crowd of bridge officers was around him, as the entire ship, and the entire battlegroup, was celebrating what looked like a win for the Women's Liberation Front. The cork bounced off the front window of the bridge as Berkins started pouring the bubbly champagne for his fellow navy officers. They were going to party tonight, probably only stopping when they ran out of champagne and alcohol to consume and everyone was exhausted. "Here's to the Women's Liberation Front, those ladies sure know how stage a rebellion!" yelled someone from the back of the bridge as a sailor's leather uniform jacket went flying across the room. Athena flickered onto a nearby LCD screen as another bottle cork went flying into a bulkhead. "I would drink to that, but we all know why that can't be..." said the AI as she glanced around the room through her LCD display. "Don't worry about that Athena - I've got you covered. I'm gonna drink enough for the both of us. Here's to the Athena, the most beautiful ship in the fleet!" shouted a now jacketless female Lieutenant with the engineering department. Berkins laughed as the Lieutenant then tried to drink a pair of champagne glasses at the same time, failing miserably and ending up spilling her drinks all over a nearby Marine. It's going to be long night, thought Commander Berkins, as the sound of festive music began to play from somewhere amoung the sonar stations of the bridge. Commander Berkins laughed again as the Lieutenant and the Marine she had just spilled champagne on linked hands and began to dance from one side of the bridge to another, totally out of beat with the music that was being played. A long night indeed.

Captain Greg Stanford quietly entered the lightless observation deck of the Athena, carrying with him a pair of small glasses and a bottle. Admiral Anika Gaheris was seated at the front of the unlit room, the only illumination coming in through the massive windows of the observation deck in the form of starlight. Captain Stanford sat down next to Admiral Gaheris as he noticed the glass mug Gaheris held in her hands. "Is that vodka? Campagne?" asked Stanford as he set down his own glasses and bottle. "It's just water. I think I've had enough to drink for one day, don't you?" replied Gaheris, still gazing out of the massive windows instead of at her executive officer. "Come on Admiral, you deserve to celebrate with the rest of your crew" said Stanford, but Gaheris didn't move an inch from where she was when Stanford entered the room. "You go celebrate, you deserve it" said Gaheris as she took a sip of water from her mug. "I'm just going to stay here" she finshed. Captain Stanford stood up as he began to speak. "Oh, come on Admiral!" he said. "Look, I may not have served with you for as long as either of us would like, but I know you well enough to realize what you're thinking. You're sitting here alone with the stars while our crew is celebrating and Athena's probably increasing the size of her social activities folder by a billion percent because you feel that through some weird cosmic law or something, you're honoring the memory of Commander Fischer's squadren and those Osprey pilots by doing this. Am I right?" asked Stanford. "Partially, yes" nodded Admiral Gaheris. "Well, I'm not going to let you. Not alone anyways" said Stanford as he sat back down and uncapped the bottle he had brought in with him. "What's that?" asked Gaheris as Stanford began to pour the contents of the bottle into the small glasses. "8 year old Scotch from my native Andromeda Colony" replied Stanford as he passed Gaheris one of the glasses. "As hard for you to believe as it may be, I always do the same damn thing you do whenever I lose people on a successful mission and everyone's celebrating. I sit in the dark and feel bad about it until I feel that I've done the appropiate amount of feeling bad so I can move on" said Stanford. "I always did it alone, but just this once, I think it might be a good idea for us to do it together" continued Stanford. Gaheris seemed touched by Stanford's actions. "Well... thank you." she said. "Hey, what are executive officers for but keeping the commanding officers company during the longest, darkest, most bittersweet of nights?" asked Stanford rhetorically as he drank his first glass of scotch. It would be the first of many for the two officers, as the inky blackness of midnight slowly transformed into the hopeful sunrise of tommorow, and toasts to fallen comrades and newfound liberty rang out to the heavens.

OOC: I guess we could drop the Plot line, though you could have someone reverse Antoy's decision.

IC:
The Arkalas had just reached the shore when they were informed of the surprising success of the Operation. They found they had little problem strolling through the streets of Maradkraxa once they had announced whom they were. Two Titans flew in to drop off two Jeeps as well as one Admiral Tolwyn, and so the Arkala Special Forces had managed to become ambassadors.

Imperial Palace Gate House

A highly annoyed Wolf paced the grounds outside of the Gatehouse. He was Genetically Modified but still human deep inside. He anxiously scratched at his nose, something he had done since the day he had first been selected by the special projects department back in Lupagrad. He was revered in his home land as a living legend, a being neither man nor beast but a combination of the two. One problem he had always had was dealing with women, something that had only been increased since the days of the "Change". The Arkalas had decided to draw lots on who would accompany the Admiral, Sophie had been expected, to add a freindly female face to the Embassy, but Wolf had reluctantly drawn the short straw. A slick black uniform of the Arkala Guard had been flown in for him and Sophie. She exited the Gate house now and for a moment Wolf was stunned. She looked so different, he was that used to seeing her in Combats with Camo Paint covering her face that he hadn't even thought about the woman beneath. Wolf, being GE was separated from his "Human" colleagues when they returned to barracks to maintain his Bio-Chemistry, he knew his freinds only in theatres of conflict.

Sophie stood strapping the last pieces of Gold lace across her shoulders, buckling on the Cutlass and fastening her Pistol Holster shut. She stood for a moment admiring herself in a pane of glass, her long Black Skirt ended just above the ankles just revealing a soft black leather boot, her Tunic, fully buttoned up bore the names of her Regiment before the Exodus, and her Family Crest. Her hair was done up in a smart plait that just rested off her shoulders. It was only when she turned she realised she was being watched. She was made uncomfortable by Wolf, he was Genetically modified just when the Feather-Bellied Wolf had been brought back. His height, weight and general physic had been enlargened whilst his Psyche had been attacked and reforged with that of a Wolf's. Now though, even though she knew she should be uncomfortable, she couldn't hide a small blush that she had been noticed, Wolf was still hansom even if he was a little beast like. Wolf stood in the same Uniform except with a pair of Black Trousers with a simple light-blue stripe down the outside leg. His regiment, as she was shocked to realise was hers, they had both been Huskarl Engineers, but who was Wolf? He hasd no idea, and so the mystery maintained in her mind.

Admiral Tolwyn broke the silence,
"Well you both look very smarrrt." he said with a role of the rs in his typical Scottish accent. He smiled then said something on the radio towards the Imperial Palace. He hoped that there would be a reponse.

"This is Admiral Tolwyn of the Kings Fleet requesting permission to enter the compound as part of the O Faolain's Embassy to these negotiations. Over."

HMS Phoebe, The Kings Fleet

Whilst the other fleets celibrated, the Kings Fleet remained on high alert. Two Thirds of teh crew were given Board Relaxation (Ship borne R+R) but the other third remained on high alert.

Rating Rachel Kaminski sat on her bunk crying her eyes out. She had heard her Boyfreind fly over head in the Black Hounds, she had actually run out and caught a glimpse of his plane as it disapeared back towards the Maradkraxian Border, its well known blue Tail telling all that they were Halifax Squadron 127.
She also knew the very moment he went down, straight into the beach. She heard his screams of pain in the radio room as he wrestled to escape the plane's burning wreckage. She had painfully been forced to listen to her Lover's horrific death. There were others too that gripped pillows for the loss of loved ones. Of Six Black Hound Crews, only Three had made it back, and then one of them had died on impact with the Rosian Beaches.

Rachel felt a deep longing in her heart, she just couldn't believe that she had lost her man, she had lost the only certain thing in her life, and now she felt she had nothing. Harold Magnus Gunn, was, ironically Master Gunner on HMS Phoebe, a Tiger Class Destroyer. He wandered in to see how his oldest school freind was doing, he knew it had hit her hard. Usually when the spouse or loved one of a KIA recieves the information on thier death, they are told that they died instantly from a shot to the heart, that they would even have felt the Shrapnel/Bullet that hit them. But Rachel was unable to be told such White Lies, She knew exactly how he had died, and how long it took. He brought a small bottle of Lemonade, inside of which was Rum, and lots of it, 2 litres. He sat down and talked to her all evening, explaing the basics of what he would actually felt, how infact he was a hero and would be seen as such by the gods and would now be sitting on their table for a week whilst they serve him, before he was sent on to Paradise in the Holy Parades as each O Faolain was. He handed her a letter he was passed from the Emperor himself.
"Emperor Michael wishes to pass on his personal condolences and inform you that he hopes you are proud of Pilot Sergeant Matthew O'Reilly and that he is to receive a Distinguished...." he was cut off as rachel began to cry even more heavily into Harold's arms, "I don't want a medal," she wailed, " I just want my Matt!"

OOC: Hey DC, O Faolains very niecly done. And DC I happen to think you are very good at RPing. I am always trying to improve. BTW do you think I should post the coference thread myself?

OOC: Thank you for the kind words Maradkaxa. I guess you can post the conference thread if you want, and if you'd like me to show up, I can fly over a few characters to join it. If you'd rather not post it, or rather that I not show up, that's okay too. It's really up to you for the most part, I think.

OOC: Thanks for the advice DC. I guess I'll post that confrenrece now. Oh and feel free to send a delagation