NationStates Jolt Archive

"...ee the need to have closed borders, obviously. However, we dont see the point in completely depriving people of the French experience! Therefore, we are opening the borders of La Havre, and extending them outward around the city. There will still be international passports, etc required, but special government permission will not be needed any longer, in La Havre!

The second largest port in France, in recent years it has swelled to a size of 400,000 peoples! There are many historic monuments, and job oppertunities in the city! The airport is an international one as well, so flights from the city are fairly easy, as opposed to layovers in the closed areas of the nation.

We will be holding an arms expo to commemorate the desicion! Chellian arms and vehicles of war will be shown off in a fairly large area dedicated to government use. While not everyone will be allowed in who wants, reservations for civilian entering will be allowed. Also, representatives of a nation, especially ones interested in buying arms, will be given priority. The arms expo shall start next week, we hope to see you there!"

The Chellian foreign minister stepped off the podium, as reporters hounded him for questions. He smiled a crooked smile. This was going to be great.

OOC: Bump for great chellis

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OOC: La Havre est a cote du normandie, N'oublie jemais!

This has been a French BUMP.

À: Ministre des affaires étrangères de Chellis
De: Geoff Kirkssen, Fleet Admiral, Royal Navy

Avec votre permission, je voudrais à l'exposition d'armement en La Harve.

Merci beaucoup.


http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/hamptonshire/Ernest_King.jpg
Fleet Admiral Sir Geoff Kirkssen
Chief of Staff, Royal Navy


OOC: My French is rusty, but somehow it felt fitting.

Mazarin's shin blew out. Auguste simply dropped dead. Oviraski took it from a grenade. There were plenty of casualties to go around in Rouen. Mazarin lay on the ground, screaming his lungs out. A medic began working on him, a shot to the head quickly ending that, though Mazarin found a way to wrap his own tournicut(sp?).

The Chellians held out in The Hole, the name the Chellian soldiers gave to the Tour de Buerre. Every window had a gun pointing out. While millions of soldiers were in France, Chellian forces had a hard time finding these scragg French divisions. This one had been hiding in metropolitian Rouen, 13,000 hiding among the 1 million in the total area.

The French were well armed, as while unsupported by air or armour, their short travel distance allowed them to march with heavy weapons and many supplies.

Michelle Dreyfus stood in the top of the tower, with his P14S, a longer barreled version of the P14 for special sniper missions. He scanned his sector, as the three men in the room as well as himself had done for the last hour. Two chellian divisions were in the city, but both were regular infantry divisions, and the french knew the area alot better.

Michelle saw a small glint of light. He focused his sight as full magnifications toward it. In the darkness from a hundred or so meters away, a French soldier crouched with a Milan on his shoulder. He had it pointed right toward the tower. Michelle laughed. He could shoot him before the Frenchman could pull the trigger.

Michelle only realized that the trigger had already been pulled before, when the Milan warhead crashed into the tower. A high-explosive variant of the Milan, which chellian forces incedentally often used as well, it struck the middle of the tower. The tower, centuries old, had been under fire from constant fighting, artillery, etc. It had even taken damage back in world war two. The tower began collapsing upon itself. The chellian squads in the tower found themselves quickly dying.

Ivan Jeerich looked from a tall apartment roof toward the tower. It was indeed being destroyed. French soldiers began rushing to stop any survivors from running. He flipped open his radio. "This is Major Jeerich. You boys can open up your magazines now. We lost the tower anyways."

Three-hundred Antigone 155mm artillery cannons, from a heavily defended base right outside Rouen opened fire upon the area of the tower, and surrounding forested area. The seige lasted about twenty rounds from each cannon. 6,000 rounds of artillery nearly flattened that area.

The 131st armoured kicked open the door to the city, and let itself in. Chellian tanks called our artillery positions as the Antigones, more sporadically, began firing where ordered.

The French suffered 2,950 casualties. They knew Rouen was gone. They had to take their chances. "A La Havre!"

À: Ministre des affaires étrangères de Chellis
De: Geoff Kirkssen, Fleet Admiral, Royal Navy

Avec votre permission, je voudrais à l'exposition d'armement en La Harve.

Merci beaucoup.


http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/hamptonshire/Ernest_King.jpg
Fleet Admiral Sir Geoff Kirkssen
Chief of Staff, Royal Navy


OOC: My French is rusty, but somehow it felt fitting.

OOC: My french is pretty crappy, barely enough to convey some of what I want to say...

IC:

*Reply*

Tu es Invite a l'exposition du armaments, C'est Demain! Tu es vitesse? Heh

From: CCCB

OOC Uhm, yeah. This worries me, but I'll TAG anyway for later, possibly.

Three shots were fired from a P14, as they flew into the target. It fell down, no sound coming from it. The shooter stood there for a few moments, then smiled.

The Crowd burst into applause, as a video replay showed the target, Eight hundred meters away, being hit by all three bullets. But that wasn't enough. These good people wanted to see something really good. And so it was given.

An I-32 Fox flew above the heads of the people, at 50 meters above the ground. The jet roar was heard just after, and then the I-32 launched a 250kg explosive right onto the target. The crowd didn't need to see a replay. They saw the explosion just fine from where they were.

In the convention hall, there was an impressive number of armaments. Many chellian arms, old and new. Chellian variants of RL guns, some exotic allied guns, and more. There was even a walk-in version of a chellian V-121, where for a small fee one could go in, and check out all the insides, though nothing confidential was in there.

The convention was to last two days, with more than ten thousand attending in that period. Schedules were being passed out, and the wide array of exhibits were fascinating. It looked to be a very exciting weekend.

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Jean-paul Travailler looked through his binoculars, as the border between France and La Havre. He smiled.

Secret IC:

Off the shores of France

The IAS Wilson glided through the water. The submarine was one of the finest stealth subs in the Artican navy. The communications officer tore a piece of paper from the fax machine and went to the radio. "Captain to the bridge, captain to the bridge." Cpt. John Morgen was sitting behind his large dark oak desk in his quarters. He heard the message and got up from his chair. 2 minutes later he arrived at the bridge. "Officer on deck!" shouted one of the crewman. "As you were. Report." The communications officer walked over to him and handed him the paper, "New orders, sir." "Right." Cpt. Morgen walked over to the radio, "Dive to 700 feet, maintain complete radio silence and stealth." The naval command had issued orders that the IAS Wilson was to observe the Weapons Expo and make sure it doesn't turn into a terrorist arms bazaar. If it did, they were authorized to fire.

OOC:This should ensure some entertainment.

The CHN Golf rode the waves, off the shores of France. They weren't in any conflict, so they simply partied through the night. The ship was covering a stretch of water where the Wilson lay, but they didn't have their sonar on. They weren't afraid of anything. They just continued on their course, with no stop.