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((OOC: This is an alternate-world sort of RP. None of this counts. It is one on one, me vs. TIOR. This is closed. Tags and OOC is fine.))

What Went Down

In the fifth year of the reign of Emperor Alexei, great ruler of the vast Generic Empire (and part-time raving lunatic), Alexei met with President Sergei of The Island of Rose. A great feast was held in the Imperial Palace to celebrate the coming of the dignitary. The hours passed quickly, and the people ate, drank, and were generally merry.

As celebration drew to a close, President Sergei stood to make a toast. As he was rather intoxicated, standing was a bit of a challenge, as was speaking. Sergei lifted his glass, and made, what was to him at the time, a brilliant and beautiful speech. Unfortunately, said speech consisted mainly of jokes at the expense of a Generian bishop, and comments on the Empress's backside.

Needless to say, the congregation was most distraught, and Alexei, being rather intoxicated himself, became enraged. Diving across the table, he tackled President Sergei to the ground. The two battled across the floor until the guards were able to pull the angry Emperor and perplexed President off of each other. As Sergei was rushed to a waiting chopper, Alexei cursed him, and swore revenge.

Consequently, diplomatic relations disintegrated, and after several long months of talks, formal declarations of war were issued from both sides. So, the Imperial fleets made sail for The Island of Rose, intent on bringing their particular form of justice over insults casually uttered through a drunken net at a state dinner.

Official Imperial Declaration of War

Island of Rose,

In response to your despicable insults to our fine and august Emperor and his lovely wife, we hereby decree that a state of war shall exist between our two nations. The Imperial Praetorians shall scourge your land until penance may be exacted. Let them burn your towns and cities, and ravage your women, suckling off of your land until they have had their fill. Then, when enough men have died, we shall salt the Earth and go forth from your broken homes, and shattered lives. May you rot forever in eternal hellfire. Have a nice day.

Go Ge! You're The Man!

Official Statement from The Proletariat Commonwealth of The Island of Rose:

Come and get it.
-Minister of War: General Alexander Roska

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The entire Ministry looked at the statement. They looked over to Sergei, Sergei sighed.

"I'm sorry. But look, now we have to defend ourselves. Alexander, get the Fleets ready. Don't let them land. Orcha, rally the citizens. The rest of you go home to your families."

The Ministry nodded, each leaving the Red Office from different directions. The only ones who stood there was the General, a 60 year old Patton like figure. And Orcha Yultanov, the Vice President. Sergei sat on his chair, rubbing his forehead.

"Alex, the defenses?"

Alexander nodded.

"There is artillery everywhere. The 2/3s of the Navy is ready. 1/3 is unfortunately tied up in New Roska."

Sergei sighed, he then smirked.

"Keep them busy. Just in case. Do not let them land. No matter what. The Armies?"

Alexander pointed out the window.

"Inside the Cities. But we can't let them take the rivers."

Sergei raised a brow.

"You mean we have 11 Armies inside all of the cities in total? Good. But send the 3rd Army Force to where ever they land."

Alexander nodded.

"Already alerted."

Sergei walked over to a glass case. It contained an HK G36. He smashed the glass with his hand. He picked it up, cocking it and looking at Roska. Rosian citizens everywhere prepared for the invasion. They picked up various guns from their houses. They were ready for an invasion...

Two-thirds of the Navy surrounded The Island of Rose. Each Fleet had one mission, do not let the enemy land under any circumstance. Though this might be hard, it would have to be done. If the enemy landed, the street fight would begin, and by God they would not lose easily... especially with the Army Groups on the ready...

((OOC: You know what I have already right? I actually have 30 Fleets not 25, so I need to edit that. Remember everything you need to know is in the factbook ;) ))

Go Ge! You're The Man!

Ah! A n00b! I n00k j00!

Yep.

Tagged.

Bump for I know Generia is online.

Bump for I know Generia is online.

((OOC: I'm doing some stuff right now, and checking NS while I do. I want to wait until I can stop multi-tasking and make a good post.))

Admiral Gregor Zaskorov looked out from the bridge. The ocean was rough and the skies were a sickly. The waves slammed into the side of the vessel. He turned his back to the window, smiling.

“It’s a great day for an invasion.”

“Admiral, we are approaching The Island of Rose.”

“Excellent.”

The admiral addressed the rest of the men on the bridge.

“Alright, men. We’re coming up on our target. Expect some tough resistance. These sons of bitches won’t just let us waltz up onto their beach. They’re going to do whatever they can to keep us away from the coast, ‘cause they know once we get our boys ashore, we can beat ‘em. This is where we come in.”

“Sir! Skyeye reporting Rosian fleets 12 miles to the southeast.”

“Battle stations, boys! Let’s give these commie bastards a one way ticket to the bottom!”

“Aye, sir!”

Alarms sounded throughout the flagship, the GIS Alexa. The fleets came to life. Men scrambled across the decks, preparing to engage the Rosians.

GIF-77s and 101s rocketed forth, screeching eastward to make contact with the Rosians. Soon the battle for domination would begin.

Emperor Bhalk would like to send his fulla rmy to assist his ally.

OOC: But becuase this isnt happening he sits there smoking and playing poker with several of his best generals. After which the women will be brought in.

Aboard the CRS Rose:

The CRS Rose, the Flagship of the Rosian Navy. It was a Nimitz Carrier and the pride of the Rosians. The commander of the ship, Admiral Francis Halsey, was also leading the Defense Fleet. He saw the radar screen and let out a sweat drop. He had too much pressure. He picked up the radio box.

"This is the CRS Rose to all Fleets, the Generians are here. Bombers and fighters are to attack the transports. I want anything with a gun to aid them. Do not attack anything that isn't a transport unless you are attacked upon. I want 10 RAH-1s to help them. The RAH-1s are to help destroy the enemy carriers, Admiral out."

What were RAH-1s? Hinds. Hinds in a Naval Battle? Halsey always wanted to use Hinds in a Naval Battle, this was his chance.

25 RB-1s and 50 RF-1s took off from various Carriers. Especially from the CRS Rose. The bombers of course were armed with 1,000 pounders. The RF-1s would provide escort. But of those 50 RF-1s, 25 would meet the fighters and bombers.

The Iowas and Chicago classes aimed their guns towards the transports and began to fire...

((OOC: How much did you send anyway?))

Woah...cool...TIOR roleplays! This should be fun. Oh, and GE, sorry for kind of not checking or doing anything in the other RP we had. I got behind and I think it's over now...what happened?

Woah...cool...TIOR roleplays! This should be fun. Oh, and GE, sorry for kind of not checking or doing anything in the other RP we had. I got behind and I think it's over now...what happened?

((OOC: You think I gained all these posts by spamming? ;) ))

Admiral Gregor Zaskorov looked out from the bridge. The ocean was rough and the skies were a sickly. The waves slammed into the side of the vessel. He turned his back to the window, smiling.

“It’s a great day for an invasion.”

“Admiral, we are approaching The Island of Rose.”

“Excellent.”

The admiral addressed the rest of the men on the bridge.

“Alright, men. We’re coming up on our target. Expect some tough resistance. These sons of bitches won’t just let us waltz up onto their beach. They’re going to do whatever they can to keep us away from the coast, ‘cause they know once we get our boys ashore, we can beat ‘em. This is where we come in.”

“Sir! Skyeye reporting Rosian fleets 12 miles to the southeast.”

“Battle stations, boys! Let’s give these commie bastards a one way ticket to the bottom!”

“Aye, sir!”

Alarms sounded throughout the flagship, the GIS Alexa. The fleets came to life. Men scrambled across the decks, preparing to engage the Rosians.

GIF-77s and 101s rocketed forth, screeching eastward to make contact with the Rosians. Soon the battle for domination would begin.
OOC:You stole my AWACS's callsign! Meh, tag.(go GE)

Woah...cool...TIOR roleplays! This should be fun. Oh, and GE, sorry for kind of not checking or doing anything in the other RP we had. I got behind and I think it's over now...what happened?

OOC: Tiberius dies, ALexius died. THe brother who was imprisoned became emperor. Nation is healing itslef.

((OOC: Where's my cheering squad? :())

((OOC: Where's my cheering squad? :())

OOC:Im sorry, i dont know. Ill cheer.

Die easily. Dont be hurt too bad.

GO GE

J/K

Just wait for some allies.

OOC:Im sorry, i dont know. Ill cheer.

Die easily. Dont be hurt too bad.

GO GE

J/K

Just wait for some allies.

((OOC: Eh, I have homefield advantage. GE has land advantage, for TIOR is just endless plain with 6 huge cities. Though citizens are heavily armed... let's take the OOC to my OOC asking thread... I'm bored :P))

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70 GIF-77s streaked in as low as they could get to the towering sea. They were flying on radar transmissions. Visibility was nearly gone. As dangerous as the weather was, it would prove extraordinarily useful to Generia.

“We’re coming up on the target.”

“Copy. Arming ordinance.”

The aircraft drew nearer the fleet. Suddenly, the squadrons separated, breaking for their individual targets.

A gigantic vessel, an aircraft carrier, loomed up before the first squadron. The GIF-77s broke upwards, releasing their ordinance. Captain Mikhail Zhukov glanced quickly back over his shoulder in time to glimpse the pillars of fire blasting upwards into the grey air.

The other 12 groups moved in on their targets, closed and rained death on the vessels, before changing course to reload and refuel. However, before they could return to their carriers, they would have to pass over the hornet’s nest.

“Alright boys, let’s run the gauntlet.”

OOC: I guess I'll have to be your cheering section. Go get 'em TIOR. Kick GE's crazy a**. Ya go TIOR. Oh ya and
Morathania tag

Three Chicago Classes were destroyed, also a United States Class and Iowas caught on fire, they were mostly useless now.

The Iowa classes started firing upon the transport ships, a navy can hit the shore, a transport can bring men. Meanwhile, the 10 RAH-1s approached the mammoth Carrier as it fired all of it's rocket pods at the runway. It even shot off from it's gatling gun.

Meanwhile, the 25 RF-1s caught target of the escaping bombers. They locked on their 4 sidewinders on 4 planes each aka multi-targeting. They will not let one get out alive if possible. Aiding this was AA fire from the Chicago Class. The airplanes had to be destroyed. "Not today motha fucker!" One man said. The missles flew towards them.

The 25 RB-1s started approaching the transports, they took aim, beep beep beep beep beep beep beep their cockpit said as the got closer as they dived towards the transports. Boom! Target hit, but what is hit? You decide. The RB-1s started heading towards back to their respective carriers.

Meanwhile, the coast was preparing 5 Artillery teams, each a Howitzer, to fire upon the Generians...

((OOC: So from where are you attacking and how many are you bringing?))

OOC: GO GE. Kick his ass

OOC: Just so TIOR doesn't feel alone, GO TIOR! Oh, and don't get your ass blown off too badly. (JK)
Taiwan's
Awesome
Gun

OOC: Just so TIOR doesn't feel alone, GO TIOR! Oh, and don't get your ass blown off too badly. (JK)
Taiwan's
Awesome
Gun

((OOC: The last time I fought his navy it was getting destroyed :P))

HELO? Where are the fighter? IM getting Fable soon and quitting NS for like a week. Where are you guys, u gotta battle now.

Three Chicago Classes were destroyed, also a United States Class and Iowas caught on fire, they were mostly useless now.

The Iowa classes started firing upon the transport ships, a navy can hit the shore, a transport can bring men. Meanwhile, the 10 RAH-1s approached the mammoth Carrier as it fired all of it's rocket pods at the runway. It even shot off from it's gatling gun.

Meanwhile, the 25 RF-1s caught target of the escaping bombers. They locked on their 4 sidewinders on 4 planes each aka multi-targeting. They will not let one get out alive if possible. Aiding this was AA fire from the Chicago Class. The airplanes had to be destroyed. "Not today motha fucker!" One man said. The missles flew towards them.

The 25 RB-1s started approaching the transports, they took aim, beep beep beep beep beep beep beep their cockpit said as the got closer as they dived towards the transports. Boom! Target hit, but what is hit? You decide. The RB-1s started heading towards back to their respective carriers.

Meanwhile, the coast was preparing 5 Artillery teams, each a Howitzer, to fire upon the Generians...

((OOC: So from where are you attacking and how many are you bringing?))

((OOC: The 1st Imperial Battlegroup, that you are currently engaging is attacking on your northeastern coast, a few miles above that little bay thing on your map that splite that coast in two. This fleet has approximately 19 combat ships, 3 Nimitz carriers, 11 cruisers, 5 frigates, and an Alexei class battleship. There are 20 large transport ships protected by this group.))

As the Rosians moved in on the bombers, The squadrons of 45 GIF-101s moved in, ambushing the Rosian RH-1s. The sidewinders were unleashed. Fireballs engulfed aircraft and pilots as they found their mark.

The flaming wreckage of 30 GIF-77s splashed into the dark sea. Parachuted opened up in the skies. There were survivors, but they would not last long in this weather.

Over the transport fleet, a second group of GIF-101s moved in to intercept the RB-1s. 35 interceptors closed from behind, unleashing sidewinders. The flaming shrapnel fell to splash in the sea beside the flaming hulks of four destroyed transports. The crewmen flailed about in distress, trying to escape the flames.

As the 10 helicopters approached the deck of the carrier, surface to air missiles from the surrounding ships rocketed forth. On the deck, marines assembled, toting M-60s and stingers with which to repulse a landing.

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The RAH-1s were under attack. 4 went down, 3 crashed landed, and only 2 landed on the Carrier good. 10 Soldiers, armed with their HK G36s, crawled or jumped out of each RAH-1, which was a Hind since it could carry men. The Soldiers started rushing towards the door inside. If they could take the Carier, the Generians would have a situation...

Meanwhile RF-1s and RB-1s just kept on going down. 15 RF-1s and 15 RB-1s just went down. Other survived by using flares and landed on their respective Carriers. The pilots died in the raging winds. A communication came from the CRS Rose.

"This is Admiral Halsey! The Carriers are a threat! Fighters are to take out the Carriers! Iowas and Chicagos will focus on the Transports. All LA Subs are to torpedoe any target at the moment!"

The Artillery was ready, boom! Cock, boom! Cock, boom! The artillery, aimed at the transports started raining upon them. The ammo was 155mm by the way. The Generians were good, but the Rosians were obviously better. Aiding them were the Submarines as they silently moved towards their pray, the Carriers. A torpedoe was launched, they wouldn't be seen...

((OOC: The Northeast is mostly cliff man. You know that right?))

OOC: He probably knows

The RAH-1s were under attack. 4 went down, 3 crashed landed, and only 2 landed on the Carrier good. 10 Soldiers, armed with their HK G36s, crawled or jumped out of each RAH-1, which was a Hind since it could carry men. The Soldiers started rushing towards the door inside. If they could take the Carier, the Generians would have a situation...

Meanwhile RF-1s and RB-1s just kept on going down. 15 RF-1s and 15 RB-1s just went down. Other survived by using flares and landed on their respective Carriers. The pilots died in the raging winds. A communication came from the CRS Rose.

"This is Admiral Halsey! The Carriers are a threat! Fighters are to take out the Carriers! Iowas and Chicagos will focus on the Transports. All LA Subs are to torpedoe any target at the moment!"

The Artillery was ready, boom! Cock, boom! Cock, boom! The artillery, aimed at the transports started raining upon them. The ammo was 155mm by the way. The Generians were good, but the Rosians were obviously better. Aiding them were the Submarines as they silently moved towards their pray, the Carriers. A torpedoe was launched, they wouldn't be seen...

((OOC: The Northeast is mostly cliff man. You know that right?))


((OOC: According to your map, there is a part that is beach.))

The Praetorians had lined up on the deck, blocking the charging twenty men. With M-60s and XM-8s, they opened up on the soldiers. The bullets ripped through flesh and bone as the Rosians were cut to ribbons.

((OOC: I'll respond to the rest tomorrow. I gotta go for tonight.))

*looks pleadingly at girl friend.*
"Put on the cheerleader outfit...for TIOR"
"Okay fine."
"Sweet!"
*Oogles Girl Friend. Girl friend slappes him.*
"Ow. Go TIOR. Prove that your worthy to be in NATO. Prove that you can help me invade HV. Now if you excuse me I need to help my Girl friend with that chearleader out" ;)
*gets slapped again*
"Ow"



I.C.

"Jim Tuesat looked up from his third glass of Ron to see three of his assitants telling him that TIOR and GE were fighting. He then passed out

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((OOC: Sorry TIOR, I've been busy today.))

The torpedo slammed into the side of the carrier GIS Anja. A pillar of water accompanied the loud explosion. The sailors aboard scrambled to stop flooding and seal off flames. With luck they could save the ship.

GH-71 sub-surface warfare choppers rose into the sky. They headed towards the supposed location of the sub. Destroyers went into action, searching desperately for the Rosian submarines. The blips appearedon the sonar, and the helicopters went to work. Torpedos fell into the sea, heading for the submerged villains.

Overhead, GIF-101s scrambled to protect the carriers from attack, while a second wave of GIF-77s moved in on the rosian carriers. The aircraft dived, and released their ordinance. Firy towers went up alongside the carriers.

Beneath the waves, a GS-1 attack sub silently closed on the fleet.

((OOC: What about the Artillery though? Can I have a response from that?))

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((OOC: What about the Artillery though? Can I have a response from that?))

((OOC: Oh, sorry. Forgot about that part.))

Pillars of water exploded into the sky as the artillery shells struck around the approaching transports. 4 pillars of fire for 4 vessels. 2 broke in half, and sank quickly. The others burned slowly, drifting on the dangerous sea, until they were smashed upon the rocks that lay offshore.

((OOC: That alright?))

[tag]

Raa raa T kick em in the knee!
Raa raa I kick em in the thigh!
Raa raa O kick em in the toe!
Raa raa R kick em in the ear!

((OOC: Oh, sorry. Forgot about that part.))

Pillars of water exploded into the sky as the artillery shells struck around the approaching transports. 4 pillars of fire for 4 vessels. 2 broke in half, and sank quickly. The others burned slowly, drifting on the dangerous sea, until they were smashed upon the rocks that lay offshore.

((OOC: That alright?))

((OOC: Yes it is.))

2 of the Howitzers began their attack on the Carriers, the other 3 focused on the Carriers.

Meanwhile, on the nearby cliff, T-90s began appearing. 10 of them. They pointed their long hard barrels towards the Carriers. Right now, the planes were doing more harm then good, and that needed to stop thank you very much.

The Generian Bombers approached again, the air was filled with flak from the Rosian Ships. Three United States Carriers caught on fire. But there was a plan formulating. A PT Boat from a random Nimitz Carrier containing 4 men speeded towards one of the Generian Carriers. Five RB-1s started bombing this Carrier for support as so they would not see the PT Boat. The men would then board the Carrier, ala Goldeneye 64.

A Rosian Submarine was hit by the torpedoes, it sunk slowly as the men screamed for mercy. But the Submarines would not let up, they started targeting the many Carriers.

((OOC: By the way, that mammoth Carrier I tried to attack? Unless you can take out the frames of dead Hinds in the middle of battle, you can't use it's runway. And I hope tanks isn't a godmod))

I don't think the shells would be able to reach. Maybe the transports cuase their coming in to shore.

Go TIOR!!!!... BL1ND TH3M W1TH Y0UR S3X1N3SSSS..

KILL EM... SMASH EM... DESTROY EM...

May the spirit of Damien Dreadfire be with you (by the way, I hereby coin this phrase ;) )

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