NationStates Jolt Archive

((OOC: Notice to anyone who wants to participate: Keep force deployments small, if you indeed send soldiers. The conflict zone is rather small, and it would be rediculous to be deploying massive armies. Use your best judgment.))

The pen glided over the bottom of the heavy sheet of paper. The flowing, curved letters connecting to form the signature. The man lifted the pen, and it was done. The last of the twenty names that would begin a movement of secession from the great Imperial Dominions.

It had taken some convincing, but Senator Feador Mikavich had finally agreed to put his name down on that paper. In his view, and the view of the rest of the provincial government, for too long the government had abused them. For too long the Imperial Praetorians had brought the sword. For too long the Emperor had ignored the constitution of the land, and corrupted the senate. It was time for change. It was time for democracy, and hopefully, this secession would be the first step.

The document was a declaration of independence from the small eastern province of Buchiana. This province had born most of the economic brunt of the Empire's wars for the past twenty years, being home to several important Black Sea ports. The Imperial garrisons had long abused the people, Praetorians literally taking over homes and turning them into barracks and supply centers, leaving the homeowners to sleep in the streets.

The taxes on the province had been rediculous, and far too much for the largely middle class population to bear, but the proverbial last straw had been an act issued last week. An act issued by the Imperial government calling for the eviction of over one half of the city of New Bucharest's population, so that military supply centers could be constructed. This was why these twenty men, senators, priests, mayors, fathers, shopkeepers, businessmen, brothers, and sons, had gathered in homes over the past week to decide what would be done. This was the reason why those twenty men's names were now on that document, on that table, in that living room, in that moderately sized home in New Bucharest.

"Politics is war without bloodshed, while war is politics with bloodshed."
-Mao Tse-tung

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Emperor Antonius read the declaration that had been delivered to his desk earlier that morning. He rubbed his head with his fingers, as if it caused him physical pain.

"What a way to start the morning."

Chancellor Avidius Cassius stood next to him.

"And what shall we do, Lord?"

Antonius sighed heavily.

"We will bury them."

"Excellent my Lord."

"Mobilize our second and third northern armies. Tell the provincial garrisons to keep things under control until we arrive."

"Of course, Lord."

"Oh, and Cassius."

"Yes?"

"Send General Ivanov."

Cassius chuckled.

"By all means."

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The crowd had gathered before the barracks. They yelled and jeered at the soldiers who stood before the gates, trying to keep order. Suddenly, a molotov cocktail hurtled through the air. The glass smashed on the iron rail, and several soldiers caught fire. The men were outnumbered, and the crowd charged, attacking them with iron pipes and two-by-fours.

A gunshot ripped the air, and a soldier fell to the ground, his knee covered in blood. Three soldiers returned fire with AK-74s, and a group of protestors dropped. The captain of the Imperial soldiers ordered his men to fall back into the barracks. The men did so, sealing the gate from the angry crowd.

Within an hour, the riot had subsided, and the crowd dispersed, carrying their fallen with them.

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GII International News

Greetings my fellow Imperial Brothers. Today, as you no doubt already are aware, the province of Buchiana declared its independence from the Imperial dominion. Our good Chancellor Avidius Cassius delivered a short speech today to the Generian people in which he called the Buchianans "Ungrateful rogues and vagabonds."

The Imperial government has yet to issue a formal statement, but it is expected that they will refuse to recognize the sovereignty of the secessionists, and take measures to bring Buchiana back into the Empire.

In related news, an Imperial garrison in the province fell under attack from an angry mob. No Imperial casualties are reported, but several soldiers did sustain minor cuts and bruises. Three civilians are reported dead.

Imperial Regular divisions have been reported mobilizing throughout the Empire, particularly in the city of Port Belgrade...

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Imperial soldiers mobilize in the streets of Port Belgrade.

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Excerpt from Statement from Acting Buchianan Prime Minister Josef Steyovich:

It is with great sadness that I declare my people responsible for the riot that occured earlier. It is not my intention to use violence in any case in dealing with the Imperial soldiers, government, or citizens. Those responsible for the violence have been apprehended, and will be given a fair trial by judge and jury for their crimes.

We hope that the Imperial government will see fit to enter negotiations with the Buchianan government, to determine new relations and policies. We do not want war.

To my citizens, let us take the moral high road. Let us demonstrate peacefully. We are not barbarians. This is exactly why we have seceeded, to bring peace and a better way of life to Buchiana, not to destroy it and each other. We are all brothers, and...

Coordinator Achilles Brown was tucking into his breakfast when the message arrived. The adept walked over the busily eating Coordinator and waited to be recognized. 5 minutes later Achilles finished his meal and noticed the adept

"What have you got boy," he said gruffly

"Coordinator, message from the Foreign Service, Sir." He handed Achilles a typed sheet of paper.

"Hmmm....Secession in the Generic Empire.......Violence flaring up already, ach this won't last long, look, Antonius is already mobilzing his armies, if he hates anything more than un-civilized tribesman its traitors."

"Y-Y-Yes, sir I agree," stammered the adept, floored that the Coordinator had conversed with him

"Well I doubt he needs any help but tell the Foreign Service to send out this message to Antonius,

I'm deeply saddened by the events in your empire, should you need assistance do not hesistate to ask us. We will help you crush these turn-coats Your friend and ally.

Coordinator of the Concordiat Achilles Brown

bump in case anyone wants to support or recognize the new state. IC posts to come.

Imperial Palace

Emperor Kellerman sat behind his heavy dark oak desk filing out some official forms. The black phone that sat on his desk rang.

"Hello?"
"Good morning sir, it's Christian"
"Ah, and how are you this morning?"
"Good sir, but I have some ergent news"
"About?"
"Generic Empire, sir, it seems that the province of Buchiana is trying to seperate from the empire."
"What's happend so far?"
"Emperor Antonius has mobolized troops against the people."
The emperor thought for a minute.
"Send 300 peacekeepers, make sure this doesn't escalate."
"Yes sir."
"And Christian, keep me informed"
"Of course sir."
The emperor hung up the phone, sat back in his chair and sighed. 2 hours later, 30 Chinook Helicopters carrying 10 troops and supplies each lifted from a helipad. A message was sent to the Generic Empire,
"Sending peacekeepers to help with your situation. Do with them as you will."

((Sounds interesting. Tag.))

bumpage

For many years the whole of The Generic Empire has supported us and been our friend. We will not recognize this new state unless it is first recognized by the Generian government.

((OOC: I'm thinking of turning this into sort of a Chechan conflict thing.))

The now nation of Buchiana had been forced to move quickly in creating an army. Citizen volunteers armed with leftover AK-74s made up the military might of the tiny secessionist province. They had tanks, leftover T-80s and 95s, but this would do little against the full might of the Imperial military. If it came to war, they would have to resort to urban guerilla tactics, and street to street fighting to disrupt the Imperial armies.

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Buchianan Rebels Dig In

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Official Imperial Statement

The Imperial government shall never recognize the sovereignty of these pathetic vagabonds that would separate from our glorious empire. We will see to it that this 'nation' is returned to the union with utmost force.

As Emperor, with the backing of the senate I have authorized the mobilization of the second and third northern armies to move in and secure the capital. The heads of this movement will be hanged in Generia City like the dogs they are.

This movement will fail like every other rebel movement in Generian history.

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Prime Minister Josef Steyovich read the declaration in horror. He had hoped that the Imperial government would accept reason and hold peace talks. Now, they were out for his head. His army was ill trained, and ill equipped to do battle with the Imperial military. He would stand no chance, but still, Buchiana would fight for her sovereignty, and for freedom from the oppressive Generian government. Prime Minister Steyanovich went about drafting a statement.

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Plea For Help to The International Community

It has recently been declared that the Imperial government is out to destroy my nation, and bring my head to Emperor Antonius. My people are ill-equipped to stand against the might of the Imperial military, and are forced to appeal to other nations for support. Hear our plea, and deliver us from oppression.

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Generian Military Base, twenty miles outside of Port Belgrade

General Georg Ivanov slid his finger across the heavy envelope, and removed the statement within. His orders were very simple: unleash hell on Buchiana and crush the secession before it got out of hand. This would be an enjoyable task.

The General walked out into the cold air. A light snow was falling. His cigar warmed him, however. His men were mounting up, as he had already ordered them to do, and soon they would be on their way to battle, if you could call it that. The odds were far in the Empire's favor.

Within four hours, the first of the Imperial mobile infantry divisions had reached the Buchianan border.

Shaha read the statement quickly and then translated it for the Hannari. The Hannari chieftain nodded his head and began calling together the twenty Hannari tribes. Shaha smiled soon the Buchianans would be able to stand against the Imperial Generians.
OOC: The Hannari are not affiliated with the government. The main government still supports you I just thought to advance the RP that you would need an outside opposition force.

bump

*TAG*

Official Imperial Statement-

Due to recent events in the Generic Empire, the Imperial Government has decided to send aid in the form of arms and ammunition.

OOC:Stuff I'm sending-

8,000 SCUD missiles
1,000 SCUD launch vehicles
500,000 gallons of sarin
30,000 kilos of teargas
1,000 M1A5 King Abrams
3,000 M2A3 Bradleys
3,000,000 XM8 rifles
300 Special Atomic Demolitions Munitions(suitcase nukes)
400 LGM-113 Peacekeeper missiles

In addition to arms shipments, a brigade of marines has been deployed to help bring the province back under control.

Parthia will mobilize the following to help crush the rebellion:

50 Infantry Divisions- 1,000,000 Men

10 Tank divisions- 25,000 M1-A2 tanks

3 Immortals Divisions

Be prepared to recieve Parthian troops.

Wirraway will send one Marine Expeditionary Force of 75,000 men, They have set sail and will arrive shortly.

The Hannari tribes had mobilized 800,000 men, women, and children were ready to help those who whould fight for freedom. Shaha stood before them screaming in the Hannari tongue. "F'talla ghung. Jerhatsa ghung. Yehova ghung. *translated* For Freedom, For Honor, For GOD!!!" At this every Hannari lifted their heads and howled. The people of the Great Wolf were ready for war.

Yr Widdfa is not sure more men could possiblly fit in one attacking force to put down this revolution and therefore offers her moral support and will send aid in repairing the destruction with is absolutly certain to be wrought.

Shay O'Donnal
Foreign Minister

The Grand Duchy of Terronian, Dimitri Tabolov, sat at his desk, busily flipping thru weekly reports, contruction info, etc. He took a puff of his cigar as he glanced upon the report of the succesion of Buchiana. As he read, he began tapping on his desk with his pencil, drumming a little tune.

Quickly an armed gaurd, with an advisor burst into the room.

"Whats wrong" snipped the guard

"Oh!, nothign, just....tapping, guess you guys cant be too careful can you" said Dimitri as he chuckled slightly.

"No I guess we cant" smiled the guard as he quickly saluted, and turned back to his post. Advisor Mokivich stayed behind and glanced upon the cigar in Dimtitri's hand.

"I thought u quit Dimitri" chuckled the Advisor
'Well, old habits die hard, anyway, i want you too look at these reports, these men, they are fighting for the independance, just as we did, my heart gos out to them, but.....the Imperial Goverment, there has many allies, as much as I would like to hep them, I just dont think we could.

*The smile on Adv Mokivichs face quickly turned to a concerned frown*"Well, wow! Thats quit a bit to stomach in so little time Dimitri.....but consider this, were would we be without the help of other natiosn? Still under the clucthes of Loeffelman, dam that goverment, im glad there gone."

"I really dont want this to turn into the Veitnam of Terronian here" but....yes, I think it would be wise, are men, would feel honored to help these men, let us defend this new fledgling goverment. However, lets not declare war, it loosk as if, we will be tasting Generic Blood, and they may be tasting Terronian.

The Terronian Poeples Army will be deployed and will be the Yellow and Red fighter squadrons, they will be assisted by the Terronian 6th Royal Navy Fleet, upon the request of the new goverment, to Buchiana. We will we be sending not only the poeples Army but, training experts to train the new goverments military to defend themselves, and new weapons.

Terronian Poeples Army
800,000 Infantry
20,000 Royal Guards
20,000 Royal Marines aka "Sea-Dogs"
4000 DU-136 Hunter Assualt Vehicles
2000 DU-208 Stalker Assualt Vehicles
600 DU-208/A Advanced Stalker Assualt Vehicles
800 AEV-200 Mammoth Heavy Tanks
200 AEV-200/A6 Kakrech Model Heavy Tanks
400 AEV-180 Swarmer Medium Tanks
400 AEV-120 Wyvern Medium Tanks
1000 AEV-16 Dragon Light Tanks
2000 BDI-66 Anphibous Assualt Vehicles/Transports
900 T-82 Transports
600 AT-88 Artillery Trucks
800 120mm Fester Cannons
600 80mm Sunburn Howitzers
600 Various Artillerys
300 Keglar-2 Attack Vehicles
500 Boskow Missile Launchers
400 Boskow Anti-Air Missile Launchers
500 Boskow Anti-Missile Launchers
1500 Boskow AA Guns

Yellow Air Squadron
300 SU-37s
60 Opulent O1 Fighters
200 Opulent AG-2 Fighters

Red Air Squadron
400 SU-30s
300 Opulent B-29 Bombers

6th Royal Navy Fleet
2 Dimitri Tabolov Class Carriers
4 Billerica Class Supply Ships
4 Salvalkon Class Transport Ships
5 New Billerica Class Frigates
2 Alexander Tabolov Class Frigates
2 Greolf Class Attack Subs
1 Byurn Class Battleship
6 Hellfire Class Anti-Air Corvettes
300 GH-66 Landing Crafts

OOC:Please inform me if you belive I am godmodding.

We eagerly await your replie

The Grand Duchy of Terronian, Dimitri Tabolov, sat at his desk, busily flipping thru weekly reports, contruction info, etc. He took a puff of his cigar as he glanced upon the report of the succesion of Buchiana. As he read, he began tapping on his desk with his pencil, drumming a little tune.

Quickly an armed gaurd, with an advisor burst into the room.

"Whats wrong" snipped the guard

"Oh!, nothign, just....tapping, guess you guys cant be too careful can you" said Dimitri as he chuckled slightly.

"No I guess we cant" smiled the guard as he quickly saluted, and turned back to his post. Advisor Mokivich stayed behind and glanced upon the cigar in Dimtitri's hand.

"I thought u quit Dimitri" chuckled the Advisor
'Well, old habits die hard, anyway, i want you too look at these reports, these men, they are fighting for the independance, just as we did, my heart gos out to them, but.....the Imperial Goverment, there has many allies, as much as I would like to hep them, I just dont think we could.

*The smile on Adv Mokivichs face quickly turned to a concerned frown*"Well, wow! Thats quit a bit to stomach in so little time Dimitri.....but consider this, were would we be without the help of other natiosn? Still under the clucthes of Loeffelman, dam that goverment, im glad there gone."

"I really dont want this to turn into the Veitnam of Terronian here" but....yes, I think it would be wise, are men, would feel honored to help these men, let us defend this new fledgling goverment. However, lets not declare war, it loosk as if, we will be tasting Generic Blood, and they may be tasting Terronian.

The Terronian Poeples Army will be deployed and will be the Yellow and Red fighter squadrons, they will be assisted by the Terronian 6th Royal Navy Fleet, upon the request of the new goverment, to Buchiana. We will we be sending not only the poeples Army but, training experts to train the new goverments military to defend themselves, and new weapons.

Terronian Poeples Army
800,000 Infantry
20,000 Royal Guards
20,000 Royal Marines aka "Sea-Dogs"
4000 DU-136 Hunter Assualt Vehicles
2000 DU-208 Stalker Assualt Vehicles
600 DU-208/A Advanced Stalker Assualt Vehicles
800 AEV-200 Mammoth Heavy Tanks
200 AEV-200/A6 Kakrech Model Heavy Tanks
400 AEV-180 Swarmer Medium Tanks
400 AEV-120 Wyvern Medium Tanks
1000 AEV-16 Dragon Light Tanks
2000 BDI-66 Anphibous Assualt Vehicles/Transports
900 T-82 Transports
600 AT-88 Artillery Trucks
800 120mm Fester Cannons
600 80mm Sunburn Howitzers
600 Various Artillerys
300 Keglar-2 Attack Vehicles
500 Boskow Missile Launchers
400 Boskow Anti-Air Missile Launchers
500 Boskow Anti-Missile Launchers
1500 Boskow AA Guns

Yellow Air Squadron
300 SU-37s
60 Opulent O1 Fighters
200 Opulent AG-2 Fighters

Red Air Squadron
400 SU-30s
300 Opulent B-29 Bombers

6th Royal Navy Fleet
2 Dimitri Tabolov Class Carriers
4 Billerica Class Supply Ships
4 Salvalkon Class Transport Ships
5 New Billerica Class Frigates
2 Alexander Tabolov Class Frigates
2 Greolf Class Attack Subs
1 Byurn Class Battleship
6 Hellfire Class Anti-Air Corvettes
300 GH-66 Landing Crafts

OOC:Please inform me if you belive I am godmodding.

We eagerly await your replie

((OOC: To everyone who sent soldiers, friend and foe, there is absolutely no need for such enormous force deployments. Make it smaller. Much, much smaller.))

OOC:I only sent a brigade. That's only like 5,000 guys.

OOC:I only sent a brigade. That's only like 5,000 guys.

((OOC: Who sent 1,000,000? I guess i remembered you sending more. Anyway, that can just be a future reference to everyone who wants to participate.))

OOC:Better add that on your first post, you know how no one ever reads through RPa more than a page.

OOC: How about 20,000?

OOC: I know the force im sednign is large, but it seems the combined force of the Generic Empire army, plus its allies would make it impossible for these revolutionarys to win, of course after the war there may be some debts.

OOC: I know the force im sednign is large, but it seems the combined force of the Generic Empire army, plus its allies would make it impossible for these revolutionarys to win, of course after the war there may be some debts.

I'd like men to see combat. SO i must say if he sends that force i'd like to send a full Dinosaur corps of 100,000

OOC: I know the force im sednign is large, but it seems the combined force of the Generic Empire army, plus its allies would make it impossible for these revolutionarys to win, of course after the war there may be some debts.

((OOC: This is not supposed to be freaking world war I. I intend for other nations to give aid and the like, but it's rediculous to go full on ful deployment all out total war in the first hour and such. Seriously, send them guns and stuff, and small special ops teams, but a full blown army is rediculous and just kills the whole thing.))

The Hannari reached the Buchianan border. Each of them was prepared for death at the hands of the city dwellers but first they had to be accepted by these freedom fighters. Nac Mac Feegle a great and pwerful man over eight feet tall. He stood next to Shaha as he called to the Bucianans "We're here to help."

OOC: How about 20,000?

((OOC: Since you border Generia, that's probably reasonable. Also, check your tgs.))

K.

On the western border, the Imperial armor rumbled over the ground. The light snow continued to fall. The forests and rolling hills of Buchiana were beautiful, and seemed themselves unaware of the destruction that would soon grace their presence.

Overhead, two GIF-77s streaked across the sky.

"Sofia 2, that's it up there. Copy. Over."

"Sofia 1, I copy."

"Move in for the kill."

A small village lay beside a stream up ahead. There were sandbags visible in the streets, and machine guns poked out from behind the barriers. The Buchianan soldiers watched the frontier idly, or sat inside to warm themselves. The snow had become a light drizzle, and the icy water hurt the skin. The GIF-77s appeared from over the ridge, and began to bear dwon on the town.

The Buchianan guards on patrol pointed at the sky, and called in their particular dialect of Generian. The men scurried to take cover, or man an anti-aircraft gun that sat in the town center.

"Bombs away, Sofia 1."

"Roger."

The aircraft screeched in overhead, deploying their payload. The bombs exploded, and pillars of fire shot into the grey skies. The roar of explosions rumbled across the hills and dales surrounding the small town.

In the streets, dazed soldiers stumbled around, looking for their dead and wounded comrades. Burning wreckage littered the streets. In the skies, the GIF-77s turned and headed back to their airbase.

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Prime Minister Josef Steyovich hung up the phone on his desk. He looked out through the rain spattered window at the muddy street of the capital city of Norograd. He ran his fingers through his hair, and sighed. He would now have blood on his hands, and they would have to fight a war.

"Sir... Buchanian province has succeeded from the Generic Empire."
The Supreme Commander swiveled around in his chair. His fingers fiddling with each other throughtfully.
"Send a Battalion of infantry(600 men) too it in support of Generia... Ask them if the Battalions headqaurters can be set up in a airport capable of supporting AT LEAST K-5s(light cargo planes). If they catch any Rebels, alive, they should be sent back here for 'processing'."

MESSAGE! MESSAGE!
PRIORITY S
From Red Tide Goverment
To The Generic Imperium
"We request too deploy a battalion of infantry too help you put down the illegal succession and help calm the province after control has been restablished. We do wish a few things though.
A:The Battalion headquarters be set up in AT LEAST a small airstrip inside the Buchanian Province(this will allow us too send supplies straight too them and help them leave when it is all over).
B: That all captured rebels by OUR FORCES ONLY be allowed too be sent back here... the reason is classified.
We thank you and wish you good luck."
END MESSAGE!

"Sir... Buchanian province has succeeded from the Generic Empire."
The Supreme Commander swiveled around in his chair. His fingers fiddling with each other throughtfully.
"Send a Battalion of infantry(600 men) too it in support of Generia... Ask them if the Battalions headqaurters can be set up in a airport capable of supporting AT LEAST K-5s(light cargo planes). If they catch any Rebels, alive, they should be sent back here for 'processing'."

MESSAGE! MESSAGE!
PRIORITY S
From Red Tide Goverment
To The Generic Imperium
"We request too deploy a battalion of infantry too help you put down the illegal succession and help calm the province after control has been restablished. We do wish a few things though.
A:The Battalion headquarters be set up in AT LEAST a small airstrip inside the Buchanian Province(this will allow us too send supplies straight too them and help them leave when it is all over).
B: That all captured rebels by OUR FORCES ONLY be allowed too be sent back here... the reason is classified.
We thank you and wish you good luck."
END MESSAGE!

Official Imperial Communique

To:red Tide Government
From: Chancellor Avidius Cassius

Your support is appreciated. due to security issues, we can not grant you access to any Imperial airstrips within the provence, for fear that they are already under rebel control, but we will grant you permission to establish a battalion headquarters five miles within the Buchianan province, at a large airfield still under Imperial control.You will have full control of base operations here. Again, we thank you for your support.

Chancellor Avidius Cassius,
Appointed Chancellor of the Imperial Congress,
Loyal Servant to Emperor Antonius I

OOC: Are the Buchianans going to accept the Hannari?

OOC: Are the Buchianans going to accept the Hannari?

((OOC: Of course. I'll make the post in a few. How many tribesman are there again?))

800,000 in all.

800,000 in all.

((OOC: Whoa, tone it down there a little bit, buddy. Small numbers here.))

That's the assorted twenty tribes. The entire Hannari population.

Leto Raelthorne was sitting at his desk when the intercom buzzed."Yes?" Leto asked.
"Hajjaj is here to see you, he says it's urgent" his secretary replied.
"Send him in," he replied. Hmm, Leto thought, the Minister of Foriegn Affairs, could be interesting.
Hajjaj entered and greeted Leto before begining: "I have just gotten word of a revolution in the Generic Empire. It seems that the province of Buchiana had become tired of the harsh unfair rule of the Generic Empire and seceded. The Generic Empire is sending an army to quell the rebellion and Buchiana has requested aid."
"We must help them!" Leto replied, "They are undeserving of their fate, lets see if we can change it."
"Are you sure that's wise?" Hajjaj asked.
"No, but it's right," Leto answered.

occ:
We are deploying the 8th Division, the First Naval Air Squadron, and a support fleet. This consists of:

12000 Troops
1000 ML-86 APCs
500 MK-66 Katana Clas Mechs
500 T-7 Gilgamesh Tanks
1500 MT-24 Talon Tanks
250 Redeemer Missile Vehicles
250 Long Tom Artillery Sytems
500 Defender Light Artillery Systems

80 MST-46 Stormblade Fighter Bombers
80 RF-11D Archangels
100 MGN-84 Gunmage Small Attack Planes
100 RT-2007 Chariots

The Fleet I am sending consists of:
2 Severius Class Carriers
3 Kreoss Class Subs
3 Menoth Class Battleships
6 Paladin Class Destroyers
12 Crusader Class Frigates
100 Revenger Small Attack Vessels

Tell me if this is too much. Also if you take issue with the mechs I'll replace them with more Talon Tanks

We should be meeting with Generian forces soon.

Tell me if this is too much. Also if you take issue with the mechs I'll replace them with more Talon Tanks

((OOC: only modern tech. No mechs or near future stuff. Assault rifles and MBTs.))

That's the assorted twenty tribes. The entire Hannari population.

((OOC: Still, it's way too much. That's bigger than the U.S. army. This a rebellion, not WWII.))

((OOC: Still, it's way too much. That's bigger than the U.S. army. This a rebellion, not WWII.))
Men women and children. Still if you want me to destroy like two or three tribes that would work.

The forces passed through Generian held territory and made a straigth path to the rebel state.

"Soon they shall fall."

Men women and children. Still if you want me to destroy like two or three tribes that would work.

((OOC: Have like 12,000 fighting men at the most.))

Yeah the rest are support. And shamans, How I love those shamans.

Yeah the rest are support. And shamans, How I love those shamans.

((OOC: Oh, that's cool then. nvm.))

THsoe craxy shamans

Hey Borman please don't use Shryke his mother was Hannari

A.)Don' use him ever

B.)Don't use him for this

C.)What the hell does Hanaria have to do with this.

Or do you mean his mother was part of the attacking tribesman so if he attacked them it would be like fighting his own people so i shouldn;t use him for this but I can for other purposes. (I got this while i finished my A,B,C choices)

A.)Don' use him ever

B.)Don't use him for this

C.)What the hell does Hanaria have to do with this.

Or do you mean his mother was part of the attacking tribesman so if he attacked them it would be like fighting his own people so i shouldn;t use him for this but I can for other purposes. (I got this while i finished my A,B,C choices)
The last one. Well maybe he should fight and have an epiphany or something. Or maybe he should fight just to realize where he came from. He never really had a love for Hannari culture but if you want to that can change... Never mind he's your character now do with him what you will.

The last one. Well maybe he should fight and have an epiphany or something. Or maybe he should fight just to realize where he came from. He never really had a love for Hannari culture but if you want to that can change... Never mind he's your character now do with him what you will.

Awesome. MAybe I will.

No i can't. This si all Dinosaurs. The elite. He's not part of that..yet.

Alright. Oh crap Dinosaurs. My Hannari tribesmen may be unable to stand up to that wait Nac Mac Feegle should be more than a match in unarmed combat and armed. But he's only one guy.

"Sir. The Hannari men have learned of our combat skill."

"Good."
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The tanks were within sight of the town. they set up a camp as the lone figure walked off, his image silouheted in the moonlight.

"Sir. The Hanarian men have learned of our combat skill."

"Good."
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The tanks were within sight of the town. they set up a camp as the lone figure walked off, his image silouheted in the moonlight.
Hannari not Hanarian.

Hannari not Hanarian.

*Quickly changes writing*

"What are you talking about u weirdo. It says Hannari.

The Hannarian tribe had landed at the port in the city of New Bucharest. A group of Buchanian soldiers met the group of tribals that had departed. They spoke in Russian, a universal tongue in the region.

"Are you the Hannari? How many come with you."

Viper had his camoflauge active. His gun was loaded and ready as he listened to the rebles converse with the Hannari scum. Come to think of it...hadn't he met Hannari folk, and wasn't Shyke part Hannari? Funy how you can be at Uberstock with folk at one minute and be preparing to slaughter them the next.

Jedi Marines will send the 1st Army battalion to aid the revolutionists.


1st spec. ops battalion
500 soldiers w/Km-battle rifles
20 Kestral heavy tanks
10 Manta Fighter/bombers
1st urban combat team-25 men
w/Z-24 close combat rifles, 4 grenades,
crysknives,and needle firing pistols.
175 assorted perssonel

We have brought our entire population Shaha said quickly scanning the area nearest him. "There are only 800,000 of us left. Only 12,000 usable warriors the rest would be quickly slaughtered. You may want to try and increase your outer defenses I have a horrible feeling." Shaha steps quickly down the gang plank followed by the warriors who immediately begin setting up checkpoints around the boats as more get off."

OOC : this looks cool IC: The Harrier/MAC combo Jet glided landed, and rolled to a halt and the back opened up. Two troops in black Spec OPS uniforms ran out and signalled for the Envoy and his platoon of Mechanized Infantry. They Jumped in and immediately moved off to find the nearest source of fuel. The comms officer of the command Jeep hailed for assistance. "This is the 102nd Special Assasins unit of the Knight Phalanxia Spec Ops Division. We need assistance in fuel and direction :mp5:

Viper had seen that man at Uberstock. He had done a number of things he disliked and Viper saw the chance to kill him. He discharged multiple rounds before he fled.

Left. Right. Straight. Back. He eventually got out and went back to Borman encampment.
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"What'd You do?"

"Hopefully kiled him."

OOC:If yo don't want him to die or think i god-moded say so. I'll re-do it.

General ivanov had been given complete control of the suppression of the Buchianan succession. This man was a war dog in the purest sense. he had enlisted at eighteen to fight rebels in Alberia, and had seen action through every major conflict since, including Shoobooshaba, Mozambique, and Psov. He had been a loyalist commander during the civil war, and staunch supporter of Tiberius. After his death, the General had given his oath of loyalty to Emperor Antonius, and later Chancellor Cassius as well.

Ivanov was renowned for his superb leadership skills, and his utterly ruthless tactics. Emperor Antonius had had him handpicked for this job, as he was among all things, a man who could get the job done.

Now, he stood over a table, peering at a map. He drew a red circle around a town in the west of the province, and spoke to the others gathered around the map.

"This is St. Marie, a large border stronghold for the rebels. most of their frontline supplies' final destination is here."

His finger moved towards the top of the map.

"Up here-"

He drew a red circle around another town.

"-is Sorograd, and more importantly, the sorograd national airport. There is no doubt in my mind that the rebels will use this to bring their men and supplies tot he northern part of the province. No foreigners here. They're probably coming in further east, near New Bucharest."

General Ivanov moved into an upright position, and looked at his commanders.

"what I propose we do, is cut off these two strongholds, and set up a chokepoint for the frontline. If they can't get their supplies, they can't fight back."

He went back tot he map.

"We have three armored divisions moving in from the west. Our mobile infantry, and the main regular army divisions should be following shortly. We can run airstrikes from here, here, and here, and long range bombers from as far in as Sofia. If we hit fast, we can take St. Marie in two days.

Up here, we have our fifth and seventh Praetorian battalions moving with close armor and air support. Again, we move fast and hard, and we got Sorograd."

The General stood to look at his men. They nodded in agreement.

"Alright boys, let's make it happen."

OOC : this looks cool IC: The Harrier/MAC combo Jet glided landed, and rolled to a halt and the back opened up. Two troops in black Spec OPS uniforms ran out and signalled for the Envoy and his platoon of Mechanized Infantry. They Jumped in and immediately moved off to find the nearest source of fuel. The comms officer of the command Jeep hailed for assistance. "This is the 102nd Special Assasins unit of the Knight Phalanxia Spec Ops Division. We need assistance in fuel and direction :mp5:

((OOC: Whose side are you on?))

The one elite Marine Battalion sent to Generia of 3,000 men dis-embarked at the Black sea port of Belgrade and quickly boarded trucks for the combat zone. They didn't want to miss all the action......

OOC: The counter rebels

OOC: The counter rebels

((OOC: Cool. Buchiana is about 50 miles south of Port Belgrade, so you can meet up with my northern army.))

"Comms send out a message to the Northern Army Commander that Knight General Jijun would like to meet him in person!"

The trucks rumbled out to front lines and the Marines disembarked near to the Generian troops. The Battalion's organic Company of 10 Stingray Light tanks rolled in behind them.

Their commander was a member of the fabled Albus family, the first family of the Wirrawayn Armed Forces. Brigadier General Hector Albus borded his command HMVW and drove off the meet with General Ivanov to coordinate their assualt. He drove up to HQ and entered, he saw Ivanov hunched over a map and made his introduction

"Greetings General Ivanov, I am Brigadier General Hector Albus, commander of the 1st Battalion, 1st Division of the the Wirrawayn Marines. I have come to discuss our attack."

"You...You...You, no the one behind you...and...You."

The 4 men grabbed their equipment and grouped with VIper as the group dispersed.

"Ready?"

OOC:Gotta go, dinnner

The trucks rumbled out to front lines and the Marines disembarked near to the Generian troops. The Battalion's organic Company of 10 Stingray Light tanks rolled in behind them.

Their commander was a member of the fabled Albus family, the first family of the Wirrawayn Armed Forces. Brigadier General Hector Albus borded his command HMVW and drove off the meet with General Ivanov to coordinate their assualt. He drove up to HQ and entered, he saw Ivanov hunched over a map and made his introduction

"Greetings General Ivanov, I am Brigadier General Hector Albus, commander of the 1st Battalion, 1st Division of the the Wirrawayn Marines. I have come to discuss our attack."

General Ivanov stood up.

"Hello General. I have my plans outlined here, if you would care to take a look. We're just beginning our first major assault on the strongholds. If things go according to plan, this can all be over in a month."

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Official Imperial Communique

To: Knight Phalanxia high Command
From:General Leslie Kirkov, Commander of Eighth Northern Imperial Army

We have recieved word of your force deployments to the north of our position. We request that you send your men south, to meet up with our fifth and seventh Praetorian Guard divisions.

The Jeeps and the Omega-Class Land cruiser rolled up next to the Generian Army position and a tall black man dressed in spec ops black with a warsword w/ engravings with the names Earl Chapman, John Grey, and Joseph Grant written in fine letters. The names of Special Assasins Platoon Leader. Knight Leiutenant Jake Mistry stepped of one of the jeeps and called out "We're here, whos in charge!"

The Jeeps and the Omega-Class Land cruiser rolled up next to the Generian Army position and a tall black man dressed in spec ops black with a warsword w/ engravings with the names Earl Chapman, John Grey, and Joseph Grant written in fine letters. The names of Special Assasins Platoon Leader. Knight Leiutenant Jake Mistry stepped of one of the jeeps and called out "We're here, whos in charge!"

General Kirkov stepped out from a tent. He wore a green military jacket, nearly soaked through from the drizzle.

"I am. You the knights?"

General Ivanov stood up.

"Hello General. I have my plans outlined here, if you would care to take a look. We're just beginning our first major assault on the strongholds. If things go according to plan, this can all be over in a month."

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Official Imperial Communique

To: Knight Phalanxia high Command
From:General Leslie Kirkov, Commander of Eighth Northern Imperial Army

We have recieved word of your force deployments to the north of our position. We request that you send your men south, to meet up with our fifth and seventh Praetorian Guard divisions.

"good to hear that we didn't miss anything," Albus grinned evilly, "well my troops are setting up camp about 3 klicks south of your position. When you move in i'll assume that we will hold the Southern flank. Were ready to move when you are Ivanov"

The Knight Leiutenant dropped to one new pulled out his warsword and saluted saying "The emperor has sent me as an envoy to know of your needs, we are a small specialized empire who needs to test out new equipment and keep seasoned veterans occupied. Would like to know of our specialties?"

The Knight Leiutenant dropped to one new pulled out his warsword and saluted saying "The emperor has sent me as an envoy to know of your needs, we are a small specialized empire who needs to test out new equipment and keep seasoned veterans occupied. Would like to know of our specialties?"

"By all means, tell me."

The team of 5 crept through the town. The town of St. Marie. The 4 men with Viper had had Active Camoflauge installed in their suits so they too crept along unseen. They detailed everything from gun-positions to times when the gates opened. THese would be given to all allies as this stronghold would have to fall soon.

"Write that down."

"Yes sir."

"Wait a minute. Where's Viper?"

Just then the gates opened and Viper slipped into them. They had their Optical eyes on and saw him move through. Any comm would give him away, that's why he had turned it off.

We are mainly based on stealth and Artillery., Unique combo yes but effective. 1. Elite Snipers :sniper: , Elite Assasins (Officers have Warswords) :mp5: , Stealth Infantry (not invisible) but undetectable to the naked eye, Master Communications Unit, and Howitzer teams 5 to 1000. Sorry but we concentrate on elite specialization not masses

We are mainly based on stealth and Artillery., Unique combo yes but effective. 1. Elite Snipers :sniper: , Elite Assasins (Officers have Warswords) :mp5: , Stealth Infantry (not invisible) but undetectable to the naked eye, Master Communications Unit, and Howitzer teams 5 to 1000. Sorry but we concentrate on elite specialization not masses

OOC: Just a note, only nOObs use smileys in their posts, by your RP'ing I can tell that you are not so don't bring yourself down to that level. This is just a word of wisdom for future reference.

Our Master Communications Hub is in the Omega Class land cruiser, but all the officers have secondary and everyone else is just sending and recieving, our comms unit also tracks to precision.

OOC: Interesting agression, point taken

OOC: Interesting agression, point taken

OOC: aggresion? Where was I aggresive in that post?

OOC: Nothing I go to a military academy and us officers always talk about plebes(first years as newbies)

OOC: cool IC: The general will be hear with the rest of the Task Force

OOC: Nothing I go to a military academy and us officers always talk about plebes(first years as newbies)

OOC: O gotcha, it's just an NS term for new player. Sorry for thred cluttering with OOC Generic, this is the last one.

We are mainly based on stealth and Artillery., Unique combo yes but effective. 1. Elite Snipers :sniper: , Elite Assasins (Officers have Warswords) :mp5: , Stealth Infantry (not invisible) but undetectable to the naked eye, Master Communications Unit, and Howitzer teams 5 to 1000. Sorry but we concentrate on elite specialization not masses

"Excellent. We can use this. When we move, you are free to act autonomously."

In a organized motion Two humvees with 50 cal top gun and a about 200 APCs and a 100 self propelled artillery peices rolled into position and a man carrying a Elite Assasin Officers' war sword and an artillery officers' comm on his head, Jumped out of one of the Self Propelled Guns. It was Warlord General Farrow

The man deactivated his camo and thrust a paket of papers into the Generian generals hands.

"These are from our operatives. It contains anything that could be useful about seiging St. Marie."

Alll his bowed before him and the officers pulled out there warswords and saluted in awe of the man who led them through jungles of pain and uprisings of other states. The General saluted back and the Staff and Junior Officers, immediately began to order their NCOs to get the grunts to do the daily battle readiness procedures. The Warlord stepped to the front and asked "Who do I speak too?"

The man deactivated his camo and thrust a paket of papers into the Generian generals hands.

"These are from our operatives. It contains anything that could be useful about seiging St. Marie."

General Ivanov took the papers.

"Excellent. I have been looking forward to the time that i would meet you, Viper. You fascinate me. Keep up the good work."

As the fleet entered Buchianan waters the troops were roused from the bunks and made ready for landing.

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Message to Buchiana
From: Menoth

We have almost arrived, where are we needed and where can we land?

-General Ealstan

The supply trucks were coming in daily to St. Marie. In the large town, the Buchanians were digging in for a gritty battle with the Imperial army that was surely bearing down on them.

In the forests surrounding the town, soldiers went about laying mines, and setting up sniper camps and machine gun nests. Advanced scouting revealed the imperial armies to be less than three hours’ march from their position. Apparently, most of the border towns had fallen with little resistance, and the majority of the frontier army was now gathering in St. Marie.

The three Imperial armored divisions rumbled over the dry fields to the west of St. Marie. Colonel Georgie Kuskov peered from the hatch of his Doomingsland made M1-A5.

“Farm up ahead. Let’s head towards it, see if we can catch some rebels scavenging for food.”

A group of five tanks detached, and headed for the farm. The vehicles rumbled over a field, and towards a barn. Suddenly, an RPG-7 struck the tank. The armor deflected the missile, and it bounced to where it exploded three yards away. Fire opened up, and the Colonel ducked back into his vehicle.

“Bastards don’t know what they’re up against.”

“There’s only a few of them.”

“Probably a scouting party. Let’s kick some ass.”

The tanks wheeled around, turning their cannons on the barn. A shell slammed into the wooden structure, and leveled it. Burning planks flew into the field. A group of three soldiers began to dash towards a tree line. It was 100 yards away. They would never make it. The tanks machine guns sprang to life and the rebels were cut down.

“They won’t be bringing back any info today. Alright boys, move out! We got a siege to go to!”

The five tanks turned and sped off to rejoin the armored units.

The Elite Assasins Officers began chatting with the Sniper Officers about most efficient unit and kill status

As the fleet entered Buchianan waters the troops were roused from the bunks and made ready for landing.

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Message to Buchiana
From: Menoth

We have almost arrived, where are we needed and where can we land?

-General Ealstan

Official Communique

From: Prime Minister Josef Steyovich
To: Menothian High Command

Your forces may land at the New Bucharest ports. They will prove useful in defense of the frontlines. We thank you for your aid.

The Sniper were deployed and covered the surrounding area in trees. The General watched amazed at the steadiness and regretted not entering the Sniper corps

The officers formed up in Staff Battle Briefing Formation and waited for the Warlord General to come back with orders. The Warlord was now waiting for his specified orders and became very anxious.

From: Menoth High Command
To: Prime Minister Josef Steyovich

Alright, the troops should be landing within the hour. Also we have several supply ships coming in after us with weapons and munitions for your army.

-General Ealstan

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An hour later: The troops had landed.
They began to move toward the front lines to reinforce the rebel strongholds. Once they arrived they would assist in setting up further defenses and help with reconnaissance, having satelites is a big help.

Secret IC:

Commander Uzi Ivanova of the Danarkadia Defense Union and Thelonius Ford of the Union for Foreign Affairs stood at the table before the Central Council, whose thirteen members sat at a long table on the far end of the room. Behind them was an auditorium full of syndics and representatives from the various federations. Here was the central decision making body of Danarkadia. The Council held authority, but the Politic, the collection of representatives in the auditoriums seating, held all the power. A simple arrangement that worked well for a nation that had no government, only the organization of labor.

"Speak and be heard." said the Speaker of the Council, a middle-aged man named Joseph Smith.

Ford began his presentation. He tapped something on a console set into the table before him, uploading a data package to each of the Council Members consoles before them. A map of the Generic Empire, with the province of Buchiana, snapped onto all their screens and was projected onto a large screen above the Council Members table so all could see. Everyone knew the gist of the situation, however, as everyone had been given information packets before the meeting. Most had already made their decision.

"The province of Buchiana has engaged in a war of seccession with the central government of the Generic Empire." spoke Thelonius. "Many have come to the aid of the Imperial government and Buchiana looks to be crushed. According to our intelligence sources, the seperatists are extremely popular, as neglect and oppression have disenfranchised much of the population from the central government. We expect that the Generic Empire will have to undergo a brutal campaign to truly supress the freedom fighters."

"The Council understands the situation, Brother Ford. What is it you suggest we do?" replied Smith.

"It is the recommendation of the UFA and the DDU that we do not engage in official military intervention, but support the Buchianian seperatists politically and lend guerilla assistance."

"Is this the consensus of the Defense Union?" asked Smith.

"It is." replied Uzi. "As you know, we have several thousand specialists who would be willing to train these people in guerilla warfare and aid in smuggling arms into the province. Should they be deployed, they would need funding and arms shipments to achieve their aims. They're quite skilled at playing financial transactions to hide where money will come from, so it is unlikely that it will be traced back to us with any degree of certainty. If captured, they will also deny their nationality."

"Very well...."muttering among the Council Members. "The consensus of the Council is that we follow the suggestions of the DDU and UFA. Is there consensus of the Politic?" Two loud stomps came from the auditorium.

"Dissent?" Silence.

"It is decided. Let the archives show that on this day, the Unity voted to support the Buchianian uprising"

Commnunique to the Buchanian Seperatists

It is our wish to support you in your cause and lend the support of 3000 specialists. They are experts in guerilla warfare and terrorist tactics and will aid in training and equipping your people to fight the armies of the Empire. They will also aid in smuggling resources such as foodstuffs, armaments, and medical supplies to support your people.
Expect the first shipment of arms with the specialists. They will be using Kalashnikov variants in order to hide their country of origin, as this weapon is not the standard issue for our armed forces. We will also send grenades, rifle grenades, single-use anti-tank rockets (much more affective against armored personnel carriers), and plastic explosives.

May your righteousness prevail over oppression.

Open IC:

Communique to the Generic Empire

The Anarchic Unity of Danarkadia wholly supports the cause of the Buchiana Seperatists. It is our hope that a diplomatic solution will be attained and we offer our services in this realm wherever possible.

The Comms NCO screamed out of the noisy Comms area Jammer Drone Launching area. The Drones are ready for launch, sir!!! "The warlord spoke to the Generian general that he was ready to dispatch Comms Units to key areas in 5 minutes.

General Ivanov took the papers.

"Excellent. I have been looking forward to the time that i would meet you, Viper. You fascinate me. Keep up the good work."

"Actually im one of the men he asked to help him. He himself...well...He's inside some really secure building in St. Marie. He has a silent alarm so we know he's not in troubel but he shut off his comm system."
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"Those crazy Generians."

The men got in their tanks as they saw the rebels cut down by the Generic tank fire. There migth be more.

Communique

To:Commander Of Armored Generic Divisions
From: Colonel Pilanstone

Our armored divisions are next to yours. It took a whiel but we've met up. We shall follow you into battle against these horrible bastards.

End Transmission

((OOC: Danarkadia: That's what i'm talkin' 'bout! You da man!))

"Artillery Is Prepared to roll out" announced the Artillery Officers one by one. "The Snipers Teams are in mobilization status less observation teams." proudly said the Sniper Officers "Assasins are Standing-by for special orders, sir" roared the Officer Elites

"Given the Order my men will begin mobilizing to a position of your Command!" "All it takes is a few words" roared the Warlord of Knight Phalanxia

The men are growing bloodthirsty

Viper walked down the hallway making sure his feet didn't echo behind him. He took a bend and had to side-step several men walking through. Eventually he came to a large set of oak doors. Two men stood guard at each hinge. He silently approached and pressed his head against it.

"But were doomed to.......And so I....Haluji......and Generic and Borman......"

"well that's all good and dandy but what about the ................................this is a vital asset."

It appeared something was amiss with the revolutions men. Viper stepped back and leaned against the wall. He would just have to wait till the doors opened.

Encrypted Imperial Communique
To: All Imperial Military Supporters
From: General Josef Ivanov

Alright men. Green light. Move to your assigned areas of operations, and unleash hell. Let's show these bastards not to mess with Generia.

Shaha fell covered in his own sprayed blood. Nac Mac Feegle was in front of him before the second bullet had hit. The Hannari giant had absorbed the impact of three bullets and was still standing as the proclamation rang true. "The leader of the twenty tribes is dead." A great and mournful howling filled the air as the people of the Great Wolf mourned their fallen leader.
OOC: You could use Shryke...

The tanks shok as shells shot lose smashing into buildings. APG2 were on a standstill, But maybe. SOme of the neweer tanks literally ran through weaker buildings when chasing fleeing opponents. The chainsaws ripped them apart while machine guns were heard all over.

OOC:Since it will be a rather large airbase that means it can support K-10s... YIPPEE!

Near the still imperial airbase 5 miles inside the Buchanian Province

A single high flying K-10 Heavy Cargo Plane(capable of carrying up too 600 men) was flying with a single K-5 Light Cargo Plane. The K-10 was filled too its NEAR maximum cargo capacity with men... while the K-5 carried their 1st months supplies. The planes came into radio contact with the Imperial airfields radio. "sssssscccccchhh- This is K-10 model Cargo Plane 1445 with K-5 model Cargo Plane 6048. We are carrying the 502nd Infantry Battalion in support of the Generic Imperium. We are requesting permission too land and set up camp. Over."

"Roger that 1445 and 6048. Land at Runway 13 and 14 respectively. Go too unloading docks 6, shed 8. Over."

"Roger that."

The planes landed without incident and began too unload troops and equipment. Their commander, Major Liava Rawa(My nation is predominantly Russian... and that is the best Russian name I can think of!) stepped off the K-10 and began too supervise the unloading.Turning too one of the Imperial men he asked, "Where do we set up HQ?"

Viper had turned on his comm system and words streamed across his visor. Most importantly the last 5.

Get out, its green light

Viper quickly reached the outside and got out of the gate with a stream of t-85s. Upon reaching the same location as befroe he met Shryke.

"let's go."

The General spoke to the super-soldier.

"Well then. I suppose i have yet to meet Viper."

((OOC: That good enough for you Borman?))

There was no time for mourning. The Hannari warriors were ready to be deployed wherever they might need to be. Nac Mac Feegle became the de facto leader since Shaha had died. He did not take the burden lightly.

The General spoke to the super-soldier.

"Well then. I suppose i have yet to meet Viper."

((OOC: That good enough for you Borman?))

No. He's not a super-soldeirs persay in Viper's sense. He's a dinosaur but his SACS was upgraded to allow Camo. But it will do.

Lol

With one unified shot the 18 snipers killed 19 gunman in the St. Marie Towers what massacre ass the stealth infantry stormed the gates and placed charges

The Master Comms units launched Jammer Air Drones and the Communications simmered and cracked, the only effective communication were ground based Comms and Radar was useless for all forces

OOC: Where are you launching Viper and Shryke. The Hannari will be there.

OOC: Where are you launching Viper and Shryke. The Hannari will be there.

St. Marie

The Assasin Elite group number 1 immediately infiltrated the St. Marie area looked for important figures

((OOC: Alright, I'm gonna quit for tonight. Can we hold off on the posts until tommorow afternoon?))

The Fer-de-Lancers had reached St. Marie they were the Hannari equivalent of Dinosaurs. They raged through the countryside and were now entrenched they had engaged a tank or two but had run when Kifa Hannon (the high ruler's nephew. He "dissapeared a few months ago.) had spotted paratroopers. Nac Mac Feegle had roared in the ancient tongue for them to form up and prepare to attack the LZ.

The Assasin Elite Officers immediately pulled back their men to the landcruiser where the would take their rest only the 2nd team stayed out. It was time to dig in and take guard

Nac Mac Feegle had no idea of who were his men and who weren't in the shadows of St. Marie a Assasin Elite NCO Watched his every move

OOC: You really want to take a stab at the greatest warrior in Hannari history?

im going to sleep

Shryke activated hs camo and stepped behind Viper.

"Lez go."

Viper took off at a run as buildings exploded in the distance. Then closer. He could hear the rumble of tanks on both sides. Fire lit the air as projectiles streamed back and forth. The trip out was that of a maze. Debris closed passageways while soldiers stood in others. IT looked as if the defenses weren't fully online, just a massive tumult.

When Viper came to a dead-end soldiers unwittingly cornered him by stepping into the ally. He saw a door and flung it open with Shryke just behind.

"what the hell was that?!"

"I dunno, but we better go look."

Viper quickly made it to the roof and jumped a gap to another Shryke came after. Juping here and there, running, walking, all part of it.

When Viper neared the front of the allied attack, he was caught offguard. He and Shryke let smiles slide on their faces as ther building began to collapse beneath them. Viper grabbed onto a drain that was falling off as it fell he slid down to safety. But Shryke had jumped for ti and misssed. He hung onto the adjacent roof for dear life.

"Just hold on!"

Viper looked around when he heard a tank shell.

The building exploded and Shryke flew off. His mind quickly processed what to do. Then he saw Hannari soldiers. He landed on them killing them. But he recieved only minor scrapes.

The Stealth Infantry was supressing the ungreatful armed uprisers so that the Assasin Elite teams could move in again and investigate as to where the leaders were. A long slow beeping was heard over the Officer of the group's radio and he therefore returned a guttural sound through the radio. In a tree 10 meters back a Sniper Elite NCO, Zoomed in on the Signal direction and found the assasin's position following the assasin as cover.

Signaling 4 other elite snipers on his squad the squad went at it scanning the area and shooting only the necessary targets. Such as close enemies that the assasin's were past. It was almost perfect, why was it so easy?

The Fer-de-Lancers that were near where Shryke had fallen quickly grouped around him with their guns trained on him. "Nac Mac Feegle, We got a traitor to our people." Nac ran back quickly and saw who was on the ground before him. "Shryke?" He was bewildered. That passed he turned back his face a mask of fury. "How could the child of MY SISTER!!! TURN AGAINST HIS OWN PEOPLE?"

St. marie began to fall to the onslaught. Explosions lit the night and projectiles smashed into enclaves of emn and tanks. But the defenses had long since been overrun. Now they were nearing the control building.

Glass, weapons, debris, and humans were all crushed under the tanks as they drove mercilessly forward.

AA guns were removed by teams of Dinosaurs as planes rained ordinance or with-holding areas.

Viper and Shryke were right back out. They too were disabling AA defenses.

OOC:We should probably wait for GE now

The Fer-de-Lancers that were near where Shryke had fallen quickly grouped around him with their guns trained on him. "Nac Mac Feegle, We got a traitor to our people." Nac ran back quickly and saw who was on the ground before him. "Shryke?" He was bewildered. That passed he turned back his face a mask of fury. "How could the child of MY SISTER!!! TURN AGAINST HIS OWN PEOPLE?"

He has active camoflauge on. But to humor you he can turn it off.

He has active camoflauge on. But to humor you he can turn it off.
Whoops. Oh well it's a good plot twist.

The elite assasins were investigating a residue path of a tank shell when they saw a pack troops who obviously weren't stealth infantry so the beep on the radio shut off and the assasins got low to the ground. Immediately a shot was heard in the distance and a soldier went down then in a orderd executioner style the assasins rose from the ground and with pinpoint blasted all the soldiers except for what was in the intelligence photographs, Nac Feegle.

((OOC: Whoa! Hold off on the posts until I can catch up on this beast. Wait 'til I make my post to continue the thread.))

OOC: Ill let it happen

IC: As SHryke fell he deactivated his Camo so the men would see hm adn be in a better position for landing.

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"Well, I-"

Holes appeared in two Hannari as blood poured out. Their bodies fell as mre blood appeared on nearby Hannari. THen bullets began to rip them apart as Dinosaurs sprang fro hiding.

"This is what im doing."

Shryke's bolts fired, landing in the eyes of his uncle. He activated his camo and ran to join Viper. The two of them bound the uncle and brought him to Borman forces while the Dinosaurs slew the remaining men.

The shamans had been working night and day they would bless a warrior's weapon while the apprentice's fixed shell casings and prayed over them. "May the Great Wolf find his hunt." Is what each shaman said before sending a young warrior off to fight and die. The Elkaren shamans had been casting battle spells since the landing and had only now rested. Deep in meditation one of the shamans jerked screaming. Kalaba had just gotten done doing a day's worth of shell blessing when he heard it. He ran over to the shaman who was still screaming but knew better than to touch him or to rouse him. If Kalaba touched him he would experience the horrors the shaman was seeing and if he roused him that would kill them both. Damn it to the eighth layer of hell. Kalaba thought as he attended the screaming shaman.

((OOC: Whoa! Hold off on the posts until I can catch up on this beast. Wait 'til I make my post to continue the thread.))

((OOC: Grrrr. Listen here, you slackers.))

*In annoying voice* NO

Once again over the radio a 3 beep was heard and the Assasins jetted out as fast as they could. Surely the that it was wrong but the sniper callback was inevitable. The mission could not be completed because the 5th Royal Battery was ahead of schedule were in last minute stages for bombardment. It would be followed by the 6th Royal and 8th M1-Abrams Tank Platoon of the 5th Royal Task Force. The Assasins pulled out with the Sniper Elite covering them St. Marie would need a miracle to withstand the bombardment and pillaging it was going to recieve. OOC: I got to go I have Sabre Drill and Rifle Platoon Maneuvers Such a paain in the ass

Fer-de-Lancers were smart they'd always been smart. They could also strike with their full body. Just like the snake they were named after. Also like all Hannari they did not fear death. Each of the remaining did the Living Eulogy praying that what they were about to do would save the men around them. Each remembered the days spent hunting when they were all very young. Each prepared to die as they flanked the nearest mass of Dinosaurs. They raised their weapons and with a scream born of the Underworld charged their hated foe.

((ooc: DAMMIT! STOP POSTING!))

Sorry I will not post until you do it again. Hurry the fuck up please.

Fer-de-Lancers were smart they'd always been smart. They could also strike with their full body. Just like the snake they were named after. Also like all Hannari they did not fear death. Each of the remaining did the Living Eulogy praying that what they were about to do would save the men around them. Each remembered the days spent hunting when they were all very young. Each prepared to die as they flanked the nearest mass of Dinosaurs. They raised their weapons and with a scream born of the Underworld charged their hated foe.

Bullets riddled the bodies and they sloely fell as they charged. But they didn't fall fast enough.

When the enemy were in arms reach the XM8s flipped around into their restinf postionon the back. At the same time the Hashari Kindo swords were drawn. They began to destory the Hannari surrounding them. THey all fell, but at a price. 7 Dinosaurs lay dead, their Sacs destroyed and theri faces magnled. As the Dinosaurs lit fire to the bodies they though of memories of old.

OOC: TO wiat for GE, or not to wait for GE, that is the question.

((OOC: Thanks for being patient. I really needed to catch up. I'm rewinding a bit to the very beginning of the assault on St. Marie.))

St. Marie, 1900 Hours

The town lay nestled in the hills among the forests and rocky ridges of the lower foothills of the Jiuria Mountains. She stood like a rock amid the rolling fields, and farmlands that were eastern Buchiana. These fields had become large mudholes with the incessant drizzle that had claimed the better portion of the day. Now, the grey skies were becoming darker as the sun began to sink low in into the distant Black Sea.

The air was cold and peaceful, ill suspecting of the calmities that would come on this rainy November evening. Beyond those forests, the steel beasts rumbled, and the brutal armies trodded through the mud.

Colonel Georgie Kuskov leaned back idly, his torso protruding from the hatch of his tank. The three armored divisions moved with him. His group would hit St. Marie head on. The second would accompany the Infanrty force moving in from the south, while the third would provide a second wave after the defenses had been broken. The garrison int he town would not be able to withstand the shock of the forces colliding on their small fortress.

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Imperial Tank Moves In Towards St. Marie

A squadron of GIF-77s moved in high overhead.

"This is Sofia-1, we're coming up on our target."

"Copy, Sofia-one. Arming up."

"Roger. Send 'em back to God."

The aircraft, a total of twenty-five, dived in on the fast approaching town. They screeched down from the heavens like craven vultures, and as they approached, rained death and hellfire on the town. The bombs exploded, sending mangled bodies flying through the air. The burning carcasses of Ural trucks and anti-aircraft batteries were left in the muddy streets. As the aircraft passed over, a SAM locked on from an installation in a nearby wood. The missile shot up over the tree-line.

"Fuck! Evasive maneuvers!"

The aircraft broke formation. A second, third, and fourth SAM rocketed forth from different installations. Two aircraft managed to outmaneuver the miisiles, and turned to refuel and reload. Two were not as lucky. Both were unglulfed in balls of fire. Both pilots ejected, and the black parachutes opened, as they fell gently to Earth.

Captain Ivan Marko, and Captain Georg Krazhne both found themselves stranded, one hanging from a tree, the other in the middle of an open field with an injured leg.

The armor advanced, capitalizing on the recovering defense. Nearby Imperial artillery opened fire. Building exploded, sending wreckage flying through the streets. The Buchianan army scrambled about, manning the machine gun nests, and tending to the sandbag barriers.

From out of the woods, like angels of death came the line of tanks. The cannon fired and the machine guns raged. Bullets peppered the dirt, and cannon shells slammed into the barriers. A rebel, the first to fall in this battle, caught a bullet in the arm. He stood, shocked, and took two more in the chest. As he fell backwards, a bullet found a home in his skull. His AK-74 clattered on the concrete.

The armor advanced, accompanied by footsoldiers, with XM-8s blazing. An anti-tank shell slammed into an M1-a5, and the turret burst off like a kernal of corn. A fiery hulk was left. The cannon of another tank turned and landed a shell in the gun. The first tanks hit the barricade, as rebel soldiers scrambled to withdraw into the town. The sandbags were crushed, and the tanks moved over into the streets. The rebels were pursued deeper towards the center of the town.

Colonel Kuskov watched the infrared display in the turret his tank.

"There!"

An RPG slapped the side of the vehicle, again bouncing off, this time into a storm drain. The turret swivelled, and put a shell into a nearby shop. The glass exploded outward, along with the would-be tank killer. The infantry squads followed the armor, covering the tanks with rifle fire, and storming small shops that were serving as cover. The rebels fired from windows, and from behind barriers.

Sergeant Jacob Sanovan followed his commander, a certain Lieutenant Jaroslav down a street, keeping to the sides of buildings. Suddenly, the tank they were following exploded as a shell hit it. The men scrambled, but the lieutenant caught an enormous chunk of shrapnel across the throat, leaving his head nearly severed. Sergeant Sanovan yelled to his men.

"Shit! Barrier up ahead! Get off your asses!"

His team scrambled to their feet. Two were hit as the machine guns opened up. The sergeant and his remaining men ran across the deadly street to a nearby shop. Another man fell, to be cut to ribbons by machine gun fire.

Sergeant Sanovan ducked intot he building, and rested himself against a wall of the building, a bakery. He had eight with him. He breathed deeply.

"Alright apes, let's take that thing out."

He scrambled across the shop, towards another door that opened into the intersection of the street that housed the barricade, and anti-tank cannon. He thought better of it as he approached the door, and turned towards a back door, that opened into an alley. His squad moved through the alley, stopping at the end, while they waited for their chance. The cannon sounded, and the machine guns stopped to reload. The sergeant shouted with all his breath.

"GO!"

The men poured out into the intersection, cutting down the surprised rebels. The sergeant sprinted towards the cannon, gunning down two men who stood in his way. He placed a satchel charge, and turned, sprinting towards another street, and leaping a sandbag barrier. His men followed. The explosion rocked the street as the cannon was annihalated.

The tanks and infantry squads continued to push the rebels back towards the center of the town. They came to a halt as the rebels began to mount stiff resistence at a series of conjoined intersection near the the main government building. The advance was saved as the second wave smashed in fromt he south, tanks and Praetorian squads cutting through and flanking the enemy. The third wave of tanks advanced, moving in to add momentum to the drive for the final push for the capitol building.

((OOC: I am now caught up to the rest of you in the ST. Marie battle. Again, thank you for your patience.))

The CaD's were at the first and second waves. Their spikes slaying many and wounding many more. Throughout the battle chainsaws wirred as they sliced those not fortunate enough to get out of the way. Shells exploded buildings holding rebles. THe rooves colapsed encasing them in their tombs. Explosions ripped through the streets like dominoes. One then the next, then the next, and so on. AA defences were destroyed to make way for the aviary branch. THey rained hell on heavily entrenched areas so the infantry and armor had an easier time prying them lose.

Bodies were used as shields as the bullets flew all over. Bottles were even thrown when ammo was out. But nothing stopped the onslaught of the allied forces.

I had something really important to say, but i cant remember it.

If this is the way all battles go I might have to use the Perun Volu spell. It would make even the mightiest Dinosaur quake in his boots.

If this is the way all battles go I might have to use the Perun Volu spell. It would make even the mightiest Dinosaur quake in his boots.

((OOC: Meh. Don't waste the energy. The commies have plenty of support from other nations. You should join our side now. It's the far more rockin' side.))

Wait there commies? i thought they were just fighting for there own province.

The Marines advanced with the Generian forces to the South of St.Marie, the company of 15 M1A2 Abrams led the way, crushing small bushes and trees that stood in their way. The marines swarmed in behind them, crouching, running and ducking behind cover to remain unseen for as long as possible.

Brigadier General Hector Albus sat in his coomand HMVW towards the back of the collum, he heard muffled explosions to the North

"So they've hit them already, well its our turn now."

The Abrams continued to roll forward as they entered the fields around the town. The turret on the lead Abrams swivelled around looking for targets and suddenly stopped. Seconds later a gout of flame blasted out of the muzzle and a nearby copse of trees exploded in flame. Machineguns chattered as the whole area was raked by fire.

The corpses of 5 dead rebels could be seen amongst the fallen trees as the collum moved past.

"We should be hitting the outskirts of the town now" muttered Albus

Out of the fog rose the faint outlines of buildings. As the units drew closer they were met by a stream of tracers from scattered windows. The marines dropped to the gorund and began to return fire with thier XM-8's.

In the end the tanks cleared the way. Their 120mm blew massive holes in the buildings and silenced the machine gun crews and snipers. The rest of the collum streamed into the city....

The Elkaren shaman woke suddenly and screamed. "We must leave now." Kalaba was shocked by this. The Hannari listened to their shamans. The word spread quickly as they became violent setting fire and killing everything in sight while rushing from the province. "Where shall we go Grandfather?" Kalaba asked as the Hannari ran like hell. "To Shryke." Was the old man's only answer.

Wait there commies? i thought they were just fighting for there own province.

((OOC: Well, they want their own country, but they're not commies. Just secessionists. Still, you should fight on out side, since they already have enough support, and since we're uberstock allies and all.))

BUMP this for you.

Somewhere on top of a hill to the north the Artillery Staff Signal Cordinator saw the color guard tip the Imperial Battle Flag to the right and then to center. This repeated 15 times. The Coordinator droped his jaw and with duty began to send out the message: "Massed Artillery Bombardment Commencing-3 min" The Stealth Infantry begin to pull out when the assasins Elites were in safe distance. The Sniper Elites pulled out a while ago. Tanks roared on and Cannon Crews Were running everywhere. Forward Artillery Observers cleaned their binoculars. All hell was gonna break loose (ooc: All my troops and whoever is sane is taking cover and getting the fuck out)

A young artilleryman came up to the Artillery commander, who was comfortably seated in his jeep looking at the battleground from where he was, "Sir is there anything we can do to call this off!" anxiously said the young one with a look of despair. "Only a Alliance Commander can call this one off!" said the commander with a smile on his face. The commander was proud to wear the Artillery Officer Comms Head Device. He hasn't seen this much commotion and commition of so many machines at once it was overwhelming. He wondered why? It's such a small town for this much ordinance

"Shryke."

"Yes VIper."

"We have some strange reports. Apparentkly all the Hannari are heading towards us."

"What do you suggest?"

"FInding a place to hold them off."

While the battle raged throughout the city the two found a small building to hold themselves up in. Viper had 20 men under his control and he intended to use them.

The entrance led to a hall with a staircase in the back. On this was a sandbag wall with several Dinosaurs manning a mounted gun.

On the balcony above them were 2 more to shoot down.

The hall eld to several doors. One of which was looked and led to another hall. In that hall were several dinosaurs manning another mounted gun behind a sandbag perimeter. For 2 floors up booby traps graced the passages. Then on the top floor the two plus the remaining Dinosaur waited. Behind them was a door to a back staircase. This led down to the basement where a bomb shelter was.

They were ready...

The second wave had smashed the rebel flank, and they were now in full flight. The armor rolled over the abandoned sandbag positions, gunning down fleeing rebels. The shells fell, sending chunks of concrete flying into the air, and falling to crack the streets. The third wave of armor pushed through, and joined in the chase. The withdrawing rebels, ducked into buildings, firing at the Imperials.

The guerilla resistance was stuiff, but the momentum gained in the push was too much to bear. The small, better trained Imperial force flushed out and eliminated the enemy combatants. Several IFVs broke through the fleeing rebel line, and stopped before the capitol steps. The praetorians dismounted, and stormed the building. The men charged through the stone hallways, and penetrated onto the roof, where they hauled down a Buchianan flag, and hoisted that of the Empire.

The armor cut off the remaining rebels as they withdrew, and forced their surrender. After a mop up of resistence, the town officially came under Imperial control.

Three hundred rebel soldiers lay dead in the streets. Two hundred were in Imperial custody. Now, the Imperial army would be tasked with mopping up the area, and searching for two reportedly downed pilots.

As the Imperial flag fluttered in the wind, illuminated in the night by spotlights in the center of St. Marie, the rain stopped, and two Imperial air-force captains awaited their fate.

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"Holy shit," General Ealstan said as he read the inteligence report. "I had no idea the enemy had that many troops. Call back to high command, we're gonna need more troops."
Even as he finished speaking another man ran in with another intelligence report. "We're too late," he said, "They've already hit St. Marie."
"Has it fallen?" the general asked.
"Not yet," the man replied.
"Then we may be able to help," the general mused. "I want planes in the air, now!" he ordered, "And bring the troops into battle order, they may be able to arrive in time to help."

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The planes swiftly flew toward the combat zone leaving a trail of sonic booms behind them. There were thirty in all 15 Stormblades and 15 Archangels with more ready to fly, if need be.

"We're approaching the combat zone," The Squad commander said. "Archangels protect the Stormblades; Stormblades select your targets, you know the drill."

The planes hit the combat hard, flinging ordinance into the enemy's faces and encouraging the defenders.

"Holy shit," General Ealstan said as he read the inteligence report. "I had no idea the enemy had that many troops. Call back to high command, we're gonna need more troops."
Even as he finished speaking another man ran in with another intelligence report. "We're too late," he said, "They've already hit St. Marie."
"Has it fallen?" the general asked.
"Not yet," the man replied.
"Then we may be able to help," the general mused. "I want planes in the air, now!" he ordered, "And bring the troops into battle order, they may be able to arrive in time to help."

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The planes swiftly flew toward the combat zone leaving a trail of sonic booms behind them. There were thirty in all 15 Stormblades and 15 Archangels with more ready to fly, if need be.

"We're approaching the combat zone," The Squad commander said. "Archangels protect the Stormblades; Stormblades select your targets, you know the drill."

The planes hit the combat hard, flinging ordinance into the enemy's faces and encouraging the defenders.

((OOC: I only used like 50,000 on the entire front. there were probably like 10,000 attacking St. Marie. And are we officially at war?))

The Flare went up and dozens of cannons went off and the scene was spectacular. The Howitzers and Abrams fired depleted Uranium shells and cannister shots that turned the town into swiss cheese. Four napalm shells were fired at the same time at the same building and it was incinerated. The so called "Howitzer Hill" was covered in smoke and running men. Gun Crews were running, NCOs were yelling and the Officer were constantly checking with the comms officer. After about 35 minutes of shelling. They had to stop some of the Howitzers were smoldering. 35 barrels were melted to imperfection and the gun crews were tired. The Artillery Contingent began to pull back off the hill. The armor units finnaly arrived and began moving into the Countryside to roll into the city of rubble. The image of a once great city and fortress was now the image of the Dresden Aftermath. The Forward Artillery Observer packed up his unit and left with a tear in one eye. (OOC: Thats all the Artillery I can use for a day, thats all I got with the task force) IC: "My god, I wonder if anybody survived" said the Artillery Commander as he looked back

OOC: the artillery attack happened before the Imperial takeover of St. Marie

"Holy shit," General Ealstan said as he read the inteligence report. "I had no idea the enemy had that many troops. Call back to high command, we're gonna need more troops."
Even as he finished speaking another man ran in with another intelligence report. "We're too late," he said, "They've already hit St. Marie."
"Has it fallen?" the general asked.
"Not yet," the man replied.
"Then we may be able to help," the general mused. "I want planes in the air, now!" he ordered, "And bring the troops into battle order, they may be able to arrive in time to help."

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The planes swiftly flew toward the combat zone leaving a trail of sonic booms behind them. There were thirty in all 15 Stormblades and 15 Archangels with more ready to fly, if need be.

"We're approaching the combat zone," The Squad commander said. "Archangels protect the Stormblades; Stormblades select your targets, you know the drill."

The planes hit the combat hard, flinging ordinance into the enemy's faces and encouraging the defenders.


The city fell

"Holy shit," General Ealstan said as he read the inteligence report. "I had no idea the enemy had that many troops. Call back to high command, we're gonna need more troops."
Even as he finished speaking another man ran in with another intelligence report. "We're too late," he said, "They've already hit St. Marie."
"Has it fallen?" the general asked.
"Not yet," the man replied.
"Then we may be able to help," the general mused. "I want planes in the air, now!" he ordered, "And bring the troops into battle order, they may be able to arrive in time to help."

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The planes swiftly flew toward the combat zone leaving a trail of sonic booms behind them. There were thirty in all 15 Stormblades and 15 Archangels with more ready to fly, if need be.

"We're approaching the combat zone," The Squad commander said. "Archangels protect the Stormblades; Stormblades select your targets, you know the drill."

The planes hit the combat hard, flinging ordinance into the enemy's faces and encouraging the defenders.

The Imperial army was taken aback by the boldness of the unknown enemy aircraft. The rockets slammed into tanks and clusters of soldiers, sending shrapnel and bodies flying.

The GIF-101s, already in patrol of the warzone turned to engage the enemy. The firstsquadron of twenty hit the bombers head on, firing everything they had at the aircraft as they made their pass.

A second group of twenty moved in fromt he side, targeting the archangels. Sidewinders were let lose upon the attackers. Fireballs lit up the dark ground below as flaming metal fell to Earth.

Casualties in Brief:

60 KIA
170 Wounded (Light to Severe)
4 Tanks destroyed
1 disabled
2 damaged

The aircraft hitting in the front flew right into the teeth of the Archangels and a dogfight insued. However the flanking craft hit the Stromblades in the side, as they were making their attack runs and, though some Stormblades finished in time fight back, many were blown out of the sky. At this the Menothian aircraft pulled off so that they wouldn't become encircled.

OCC: This translates to:
5 Archangels and 10 Stormblades destroyed.

To Borman Empire: yeah the final post that said the city fell occured between the time when I decided to post and when I actually posted. The Generic Empire: To the first statement, because of all the support you had I thought there were more troops. And yes I think, technically we are now at war, however I would like it to be a localized conflict not a full blown war.

OCC: yeah the final post that said the city fell occured between the time when I decided to post and when I actually posted. The Generic Empire: To the first statement, because of all the support you had I thought there were more troops. And yes I think, technically we are now at war, however I would like it to be a localized conflict not a full blown war.

((OOC: Localized is better, but remember to still keep force numbers reasonably small.))

Several of the men watched as Shryke and his friends set up some sort of defense. "Well blow the fuckin' horn show Shryke we mean no harm." A small man lifted the horn to his lips. And blew.

"The Knight Phalanx Task Force Is pulling out if Generia needs anything let me know" Said Imperial Warlord Matthews. The Warlord moved onto one of the many troop transports planes and left a 10 member Generia Laison team of Assasin, Infantry, and Comms Officers. The Task Force was finnally home free. The transports roared and 2 by 2 the huge, massive engines and planes left the area.

((OOC: Localized is better, but remember to still keep force numbers reasonably small.))

OCC: No problem, and just to clarify with your air response, the Archangels were leading, so as to protect the Stormblades.

OCC: yeah the final post that said the city fell occured between the time when I decided to post and when I actually posted. The Generic Empire: To the first statement, because of all the support you had I thought there were more troops. And yes I think, technically we are now at war, however I would like it to be a localized conflict not a full blown war.

danmit

"The horn didn't work."
"Use a Wind Runner."
"Which one?"
"Linpa. He'll make it before they can raise their guns."
"Hey Linpa."
"What?"
"Start running." Linpa took off at a break neck speed moving so quickly that noone could really see him. He was next to the wall that they were holed up in and began speaking softly in the Hannari tongue. "Shryke we're not here to hurt you just to aid you."
OOC: Hannari sounds like it is spoken underwater and really high pitched.

Dude BUMP please don't mind.

The Wirrawayan Marines had also been caught off guard by the air attack. Units dove for cover as ordinance exploded around them. The stinger units reacted quickly, training their seeker heads on the white-hot exhausts of the fleeing fighter, 5 Stingers were loosed.

Casaulties

40 KIA

45 Wounded

2 Tanks Destroyed

1 Tank Disabled

1 Damaged

The Marines continued their assault, meeting up with the Northern Generian forces and flushing out any isolated pockets of resistance. They began to set up camp on the out-skirts of the city to treat the wounded, re-supply, and get ready for their next push into rebel territory.

My what a big thread you need your growing room. BUMP I'm sorry my friend but his thread must stay afloat. For the good of small ugly rodents everywhere.

"The horn didn't work."
"Use a Wind Runner."
"Which one?"
"Linpa. He'll make it before they can raise their guns."
"Hey Linpa."
"What?"
"Start running." Linpa took off at a break neck speed moving so quickly that noone could really see him. He was next to the wall that they were holed up in and began speaking softly in the Hannari tongue. "Shryke we're not here to hurt you just to aid you."
OOC: Hannari sounds like it is spoken underwater and really high pitched.

I replied to the horn, guess it didn't work.

Anyway after horn Viper appeared next to u guys and said "what."

Gotta go to bed.

I replied to the horn, guess it didn't work.

Anyway after horn Viper appeared next to u guys and said "what."

Gotta go to bed.
You didn't post it. Sleep well.

You didn't post it. Sleep well.

OOC: I'll post it againt.

IC:
"What's that?"

"The horn. It means they don't want to hurt me."

"I doubt it. You stay here."

Viper turned his camoflauge off when he was standing next to the Hannari, claws out.

"What?"

OOC:Hey Generia! Can you have the rebels try and attack the airport my Battalion is posted at?

OOC:Hey Generia! Can you have the rebels try and attack the airport my Battalion is posted at?

((OOC: The rebels probably wouldn't stage any major attacks at this point, just for future reference, as they're on a pretty large scale defensive, but just for your own amusement, i'll send some to attack.))

The nearest Hannari man who just happened to be an Elkaren shaman picked Viper up by the throat and said. "Were is Shryke?" He squeezed harder.

The nearest Hannari man who just happened to be an Elkaren shaman picked Viper up by the throat and said. "Were is Shryke?" He squeezed harder.

Viper's claws ripped off the man's head and it fell uselessly to the ground. A smoke grenade covered Viper as his bullets hit Hannari. He activated his camo and quickly went back to Shryke.

"Not too friendly."

bump

GODMOD!!! Elkaren shamans are some of the most elite of elite warriors. You may have claws but he could of easily dodged. Why don't we reRP that encounter.

GODMOD!!! Elkaren shamans are some of the most elite of elite warriors. You may have claws but he could of easily dodged. Why don't we reRP that encounter.

((OOC: Just go with it. i'm sure Viper is just as strong, since he's a badass like the shaman.))

They are so elite there are only like ten Elkaren shamans. Not regular shamans Elkaren. They're elite warriors/shamans.

GODMOD!!! Elkaren shamans are some of the most elite of elite warriors. You may have claws but he could of easily dodged. Why don't we reRP that encounter.

OOC: TO dodge he would have had to let go of Viper. Or he could have just shot him. But claws were much cooler.

IC: I guess they were trying to lure you out, and kill you.

Alright he let go of Viper and watched him run towards the building. The great Elkaren shaman turned towards his acolyte "Crazy bastard almost nicked me."

Alright he let go of Viper and watched him run towards the building. The great Elkaren shaman turned towards his acolyte "Crazy bastard almost nicked me."

As Viper landed on hs feet he tossed out a smoke grenade. His camo went up and he ran into the building.

(Insert speech from before in here)

"Shryke, we are not here to hurt you please call off your bastard dinosaur thing." Linpa said a little louder.

"Shryke, we are not here to hurt you please call off your bastard dinosaur thing." Linpa said a little louder.

OOC: I doubt you could yell that ar but....

IC:Vipers claws slid out.

"Why I outta-"

"No. I have an Idea."

Cam was deactivated as a figure stood a little whiles away from the nearest Hannari. His SACS was fully on and his gun was trained on the Hannari.

"If you aren't here to hurt me then why did you aggresively ask Viper where I was?"

"That was the Elkaren. You know how they are." (He should he was raised Hannari the Elkaren are really powerful)

"That was the Elkaren. You know how they are." (He should he was raised Hannari the Elkaren are really powerful)

"Well what do you want?"

bump

Mutters *Why you ungrateful swine* "TO HELP YOU RETARD!!!"

Forest Outside of St. Marie

Captain Ivan Marko, an Imperial fighter pilot shot down over the forests of St. Marie, hung suspended by his parachute in a tree 100 feet above the ground. He had dozed off to the sound of explosions as he hung helpless, only to awaken now to a relatively quiet morning. Save the occasional burst of gunfire, or flyover, the air was undisturbed.

He moved his hand to the empty space where his radio had hung, once again hoping to find it there instead of smashed to bits on the ground far below. He sighed as he was once again left disappointed. He turned, trying to lessen his discomfort. Suddenly, a loud squeal and crunching met his ears. As it grew louder, he realized that the sounds were that of a vehicle of some sort, a truck most likely. Slowly, he realized that there were more than one of the things making their way through the leaf covered floor of the dense grove.

Marko stopped moving, and kept his breaths short and quiet, eventually holding them altogether. The trucks came into sight. They were Ural trucks, military vehicles, and there were three of them. One was covered, but the other two were not, clearly revealing the armed soldiers riding in the back. His hopes that they were of friendly nature were dashed, when he saw the Buchianan flag emblazoned on the side of one of the vehicles. He cursed silently to himself, but remained motionless.

His worst fears were realized when the trucks halted, and several soldiers got out, and walked to the base of the tree. They grinned up at the Imperial pilot, some pointing and letting out rough chuckles. They spoke harshly in their native Slavic tongues, as they went about bringing a long ladder from the truck, and setting it up alongside the tree. Still the pilot remained motionless. A man began to climb, as two others held the ladder. As he neared the top, the pilot sent forth a kick, sending the man and the ladder sprawling to the ground below.

Marko’s hand went for his gun. He withdrew the pistol and fired at the soldiers. As the chamber clicked empty, the Buchianans raised their rifles, but an officer shouted to them.

“Stop! We need him alive!”

“But he killed Petrov!”

“He’ll get his. Cut him down.”

The ladder went up, this time reinforced by five men at the bottom. An angry rebel pulled a knife, and cut the pilot free. He fell to the ground, his fall broken slightly by a mattress. He felt the bones in his arm and legs break. As he groaned, the soldiers picked him up and threw him in one of the trucks. He looked over to see a bound figure. Marko recognized it as that of Georg Krazhne. Apparently, he had been captured as well.

Several Miles to the Southeast

Imperial Fourth Infantry, Seventh Armor:
Objective: Mop up St. Marie surrounding area. Locate and eliminate enemy installations and troop concentrations.

Acting Lieutenant Jacob Sanovan sat on the edge of the hatch of his IFV, scanning the flatlands, and watching the other armored vehicles crawl over the earth. Up ahead lay a small town, insignificant, and ignored on most maps. The APCs were heading straight into that town.

The leviathans crawled into the streets, past sparse parked cars, and open windows. The air was warmer than it had been the day before, and curious civilians who had not evacuated the area peered out at the soldiers. A few pillars of smoke rose from different parts of the town. Apparently it had been the victim of a stray airstrike, or artillery bombardment.

Sanovan’s vehicle came to a halt, and he ordered his men out into the street.

“Alright, fan out and check the houses for rebels.”

The men went off, breaking in doors, and entering houses and buildings.

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The Unnamed Town

Two soldiers burst into the front room of a small home, brandishing AK-101s. A woman and her daughter huddled inside, frightened by the intrusion. The soldiers lowered their weapons and held up their hands as a sign that they meant no harm. They made a quick apology, and walked back out into the street. As they proceeded to the next house, a man wearing a black ski-mask burst from the door of the house they had just left, brandishing an RPG-7. The soldiers, casually glancing back, turned at the sight, and raised their rifles, but were too late. The rocket propelled grenade slammed into the ground before them, and they were blown back. One man was riddled with shrapnel, and left with an arm barely attached. The other’s legs were injured, one foot severed at the ankle, the other knee sliced clean through.

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The rebel’s glory was short lived, as a burst of fire from startled nearby troops cut him down, leaving his bullet riddled body to spill blood into the street.

Elsewhere, fire opened up from windows, and doorways. The Imperials reacted, taking cover and returning fire. A sniper’s bullet caught a Generian soldier in the back of the head as he ran to take shelter behind a building. The skull fragments fell to Earth, as his body fell, kicking up dust from the street.

The firefight continued for several minutes, eventually ending with the Imperial soldiers storming the buildings the rebels fired from, killing seven and capturing two.

Lt. Sanovan walked out from the door of a house, his AK-101 dangling in one hand. In the street, his men had two unmasked rebel fighters kneeling before them with their hands on their heads, the soldier’s rifles trained at the back of their heads. One of Sanovan’s men spoke to him as he approached.

“There were only about ten of them. We killed seven, and here are the rest.”

The soldier prodded one of the captured prisoners. The man remained still, a grim expression on his face.

“Alright, load ‘em up.”

“Lieutenant?”

“What’s the problem.”

“We don’t have room for any prisoners. We got two bodies and three wounded men to take back with us. We can’t leave them here.”

Sanovan was silent for a moment.

“Alright sergeant.”

Sanovan turned and began walking towards his vehicle. Two shots, one occuring slightly before the other, sounded behind him. Sanovan stiffened for a moment as he continued towards the IFV. Two dull thuds followed the shots.

The Imperial infantry force moved out of the town. A crowd of women came out of their homes, while others restrained children from going outside. The women knelt, weeping beside two bodies that now lay in the center of the street, their tears mixing with the blood that pooled in the dust.

"Sir, the Generian troops are advancing again," the said.
"Alright; begin fortifying the cities*. And I want continuous air patrols running" General Ealstan replied. "And have those reinforcements arrived yet?"
"Yes sir, they are disembarking as we speak," the aide replied.
"Good, bring them up toward the battle line, into reserve,"the general ordered.

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Within the cities the action was frantic. Soldiers piled sandbags, fortified buildings, and set up machine gun nests, while snipers set up their hide outs and fighters ran air patrols.

OCC: *I assume there are cities of some sort in the way of your advance, preferably rebel strongholds. If there are none then let me know and I'll change it. Also it would help if we named them and you determined the exact number of cities.

Also the rienforcements consist of:
8000 troops
700 ML-86 APCs
1500 ML-90 Light Fire Support Vehicles
500 Gilgamesh Heavy Battle Tanks
500 Patriot Missle systems

100 Gigas CB-81 Flying Gunship
100 RT-2007 Chariots

Mutters *Why you ungrateful swine* "TO HELP YOU RETARD!!!"

"Retard?"

He cocked the gun and aimed it right at he man's head.

Through gritted teeth he muttered, "Why should I trust you?"

"Please Shryke" Linpa rolled his eyes. "I'd thought you would still be a little subtle not one of them." he gestures rudely at Viper. "You already know if you kill me the Elkaren will use the Perun-Volu spell." He gestures at the assembled Dinosaurs. "Do you want to sacrifice them all?"

"Please Shryke" Linpa rolled his eyes. "I'd thought you would still be a little subtle not one of them." he gestures rudely at Viper. "You already know if you kill me the Elkaren will use the Perun-Volu spell." He gestures at the assembled Dinosaurs. "Do you want to sacrifice them all?"

OOC: There inside. He's the only one outside of the building.

IC: "I am one of them."

The man takes off his helmet revealing that he is in no doubtnot Shryke. He walks off as Shryke and Viper take his place. (Viper his Invisible, You dont know he is there).

Shryke uncocks his gun to signify peace, "Why should we believe you?!"

He said quitely in the Hannari tongue. "Because you're one of us too."

minorBUMP

He said quitely in the Hannari tongue. "Because you're one of us too."

"How do you want to help?"

bump. i'll make an IC post sooner or later.

"We're warriors too." Was his only reply.

"We're warriors too." Was his only reply.

"Fine, but don't try to backstab us. I'm not doing anything now and if you don't want Generia to annihliate you you'd better go tell them you switched sides."

To: The Empire of Generic empire
From: The Constitutional Monarchy of ThatEvilGuyCaptainPete

We understand that you seek help in quelling a rebel faction in your great nation. Although we are small, we would like to help. We would like to deploy the National Guard (about 2,500 soldiers) to Generic empire to help you out. However, unfortunately, we do not have any ships yet, so could you please transport them? Thanks.

Yours truly,

Captain Pete

To: The Empire of Generic empire
From: The Constitutional Monarchy of ThatEvilGuyCaptainPete

We understand that you seek help in quelling a rebel faction in your great nation. Although we are small, we would like to help. We would like to deploy the National Guard (about 2,500 soldiers) to Generic empire to help you out. However, unfortunately, we do not have any ships yet, so could you please transport them? Thanks.

Yours truly,

Captain Pete

Official Imperial Communique

To: Captain Pete
From: Chancellor Avidius Cassius

Your support is most appreciated. we will gladly take care of transport.

"Fine, but don't try to backstab us. I'm not doing anything now and if you don't want Generia to annihliate you you'd better go tell them you switched sides."
OOC: Dude Generia was the one that suggested I switch sides. (Even though Shryke is your character now please play up the struggle between his Borman side and his Hannari side. PLEASE?) YAY!!!

THE FOLLOWING TELEGRAM HAS BEEN CONCEALED TO PREVENT THE REBELS FROM READING ITS CONTENTS

To: Emperor Antonius
From: President J.L.

My friend,

Roach-Busters will provide the maximum amount of aid possible. We will pay any price, bear any burden, to ensure Generia's victory in this crisis. 10 billion dollars has been wired to Generia's government. In addition, we will deploy as many troops as you desire (provided the number does not exceed 2,500,000). Please notify us if there is any other way we can help.

Your friend,

J.L., President of the Invincible Empire of Roach-Busters

To: The Empire of Generic empire
From: The Constitutional Monarchy of ThatEvilGuyCaptainPete

We are happy we can be of service.

Yours truly,

Captain Pete

((OOC: This attack occurred simultaneously to the one on St. Marie))

Saranov (Sorograd), Northern Buchiana

The town was empty. Completely and utterly deserted. The wind whipped through the muddy streets, and whistled over rooftops. They were frightened, as they sat huddled there, in their corners, in their homes, in their town that was now a military target.

There were a few soldiers there, in that ghost town that was still breathing. They too waited, hiding in houses, and laying flat on rooftops.

In the distance, following the winding Darua river, the Imperial army was moving. The Praetorians rode in the IFVs and clung to the sides of GT-107s. The treads shook the Earth, and left deep imprints in the mud that bordered the river that was nearly bursting its banks.

The Imperial Praetorians were solemn in attitude and expression. They clutched their XM-8s tightly, not in fear but in anticipation. These men were not the bloodthirsty animals of the provinces. They were professionals. They lived to spill blood and shed it for the Emperor. They were sane, if it rarely showed, they were strong, and they would fight to the last man and give not an ounce of quarter.

Their sabers hung at their waists, or on their backs according to personal preference. These sabers were not mere ornaments, as it had been commonly demonstrated by the Praetorians in many battles. The men longed to stain the steel red at any opportunity. Today would be that opportunity.

The armor moved in first. Across the fields, over the hills and dales. Suddenly, a pillar of fire went into the sky, then another, and yet another. Mines. The rebels had not been foolish. No matter. The Imperial minesweepers moved forward, overtaking the tanks and plowing the road for the armor.

Squadrons of GIF-77s streaked in overhead. The bombs fell as they had so many times before, and like those many times, the town was raked with steel and flame. Homes were destroyed, or caught fire. Civilians ran out into the muddy street, some clutching bleeding wounds. One man held his hands to the open sores that had been his eye sockets. He sank to his knees, screaming, shedding mental tears to replace those which he could not physically produce. He fell forward, bloody face down into the mud.

The Imperial MLRSs were waiting over the ridge. Spread out, some in the center of fields, others on hill crests, they opened up, bringing the devil’s rain.

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The town was raked with fire, as the rockets slammed into structures. Buildings collapsed, spraying dust and rubble into the air and down the streets, now cluttered with screaming civilians.

A second group of tanks appeared over a hill to the north. They made straight for the town as the IFVs and armor from the first group moved in.

The tanks moved into the streets. Scattered fire from AK-74s echoed amid the ruined streets of the city. A rocket streaked towards an Imperial tank. It pierced the armor and detonated, causing the tank to do a bizarre sort of hop, before the explosion propelled the hatches upward. The smoking hulk burned, as soldiers jumped from the sides of the other tanks, and went to work.

The rifles blazed, bullets cutting through windows to take down concealed rebel fighters. The turrets swiveled and the cannon blazed. The streets were full of soldiers, both Imperial and rebel, scrambling about to slaughter their enemies in bloody combat. Homes became fortresses, temporarily at least, until a well placed shell left them in ruins.

So the battle of Saranov raged, until long into the evening, when the Imperial Praetorians, and their tanks invincible, managed to best the ragged rebel fighters, left only as a deterrent.

It was dark when the imperial flag was raised high above the town, the tanks moving through the rubble covered streets, the soldiers on patrol, passing women who wept over slumped forms.

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Oh look a bunny

To: Y'all
From: Camel Eaters

LOL.

Thses things are a trip
God I love technology. :D

Secret IC:
The Supreme Over Lord Chancellor sat upright in his throne chair, arms resting on the arm rest, dressed in a black cloak in the Zerbian Supreme Lord Chancellor Palace, in the capital of Zerbia, Zelgrade.

His long fingers steepled, while his face that looked similar to actor Peter Cushing's, unemotional, watched, blinking occassionly, his black haired head unmoving the events that were taking place in the Generic Empire's suppression of people that declared independence from Generic on the television screen before him. The sound was on mute.

The Supreme Lord Chancellor was not alone. He was surrounded by a circle aides who stood around the edges of the room, all eyes on him. He ignored them as if they were not there. They knew not to speak unless spoken to. Even coughs and sneezes had to be suppressed. The man on the throne must have silence.

Finally he spoke, not taking his eyes of the TV screen.

"Priest for War" he said, his voice resonant, but cold and calm.

A man in white robes stepped forward hurriedly from the circle, but kept a distance from the man in the throne.

"Yes, Supreme Over Lord Chancellor" he said timidly, head bowed.

"Typewriter" The Supreme Over Lord Chancellor said in a authoritive, but still calm tone. His eyes still stayed on the TV screen. A town was on fire.

The Priest for War hurried over to one of the many typewriters that were on tables circling the room, and seated himself on a stool. He prepared to type what the Supreme Over Lord Chancellor said.

IC:

To: The Generic Empire
From: The Supreme Zerbian Over Lord Chancellor of The Republic of Zerbia

We have heard about your conflict that is ongoing with interest.

I wish to send around 200 troops via transport plane to an area of your choosing, in the region that has declared independence. I feel the troops would be suited to an area of small villages and hamlets near an airstrip that has been secured by your forces, where resistance should be light, but enough for the soldiers to gain combat experience. The soldiers will be happy to fight alone as their own unit, this will make it better or them to become accustomed to warfare as their own entity.

This will be short term only, and after a small period of fighting, the soldiers will return to the plane and leave.

The Supreme Zerbian Over Lord Chancellor of The Republic of Zerbia

Official Imperial Communique

To: The Supreme Zerbian Over Lord Chancellor of The Republic of Zerbia
From: Chancellor Avidius Cassius

You have our permission to deploy troops to the region. We will grant your men autonomous operational status, and a base at an airfield outside the town of St. Marie. The airfield shall be put under your control for as long as you require use of it. Good luck in your combat training operations, and may God protect you should you decide to turn against the Empire.

Chancellor Avidius Cassius,
Appointed Chancellor of the Imperial Congress,
Loyal Servant to Emperor Antonius I

OOC: Is anyone actually supporting the rebels?

Official Imperial Communique

To: The Supreme Zerbian Over Lord Chancellor of The Republic of Zerbia
From: Chancellor Avidius Cassius

You have our permission to deploy troops to the region. We will grant your men autonomous operational status, and a base at an airfield outside the town of St. Marie. The airfield shall be put under your control for as long as you require use of it. Good luck in your combat training operations, and may God protect you should you decide to turn against the Empire.

Chancellor Avidius Cassius,
Appointed Chancellor of the Imperial Congress,
Loyal Servant to Emperor Antonius I


To: Chancellor Avidius Cassius
From: The Supreme Zerbian Over Lord Chancellor of The Republic of Zerbia

I thank you for you granting of permission, and the Zerbian force's freedom regarding operations, I thank you also for your good luck wishes, and rest assured, The nation of Zerbia will not turn against the empire. 200 Zerbian armed men have been prepped and readied, and are this minute, flying to the territory in transport plane. They are ready for battle against the insurgents.
Is it St Marie you would like my troops to be fighting? Or small villages and hamlets nearbu?

The Supreme Zerbian Over Lord Chancellor of The Republic of Zerbia


OOC: Would you like me to RP the landing of the troops now, or should I give it some time? It's my first RP.

[QUOTE=Generic empire]Official Imperial Communique


To: Chancellor Avidius Cassius
From: The Supreme Zerbian Over Lord Chancellor of The Republic of Zerbia

I thank you for you granting of permission, and the Zerbian force's freedom regarding operations, I thank you also for your good luck wishes, and rest assured, The nation of Zerbia will not turn against the empire. 200 Zerbian armed men have been prepped and readied, and are this minute, flying to the territory in transport plane. They are ready for battle against the insurgents.
Is it St Marie you would like my troops to be fighting? Or small villages and hamlets nearbu?

The Supreme Zerbian Over Lord Chancellor of The Republic of Zerbia


OOC: Would you like me to RP the landing of the troops now, or should I give it some time? It's my first RP.

Official Imperial Communique

To: The Supreme Zerbian Over Lord Chancellor of The Republic of Zerbia
From: Chancellor Avidius Cassius

The town of St. Marie is currently under the empire's control, and so the fighting there has concluded. Several miles to the east, however, there is still a somewhat significant rebel presence. Nothing that your force cannot handle, but still meat for your troops to cut their teeth on. You may use the airfield outside of St. Marie, and deploy your men to this sector. As you have been given autonomous operational status, you may operate free from the scrutiny of Imperial Military High Command.

Chancellor Avidius Cassius,
Appointed Chancellor of the Imperial Congress,
Loyal Servant to Emperor Antonius I

((OOC: You may RP their arrival at any time.))

OOC: Is anyone actually supporting the rebels?

*Cough*

OOC: Is anyone actually supporting the rebels?

((OOC: Yes, Menoth is, and I believe there were others who offered support but either decided against it, or forgot about the thread.))

OOC: Mind if I help them out as well?

OOC: Mind if I help them out as well?

((OOC: No, but remember to use small numbers, as it says in the first post.))

((OOC: No, but remember to use small numbers, as it says in the first post.))

OOC: I plan to. I actually probably have a smaller armed force than most people in this thread. Never bother to update it. Gonig out now, will post around 7pm GMT.

Official Imperial Communique

To: The Supreme Zerbian Over Lord Chancellor of The Republic of Zerbia
From: Chancellor Avidius Cassius

The town of St. Marie is currently under the empire's control, and so the fighting there has concluded. Several miles to the east, however, there is still a somewhat significant rebel presence. Nothing that your force cannot handle, but still meat for your troops to cut their teeth on. You may use the airfield outside of St. Marie, and deploy your men to this sector. As you have been given autonomous operational status, you may operate free from the scrutiny of Imperial Military High Command.

Chancellor Avidius Cassius,
Appointed Chancellor of the Imperial Congress,
Loyal Servant to Emperor Antonius I

((OOC: You may RP their arrival at any time.))


To:Chancellor Avidius Cassius
From:The Supreme Zerbian Over Lord Chancellor of The Republic of Zerbia

I thank you again for giving my soldiers this oppurtunity. They shall fight with honour. They shall be updated on their combat duties during transit, and they shall land with their feet running.

The Supreme Zerbian Over Lord Chancellor of The Republic of Zerbia

(OOC: OK )

The Zerbian transport plane landed with a bump on the airfield just outside of St. Marie. There was 200 armed men in the plane, and Commander Zorkovich was quite sure he was not the only one gritting teeth when the bump of the landing came.

He looked round at the men, all armed with AK-47's, or Dragunov Sniper rifles, flamethrowers or RPGs. faces hard, but young.

My boys, he thought, my men, my soldiers!

He looked at them with a swell of pride, they in their black uniforms and black Pith Helmets.

Formidable, he thought again.

Commander Zorkovich had been briefed that the enemy would be light in number and in force but go in for the overkill....and kill.

Zorkovich mentally shook himself and stood up as the plane began to roll to a halt.

"Listen my soldiers!" Zorkovich shouted above the din of the plane's engine. "You know what the supreme over lord chancellor and our nation of Zerbia calls for! Proof that we can fight gallantly, and formidabbly for Zerbia when the time comes! This is our chance to prove ourselves we can fight! We shall kill all who oppose us on the battlefied we shall step on!"

He paused for breath. Stone cold eyes from beneath the 199 men stared back at him from the pith helmets they wore. They're tense he thought, they are ready

"For the Republic! For Zerbia! For The Supreme Over Lord Chancellor!" Commander Zorkovich bellowed at his men, staring up at the roof of the plane.

"For the Republic! For Zerbia! For The Supreme Over Lord Chancellor!" 199 men shouted back in unison in an excited, urgent tone.

Zorkovich smiled at his men as the plane stopped, and some smiled back, their cold, near dead (Yes! That was it! Dead eyes! He thought) eyes staring.

By Zerbia, Zorkovich thought with a chill. He would hate to be facing these fine bastards in battle.

The Plane hatch opened.

here we go.....

"20 Point, 179 East Go!" Zorkovich screamed.

20 Zerbians disembarked into the cool night, guns aimed, and lay down on the tarmac, guns aimed at all corners to cover all areas of the airfield around the plane, the remaining men ran from the plane, weapons ready, pointed in all directions.

"East!" Zorkovich said more quietly.

The Zerbian Force did not wait for a welcoming commitee, they charged East, as briefed.

Tanks and men of Borman were scattered all over the province. They had taken many small rebel towns and villages. But word came that there was a large place that rebles still held. As so the soldiers began to re-group at St. Marie.

OOC: Im bored. Give me a town to take.

Tanks and men of Borman were scattered all over the province. They had taken many small rebel towns and villages. But word came that there was a large place that rebles still held. As so the soldiers began to re-group at St. Marie.

OOC: Im bored. Give me a town to take.

((OOC: Make one up.))

((OOC: Pretty pointless post just to wrap up St. Marie.))

Twenty Miles East of St. Marie

Private Sergei Ilchev peered through the window of the MI-24, watching the rain soaked fields passing below him and the smoke pillars rising above the tree line. He looked down at his rifle, and ran his fingers over the black steel. He pulled the clip, and checked it, as he had been doing obsessively for the past ten minutes.

“Relax Sergei. You’ll wear the damn thing out.”

Sergei chuckled. The other man dropped the butt of a cigarette onto the steel floor, and crushed it with his boot, before checking his own ammo.

“They’re only rebels. Nothing to worry about.”

The helicopter was one of ten en route to a large supply depot located twenty five miles east of the town of St. Marie. It was the last depot in the St. Marie area that was still being held by the Buchianan resistance.

A co-pilot called back to the men.

“ETA three minutes!”

An officer pushed himself to a sitting position in the transport area of the chopper. He addressed his men.

“Alright boys, keep it quick and clean, and this’ll be over in thirty minutes.”

The chopper moved in. The fenced in, open area came into view over the tree line. There were mountains of crates piled about the depot, and the warehouses stood tall in the grey sky. The aircraft began to descend, moving as close to the trees as possible, until the forest dropped out from below them altogether.

“Get ready!”

The rebel soldiers on the ground scrambled. They fired at he approaching choppers. Rifle rounds began to clink as they hit the steel fuselage of the helicopters. The metal birds opened fire. The guns rotated as they unleashed hell. The choppers descended further, barely clearing the fence.

They touched down, and the soldiers jumped onto the ground. The choppers ascended to provide cover. Private Ilchev looked quickly from side to side, before charging after his commanding officer, towards a large warehouse. A man beside him stopped short, and fell to the ground, a bullet in the side of his head.

Ilchev continued, diving behind a wall, along with three others. He put his back against the building, and caught his breath, before leaning around the corner and opening up on a man who fired wildly with an AK-47.

The whir of the helicopter blades continued, mingling with the incessant sounds of the chainguns, cutting away at rebel soldiers. A piercing shriek cut the monotony. Private Ilchev looked up, to see a white trail streak straight into the cockpit of an MI-24. The fireball consumed the chopper, and it fell to earth like a rock.

Ilchev’s commanding officer, a certain Captain Mikhail Greghov, rolled out from cover, and unloaded on a man with a now empty rocket launcher. The man fell, three bullets in his chest, and one in his left eye.

The rumbling of treads became audible, and from behind a warehouse rolled a ZSU. The turret swiveled, and the cannon began to rotate. The bullets ripped through another MI-24, shredding it. The dead bird writhed in the air, spinning wildly as its tail broke away. Blood spattered the front of the cockpit, and the pilot pulled his hands away from his open chest.

The helicopter smashed into the roof of a nearby warehouse.

“Fuck! Krschka, you and ilchev take that thing out!”

A man with a Predator strapped to his back ran out from cover and began to charge towards a low wall. Ilchev followed him. A cloud of dust appeared around the first man, and he fell to the ground. Ilchev aimed his weapon, and fired several rounds into a man who peered from around a corner.

Ilchev ran to the body, and grabbed the anti-tank weapon. He crouched behind the low wall, and took aim at the still firing ZSU. The rocket streaked forward, smashing into the side of the armored vehicle. The crumpled steel mass burned brightly. Inside, the corpses of the crew were scorched to ash in a private crematory.

The helicopters wheeled about, turning to re-enter the combat zone, and resume covering the infantry. The squads moved into the warehouses. Inside, the scene was chaos. The buildings were pitch black, and Buchianan soldiers made an easy job of picking off Imperial troops as they entered.

Captain Greghov leaned up against a crate of ammunition.

“Who did we lose?”

“I saw them take out Kruska and Silsyich. I don’t know where the rest of our guys are.”

“Shit. Alright, pull out. We’ll get the choppers to take these things out.”

The squads withdrew. The MI-24s moved into position, and rockets streaked towards the warehouse buildings. The flames caused the ammo to explode, which annihilated the storehouses entirely. Flaming chunks of metal and concrete slammed into the ground, as the roof was blown clean off one of the buildings. Imperial soldiers took cover against the rubble.

As the dust cleared, and the smoke billowed into the skies, twenty Imperial soldiers lay dead, along an undetermined number of rebels. The survivors and the wounded loaded themselves onto the choppers to make way for a fresh batch of soldiers who would secure the destroyed depot.

IC:

Commander Zorkovich and his men crept up and crawled on either side of country road bordered by hedgerows, Zorkovich led the way, and rounded a bend, crouch walking. In the far distance, Zorkovich could see some houses that looked to be part of a village of some kind.

It was morning, they had been travelling East at night thanks to the aid of a compass, and then had rested up in a field, now it was morning.

Zorkovich quickly scrabbled back round the corner "Halt!" He hissed, aware a loud voice might be carried by the wind.

The Zerbian force stopped in it's tracks, some crouched, some lying on their stomachs where they had been crawling.

"Zerkovich!" Commander Zorkovich said quietly to a soldier to his left carrying a Dragunov Sniper rifle, "look through the lens, and poke the gun through the hedge. Tell us what you see."

Zerkovich looked through the sniper rifle lens, and adjusted the distance range.

10 seconds passed, then:

"Well?!" Zorkovich hissed impatiently.

"A village, Commander Zorkovich. There is a house facing us, one window at top level. Enemy sniper positioned, facing the lane around corner"

Zorkovich frowned. Why had he not been shot? Not seen? He sweated. The sniper must be one blind, incompetent bastard. "Can you take him, Zerkovich?"

Zerkovich smiled, his eye still to the sniper lens, finger on trigger. "Commander Zorkovich, does a Zerbian Bear shit in the Zerbian Woods?"

He pulled the trigger, the rifle recoiling in his hands, the loud gunshot resonated across the countryside.

"Need I say I got him sir?" Zerkovich said, not looking up, eye still to scope.

Zorkovich leant over to Zerkovich's left ear.

"Don't be a smart arse" Commander Zorkovich growled.

Zerkovich nodded, his smile dissapearing. "Yes Commander Zorkovich"

And then the village came alive with resistance.

(OOC: Will continue this tommorow.)

The town Of Borgosie laid nestled in a clearing in the forest. This was a rebel stronghold in teh sense of military production of weapons and people. Not too many defenses held the town together but enough to deter a small force. But not the Bormans.

B-29 Spirits acompanied by GIF-77s (I can use these, right?) flew over the sleepy town. Before they knew what was happening barracks and factories were gone. Smoke rose as explosions ripped through the town. As AA defences began to hum to life artillery rained hell on them. Howitzers, tanks, and more removed as many AA defences as possible. Planes continues to fly over head releasing varying forms of ordinance. Finaly the Armor and INfantry moved.

The men were snug inside the Bhalks, BGPs, Cd 101.5s, and CaDs. The tanks literraly ran over the sandbags and machine guns along with those manning them. Different colums of Taks went down different streets firing shells into every building as they went. When they neared teh heart of the city cannons opened up and rebels appeared everywhere. RPGs slammed against CaDs, bouncing off harmlessly. But not so with the Bhalks. Some exploded as they fired their APG2. Then doors slammed open as Dinosaurs charged out. Their helmets were sealed and their oxygen tanks were giving them the air they needed.

M60 and XM8 fire began to drop the rebels. Grenades went off here and there. Massive expolsions rocketed the city as teh major defences were removed. When most of the men were out the Tanks contined onward. At the center the remaining men charged out and began to combat the awakening resistance. Houses that showed any sign of resistance were destroyed.

Those that were not particularly hostile had doors kicked in and Dinosuars searched. Bodies littered the streets as the carnage and combat raged. Now widowed women wept over slumped bodies. Though they quickly moved to maek way for the tanks then further decimated the corpses of their loved ones.

After several hours Dinosaurs were able to walk the streets without gunfire. Sympathizers were rounded up and shot while all houses were searched. Imperial bodies were buired in proper places while all other corpses were put in one vast grave. Most of this work was done by the remainig citizens.

THe leader of the men there walked into the bell tower. As he ascended the staircase he became more cautious. When he came to the top he founf that more than half of the roof housing the bell had fallen down below, along with the bell. The flagpole that had graced thtop had falen off and gotten caught on some of the remains of the floor. It hung slightly horizontally and the commander was just able to reachit. He brought in and burned the rebel flag and replaced it with one of Generic Empire.

"Sir."

"Yes?"

"Come to the belltower."

Colonel Pilanstone ook his eye away from the sniper rifle.

"How many men do we have here?"

"About a thousand and a half."

"How many would you say are coming?"

"Around two thousand."

The scope did not lie. In the distacne a cloud of dirt revealed the convoy of transport jeeps and t-80 tanks. They proudly flew the rebel flag.

"Get them ready, now."

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Dinosuars took positions in the bunkers and behind sandbags that had been erected yesterday. Machine guns were manned, cannons aimed, and more.

Tanks and Howitzers were in firing positions and a sniper was in every building that still stood. But this did nto deter the rebels.

As the convoy came nearer it broke from two colums into two sparsed rows. Now shots couldn't be randomly fired and hit several enemies. Aim had to be taken.

As the enemy came in range the howitzers opened up and the tanks shot forward shells. Those snipers who could get a shot took it.

It looked as if the soldiers would lose hopelessly, then planes came from the airstrip nearby and rained hell on the convoy. AA defences began to fire as the number of planes being sent dwindled. Eventually the planes stopped but not after taking many enemies out.

The jeeps accelerated at top speed towards the soldiers. Almost all had drivers killed or wheels popped. The rebels flew out and began to fire on teh entrenched soldiers.

T-80s fired shells at the guns and trenches. But it didn't last long untill Borman tanks found and decimated them.

Eventually the rebels were able to push forward to the soldiers. The Dinosuars drew steel and began to hack away at teh rebels.

The rebels realized they couldn't come anywhere near competing with the Dinosaurs in ahdn to hand and began to retreat.

Of the 300 that lived to be part of the retreat, only 13 got away.

Borman casualties:
2 Tanks destroyed
3 in need of repair
68 dead
138 wounded

<57 miles south of Borgosie, 03:12AM>

Twelve dark shapes swept over the treetops, barely two hundred feet above the ground. NIRTSSAT footage clearly showed the Borman Empire troops in their defensive positions within the city. Designating each aircraft individual targets, the flight leader then ordered the formation to spread out, split into combat groups, and climb slowly to five hundred feet, launch height.

When they were just fifty miles from the city, the aircraft launched. Ten of the twelve launched twelve Wolverine cruise missiles each. Another launched twelve Python UHARM anti-radiation missiles, and the final one launched just two missiles, Wolverine-X special-mission cruise missiles, also known as Screamers.

The Pythons raced ahead of the entire flight, seeking out any active radars in or near the city. At speeds close to Mach 4, the missiles would arrive without any warning, and before anyone could react to them. Behind them, one hundred and twenty standard Wolverines began to guide in on their targets at the speed of sound. Each Wolverine held a variety of bomblets in three seperate bays along the length of the missiles. Two bays held anti-personell mines, and the third carried six semi-active guided anti-armour sub-munitions (SAGAASMs). Each SAGAASM was capable of firing a molten copper slug through the top armour of a tank or fighting vehicle, where it would shred the interior, guaranteeing the destruction of said AFV.

The last two missiles, the Screamers, were the key to the whole operation. Each flew on a different course for a few minutes before activating. All of a sudden, instead of a one or two possible intermittent contacts from low-flying stealth bombers, hundreds of false radar targets were displayed on any radar screen within two hundred miles. It would appear that a massive attack formation was closing on the city, having appeared from nowhere.

Their missiles launched, the bombers began a high-speed run towards international airspace, running low and fast.

OOC: Can I get Nac Mac Feegle back?
The Hannari shamans had seen it and the Hannari had gone. They raced towards Borgoise at lightning speed their small ATV not stopping for any one or anything. 150 Hannari warriors slowly sunk into a euphoria as they rocketed towards the battle to help the Bormans. Jakimbo (the leader of this war party) raised his hand and made a circular motion in the air. A storm began to brew. The Warstorm Hannari were ready for battle.

Behind the flight, a storm began to brew. But it would never catch them. With only one aircraft carrying any significant weight in weapons, the bombers were really moving. Wings swept right back and shaped for speed, the heavily modified EB-1C Vampires shot over the coastline and tore out over the ocean, white tipped waves shooting past below them. They were clear of the land, and rapidly getting the hell out of Dodge.

OOC: Sure

IC: The missiles had impacted the town slaying all the civilians in the town and most of the military there. Pilanstone had been out with a small convoy searching for the rebels who had failed on their attack.

Casulaties:
859 civilians
1129 soldiers
96 tanks
Only remainig building stands 5 ft. high

The flash from the missiles shot upwards and spread for miles. The Hannari Warstorm tribe easily saw it. The medics were told to prepare. The Borman would need them. A voice was heard on the radio. "Nac Mac Feegle will be leading the next charge." The Hannari began to scream and yell as their hero would be returned to them.

OOC: O...k. Little problematic, since they would only hit civvies if they were mixing with your troops, but never mind.

IC:

<17 miles from Generic Empire territorial waters>

The SS Valley Mistress ploughed through another wave. To all extent and purposes, she was a salvage ship. From the outside, apart from three containers on her deck and a large set of doors in the middle of the helipad, she looked like a run-down, well-used vessel. Inside, she was much different. Each of the containers housed massive computer banks and information receivers. Huge satellite radio antennae on the upper decks recieved transmissions from anyone operating a radio nearby, as well as data from the ever-present NIRTSSATs.

Below decks, she carried a single AV-32 armed transport VTOL, stored near to a large dive pool, capable of holding rescue vehicles, and if needs be, ditching the VTOL. Also based nearby was a vast armoury for he compliment of NSOC commandos. Phased out by the military, there were now only a handful of the elite commandos left, barely a hundred in all. Each man was old, experienced, and battle-hardened.

OOC: My men were all over the town. Plus there isn't much place left to live. So most peoples are in large housing areas. Basically you leveled the whole town. Now any peoples alive are going to St. Marie. The rest of my force is meeting them.

OOC: Ah well. Tough sh1t on them i guess. Are there any major concentrations of loyalist forces elsewhere?

((OOC: McLeod, I'll get you some details on major pop centers and strongholds in a bit, when I figure it out, but just know that most of the rebel resistence is now located further into the province, in the half that is closer to the sea.

Also, could we RP you having a spy ship, and me finding out about it somehow, and then strafing it, like the Israelis with that American ship before the 6-day war?))

OOC: Ah well. Tough sh1t on them i guess. Are there any major concentrations of loyalist forces elsewhere?

((OOC: Do you mean forces loyal to the Empire, or to the rebels?))

OOC:

Yeah, sure. Just let me launch the commandos first. Maybe that's how you discover it? Track the transport back to the ship? Be warned, she won't go down easy, she is armed, so you might lose an aircraft in the process.

And by loyalist, i meant loyal to the Empire.

OOC:

Yeah, sure. Just let me launch the commandos first. Maybe that's how you discover it? Track the transport back to the ship? Be warned, she won't go down easy, she is armed, so you might lose an aircraft in the process.

And by loyalist, i meant loyal to the Empire.

((OOC: There are no real (known) loyalist strongholds in the province of buchiana. There are those who would not overtly support the rebel movement, but that is about it.))

OOC: Ok.

IC:

The doors in the floor of the helipad slid open, and a fuelled and armed AV_32 rose onto a large square elevator. On reach the deck, the VTOLs wings swivelled out to their flight positions, and the engines slowly began to start up, left engine first, then the right soon after. In the cockpit, the two crew members began pre-flight checklists, and final downloads from the NIRTSSATs prior to launch.

After a few minutes, the craft lifted quickly off the deck and swept towards the coast, heading towards the Buchianan coastline, its cargo of commandos checking over their weapons and equipment.

It continued to rain on the Wirrwayan base camp about a 1/2 a mile outside St.Marie. A sort of gloom had crept over the battalion as they sat, camped out in rutted and destroyed fields, waiting for orders. After the first big push into the city there had been relativly little for them to do, other than play cards and lose huge sums of money.

Now after a week of dormanct the HQ had sprung to life

"Where excatly is bravo-2 located?" queried Brigadier General Hector Albus of the recon squad which had been sent out the night before.

"Their supposed to be about 5 klicks Southeast of here, at least thats the last time they checked in." replied Major Godfrey.

"How long has it been since we last heard from them?"

"About 12 hours now sir, they've missed two check-ins."

"Was there any rebel activity reported down there prior to this mission."

"Well yes sir, we'd heard rumors of a muster in that area and we sent bravo-2 to check it out and now they've vanished."

"Allright, I guess were certain now, send out Easy Company, they can handle those worthless rebs."

The 150 men of Easy Company boarded their Stryker IFV's and followed 3 M1-A2 Abrams to the small village of Billave where they would exact their terrible revenge....

The Wirrawayan men looked up as they felt the ground shake. Then they saw the convoy of Borman vehicles approach. Many had bodies on top. Men were missing legs, arms, feet, hands, and more. Blood was left behind the procession as the Borman men greeted teh forces with glum faces.

"Aircraft."

The processsion left and made it to St. Marie where the wounded men were immediatly treated.

After viewing the carnage that aircraft had wrought on the Borman forces the whole collum paused and took shelter under a copse of trees. A call was sent out to HQ and about an hour later 4 Avenger SAM system (stinger) equipped Humvees roared up the road and joined Easy company. The vehicles rolled out again along the road to Billave.

The lead Abrams was doing over 40 mph when it saw the roadblock ahead. Peices of fallen timber and barbed wire had been stretched across the width of the road. It was manned by a group of poorly dressed men, toting Ak-74's.

The driver smiled as he gunned the engine and quikcly reached 55 mph. The main gun fired, slowing the tank momentarily as it's shell rocket through the air and exploded in the mass of terrified men. Body parts and shattered wood flew through the air as the Abrams blasted through the roadblock, catching three men under its metal treads. The other two Abrams raced through, completeting the destruction.

The rest of the convoy moved through at a little slower pace but managed to slow down enough to decapitate a fleeing rebel with a 105mm shell.

As the convoy continued to move on fire began coming from the passing farmhouses and the gunners of the Strykers and Abrams amused themselves by blowing apart these flimsy wooden structures. It became a little bit of a contest to see which gunner could hit the farmhouse first.

The collum closed in on Billava, leaving the smoking remains of farms and barns in their wake.

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How many troops would you like me to send, GE? And what's your nation's climate like?

General Ivanov looked at the map that sat on the table in a St. Marie Hotel Lobby that had become the new headquarters of the Imperial High Command in this operation. He was surrounded by other officers.

"General, the attack was a complete success. In the west, the rebels are left without supplies. Their lines have crumbled. Many have simply laid down their empty weapons, and abandoned their posts, or surrendered to our forces. In the north, Sorograd is under our control, and so is her airport. The northern portion of the province is effectively sealed off."

"Excellent. The first stage is complete. Now, we must begin part two. As you are aware, the terrain from here until Deskograd is easy, and largely flat. Intelligence reports and sattelite photos show that there is also no significant rebel presence until we near Deskograd and her meridian.

We can overrun this area quickly, and firmly establish ourselves for the eventual offensive on the stronghold at that city. Deskograd will not be an easy fight. she is a fortress, and she is located right on top of the two most important rivers in Buchiana, the Deska and the Ruek. The rebels will fight dearly to control this location, or else lose their hold on everything until the capital.

I know, however, that our men are up to the task. The Imperial Praetorians do not lose, and will fight with the ferocity of wild beasts to destroy the rebellion. Gentlemen, i have a good feeling that by Christmas, we shall be dining in New Bucharest."

The assembled officers laughed. Elsewhere, the wheels of war began to turn. The Imperial Military Command was bringing in fresh troops to support the overrunning of the west, in preparation for the offensive on Deskograd.

How many troops would you like me to send, GE? And what's your nation's climate like?

((OOC: I suppose between 10 and 30 thousand is alright, and right now, as it is November in buchiana, the climate is cold, rainy, and occasionally snow.))

((OOC: I suppose between 10 and 30 thousand is alright, and right now, as it is November in buchiana, the climate is cold, rainy, and occasionally snow.))

((OOC: Okay, thanks))

Thick torrents of rain cascaded from the heavens in such thick sheets that they distorted everything outside the windows nearly to the point of invisibility. Helicopter propellers buffeted the frigid air, as hundreds of helicopters, each filled to the capacity with dozens of young, tough, highly ambitious, fiercely patriotic, and battle-hardened troops, flew through the dark night toward Generia. Had the pilots not been the consummate fliers they were, the helicopters would have succumbed to the storm and crashed and burned long ago. That they hadn't was nothing short of miraculous.
One of the pilots picked up his radio and contacted the RB military base in Generia. "Clear the runway, we're preparing to land, over."
Over the radio, he heard a tinny, staticky voice reply, "Roger that. Over."
"Much obliged. Over and out."
Minutes later, the helicopters slowly descended to the ground and landed. Soldiers disembarked from them by the thousands, toting machine guns, chanting patriotic slogans, and eager to shed blood in honor of Roach-Busters and its glorious ally, Generia.

((OOC: How was that?))

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((OOC: How was that?))

((OOC: Good job. I think that's one of the best posts of yours that i've read. I'll see if I can make some more IC posts tonight, but I might just pack it up and watch 'Dr. Strangelove' instead.))

((OOC: Good job. I think that's one of the best posts of yours that i've read. I'll see if I can make some more IC posts tonight, but I might just pack it up and watch 'Dr. Strangelove' instead.))

((OOC: Thanks. :) Mind if I RP a battle between my men and the rebels?))

((OOC: Thanks. :) Mind if I RP a battle between my men and the rebels?))

((OOC: Nope. Go right ahead.))

Borman soldiers were regrouped and had recieved SAM batteries and M270s(Cant remember if thats the name). They were almost ready to take a town.