Knight Phalanxia
16-11-2004, 20:50
From the Mobile HQ of Task Force: Gin
I, Knight Warlord Shinji, have seen the atrocities of the Zerbian Groups and find them to be very distasteful. As requested by my staff I have come back to this battleground once again. This time, I'm not leaving. I have been instructed by the War Council not to come back...but after losing so many men hear in the beginning of this war I have decided that I would have to come back to find the body of the First Warlord of this Task Force. I am requesting and army to be attached to and orders. This is all, Let it Be done!
OOc: Can I join in again?
Borman Empire
16-11-2004, 23:49
OOC: NO, YOU CAN'T JOIN! We absolutely will not allow a staunch ally of ours to join an RP they were previously in. Joking, Im pretty sure you can.
Generic empire
20-11-2004, 17:49
((OOC: Fast forward so I can get this done with.))
The soldiers sifted through the ruins of Deskograd. Tanks rumbled over broken rubble and corpses. The flames licked the clear blue sky. It was now early spring, but the chill air still bit the flesh of the Imperial soldiers. Some warmed their hands by burning vehicles.
The Generian Imperial flag flew proudly from the top of the Deskograd government building, the symbol that the war was finally drawing to a close. In the center of the city, rebel prisoners were being gathered, to be put on trucks for shipment to camps a few miles away. The occupation would soon take full effect.
In New bucharest, capital of the once free state, Prime Minister Josef Steyovich sat at his desk, eyes wide with horror at the news of the fall of Deskograd. He picked up a piece of paper and pen, and began to write. Before he could finish a sentence, he put his head on the desk and wept bitterly for the loss of his nation.
In Generia City, amid the celebrations at the return of Emperor Antonius, a letter was delivered to the Imperial Palace.
Handwritten Letter From Prime Minister Steyovich
Most honorable Emperor Antonius I of the magnificent Generic Empire,
Hear me out, for as we speak your forces wander the ruins of our last stronghold, pick at the corpses of my loyal soldiers. Our fields and towns burn brightly in the cold sun, as stinging as the shame that is this defeat.
I write to you to offer our surrender, to return Buchiana to the hands of the Empire. I know that it is not the Imperial way to tolerate this treason, but I beg of you to give forgiveness to my people. Let it be God's will that they avoid your wrath.
Take this as the last request of a dead man, for as I finish this letter, I shall take my own life, for I cannot live with the shame I have brought upon myself through this treason. May God have mercy on my soul.
Josef Steyovich
The Emperor read the letter with furrowed brow. Dmitri Rubellai, former Imperial Chancellor under Alexei's reign, now loyal counciller to the true Emperor, stood before Antonius.
"Then it is done. Send the message to the Praetorians. They are to occupy New Bucharest and take control of the province. There is bound to still be some unrest."
"Your grace, General Ivanov should be most pleased."
"Ah yes. Send my personal congratulations to the General, along with an invitation to the Imperial Palace for a celebration in his honor."
"Yes, your grace."
And so it concluded, the Buchianan war, another conflict, another etching on the face of history.
Generic empire
20-11-2004, 17:53
Direct Imperial Order
To: Generian Expeditionary Force, Zerbian Theater
From: Emperor Antonius I
All Imperial forces are to withdraw from this area of operations, to be returned immediately to the Empire. This conflict is a useless waste of Imperial blood, and so it seems fit to end it immediately.
Emperor Antonius I,
Sovereign Lord of Generia and her Dominions
Generic empire
20-11-2004, 17:54
((OOC: This is a general aftermath thread for all of the events that recently took place in my nation:
http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=374916 ))
Borman Empire
20-11-2004, 18:34
And with that the armies of Borman returned home. Many a memory made and a soldier lost.
Secret IC:
The Supreme Zerbian Over Lord Chancellor sat in his castle hideaway.
He had just been informed by the Initiator For War that the Generians were retreating.
The man on the throne met the news with amusement, but he did not show a flicker of emotion.
Zerbia has triumphed, he thought. I have triumphed.
He knew it all along, at least, that is what his mind had told him.
Victory was, and always had been, assured.
He almost laughed, out loud, manically. Instead, he merely raised one long, cold tapered finger of his right hand on his arm rest, before letting it settle back down.
To: Antonius I
From: The Supreme Zerbian Over Lord Chancellor of The Republic Of Zerbia
Your decision to withdrawl your forces is wise, all things considered.
The Supreme Zerbian Over Lord Chancellor of The Republic Of Zerbia
IC:
As The Generian forces withdrew from the land and eventually the seas of Zerbia over a period of days, bloodied and bruised from a violent battle, they fought a fighting retreat, as Zerbian forces harrassed them, they too bloodied and bruised.
Generian air strikes on Zerbian attacking positions allowed the Generians to evacuate without danger.
The City of Zagreb, it was agreed by observers, was the testament to a bloody, vicious and pointless battle, that reduced buildings to rubble and humans into animals, with a average life expectancy of 15 minutes for anyone who dared enter. Within that city, was the suffocating tomb of all those who entered.
Early in the battle, it had appeared Generian forces had taken the city. But the Zerbian forces made a counter attack, and what followed, was street to street, house to house, room to room, hand to hand fighting that had seen a deterioation of living and 'clean' fighting. Where before there had been gun battles, as ammo ran low, so any instrument that could be used as a weapon were used, from the conventional knifes and Schmitars to the unconventional: shovels, candlesticks, axes, pitchforks, pokers: anything a soldier could get his or her hands on to attack and bludgeon and gore the enemy. Bodies lay on top of each other in streets, houses and rooms, dead in a embrace of mutually assured destruction.
Plumes of smoke and fire rose above the skyline of the city, burning tanks were their own furnace in several streets, bodies laying nearby, charred, mutilated from battle.
The Zerbians had raised the Zerbian flag above buildings to show who controlled the building, the huge black flag with the red Z for Zerbia billowing in the gritty wind.
Now more Zerbian flags were raised above buildings as the Generians withdrew.
Across Zerbia, in the rural and urban areas where the Generians had reached and fought, bodies and war machinery lay scattered and twisted in mutilation.
The Generian forces had not reached the capital of Zerbia, Zelgrade. Some blamed it on Zerbia's large land mass, some blamed it on the weather, the common views was that it was the civil war in Generia which had had a demoralising, uncertain effect, or that the Zerbian resistance was tougher and more fanatical then expected.
Some indeed, thought all the factors theorised had their hand in the play that led to Zerbia not being defeated.
Alas, Zerbia was not victorious, neither was Generia victorious, and even as the surviving loudspeakers in Zerbian proclaimed to the Zerbian people 'superiority and victory' over the retreating 'enemy', the true victors became clear: The scavengers. The Bears, the dogs, the wolves, the cats, the vultures that nibbled and chomped on the bloated, mutilated corpses of both sides. Casualties were horrendous on both sides, the dead were plain to see.
End.
OOC: I hope that's alright Generia.