NationStates Jolt Archive

(OOC: Yes, I know I'm still new, but I'd really like to do more than beg for weapons from nations. This is an open RPG to all who wish to join.)

An explosion thundered from the center of New Neo Zeon's capital city, Zeppelin. Terrorists had stormed into the city, occupying City Hall, setting up weapons at every window possible. They had struck at the perfect time, New Neo Zeon was a new nation, still unorganized, so they expected little resistance.

Not too far away, in a small military camp, the commanding officer had informed the nation's leader Zeon Zum Deikun. He was promised that there would be help from any bigger nations willing to help out the new small nation. The only thing they could do now was wait for that help to arrive.

(OOC: So, as you can see, terrorists have occupied the capital city of New Neo Zeon, and since it's new and unorganized, there isn't much of a military, so, basically help from any possible country is welcomed.)

The People's Republic of Lzech condemns this violent and criminal atrocity and is willing to commit up to two hundred Lzechan Shock Infantry (http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2004-9/839132/Lzechan.JPG) to assist your forces in the recapture of your capital and the protection of important government personnel.

It is Gs will that you go through this trying time. Think of it my brothers as birth pains. If he wills it you shall prevail. But in the meantime we shall send you the 21st Freedman Watchmen. You shall be getting to help you people 200 freedslaves all armed with SA Vz.58 assault rifles. Along with them we shall also send you 25 Green Suits to help keep the Watchmen in place.

(occ) feel free to place and have them die as you wish :mp5:

The Grand Duchy of Resquide although being as yet too small and newly formed to field a sizable army, offers a team of peace keepers to help your negotiations with the terrorsits.

Fifteen Miles Outside Of Zeppelin:
Large airships loomed overhead, the gargantuan aircraft seeming to consume the entire sky. A young man, around twenty-seven came over the radio frequencies, "Roger. Entered drop zone and preparing to release the eggs." A few seconds later, large, grey and ivory toned spires dropped from the enourmous airships, "The Bird has laid her Eggs. Bird C90 begining exit pathway out of Zeppelin airspace."
En route to the terra-firma, the spire transports released four small paracheuttes each, slowing slightly the rate of descent of the transports. Each spire dug atleast fifteen feet into the soil upon impact. As the five Eggs impacted, each began discecting itself, raising its quad-sides up, before dropping them, to revealing 1,000 Waffen-SS soldiers in each, along with 12 Neu-Panzers, totaling 5,000 troops and 60 Neu-Panzer tanks. Out of the five thousand troops, it would take an average of three to operate the tanks, lowering the Wehrmacht strength a minescule amount.
As each, ebony uniformed dorned soldier exited, their spires released an explosion from the base (The formate facing the sky) causing a large package to go atleast 100 meters up, before falling back several hundred yards from the Egg.
General Orich Levstich, head officer of the 55th Panzer Wehrmacht approached the first landing ration as it was being exumed and constructed to form a large BCHQ (Battlefield Central Headquarters). The 43 year old, battle veteran barked orders in his Fascian accent, his Deutsch like language seeming to relay anger from the flushed man, even though he lacked it... at the moment. "Ladies, get this HQ up and ready! I want to be able to contact the Head of State of this speck of dirt!" he barked, each man yelling a resounding, "Herr, Yavole, Herr!"
Within forty-five minutes, the BCHQ was constructed an fully stocked with equipment, and the MRE stations set. General Levstich picked up the black, corded telephone and typed in a number: 7789 (The phone relay number that would connect him directly to President Deikun's hideaway. "The 55th Panzer Wehrmacht ready and waiting. We will commence operation 'Smoke-The-Lefties' (A little joke the Head of RSHA decided to play in this battle) on your approval."

President Deikun is overjoyed to hear so many messages from other nations, he's glad that New Neo Zeon is receiving help in this matter. He would be glad to offer his services to any of these nations if they send any support for the assault on Zeppelin.
-Minister of Foreign Affairs

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Zeon Zum Deikun picked up his phone, "The 55th Panzer Wehrmacht ready and waiting. We will commence operation 'Smoke-The-Lefties' on your approval."

He nooded in satisfaction then replied, "Thank you, you are authorized to use as much force as possible, as long as you don't take out Zeppelin. The local military forces will give as much assistance as possible, they'll be under the command of General Yoshiyuki Tomino."

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Multiple tanks rolled into the streets of Zeppelin, soldiers were following closely behind, all armed with M4A1 assault rifles. To the side of all the activity, a large tent was being set up, from within, General Tomino stood giving orders as he surveyed the map of Zeppelin.

"We'll go up this road right here, and set up snipers on the buildings here, here, and here," he intructed, pointing his index finger at the locations.

"Sir, a call from President Deikun just came in. We're receiving help from multiple nations," a random soldier suddenly called out while saluting.

"Good," Tomino grunted in reply.

Zero Hour; Two Miles Outside of Zeppelin:
General Levstich back at BCHQ watched the radar screen, awaiting the perfect time to make his troops known. A small brigade of elite snipers held up in a four story building 500 meters into the city. Each sniper was armed with the normal issue XM-29 OICW but also a large, .50 caliber HK PSG-1 sniper rifle.
One of the snipers, Mark Kilpatrick, a veteran of battle, was the second lead sniper of his squad. He was the man who made the fable shot that took out the Muslim extremist Balou Al-Jakari in a seizing of unclaimed territory from 2.3 miles away with a modified scope and the very same rifle he held in his hands today. He, now too, had within the crosshairs of his gun 'Commander' Gregory Heinz, one of the few men who had any war expiernce in the terrorist militia. He, much like Mark, was at the Battle of Belavere. The battle took place on a now FC-Colony that was owned by a rouge faction from the de-facto Soviet Union five days after the construction of Der Auftrag (Now Fascist Confederacy). As Mark's mind drifted, the Commander had moved from his view point atop the tank to a bench several feet away. Herr Kilpatrich quickly relocated his sight as he glared down the defunct Communist. With his normal percision, he loaded the gun with its .50 caliber shell without even looking. The free-form barrel barely quivered as the bolt lock into place. With a soft utterence of the squads motto: Kill, Kill More, Kill For Me, refering to Der Fuhrer of 1940's Nazi Germany, their God. He squeezed the trigger. The bullet exited the barrel as a large mortor shell exploded four block away. The tank strolled off, leaving their Commander figuring he would be okay as they checked out the origin of the bomb. But little did they know, he was blasted through the already rotting bench into a wall behind it, his skull mere fragments imbeded into the brick.
With that, General Levsitch ordered the operation to begin. Roughly 5,000 men and 60 tanks ran and hovered into the city. Fire spewed from their OICW's as they killed any terrorist within range. The snipers covered them from above, and the Neu-Panzers began 'evacuating' the other tanks...

OOC: Post terrorist casualties.

With the sudden death of Heinz, many of the terrorists, became more alert, it was apparent snipers were in the area, but their location was unknown.

"Don't let any of their soldiers through, and keep an eyes out for those damned snipers!" a young man yelled, taking command, his name was Kyoden Frost, and he was dedicated to holding down this building. He led a team of snipers to a window, giving them strict orders to keep their eyes peeled for the enemies.

Then, he ran towards the area where the mortar had went off, it tore a hole in the second story wall of the building and had taken the lives of three soldiers. The damage wouldn't do much, but they'd have to fortify it to prevent anyone from climbing up, or having an easier time tossing a grenade in. He ordered a group of his soldiers to move some of the debris up to the exposed wall while a few others protected them, they were armed with M16 assault rifles.

A small Jet was circling the makeshift runway at Base camp. It had the insignia of the resquiden Government on it's side. A message came through to the commander's office:

Diplomatic corps from Resquide arriving with team of ten bodyguards, headed by Michel Lonette, requesting permission to land.

"Permission granted," a young airway controlman replied after getting the order from General Tomino.

Tomino slowly walked out of the tent, surveying the craft above, not many could be aboard that. Were other countries actually sending such few men? Proposterous! He grunted after seeing the craft land and finding himself to be right all along, ten men, that was the kind of help they had received.

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In the city, a small group of Zeonic soldiers ran down an alley way, on the roof above them was one of their snipers, they could hear gunshots fire, and a slight cheer of celebration, it seemed he had gotten one of their soldiers.

The men below continued moving, they were ordered to infiltrate the building and kill, if not capture, any terrorists within.

Another explosion rocked City Hall, the terrorists only grew angrier. A few soldiers armed with RPGs dashed over to the exposed wall, firing down at two tanks, totalling both armored vehicles.

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On the outskirts of the town, Tomino had finally received news of the terrorist progress, they had destroyed atleast five tanks, and killed nearly ten of New Neo Zeon's enlisted soldiers. Where was there help? He knew that Fascist Confederacy's forces were doing their best, Tomino had heard of their crack shot sniper who wiped out the terrorist leader with his first shot.

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The Zeonic soldiers who had just recently passed the sniper were now nearly a block away from City Hall, they checked their ammunition, they weren't going to storm in unprepared.

OOC: omg so sorry, I lost this thread completely :P

Michel Lonette walked through the doors, looking slightly rumpled but collected.

"Sorry for the delay," he said, "My governemnt also sends official apologies that we could not spare more men, but we have more of a police force than an army at the moment. Please fill me in on neogiation attempts so far. Have the terrorists requested anything?"

ooc: bumpety bump bump. Is anything going to happen or can I bring poor Michel out of Limbo?

Okay, last chance. If this thread isn't going anywhere I'm bloody well giving Michy something useful to do.

ooc: fine then.

ic: Michel's radio suddenly started beeping. He swore and answered it.

"What? I'm in the middle of- ... you what? When? Why does no-one tell me these things? So what does this have to do with ... oh. Right. So, our new defense minister doesn't want anything associated with "ol' Loony" hanging around, eh? So we just leave these people to kick the terorists out on their own, do we? ... Fine then. I'll be there in six hours."

He viciously stabbed the off button and yelled orders for his men to pack up everything and put it back on the plain. Then he radio'd the neo new Zeon base. "Sorry, sir, and emergency's come up at home. ... Well, not as such. Actually we've had a bit of a rustle-up in the chain of command and the new guy doesn't think we're doing any good here. ... Yeah, you're probably right. Well, so long then."

With that he got on the plane and fumed all the way home.