Royalist Forces plead for aid from International Community [Archive]

Haejong

30-09-2004, 02:24

Seilaan News Network...Breaking News!

Political Correspondent Ayli Hanwa:

"At 6:00 this afternoon, President Lai Haara authorized military action in the troubled region of Dyelli Beybi, the first time our nation's military has prepared to leave the borders of our free land. The executive action, signed by Haara and two of the Air Force's three admirals, orders an airdrop of basic food and medical supplies to rebels in the port city of Fiord Harbour by a lightly escorted transport division. Civilians who wish to emigrate to Haejong will also be accepted onto the transports for the return journey as refugees. President Haara explained, "Our great nation is not in the business of liberating the oppressed. But when a brave few step up to reach for a better life, it is a crime not to support them." Haejong foreign minister Nagja Eitano also reported that there are no plans to introduce Haejong armed forces into the region.

"Dyelli Beybi has become significant to Haejong history as the first foreign conflict we have entered. The Tzarist rebellion against the communist regime has made news in the rest of the world, and this new action on our government's part may incite anti-Communist feeling in our population.
In other news..."

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Eight cargo transports loaded with nonperishable food and medical supplies have left Haejong airspace at 2:00 AM Dyelli Beybi-time. They are escorted by five A-10's, lightly armed. The projected flight route will allow entry into Fiord Harbour airspace by crossing the harbor, potentially without flying over other land in Dyelli Beybi.

Dyelli Beybi

30-09-2004, 02:30

Tdas

30-09-2004, 02:30

Tdas Daily news

"Today Tdas forces left to help fight the evil that is communsim. Tdas has sent its newly aquired Freedom Class Aircraft carrier which intends to launch naplam and biological attacks on the communist scurge.

The leader of Tdas mr mowaldi said that the troop deployment would stablise the region which will indirectly help us."

Generic empire

30-09-2004, 02:36

transmitting...
encrypting...

Official Imperial Communique
2X VC Encryption

To: Tzarist Rebellion high Command
From: Chancellor Avidius Cassius

The Empire has heard your cry of distress, and has decided to take action against the Communist evil that is plaguing your nation. Generia shall mobilize three divisions of the Imperial Praetorian Black Guard to come to your aid. Hang in there. Help is coming.

Chancellor Avidius Cassius

terminating...

((OOC: The Black Guard is the Generian black ops special forces division. They are the best of the best, and most of the ranks are gleened from the masses of psycho and sociopaths that so plague our armed forces.))

Neo Tyr

30-09-2004, 02:37

The Gaurdian of the Princess, Richard Levbo, read the report and sighed. "Damnit! That stupid girl! Doesn’t she know she's not to speak out... International affairs... Ugh..." He slid in his chair. He looked out over the vast city of Kirall from the Government Building and told his secretary to compose a repose...

To regime Tzar George VIII,

Neo Tyr will help in any way, within reason, to end the Communist threat and preserve the Monarchy. The Senate is currently discussing an import bill on the limits of slavery, however increased military forces are next on the agenda,

Julia Farinway,
Secretary to Princess Marimeta Cicily Llamanian.

Anagonia

30-09-2004, 02:38

The following Units will be deployed/are en-route to gather Intelligence off the coast of Dyelli Beybi

(Aircraft Carriers)
4x CV-9 ESSEX Class
(Battleships)
8x BB-61 Iowa Class
(Battle Cruisers)
5x Project 68 Sverdlov Class

(Submarines)
Ballistic Missile Submarine
4x 677BDRM Dolphin DELTA IV
2X 941 TYPHOON
2x SSBN-726 Ohio Class
Cruise Missile Submarine
4x SSN-688 Los Angeles Class
8x SSN-671 Narwhal Class
Nuclear
10x Project 971 Shuka-B Akula Class Attack Submarine
8x SSN-594 Permit Class Attack Submarine

These forces will remain in Neutral stance until further notice

Hallad

30-09-2004, 02:39

The Federation finds it sad to see so many nations so willing to declare war on Dyelli Beybi for seemingly no reason. They have not provoked you, so why fight them?

The Commissariat of Diplomacy
The Socialist Federation of Hallad

Haejong

30-09-2004, 02:43

(OOC: Seeing how action-packed this is... I'll just speed up the old time a little bit.)

The Haejong air detachment has arrived at Fiord Harbour, without and trouble. Radio contact has been attempted with rebel leaders, but no response. As a result, the small air group has been circling over the city harbor and parts of the coastal neighborhoods.

Air Force captain Roen Junkori is starting to lose patience with the flight leader's failure to establish contact, when a warning light ignites. A large, coordinated salvo of what Haejong Air Command has now assumed to be Stinger surface-to-air missiles has struck the flight group, instantly destroying one of the five A-10's and three of the cargo carriers, and damaging all other craft but two A-10's, which returned to Seilaan to report the incident. Two of the cargo carriers and one of the A-10's have crashed into city streets, no survivors. The fifth A-10 and the remaining transports have crashed into the harbor waters, the survivors are few but have not been counted yet. All supplies lost. No major press release from the Haejong government yet.

Anagonia

30-09-2004, 02:45

The following Air Units will be put on stand-by within the borders of the Allied Republics of Anagonia until further notice

(Air Superiority Fighter)
80x F-22 Raptor
55x Su-27 FLANKER (SUKHOI)
(Fighter)
200x AV-8B Harrier
150x F-5A Freedom Fighter
(Bomber)
80x B-1B Lancer
(Attack)
50x A-4M Skyhawk
40x F-117A Nighthawk
40x F-111E
(Fighter/Interceptor)
180x F-4G Advanced Wild Weasel
(Fighter/Bomber)
135x F-86H Sabre
120x F-104 Starfighter
240x F-4 Phantom II
(Multi-Purpose)
170x F-16D Fighting Falcon
170x F-15E Strike Eagle
120x F/A-18 Hornet
120x A-7 Corsair II
(Support)
100x A-10 Thunderbolt II
85x Su-25BM FROGFOOT Grach (Rook)
(Helicopters)
-Attack-
150x AH-64A Apache
80x AH-64D Longbow Apache
80x AH-1F Super Cobra
40x Mi-28N HAVOC
50x Mi-24V HIND E
-Multi-Purpose-
50x RAH-66 Comanche
-Utility/Support/Transport-
400x UH-1D Huey Helicopter
200x V-22 Osprey

Dyelli Beybi

30-09-2004, 02:50

Anagonia

30-09-2004, 02:56

Already beneath the waters of Dyelli Beybi the Submarine Task Force had entered territorial waters. They had previously been on patrol elsewhere, and were the closest to the situation to be called.

Immedietly the Typhoon Class Ballistic Missile Submarine ASS Behemoth had surfaced with all weapons offline, or to a neutral status, as three Akula's surfaced beside and near her and began sweeping the area to gather vital information.

Tdas

30-09-2004, 02:56

Anagonia

30-09-2004, 02:58

OOC:

I severly doubt you could have Nuclear Weapons at your Nations age. However, if it is allowed Anagonia will launch Seven Hydrogen Warheads and Five Nuclear Missiles to destroy your nation, with extreme prejudice to your genecidol intentions.

Jiggady

30-09-2004, 03:04

ooc: hmmmm will keep an eye open....make that both eyes

Neo Tyr

30-09-2004, 03:04

Captain Lance Vassal or the transport ship "Londenium" saw the Communist fleet on the radar. "Dear lord..." He muttered. No one forsaw this. This was the first time in centuries the millitary was mobilized, and they sure as hell did not wish to die here. "Johnson. Plot a course to bypass their fleet and enter harbor. Don't get caught."

"Aye, skipper." He helmsman said. The flags on the ship were changed, siginaling the rest of the transports to choose a new route.

Tdas

30-09-2004, 03:05

Indeed the fact that Tdas has such large amounts of uranium allowed us to develop a nuclear program very fast.

I'm sorry if our nation has offended your nation in anyway perhaps we could come to a peaceful agreement rather than commit to further blood shed.

We did not want to use our nuclear weapons and had no intentions but we decided a premptive nuclear strike was the only way to stop them from launching an full blown military attack on our small nation.

Our nation relys heavily on nuclear technology to compensate for our small defense force.

Anagonia

30-09-2004, 03:08

OOC:

Well, Tdas, if the Thread-Starter, Deylli, allows this move I can't hold back the actual outcome of what THEY could do to you. For even attacking cities only kills innocents.

Dude, just a note, IF ITS ALLOWED you will have a HUGE amount of Nations breathing down your throat.

Tdas

30-09-2004, 03:10

May I remind you that Tdas is a nuclear nation and any attack that you launch on us will be met in kind.

Tdas

30-09-2004, 03:28

Look :)

How about you put away your nukes i'll put away my nukes and we will call it a day. The last thing I want is to take a chunk of of your population and visa versa.

So shall we talk truse or do you wish to continue along the dark path to a nuclear war.

Lets face it communism is evil and the world is better off with out it.

Jiggady

30-09-2004, 03:39

The Dyelli Beybian Admiralty recieved the threat of Biological Warfare with predictable outrage, the Communist Government was very keep on the Geneva Convention. Immeditely, an interception fleet set sail from Saint Guineford's, the country's main naval base.

It was headed by the Super Heavy Battleship, "Lord Fisher" and "Marshall Suvorov" Hybrid Super Carrier Battleship, along with the Battlecruisers "Goeben" and "Archer". A further 6 smaller Battlecruisers, 2 Pocket Battleships, 4 Armoured Cruisers, 4 Protected Cruisers and a single destroyer escort made up the fleet. The goal was simple. Blow the Tdas aircraft carrier out of the water.

"Today is a dark day in Tdas history our freedom class aircraft carrier recived massive dammage and is now back in port reciving repairs. I have just come out of a meeting with the war cabnet and we have decided a nuclear stike is the best way for a small nation to retaliate. So as of 1 hour ago we launched a nuclear missile into every large population centre of the communist scurge."

ooc: just a side note, Dyelli never said that he attacked you, all that was stated was that they were activating with 'intention' to sink your ships. Until he does attack your ship hasnt been damaged, you havent sent a nuclear attack (which doing so would be the biggest mistake your small new nation could make).

The retalliation of every nation in the FKC would be unimaginable for a nuclear first strike, by which you would not only be killing the said communist scurge but also some of the people you would be going to support.

just want to try and clear up some waters.........on with the rp

Tdas

30-09-2004, 03:59

They were sending forces to attack me thats entirly sound grounds for a pre-emptive strike.

Haejong

30-09-2004, 05:17

Scraggopolis

30-09-2004, 05:42

scraggopolis, being a staunch believer in using their nuclear arsenal to full effect, has decided to back tdas on the grounds that a pre-emptive strike of protection is reasonable in regards to possible invasion by communist forces.

New Shiron

30-09-2004, 06:20

The Kingdom of New Shiron is willing to send to Dyelli Byebi the following assistance:

The Hospital Ship "Charity"
a mobile army hospital (from the National Guard)
several hundred tons of medical supplies
and is willing to provide air ambulance service to hospitals in our nation

however, due to a serious humanitarian crisis in our region, we are unable to send more aid

We ask that all nations refrain from firing upon our forces, as they are intended to assist the sick and wounded, not fight.

If the nuclear crisis threatening this region comes to a bad conclusion, then the government of New Shiron is willing to send 40 million body bags to the nations involved. You will most likely need those, as well as 10 million geiger counters and several million pairs of sunglasses for those who are flash blinded by the results of such actions.

Vastiva

30-09-2004, 06:38

From: Cheka HQ, Bejia House, Cyro (OOC: Dyelli Beybi's Capital)
To: The Socialist Federation of Hallad
Subject: Tzarist Insurrection
At this moment the Tzarist rebel movement is insignificant, and is unlikely to garner any particular popular support, except perhaps in East Bejian Provinces, where the rebellion is currently taking place. Also at this point we do not feel International support for the movement is sufficient to seriously threaten centrasl Government. We thank Hallad for it's support, but at this point feel the problem is well under control.

To Cheka HQ, Bejia House, Cyro

Given your government's kind acceptance and aid in our research operations, Vastiva has frozen some 38 million USD in accounts which our HSI operatives traced to your rebel factions. Investigations are ongoing.

Do inform us if our nation can be of further service.

Kidane Alemachu
Vizier, Trade and Contracts
Humble Servant of His Magnificence, the Sultan of Vastiva

Dyelli Beybi

30-09-2004, 13:12

"Today is a dark day in Tdas history our freedom class aircraft carrier recived massive dammage and is now back in port reciving repairs. I have just come out of a meeting with the war cabnet and we have decided a nuclear stike is the best way for a small nation to retaliate. So as of 1 hour ago we launched a nuclear missile into every large population centre of the communist scurge."

(OOC) I'm just going to ignore this. It's very poor RP. Same goes for you Scraggopolis. It is not usual when backing a faction in a civil war and coming under attack from the ohter faction to try to destroy the whole country. If you were to try a stupid move like that you'd have as many nuclear weapons fired back at you as you have population (slight hyperbole, but you get the picture).

I'll also point out that it is common NS OOC doctrine that no Nation under 1 week old is allowed nuclear weapons.

I do not mind nuclear weapons if RPed properly.

Tdas

30-09-2004, 14:09

UN international news

The leader of Tdas has made a frank apology to the international community because of his recent actions which saw millions of people to be killed, lets listen in.

"The government is extreamly saddend by our recent poor judgement which lead to millions of people being killed a whole nation praticaly destroyed. Its just....... We just bought the aircraft carrier and...... we were kinda over protective of it. I guess we went a little overboard with the whole genocide thing. But its a really top ship.

So we must applogise and just hope that the international community can forgive us."

Dyelli Beybi

30-09-2004, 14:11

A-10's have arrived back at Seilaan City, Haejong. Press release to commence shortly.

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Press Release from the Haejong Ministry of Defense, Air Force Division
Spokesman: Colonel Resho Talman

"The Ministry of Defense wishes to report that yesterday at 1130 Dyelli Beybi time, 11 of the 13 craft sent to aid the countercommunist rebel movement were fired upon and destroyed by several coordinated Stinger handheld surface-to-air missiles. Of the aircraft that have crash-landed, we have not made contact with the survivors, if there are any. The military will avenge this cowardly attack on this peaceful mission."

He takes a deep breath.

"Extensive comparison of the two returning A-10 crews' testimonies and a map of the Fiord Harbour area show...
...that the missiles came from rebel-controlled neighborhoods."

"The government of Haejong retracts its support of the Tzarist rebels until more information is revealed. I will not be taking any questions at this time."

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A letter arrives at the desk of Dyelli Beybian foreign minister's desk:

"I am interested in meeting with you concerning the rebellion in Fiord Harbour, to sort things out about this situation. I am willing to meet with you in either Dyelli Beybi or Haejong, whichever suits you more. Haejong has much to offer... we would not want to make another mistake in Dyelli.

-General Ram K. Jyoza
Chief of Military Diplomacy
Haejong Army Command
Seilaan City, Haejong

The reports arrived simultaneously on the desks of Felix Dzerzhinsky, head of the Cheka and Lord White. The First had had it forwarded from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, apparently the Minister was too drunk to see to his duties at the moment, the second had recieved it via the mole.

Dzerzhinsky was concenred by the report. The rebels seemed stronger than he had at first been led to believe...

White on the other hand was infuriated. "Stingers?" he demanded angrily of the messenger, "Where the hell did those appear from? I want you to go out there and find out if any planes are crashed, and then I want you to find out why."

"Yes M'Lord!" the man had no uniform apart from a blue and yellow striped armband. He hurried off to do the Lord's bidding.

White now rounded on his secretary, another man with the striped armband, "And I suppose the radios still aren't working."

The man shook his head, to recieve signals from the informant they had had to rig a transmitter up in the Northern suburbs, an area that had Government snipers in it, "No M'Lord, but I can tell why now.... it's that ship in the harbour. The 'Gull'. It's one of those Destroyer Escorts, Corvettes whatever you prefers, they use them to trash electronics. That thing is jam packed with electronic warfare equipment. It uses an engine that runs nearly the length of the ship just to power all the gagets, it has a seperate one to move with."

White glared out the window. There, in the middle of the harbour was parked one of the Kriegsmarine's Destroyer Escorts, it didn't seem to be doing anything, but electrical signals were scramlbed and some machines had broken down entirely. The worst thing was, there wasn't anything White could do about it. He wouldn't be surprised if that thing hadn't had something to do with planes going down.

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To: General Ram K. Jyoza
CC: All other concerned Nations
From: Cheka HQ, Benjia House, Cyro
Subject: Insurection

While Dyelli Beybi is grateful for the support from all Nations that have offered it, we will be unlikely to need aid from the outside world. In truth the insurrection would be long over by now, were it not for a communication breakdown among Government branches, meaning the Military has been very slow to react. Two Panzergrenadier Divisions are being sent to the area and are expected to be in a position to begin clearing out the city within the week. Rest assured a propper inquiry into any foreign equipment losses in the area will be undertaken.

Cyro airport has remained open to the usual civilian traffic, and any flight bearing diplomatic persons will be welcome. We request some warning though so that proper accomodation may be seen to.

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To: General Ram K. Jyoza
From: Lord White, Advisor to the Tzar
Subject: Downed Aircraft

We wish to assure Haejong, that no orders were given for any aircraft to be fired upon. There has been a Communications breakdown due to use of electronic warfare equipment by Socialist forces. The likely reason for any crashes is the D.B.P.S. Gull currently in the harbour. This class of ship has been known to cause failure in onboard navigation equipment.

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Meanwhile at Sea

Konteradmiral Ewing was in Command of the Fleet that had put to Sea. He was perplexed why the Grossadmiral had not put more ships to Sea, bu he supposed he had his reasons,

"Sir!" a Sailor saluted, "We have enemy ships on radar, shall we move to engage."

Ewing shook his head, "Negative. We'll move to bottle them up in harbour. HQ wants to minimise foreign casualties. Send word to the Gull, tell her to pull out of where she is and return to Christchurch on the other side of the straights. Also send word to the Grossadmiral, we suggest he puts the scout cruisers to Sea to cover the Eastern rcoast down by Saint Guinefords."

"Aye aye Sir!"

Vrak

30-09-2004, 15:03

Intel post #10 – Vrakian Corridor

The various transmissions coming out of Dyelli Beybi once again caused the southern HORDE military district to upgrade their alert status. A preliminary report was sent to the Privy Council while various bombers and fighters began loading anti-ship missiles. The units within Dyelli Beybi itself instituted lock-down measures and orders to fire upon any enemy (non-FKC) ship, aircraft, or troops at will that targets them first. In other words, defensive fire is the order of the day…for now

Naval asssets however, were not be be used here since they were undergoing sustantial revision. Any stray Guardian fleets would either be holed up at Jiggady, Monte Ozarka, or near the Squall Platform.

Far overhead, satellites began to track interloper movements while 5 A-50 Mainstays screamed out of their base in the corridor itself, bearing south.

OOC: May need a map and an OOC thread for this. I’ll post some numbers shortly as to what I exactly have left in Dyelli Beybi itself. As well, since DB and myself do share a land border, it’s only natural that we would do something.

Ilek-Vaad

30-09-2004, 16:07

The Minister of Foreign Affairs went through weekly reports on the activities of pesky foreigners, when for the second time in as many weeks a brief on Dyelli Byebi showed up, he raised an eyebrow "More Genocide, Mera?"

His assistant shook her head "No sir, Tsarist rebellion this time. They're attempting to overthrow the Communist regime."

He chuckled "Not that I can blame them, but trading communism for monarchy is like trading a bucket of sand for a bucket of wet sand."

His assistant looked quizzical

"By that I mean pointless."

He paused to pen a short dispatch on the matter.

To: Our Friends in the Federated Klatchian Coast and Nations involved
From: Minister of Foreign Affairs, Ilek-Vaad

We have taken note of the 'insurgency' in the state of Dyelli Byebi and have taken note of the 'Tsar's' request for international aide. The Free Republic considers this matter to be a purely internal affair within the Federated Klatchian Coast and the sovereign states contained therein. We would strongly disapprove of outside interference with internal Dyellian affairs and infringements upon their sovereignty.

The Free Republic will not intervene one way or the other as that would be an infringement upon Dyellian sovreignty. We would also urge other nations to do the same and allow this internal matter to remain internal and not spark an international conflict.

Minister of Foreign Affairs, Ilek-Vaad

New Shiron

30-09-2004, 17:28

The Kingdom of New Shiron is withdrawing its proposal to send a hospital ship and medical support to the nation of Dyelli Beybi

secret (sent by covert agents)
To the Tzarist rebels, we are willing to provide limited assistance in the form of anti tank rockets and missiles, portable anti aircraft missiles and small arms ammunition. Such materials as are requested can by brought in via special operations aircraft (air drops at night) or by smuggling (freighters unloaded in international waters by small boats which then bring them in quickly at night)

if your struggles are able to secure a port or major airfield, then additional assistance can be provided.

we wish you luck

to the government of Dyelli Beybi (diplomatic note)
The Kingdom of New Shiron expects your forces to obey the laws of wars and to treat those captured under arms as prisoners of war. It is also expected that you will follow the UN resolutions concerning the treatment of the citizens of your country, even if they seek to change its government or leave it.

Neo Tyr

30-09-2004, 23:51

The fleet arrived in port without a scrach. Lance Vassal couldn't help a sigh of relief. Why did Neo Tyr have to get in a real conflict the very week he was promoted to Fleet Commander? He gave the signal for the soilders and mobile weapons to leave the ships and meet up with the leader of the rebellion...

Vrak

01-10-2004, 02:15

To: Our Friends in the Federated Klatchian Coast and Nations involved
From: Minister of Foreign Affairs, Ilek-Vaad

We have taken note of the 'insurgency' in the state of Dyelli Byebi and have taken note of the 'Tsar's' request for international aide. The Free Republic considers this matter to be a purely internal affair within the Federated Klatchian Coast and the sovereign states contained therein. We would strongly disapprove of outside interference with internal Dyellian affairs and infringements upon their sovereignty.

The Free Republic will not intervene one way or the other as that would be an infringement upon Dyellian sovreignty. We would also urge other nations to do the same and allow this internal matter to remain internal and not spark an international conflict.

Minister of Foreign Affairs, Ilek-Vaad

To: Minister of Foreign Affairs, Ilek Vaad
From: Vrak Diplomatic Corps

We thank the nation of Ilek-Vaad for their political support and for providing wisdom for the rest of the nations external to the Klatch.

OOC: The OOC thread that Dyelli Beybi made is here (http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=361718)

Haejong

01-10-2004, 02:25

Roen Junkori climbs up on to a pier in the harbor of Fiord. Bloody and battered, he strains to life himself on to the port city's boardwalk, and after a few minutes, begins limping down the row looking for a place to rest and assess his situation. He winces with each step as he feels his broken ribs and the leg that might be fractured shift and crackle.

The last few seconds before his A-10's crash into the harbor waters are brief but burned into his memory. A light ignites, one that he had only seen in the simulations, the light that prompts a quick decision between life and death: Incoming Missile Alarm. He only has time to scream into the radio, "GET OUT!!!" before the rocket strikes his aircraft's midsection, tearing the fuselage into ribbons. He instinctively yanks the ejection lever, catapulting his seat into the blue sky. His parachute does not engage until he has plunged into the frigid water, and he is dragged down into the harbor depths, fighting his safety restraints. He manages to free himself, then rises to break the water's surface, only to watch the burning wrecks of the detactment's other planes streak down into the water next to him, some into the town. He is carried by the impacts' waves into the sharp rocks underneath the pier, and as the waves die down, he drags himself across the rocky beach to a place where he can climb up to the boardwalk...

Roen Junkori hobbles into an alleyway, pulling his dogtag over his head and sticking it into his only unripped pocket. He sits down next to the door of some kind of hole-in-the-wall cafe, forcing his eyes to remain somewhat open, resting. It is not long, however, until he hears the sound of machine-gun fire in the nearby street...

(OOC: Dyelli when you're ready to RP the rebels...)

Macisikan

01-10-2004, 02:29

*TAG*
IC:
You are watching MNB News

"... no further developments as of yet.

Trouble continues to brew in Dyelli Beybi, as more nations have declared support for the self-styled "Tsar" George VII and his general, Lord White, while others have declared support for the Communist government.

His Imperial Majesty's Government has reaffirmed its formal declaration of neutrality in this conflict. Our government has also confirmed that it continues to recognise the Communist regime as the sole legitimate and established government of Dyelli Beybi.

When questioned as to why we would refuse aid to the Tsarists, the External Affairs Minister is reported to have replied "I am afraid that we are not responsible for the stupidity of other people."

Popular sentiment appears to echo the External Affairs Minister's comments.

A spokesman has confirmed that His Imperial Majesty's Government is prepared to send humanitarian aid to Dyelli Beybi, if the Dyellian (?) government requests it.

A major hurricane is sweeping south..."

Dyelli Beybi

01-10-2004, 13:18

OOC: Thanks for putting up the OOC thread Vrak, the forum ate my earlier post...

For those of you involved in the elf threads. This is supposed to take place roughly a month after them.

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Dzerzhinsky was meeting today with Eamon Collins, the High Chancellor of Dyelli Beybi. Collins had flown into one of his towering rages when he'd read the message from New Shiron, "Who the hell do they think they are to preach to us about the Geneva convention? Only time we've ever broken it is when we're zapping elves in the Gonad."

Felix remained quiet, allowing the Nation's leader to vent his frustration, "And why hasn't this rebellion been ended yet, I know your plan Felix, you wanted to lure the Drakonian Imperium into declaring war, but it hasn't worked."

"No" Felix shook his head, "But other Nations have become involved. We have found enemies we never knew we had."

The Chancellor nodded, "You're right. But this whole business ends now, you understand?"

The Senior Commisaar nodded, but didn't look like he entirely agreed, "We have a problem...I'm sure you're aware we didn't find out about this rebellion until it was already underway."

The High Chancellor nodded.

"Well, the thing is, I was at the MOD today and there were reports from Squeegleton from Commisaars complaining that Cyro ignored their warnings of a rebellion being orchestrated."

Collins's eyebrows shot up, "What?"

"I never got any reports." Felix explained.

"Mole." Collins concluded.

Felix nodded, "I'm sending one of my most trusted agents into Fiord Harbour."

The Commisaar passed a manilla folder to Collins. He opened it, and gave a short bark of laughter, "Her? Isn't she still in hospital?"

"Got out last week. She's still not at the peak of health, but desperate times call for desperate measures, and her files are so heavily classified 95% of agents don't even know she exists."

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secret (sent by covert agents)
To the Tzarist rebels, we are willing to provide limited assistance in the form of anti tank rockets and missiles, portable anti aircraft missiles and small arms ammunition. Such materials as are requested can by brought in via special operations aircraft (air drops at night) or by smuggling (freighters unloaded in international waters by small boats which then bring them in quickly at night)

if your struggles are able to secure a port or major airfield, then additional assistance can be provided.

we wish you luck

To: The Government of New Shiron
From: Lord White, Aid to Tzar George VIII
Subject: Aid
We control Dyelli Beybi's second largest Sea port. The facilities at Fiord Harbour are second only to Saint Guinefords, however the cordon is tightening around our position. Reports from our insider indicate there are now Scout Cruiser squadrons off the coast, and the cordon of troops around the city is tight. There are also mobile SAM sites in the vicinity. We suspect any attempt to move arms to our faction will need to be done by forcing a passage through the Government cordon.

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Squeegleton
Squeegleton was a Benjian 'tortoise' designed to resist blasts from nearby nuclear weapons. Basically it was a giant concrete shell with the city held within it. It was more or less a twelve storey building with chimneys
and roof gardens decorating the top. A series of outbuildings surrounded the docks, which were now busy with troops. Two Divisions of Panzer Grenadiers (the 11th and 18th) had arrived backed up by helicopter units and heavy tank units. They had been ordered to stay put however, which had caused some consternation among the troops.

Across the waters in Christchurch, another Division, this time the 54th Armour, were also waiting.

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Fiord Harbour
Lord White had come down to the harbour to greet whoever was in charge of the Neo Tyr troops, "May I suggest you disembark quickly." he called to someone who looked like a Senior Officer, "The Communist dogs have launched an attack from the West. At the moment it looks like we'll be seeing them within the hour."

White was not a tall man, although he was relatively slender with olive skin and dark hair and eyes. He and about half the Tzarists around the docks were clearly caucasian, although a few looked like Malays. If anyone were to ask they'd be told they were "Benjians", while the whites were the "Dyellians".

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Indeed White was correct, a fairly major thrust was being orchestrated coming in from the West, sweeping around the Northwards pointing bay. The Tzarist rebels fought for their lives in the alleys and warehouses, but were hopelessly outclassed. They were outarmed, outnumbered and had had no training, in comparisson to their highly trained adversaries.

It was of course this that Junkori had heard. The rebel troops didn't have a machine gun between them. Of course the cafe was completely deserted, civilians in this part of the world were familiar with war, and knew full-well the best way to keep from getting shot was to keep out of the way.

Moments later and a soldier in what seemed to be some kind of heavy body armour was pointing an assault rifle at him from the window of a nearby building, "On your feet Tzarist pig!" the man taunted.

It was Junkori's first sight of a Dyellian. The man looked, if anything, like a Malay but spoke with an accent that could only be described as 'German'.

Moments later the street was filled with them, several pointed guns at Jonkori, but most were scanning for someone armed. "Ok, I think this is far enough." one man who seemed to be an officer declared.

He was standing with a woman in civilian dress, although she was Caucasian and stood out among the soldiers like a sore thumb. She looked no older than twenty, slenderly built with raven black hair, "Thank you Captain." she spoke with the same accent though.

The Captain saluted, "Any time Commisaar."

She flashed him a brief smile then hurried off into the maze of alleyways that seemed to make this city. The Officer watched her depart for a moment, then turned around, "Right, you lot, you all know what's coming now, and I'm sure you don't want to get caught in it." his dark eyes fixed on Jonkori, "And move that one along. If he tries to make a break, kill him."

Whatever the purpose of the attack, the Government forces were retreating again.

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Neo Tyr radars would now be picking up somewhere under 300 signals from aircraft, bearing down fast on the harbour...

New Shiron

01-10-2004, 18:07

To Lord White, Advisor to the Tzar
From Defense Minister Matt Ridgeway of the Kingdom of New Shiron

We intend to keep our assistance as covert as possible at this time. Nevertheless, we intend to assist you. For the short term, our freighters will remain in international waters (at least 20 miles out) and will ferry in supplies (principally small arms, ammunition, portable anti tank missiles and portable anti aircraft missiles) by fast boats and light hovercraft at night.

However, the Scout cruisers will have to be dealt with so our navy is deploying a SSN (Los Angeles II/Akula II type) and 2 SSK (Golf/latest German version types). These boats have the following missions. The SSN will be laying 100 mines (seabed programable type that respond to specific signatures created by the sound of the screws of specific vessels... going for anything destroyer size and up, these are REALLY hard to sweep.... OOC In the real world, two of these crippled a US Aegis Cruiser and LPH during the 1991 Gulf War). These mines will be laid as close as possible to the principal entrances to the government naval base at Saint Guinefords (OOC.. this is doable, USS SSNs of this type actually snuck in VERY close to principal Soviet bases during the Cold War.... see the book Blind Mans Bluff)

The two SSKs intend to move into waters near your principal harbor, and will torpedo warships that attempt to intercept our supply craft.

In both cases, our Navy is attempting mission kills (damage the ships without sinking them if possible) as it is not our intent to trigger open war as of yet.

In addition to our naval activities, Royal Navy EW recon aircraft will be probing government forces AD and radar defenses in an attempt to map them. Once mapped, further measures will be taken to neutralize them as appropriate.

Our small boat crews are hired mercenaries for the most part, and will not have ID. They are being told that they have been hired by YOUR government. With the first shipments of arms will be a small number of advisors who will provide training services only. These are employees of the Regina Arms company, and they too believe that they have been hired by your government.

New Shiron

01-10-2004, 18:14

To the government of Dyelli Beybi
From the government of New Shiron

Once again, the Kingdom of New Shiron is insisting that the Tzarist Rebels in your country be treated as combantants under the relevent sections of the UN Charter and specific resolutions. That means we insist that they be treated under the rules of war as POWs when (or if) taken. We are insisting that the rebels honor the same rules.

To monitor this, aircraft of our Royal Navy will be flying over international waters but within a few miles of your coast. These survillience aircraft are equipped with equipment needed to verify that the situation is being handled under the proper rules of war. No information will be provided to the rebels.

Alcona and Hubris

01-10-2004, 19:00

Offical Announcement of
The Federal Government of
the Federated Klatchian Coast
(Please Read OOC note)

The Federal Government has authorized that any international individuals found attempting to influence the natural governmental processes of the State of Dyelli Beybi will be charged with crimes against the Federation and be delt with accoridingly. If convicted, any individual will face the same fate as any illegal invaders, they shall be drawn and quartered and their remains shall be used for dog food.

Please be aware that the Privy Council has ordered JDF torpedo boat squadrons 22 and 18 to patrol the waters around Fiord Harbour for any foreign vessels. If any ship or aircraft is found to be interfering in this internal matter, JDF forces have been authrorized to use deadly force.

Yr Widdfa

01-10-2004, 20:20

OOC: Man, look what I miss in one day.

IC: After a long debate among the Grand Duke's council, it has been decided that we will concede Hallad's point that this would indeed be an invasion of a sovereign nation. Therefore we must withdraw our previous troops.

Secret IC: Of course, we're still sending arms and ammunition to the Tzarists. Unfortunately, the political scene prevents us from intervening officially.

Neo Tyr

01-10-2004, 22:46

Vassal nodded to White and barked orders to the troops to head west. They seemed disapointed; and they seemed ready more for tourism than combat This was, to almost all of them, their first time out of Neo Tyr. Vassal sighed and turned to his aid. "Where is the Renown and the Chestnut?" He said quickly. "I thought they were to give us support?"

Vassal's aid shook his head. "We're not sure. They should be here by now, but we should send out the troops nevertheless."

Vassal pondered, and nodded. "Right. Send 'em up," he said, "Get the Bradleys up there too, but hold the Spills back, we can't use those in the city." Vassal said, looking out at the sea...

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Grant Dart was aboard the HMS Mariana, one of the few aircraft carriers in the Neo Tyrinian navy. He was already frusterated that the battleships were stalled up north, and when a bridge operator called his name, it didn't help. "Cap'n Dart! Look here!"

Dart was a bitter man, and grumbled over to the operator. "This'd better be- What in the hell!?" He cried out.

The operator was frantic. "Sir! There are hundreds of planes heading towards our troops!"

Dart swore for a few moments. "Fine! Scramble the Tornados! Hurry, damn it!"

The operator nodded and gave permission to launch the 50 Tornado IDS on board to intercept the Communist forces. Although inexpirenced, the pilots were well trained, as the airforce was the pride of Neo Tyr...

Anagonia

01-10-2004, 23:27

New Shiron

02-10-2004, 00:32

radio message from a New Shironian Tu95 to unknown battleship force (ooc... directed at Anagonia's task force)

"this Captain Niles Davenport calling to commander of unknown task group. We are overflying the area and will be overhead shortly in route to waters near Dyelli Beybi. Our mission is to monitor events in that country to observe any possible warcrimes.

What are you intentions? Please respond."

Alcona and Hubris

02-10-2004, 04:03

Five BB-61 Iowa Class Fast Battleships had been ordered into the Territorial Waters of Dyelli Beybi to assist its government in this time of Civil War. There was one CV-9 ESSEX Class Attack Carrier and one Modified 677BDRM Dolphin DELTA IV made for Marine-Deployment purposes.

Message from the ABB-01 Independence

This is Admiral Stagon Valonci to any Dyelli Beybi forces:

A task force from the Allied Republics of Anagonia has been ordered to stand-by in your waters to provide any assistance possible in your Nations time of need.

Thank You.

The Privy Council of the FKC

The buzz cut through the cabin like a knife.

"M'lady....we have reports of an enemy fleet approaching Deyllbian Waters, based on speed and course they will cross into the outer mine feilds in approximatly thirty minutes. It appears to be a taskforce of five Iowa class battleships and an Essex."
The veiw screen showed satilite images of the groud

"Are they a recogonized ally of the Federation or Deylli Beybi?"
The woman now pushing herself up from the bed asked. Red hair spilled down the Landgravine's face. She swept it out of the veiw of her blue green eyes studing the situation. Landgravine Hubris, Overal Military Commander of the Joint Defense Force and Outer Consul of the Federation.

"No, we have no reports of any formal arangements between them...they appear to have surfaced two submarines into the area and presently have some intresting force deployments watching the situation. This nation has declared neutrality."

"They aren't neutral when they enter Klatchian waters without permission, as far as ICall the Chancellor of D.B. immediatly, I want to know if they are allies...and call the Alconain Naval Ministry. Third Fleet is on it's way back from war games. They should be ready to deal with this imposer immediatly..." And scramble all

"Yes, Landgravine..."

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Emergency Transmission to Cyro
Privy Council of the Federation
Subject: Five Battleships and a Carrier are crossing into Deyllian Waters. Are these your allies? If not we will consider their forces hostile.

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Alcona+Hubris Third Naval Fleet

Vice Admiral Bedtock looked at the orders from Fleet Manor

You are to proceed immediatly, and with all diligence for extended duty off the coast of Deylli Beybi. At 6:20 AM Local an enemy fleet consisting of five battleships-(class to be determined) and an aircraft carrier--(Class to be Detrmined) into Klatchian Territorial Waters. You should consider this fleet, as well as supporting units within the area, including submarines to be hostile to the Federation. You shall be informed of authorization to use force upon crossing the Squall Straits. Presently, engage only when engaged. As of this moment, you are under JDF protocols and commands.

-For God and Athena
Sir Perry Mathers,
Lord Naval Marshall
under direction of His Grace,
Alexander III of the United Duchies.

New Shiron

02-10-2004, 04:26

The Queen paced along her balcony that looked out upon the lake beyond.

"So Minister, you are telling me that superpowers are getting involved in the Djelli Byelli situation?"

Defense Minister Ridgeway, a tall distinguished looking man in his mid 40s stood at semi attention, and watched his young queen pace. She was a determined young women, and luckily, she could hold her temper. A good thing today.

"Yes your majesty, and it is a nation that we have a lot in common with. A clash could be a problem later. Plus they are 12 times our size."

"Yes, obviously that would be a problem. Order the operation cancelled, and send our regrets to the Tsar. Offer him asylum if it comes to that."

"Yes your majesty."

a few minutes later

FLASH OPERATIONAL OVERIDE
Operation Contra is cancelled at once. You are to immediately turn all submarines and the motor vessel Limerick from their present course and return home. Air surveillence is to continue however.

Rear Admiral Donovan, aboard the bridge of the motorvessel, dressed as a merchant captain frowned as he read the message. They were only 100 miles from the point of departure too. Then he looked at the attached intelligence report and frowned.

"Turn us about and I mean right now." he ordered.

"What is going on sir" his young aide asked.

"Its too late for covert stuff now, looks like its going to be a hot war between a whole bunch of different people. We just don't have enough on the scene to alter the equation and we are just adding to the potential targets."

A few minutes after that, an encrypted message, using a previously agreed to code, was sent to the Tsarist forces.

"We regret to inform you that due to what appears to be the intervention of a superpower in your struggle we will be unable to provide you with the assistance we had hoped to provide. However, should it become neccessary, our nation is willing to offer you and your closest staff political asylum and we our working on contigency plans for such a case."

At the same time, the telephone rang at a Royal Navy airbase, cancelling a mission by a squadron of Tornados. However, at another base, another TU95 took off to continue the survellience mission.

Anagonia

02-10-2004, 04:31

The Anagonian Task Force had severly slowed its advance some time ago, and was truthfully just snailing in the water for the time being. They had no intention of making a Hostile Decleration on any Nation whatsoever, only here to assist Dyelli Beybi if they should need it. From the increasingly rampant messages being recieved by the flagship of the Task Force, the ABB-01 Independence, it became certian that many Nations were indeed against this Communist Government.

It was apparent to Admiral Valonchi that they may have made a terrible error.

Either way, it would all change.

"Admiral," said the Communications Officer, "I'm getting reports from the ASS Longsword that their sonar is picking up objects in the waters ahead."

"Can they identify," replied the Admiral somewhat worried.

"Aye, can can Admiral. The Captain reports that they are most likely some sort of mines."

"All stop," exclamed Admiral Valonchi, "Inform all the task force to halt immedietly and for all Submarines to pass around this field, if possible."

"Aye, Aye Admiral. All Stop."
"Aye, Admiral. Task Force informed."

The Admiral continued to stand on the bridge over-looking the two front turrets, getting more and more worried by the moment at the situation.

"Get the ACV Vigilant to launch a few scout choppers over the area," he stopped for a moment as he heard another transmission, "and just tell whomever wants to fly over us to make sure no one 'accidently' drops anything."

Sighing, the Admiral looked to the Captain of the Independence. "You know," he started, "perhaps it would be alright if we helped the Rebels instead."

Captain Donn nodded, "I agree."

New Shiron

02-10-2004, 04:37

"Kingfish base, this is Kingfish 2, we have a data dump for you."

"Roger Kingfish 2, send when ready."

A few minutes later, a young Lieutenant of the Royal Navy was reviewing video sent via signal from the TU95. It showed the sensor reports from not only the Bear, but also both of its drones. At this point, two sizeable fleets, and several task groups were closing in on one another, and a major air battle was developing over the Tsarist held area as well. Removing her cap, she brushed a stray hair from her face and then picked up the phone as she hit the send command key,forwarding the information up the ladder.

A couple of hours later, fleet headquarters at Anchorage received the following orders.

Operational Immediate, Expedite
Assemble a task force for extended operations. In addition, alert all tanker, maritime strike and escort fighter forces and develop an operations plan to provide support to the Angonians should it become desirable. This is not an exercise.

Alcona and Hubris

02-10-2004, 05:06

OOC: Umm Anagonia are those standard historical ship classes you've got there?

Neo Tyr

02-10-2004, 05:20

"And so I say, you never had it to begin with!"

"Aw, c'mon, Rex, it ain't funny anymore." A voice said over the radio.

The radio cackled. "Now look alive, ladies, this is our first real combat, so let's get serious." Boomed in the headpeices of all the pilots, the voice of the wing commander.

The Tornado squadreon was to intercept any large air fleets, but what they found were scout helicopters. The wing commander adressed them. "We're passing over this airspace, back down, please." He would of crossed his fingers if he could. This was a delecate phase in the operation, he couldn't slip up.

Vrak

02-10-2004, 09:29

OOC: Whoa, this is moving fast. Sorry for the rushed post

IC:

The detection of enemy ships moving towards the Dyellian coast raised the hackles of the Vrak Military High Command. Literally. With the debacle over the last incursion by the OMP, the Vrakians swore not to make the same mistake twice by dithering. A pre-emptive first strike was initiated.

The satellites, in conjunction with the long range recon aircraft were now picking their targets. In Dyelli Beybi proper along the coast east from Cyro, two UAVs were launched.

From the Vrakian corridor itself. several airbases now flexed their muscle. One entire flipper bomber contingent accompanied by three flipper fighter grouping roared into the blue. Their orders were to sink any and all enemy naval vessels as well as engage any enemy aircraft if they did not immediately withdraw.

Still more aircraft were being loaded out for the second and third waves. If it's one thing Vrak had plenty of, it was aircraft.

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To: All nations with naval assets within the Dyelian Coast
From: Vrak Diplomatic Corps
Subject: incursion

Withdraw all of your naval assets immediately. This will be your only warning.

Anagonia

02-10-2004, 14:38

OOC: Umm Anagonia are those standard historical ship classes you've got there?

OOC: According to the specs given on the CV-9 it is an upgraded version of the origional WWII design. Thus its just been given some upgraded aircraft, yet not so much so that it would be a god-mode.

As for the Battleships, they are standard Fast Battleships from "Modern-Day".

The rest are upgraded accordingly without major modifications of ANY sort.

IC:

Admiral Stagon Valonchi watched the scout choppers from his carrier drop buey's around the specific area to avoid the minefield. Valonchi was still quite worried about the entire ordeal, and even when they had suggested to assist the rebels it seemed.....stupid almost. There didn't seem to be ANY right side here, almost as if the Rebels and the Communists had no difference but war itself.

Sighing as he looked at the forward deck of the ABB Independence, two of three main guns pointing forward without being called to move in such a long time.

"A very long time," the Admiral spoke to himself outloud softly.

"Admiral," started the Communications Officer, "we have a message to withdraw immedietly."

Admiral Valonchi smirked, it was indeed becoming a situation to worry about. At least he wasn't on edge about this for nothing. "Tell them that we are currently posing no threat to anyone or anything. We declare ourselfs Neutral for the time being." He cleared his throat. "Inform them of our Task-Forces position, make-up, and the entire Tossed Salad to prevent any misunderstandings."

"Aye, Admiral."

Message from the ABB-01 Independence

This is the Anagonian Battle-Boat - Zero One Independence, leading a task force from the Allied Republics of Anagonia. We have no intention to interfere with this conflict as of yet, and our dead in the water for the time being.

Our Task Force is made up of Five Iowa Class Fast Battleships, one Modified ESSEX class Attack Carrier, and several Submarines which do not pose no threat whatsoever.

The Location of this fleet is after four Nautical Miles into the Territorial Waters of Dyelli Beybi.

Thank You.

Vrak

02-10-2004, 16:17

This is the Anagonian Battle-Boat - Zero One Independence, leading a task force from the Allied Republics of Anagonia. We have no intention to interfere with this conflict as of yet, and our dead in the water for the time being.

Our Task Force is made up of Five Iowa Class Fast Battleships, one Modified ESSEX class Attack Carrier, and several Submarines which do not pose no threat whatsoever.

The Location of this fleet is after four Nautical Miles into the Territorial Waters of Dyelli Beybi.

Thank You.

Somewhere in Vrak…

Translated from Vrakian.

-As of yet? Who do these people think they are?
-Then, let us give them a good reason not to interfere. As if they think that they can choose at will to interfere in the affairs of the Klatch.
-Indeed. Pass along the latest communique from these “Anagonians” or whatever they call themselves to the Southern HORDE Air Marshal. Inform him that I want an example set.
-As you command.

Quickly, a message was sent to the Air Marshal in the Vrakian corridor. He understood what was said and, more importantly, what wasn’t. He then contacted the necessary officers who informed the flight leaders.

They now have a target. The Anagonian fleet.

Anagonia

02-10-2004, 17:10

An eye watched the Anagonian fleet from above, many photographs of Dyelli Beybi were taken, assesments were given, tacticians were thinking. Yet, still, this entire scene just wasn't right. Something was wrong, the last transmission from an unidentified power called "Vrak" had a tone that Admiral Valonchi didn't like. It was as if they were vigilant in their warning, and this could only mean one thing.

"Captian," started Admiral Valonchi, "We might be having some quests soon, I don't know really, and I have no intention of causing a war. But if I am correct, I believe we'll need the Anagonian Air Command on High Alert."

"Aye, will do."

Dyelli Beybi

03-10-2004, 11:58

Collins wasn't certain what to do really, he wishes Felix was here, he made things a lot simpler. The Anagonians seemed to be friendly, but you never know. What he was sure about though was that nobody has the right to simply snoop about in Klatchian territory to 'monitor for warcrimes'. Collins began working on some replies....

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To: All Concerned Klatchian Governments
From: High Chancellory of Dyelli Beybi
Subject: Anagonian fleet
The Anagonian fleet off from the Dyellian Coastline, while not invited, has declared support for the Elected Government. As such we regard it as a negative move to attack it at this point.

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The mines the Argonians had stumbled across were the first in the great Dyellian minefiled which extended quite some distance into International waters at points. It had more or less accumulated over the years to cover huge amounts of open water, and succesive Governments had forgotten where a lot of the mines were, meaning the Dyellians had only a vague idea where most of them were.

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We're picking up incoming hostile fighters

Roger that, all fighters move to intercept.

Attack craft and Bombers aquire targets in the water. Primary targets, military transports and carriers.

Affirmative Mission Leader. Alpha Squadron, report in...

The makeup of what the Dyellians had thrown into the ring was now fairly clear. Dyellian Fighters were organised into Squadrons of 12 planes. The attack was made up of 5 Squadrons of Eurofighters, 15 Squadrons of Tornados and a further 5 Tu-160 (Blackjack) Squadrons...

Meanwhile out at Sea, the Active Fleet had deployed itself to blockade the harbour entrance. There would be no way out without a fight.

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Fiord Harbour

A messenger raced up to White, "The Enemy have retreated from the Western verges of the harbour."

White nodded, he had suspected they would... well more the informant had told White they would, "It seems they're not ready for a fight right now." he snorted.

"Also Sir, New Shiron is withdrawing support, aparently they can't support us against a super power, Ithink they mean Vrak."

White just about choked, "But the Communist Government has nearly as many troops as them anyway."

He shook his head, turning his attention back to the Neo Tyrans, "Lord White." he introduced himself, "Aide to his Majesty the Tzar. You lot have probably arrived just in the nick of time, we've got reports of Two Divisions moving in from the West. Thats over 30,000 fresh combat troops to support the 14,000 or so already here. We'll be looking at about 700 or so tanks and about 500 or so assault guns, that's a low profile heavily armoured vehicle with a fixed forward gun. They usually fill them with high explosive ammunition and the like, primarily used to clean out buildings."

White smiled, "All is not lost however. My insider in the Cheka will mean we'll have advanced copies of most of their Battle plans."

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The girl who had passed across the lines earlier was none other than Chlarissa Dashwood (OOC: For those of you who remember her from the Elf threads). She halted at the sound of a bolt being drawn back in a rifle. There was a shuffle behind her, "übergibt herauf Commisaar." a voice spoke in Dyellian German.

"Das ich denke, daß Sie haben mich irrtümlich für jemand anderes." she replied, not turning around

"Kein wir nicht. Herr White ist sehr erfreut, dem wir fanden Sie." the voice responded sneeringly.

Very slowly she raised her hands...

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Anagonia

03-10-2004, 18:16

Admiral Valonchi coughed somewhat after intercepting an encoded transmission from one of their own Allied Republics. He had reviewed it, and declared it to be examined for further study. Sighing, he turned to the comms officer.

"Ask the Dyellians what they want us to do. I'm tired of this waiting, let's get rid of these so-called 'rebels'."

"Aye, Admiral."

He was telling the truth, he was tired of waiting and hearing reports. The true nature of the Rebels had been revealed.

Message from the ABB Independence to any Commanding Dyelli Beybi Entity

This is Admiral Stagon Valonchi, we are openly supporting you against the rebels. If you so desire, inform this Task Force from the Allied Republics of Anagonia where to engage in any support operations.

Our Battleships, and the Independence, are at your disposal.

New Shiron

03-10-2004, 19:49

"Its confirmed?"

"Yes your majesty, Anagonia isn't going to help the rebels."

"Pull the recon planes out of the area then. We will have to settle for satellite and signit surviellence then. If proof comes out of warcrimes on either side, forward it to Anagonia. They are the only power likely to do anything about it. We are just not big enough to intervene without allies."

"As you order Your Majesty."

FLASH OPERATIONAL IMMEDIATE
Operation Hague is cancelled. Return to base immediately.

A Tu 95 banks and immediately heads south for home.

Neo Tyr

03-10-2004, 20:07

Johnny "Thunder" Smith was in the cockpit of his Tornado, when he saw the Dyelli Beybi planes coming in on his radar. Suddenly, dozens of radio transmissions came in his headpeice, all in complete horror of the squad. "Now look!" He yelled to his squad, "We're going to fight, we need to be decoys so the Superhornets can provide suppot to the troops. So engage, but stay away from the center, so we can get out quickly, y'hear?!" He hollered into his microphone. Several glum "Rodger thats," came in, and Smith changed course to attck the Dyelli Beybi squadreons...

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Lance Vassal heard White's words. He paled a bit, but then told any remaining troops to get ready to fight. They were frightend, but Vassal was a huge boost to their moral. If anyone could tell them to march to their deaths, it was him. Vassal, however, was not so confident. His aid approached him. "Sir, the harbor is becoming blockaded. We can't escape..."

Vassels eyes widend, and he looked down to orginize his thoughts. He looked back up and tried to adress his aid with confidence. "Right. Any news from the battleships?"

The aid nodded. "They're matinice is done, and high command is also sending down the Punishment and the Hoplite."

Vassal sighed. At least there WAS some good news today, although he couldn't shake the feeling that he wold never set foot in Neo Tyr again...

Dyelli Beybi

03-10-2004, 23:28

Message from the ABB Independence to any Commanding Dyelli Beybi Entity

This is Admiral Stagon Valonchi, we are openly supporting you against the rebels. If you so desire, inform this Task Force from the Allied Republics of Anagonia where to engage in any support operations.

Our Battleships, and the Independence, are at your disposal.

From: DBPS Lord Fisher
To: ABB Independence
We have a small fleet blockading Fiord Harbour. Feel free to Rendezvous with the Fleet. We do not expect these ships to come into combat any time soon, unless a Nation attemps to force supplies through to the city.

Konteradmiral Ewing

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In the sky...

The Dyellian pilots were quietly confident, flying in V-shaped formations of 12 planes. They were led by an Oberst Montague, a veteran (along with many others in the attack) of the massive air battle in Bath that had lasted for 24 hours and seen thousands of planes.

Keep those planes away from the bombers...

Theta Squadron moving to engage fighters...

Bomber Squadron A reporting. We've got a missile lock on one of the transports...

Seconds later and the first planes, mostly Eurofighters began the dogfight... they were still 100 km from port.

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Another man raced up to White, whispering something in his ear, he chuckled, "Would you like to come back to our headquarters? It seems we've taken a very interesting prisoner."

Anagonia

03-10-2004, 23:37

Admiral Stagon Valonchi nodded as the Communications Officer repeated the response.

"Good, I want to go around these mines." He grinned suddenly. "Infrom all submarines to fire at any mines detected."

A nod from the Comms officer.

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Beneath the surface four Akula Attack Submarines fired solvos of torpedoes at confimed targets. The way would be clear for the Task Force soon enough.

North Germania

04-10-2004, 00:30

"Bastards!"

Reichschancellor Einheit slammed his huge fist on his desk.

"Ready the 4th and 9th Armed Korps to be sent to Dyelli Beybi. We will not take sides in this matter, but any arrogant, foreign interference will be crushed by North Germania. I will not tolerate this."

Coded message to Dyelli Beybi High Command:

With your permission, we are sending the following units to ensure the safety of Dyelli Beybi. We will not take part in your internal affairs, only make sure there is no foreign interference. The 4th and 9th Armed Korps are standing by to be sent via ship from the Northern Klatchian Sea. They will be escorted by 10 MiG-33's and 12 MiL-1 attack fighters. Urgent: Please respond with your permission.

"The FKC will not turn into some chaotic, boiling pot of war mongering foreigners as long as I have a say in it", screamed Einheit in Germanian.

Coded message to Vrak High Command:

We are preparing the 4th and 9th Armed Korps to ensure the protection of Dyelli Beybi. What is your current stand on the matter?

To all involved nations: Be wary of any interference with our internal affairs. Any strike against a nation of the Klatch is the same as a strike against the entire Klatch.

- N.G.

Vrak

04-10-2004, 00:42

One fighter/bomber group screamed towards the Anagonian fleet accompanied by two fighter groups. These 108 planes in total, led by 36 Su-34s, were the vanguard of what was to come. The long-range bombers themselves, although quick, would come behind this initial assault. Soon, the vanguard would be within maximum range. The pilots themselves were a little nervous, but their training took over which suppressed any fears. And like any airforce, there were the psychos that loved to kill just for killing’s sake.

IFF codes were transmitted to friendly Dyellian and any scattered Vrakian forces nearby. They would hate to be shot down in friendly fire.

The Dyellian craft intercepting the Neo Tyr planes were also detected. Quickly, scrambled efforts were made to locate these newcomer’s ships as well and then added to the list of hostiles. Ground forces were alerted and cruise missile batteries were prepped.

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Vrak Miltary High Command

Coded message to Vrak High Command:

We are preparing the 4th and 9th Armed Korps to ensure the protection of Dyelli Beybi. What is your current stand on the matter?

-Ah, the North Germanians have awoken. Excellent.
-Indeed. It will go well to work with our close northern state once again.

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Encrypted – MAX - VMHC protocols – Gamma Foxtrot 9082 – route: North Germania Military Command – route: complete
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We welcome your aid to destroy all the newcomers. Our southern HORDE air assets will engage the Anagonian fleet and possibly Neo Tyr as well. Let us crush them all!

If you require additional help in moving men and equipment, we have a large surface fleet of amphibous craft (OOC: Ivan Rogov class ships). We can also divert some civilian transports should the need become more pressing. Our guardian fleets will provide escort.

Anagonia

04-10-2004, 02:26

Looking at the battle-map on the rectangular station in front of him, Admiral Stagon Valonchi grinned to himself, he had a trump card for this situation. They were going to assist these Dyellians, and the rebels and their mis-guidences would be obliterated for their trickery in the matter. No Province/Nation for its people would be allowed to be seen as an enemy for even one second.

"Admiral," started the young Tactical Officer, "it seems that these 'Vrakian' are still heading toward us."

It was something he already knew, something that the trump card was being ready to be played for. "I know," he responded, "they had their chance to turn back."

Indeed they did.

"Get me on the line with the Vengence."

"Aye, Admiral."

A few moments later the Admiral had a headset on, typing something on a console and pressing an ENTER key.

"Captain Wolf, I believe you've noticed a few.....invited....guests near us, correct?"

"Yes, a shit-load of'em. Whats your plan?"

Valonchi sighed, "I want you to examine what I just sent you, its encoded somewhat but it shouldn't be a problem for anyone who catches it."

A long silence, then a slow response from the Captain. "Admiral, your crazy. You'll start an All-Out war. Plus, not to mention what the missile ALONE would have to do!"

A grunt from the Admiral, "Listen, if they attack us when we are trying to help one of their freakin 'allies', or whatever they want to call that territory, I'm not going down in vain."

A very drawn-out sigh, "I understand, we'll surface to launch the cruise missile whenever you need us to."

The communications went dead, the Admiral had eneded it. He knew the probability of them getting out of this was nothing-to-slim. So, he was going to use the Trump Card.

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Previous Transmission during Communication

EMP/Sierra Sierra-Echo/Niner-Foxtrot

UNIDENTIFIABLE PORTION

TRANMISSION END

New Shiron

04-10-2004, 02:45

The Queen was sipping her tea on the terrace, watching another beautiful sunrise and thinking fondly of the Treaty of Union, which just today joined Upper Big Sur and New Cynthia to the Empire of New Shiron. And also today, the new colony of New Kern had officially be given self government.

Truly a good day for New Shiron

At that moment, a pretty young officer, barely out of her teens, rushed through the door.

"Your Majesty, an urgent message from the Defense Minister."

Gabrielle set down her tea cup and took the missive from the excited young woman.

URGENT HER MAJESTYS EYES ONLY
"It would appear that apparently the situation aroudn Djelli Byelli is about to change again. Apparently the various pro government forces have failed to cordinate their activities and may be about to attack one another."

"Say what!?" The Queen muttered, her blue eyes widening in surprise.

"Sublieutenant, tell security to arrange for transportation. I need to get to the Defense Ministry."

Anagonia

04-10-2004, 03:43

BUMP

New Shiron

04-10-2004, 04:34

A MENTOR satelite, in LEO, its various antenae focusing on the Klatchian coast, picked up interesting signels.... soon it was sending down its report to its homeland.

Shortly after, three ocean surviellence satelites, each with radar and various other sensors, changed orbits so that one would always be within range to monitor events below

In New Shiron, troops and airmen of the Royal Guard, National Guard, and Air National Guard received orders to report to base and units begin urgents pre deployment preparations. The Royal Navy also recalls sailors and aircrews, who hurriedly prepare their ships to sortie and their aircraft to take off.

Within a few hours, the first ships are leaving the harbor to a mid ocean rendevous point 1000 miles south of the nearest Klatchian territory

Released for public consumption is the announcement of Operation Clancy, a large scale naval and air exercise involving a good portion of the Royal Navy, and Operation Coyle, an exercise involving the ground and air forces of the Air National Guard, and the Royal and National Guard. Although highly unusual, it is considered a readiness excercise to give the troops a workout.

Jiggady

04-10-2004, 05:07

"I think that we should do something. I mean it is sort of implied that we take a stance given our proximity to Dyelli." William Deamon tapped his hands on the desk as he stared into the computer screen. Given that he was the Minister of State, and the head of the Jiggady Defense Agency he had to be in many places at the same time and he found it much more convenient to just stay in his heavily fortified offices most of the day and carry out both jobs with relative safety.

"Dont get me wrong William, I agree with you completly. However, past incidents do come to mind with Dyellian revolutions." Queen Ann Marie Bonny I. replied over the video confernece network. She was only the Chief foreign minister when, during the last Dyellian revolution, a misguided Jiggadyn general decided to act on his own and move his forces into the neighboring state.

"I believe that we should continue with our policy of not getting involved in these military conficts, no matter how numerous in nature, and rather stick to our isolationist policy of old. Raise the active alert status of our army/navy/air force and wait for Dyelli to contact us if they are in need of any support." She finished.

Deamon struggled to hide his dissapointment from the camera and nodded his head in agreement before clicking off.

Vrak

04-10-2004, 06:24

The Vrakian Corridor

Translated from Vrakian.

-Air Marshal! Urgent message from the Privy Council!

The large walrus hrumped and put down his bowl of clams. Around his great heck was a collar that had a long chain. At the end of the chain was an enormous chickaroach. Usually, chickaroaches were the size of a medum dog, but this one was slightly larger than a St. Bernard. Its three heads craned forward as the aide entered and hissed. The aide grimaced and wondered why the Air Marshal kept such a creature as a pet.

The walrus opened the letter and surveyed its contents. Then he let out a rumbling laugh.

-Well, now I command the JDF air assets for this little campaign. Hmmm, let me think….ah…this is what we will do. Rotate the recon craft in shifts and launch the first ones within the hour. I want them to further investigate any new movements in the South Klatchian Ocean. Ready the bombers and load the anti-ship missiles. Have one fighter squadron in the air now and lend assistance to the Dyellian forces engaging…who are they?
-Neo Tyr sir.
-Yes, Neo Tyr. Make sure those Dyellians know that these are JDF craft helping them for Bok’s sake.
-Yes, Air Marshal.
-Have the support squadron on standby since they may have to refuel any bombers coming from the corridor. Also, make sure that the JDF bases in Dyelli Beybi itself are secured and can effect an emergency landing for JDF and Vrakian forces. Those darn Blackjacks need a big runway. Go!
-Yes, sir! Right away sir!

The aide scurried out, resembling in some ways the scuttling gait of the chickaroach. The odd beast screeched and then let out a mournful wail. The walrus patted it with his flipper and cooed.

Quezadria

04-10-2004, 06:33

"As part of the stand against the Imperialist World, the Great Leader announced today that our great nation will send military equipment to the Rebels in their People's War against the Fascist-style Royalist government."
-- Report in the "People's Paper", the state paper in the People's Republic of Quezadria

Macisikan

04-10-2004, 08:47

Office of the Cabinet, Arn-Maciska
"...government." An aide folded the paper and looked at the impassive faces of the cabinet.
"Let me see if I understand correctly," the Minister for External Affairs leaned forward. "This little nation has announced it's going to help the rebels in their war against the monarchists?" she looked around the table.
"Has anyone told them that the rebels are the monarchists?"
The First Minister waved the question away.
"It doesn't matter. The result of this little rebellion was a forgone conclusion from the moment whatisface, Lord something, it's a colour, announced he was taking on the Dyellian army with a whole 5,000 men."
"Why didn't we try and do that?" asked the Defence Minister, sarcasticly, "OH! That's right! I remember; because it's suicide!"
Laughter washed around the room.
"At least that other nation, New Shiron? New Shiron, at least they appear to have done the smart thing and backed off. Maybe this rebellion is for the best; maybe Dyelli Beybi will stabilise..." the First Minister trailed off, thinking, then waved a hand impatiently, dismissing the issue.
"Next order of business..."

Anagonia

04-10-2004, 11:31

Beneath the waves near the trouble-some long-forgotten Dyellian Minefields, a Delta Class Missile Submarine surfaced slowly, four of its launch-hatches near the Conning Tower opened to reveal cruise missiles of some kind being readied for pre-launch.

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Dyelli Beybi

04-10-2004, 12:23

Collins was not at all pleased by what was going on with the Vrakians, he couldn't quite figure it out, so had called on Generalfeldmarshall France, the head of the Luftwaffe and Generalfeldmarshall O'Booze to explain the problem,

"Now let me get this absolutely clear." the High Chancellor began, "Anagonia is supporting us?"

Both men nodded.

"Vrak is also supporting us?" he continued.

Both nodded again.

"Why then" he asked, his tone highly annoyed, "Are the Vrakians attacking the Anagonians?"

There was silence for a moment, "They don't like non-Klatchian shipping nearby?" France suggested, "I'd imagine it has something to do with the OMP crisis."

O'Booze nodded, "That makes sense, although I still believe it is more reasonable to assume the Vrakian King has gone completely insane. This is a major diplomatic blunder. Surely it is better for the Federation to have friends than needless enemies."

Collins nodded, "One would think so... this is a serious concern though. An unstable Vrak is a danger to the whole Coast." he paused, "Gentlemen, I believe you are familiar with the concept of Opperation Judas?"

Both men nodded.

"Right now though, we'll need to reiterate our stance on these matters." the Chancellor continued, "The only other news is some little State has pledged arms to us in our struggle against the oppresive Tzarist Government."

There was dead silence in the room, "OK." O'Booze eventually concluded.

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URGENT MESSAGE ---- COMPLETELY UNENCRYPTED
To:Vrakian High Command
From: High Chancellor Eamon Collins
Subject:Military Opperations in the Southern Klatchian Ocean
Dyelli Beybi is highly alarmed by military movements in the Southern Klatchian Ocean, especially those towards the military contingent of Anagonia. Anagonia as a Nation has pledged support to the Elected Government of Dyelli Beybi, and while their military prescence was not requested at the same time it is felt it would be a gross blunder on the part of Klatchian forces to attack a foreign fleet set to rendezvous with a Klatchian one for a multi-National blockade.
Please withdraw all aircraft immediately to the more crucial task of eliminating the enemy fleet within Fiord Harbour. Also note, no buildings within the city are to be targeted. It is the intention of the Government to retake the city with minimal civilian losses and minimal damage to the infrastructure of the city.

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To:All Governments of the World
From:Dyelli Beybian High Chancellory
SubjectSupport against the rebel movement
Dyelli Beybi has been offered support against the rebel movement from several sources. It is, although generous, unnecessary, the movement is completely under control and presents no real threat to the stability of Dyelli Beybi. It is expected to be completely eliminated within a 2 week timeframe.
The Campaign is a highly planned opperation designed to remove the movement with minimal loss of life of Dyelli Citizens or destruction of property. As such it is felt to be most apropriately carried out by Dyellian forces.

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(OOC) Little OOC Note. Could people please refrain from throwing nuclear missiles around, it would really ruin the RP. Thanks!

Vrak

04-10-2004, 13:20

URGENT MESSAGE ---- COMPLETELY UNENCRYPTED
To:Vrakian High Command
From: High Chancellor Eamon Collins
Subject:Military Opperations in the Southern Klatchian Ocean
Dyelli Beybi is highly alarmed by military movements in the Southern Klatchian Ocean, especially those towards the military contingent of Anagonia. Anagonia as a Nation has pledged support to the Elected Government of Dyelli Beybi, and while their military prescence was not requested at the same time it is felt it would be a gross blunder on the part of Klatchian forces to attack a foreign fleet set to rendezvous with a Klatchian one for a multi-National blockade.
Please withdraw all aircraft immediately to the more crucial task of eliminating the enemy fleet within Fiord Harbour. Also note, no buildings within the city are to be targeted. It is the intention of the Government to retake the city with minimal civilian losses and minimal damage to the infrastructure of the city.

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Encryption - MAX - VMHC protocols Sierra Tango 8972 - route: Dyelli Beybi High Chancellor - route: complete
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All foreign interlopers will be destroyed. Harmonious will the results be.

OOC: I second Dyelli's concerns about nukes. It makes no sense at all to use them here.

Alcona and Hubris

04-10-2004, 14:28

The Landgravine looked at the image before her.

"Alright, we appear to have Deylli Beybi in bed with these Anagonians now. Which is why third fleet is waiting for that squadron of battlewagons to clear the straits before it moves on to Ash Harbor..."

Several men in varying uniforms nod...looking back across the dinning cabin at the woman.

"Now it would appear that Vrak had decided to destroy all interlopers. Including Anagonia...and now Anagonia is going to use nukes? Alright I want several messages sent..."
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General Broadcast Message
The Klatchian Federation would at this time notify all states that do not have formal alliance agreements with a Federation State to remain outside of territorial waters. Although your support for the Federation is welcome, the present government must follow the Consitution in this matter.

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To: Anagonian Taskforce in Deyllian Waters
From: Landgravine Hubris, Outer Council of the Federation

Subject:Violation of Consitution
I must inform you that although you appear to have been given permission to help the Klatchian State of Deylli Beybi in it's current crisis. I must inform you that your entry into Klatchian Waters, without formal recognition violates

Article V, Section 1, Item F of the Klatchian Consitution:
International treaties may not be contrary to the law or the interests of the Federation, nor to the rights of other States. The Parliament must be notified of such treaties and has the right to nullify them

Since no formal notification of your alliance has been made, the President of the Federation, the King of Vrak...has decided to bombard you. We would suggest your immediat withdrawl.

We should also note that you appear to have a submarine off our coast with four cruise missles. An attack on Klatchian Territory will result in an all out war. A nuclear attack on the Klatch will result in an all out nuclear attack from All Klatchian Territories.

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JDF Code Alpha, Alpha, Alpha.
Encryption Code: U785-Z22
At this time, all nuclear forces of the Klatch are hearby ordered to follow JDF defensive protocol. At this time we will begin to send targeting data for the Nation of Anagonia to be used if they attempt to fire nuclear weapons at our nation.

At this time all orbital, and ground ICBM Defenses are ordered on line and ready. NO, repeat NO windows for ICBM testing nor state firings will be allowed.

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Thirty minutes later the modified Globemaster transports began to launch from airbases inside the Klatch. Each carried a UAV Pathway...as the globe masters reached 60,000 feet and Mach 1.2 the Pathways were dropped, allowing their ram jet engines to ignite.

Each Pathway was sent on a course to fly Mach 3 over the the Nation of Anagonia and to send back images and intel to be processed into targeting data.

Anagonia

04-10-2004, 20:39

OOC:

NUCLEAR?! Woah...I though everyone knew Nuclear Weapons couldn't be placed on a Cruise Missile....I'm kinda like using an EMP...you know...the thing that fries electronic equipment within a certian radius?

Erm....heh....sorry about the misunderstanding....

IC:

Admiral Stagon Valonchi sighed happily, waving to the comms officer to signal the fleet. Finally something had happened to get them out of here, and without having to fry all this equipment in the process with those damn EMP's..

MESSAGE TO ANAGONIAN TASK FLEET
NO ENCRYPTION

This is Admiral Stagon Valonchi to Task Fleet. Everythings is under control and its time for us to head come. All EMP's are commanded to stand-down.

OOC:

Yay, no war! Anywho....

BTW: NO, I DON'T USE NUKES.

New Shiron

04-10-2004, 21:00

(television news report)
The Imperial Defense Ministry announced the successful conclusion of Operations Clancy and Coyle, a large readiness exercise that included both Imperial and Territoral forces including naval, air and ground troops.

All forces are now returning to base and the Territorials are returning to their regular jobs.

In international news, the Empire expressed relief at the apparent conclusion of the Dyelli Byelli crisis, although fighting continues between rebels and government troops.

"A sad situation, but truthfully, it is not our affair" remarked a spokeswoman from the Ministry of State.

Dyelli Beybi

04-10-2004, 21:05

OOC: Actually you can fit a nuclear bomb on a cruise missile. For instance the SS-N-3 "Sepal" and SS-N-12 "Sandbox" can both be fitted with a 350 kiloton nuclear warhead. Then you get smaller things you can fire from a plane, like the AS-15 "Kent" which carries a 200 kiloton warhead.
Glad you 'ent someone who chucks nuclear bombs around all over the show. After our experioences earlier in the thread, I have possibly become a little wary ;)

The atmosphere in Collins' office could only be described as tense. Now they were talking about nuclear war. This was never a good thing, and all because of 5,000 rebels... and an overly belligerent President of the Federation, "If anyone asks." Collins declared, "We don't have any nuclear weapons."

"Ah." France butted in, "I think it's fairly obvious we do, we have been testing ICBMs."

"Yeah, well I don't remember anyone telling us we're allowed them again, so until someone does, we don't have any, and that ICBM was supposed to carry chemical weapons."

The Generals nodded again.

Vrak

05-10-2004, 01:49

The first three groups of fighters drew nearer to the Anagonian fleet. Comm traffic between the Flight leader and the orbiting A-50 could possibly be overheard...

-Satcom uplink verified. Targets acquired.
-Paint targets. Arm missiles. Authorization Gamma Gamma.
-Acknowledged. Yellow leader to Yellow group. Lock on targets.
-Acknowledged Yellow leader. Locking…
-Arm missiles.
-Armed.
-ETA…10 minutes…
-Where are the Anagonian fighters? No fighters?
-I don’t see them…ET…9 minutes. Within max range.
-Hold fire…wait for authorization…
-Acknowledged.

The fighters descended to within 10 000 feet as they rode hard over the southern coast of Dyelli Beybi. Behind them, and far overhead, the ponderous (relatively speaking) Bears and Blackjacks escorted by numerous fighters brought up the main body of the attack.

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The chickaroach screeched as the Air Marshal suddenly turned his head.

-ANSWER ME! ARE THEY TURNING? ARE THEY TURNING?!
-We are not sure yet, Air Marshal…
-THEN, BECOME SURE – NOW. VERIFY IT.
-Yes, sir.

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The High General’s face became pale as the latest JDF nuclear authorization came through. Never during his tenure or indeed all the High Generals before him had such an order been placed. Not even during the Drakonian crisis…

He took a swig of whiskey before barking at his aides.

-Put missile bases #3 and #4 online. Target data will be feed if the Anagonians decide to actually fire a nuclear weapon at the Klatch. Don’t open the lids.

Anagonia

05-10-2004, 01:56

The Anagonian fleet had stood down, and every naval vessel, including submarine, was turning around. To show they were Neutral once more, and going away finally, the submarines surfaced with no sign of hostilities. All masts on the Conn Towers, which would have been a stupid move IF the submarines were in a battle, were extended to further show their intention of....going away.

Anagonia

05-10-2004, 11:30

Killer Ewok BUMPS the thread.

Dyelli Beybi

05-10-2004, 12:15

In the countryside surrounding the city, the first troops from the two Panzer Grenadier Divisions had arrived. They were ready to move in and clean the place out. They had been ready for days, but no orders came. It was a situation that was becoming increasingly frustrating for the soldiers on the ground.

(OOC: We're really just waiting for Neo Tyr to post again.)

Neo Tyr

07-10-2004, 02:20

Lance Vassal sat in a small cafe. He hated waiting like this, but his job was to plan the fights, not get himself killed. He sighed and drank a little more of his drink. Can't find this stuff back home. Home... He was immencly homesick. His aid came over. "Sir, we can be expecting re-enforcements any time now."

Vassal gave a content sigh. "Indeed? Well, don't spread it around. How goes the battle?"

His aid pondered. "We've taken few casulities, but taken few down as well." He frowned. "People back home say this is the wrong war..."

"Perhaps it is..." Vassal said, looking out the window, "Perhaps it is..."

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"Thunder!" Johnny Smith heard in his headpeice, "What now?"

Johnny "Thunder" Smith pondered, which you can't do for long in the cockpit of a plane. "Check for combat and engage at will. Don't ANY of ya get killed, all right?"

A variety of "yes"s came into his ear. This was it. The first real sorti of the Neo Tyr airforce. It was time to show those critics it WAS worth the money...

Vrak

07-10-2004, 06:51

The latest Satcon report as well as contact from other sources, such as the Dyellians, indicated that Anagonia indeed was leaving the field. Which, in some ways, was disappointing to the Air Marshal. But there did remain another target.

The three fighter groups neared Lobster island and then began to slow down as the turned – seeking out the Neo Tyr fleet. The one long range A-50 that flew over Lobsters high overhead slowly circled around, focusing in that area and also near Fjord Harbour. Soon, it and the others will have to refuel or put down at a nearby friendly base. The other A-50s that flew over the minefield didn’t see any Neo Tyr ships in that part of the ocean.

The second group bearing for Squeegleton were alerted to look for Neo Tyr as well. The bomber group coming in high, at least for the moment, bearing for a position between the westernmost known part of the minefield was told to head west for the Lobster/Fjord Harbour area.

The 2nd fighter group of the 309th JDF fighter wing, 30 aircraft strong thundered out of Massingrad and engaged full throttle to help the Dyellians about to engage Neo Tyr in the air. They had to link up to one of the available A-50s since the AWAC suddenly developed mechanical problems.

Meanwhile, the 22nd-26th Guardian fleet out of Port Klatchian finally cleared the dangerous Jiggadian reefs and was steaming for the war theater. Considering the distance they would have to cover, they would most likely be too late to make any difference so their secondary mission would be to intercept any reinforcements the enemy might send.

Finally, within the Vrakian corridor proper, more long-range craft along with tankers were being prepped. The intel posts were busily scanning the messages of other nations lending support and threat analysis reports plus engagement plans were being drawn up.

OOC edit: That should read the 2nd fighter group (not wing) of the 309th JDF fighter wing. I bolded it.

Dyelli Beybi

07-10-2004, 12:29

"Attack wings, engage the enemy fighters for now, bombers try to get a missile lock on the ships." it was the voice of Oberst Montague, "I want to see a repeat of Bath from you lot, let's not leave a plane in the sky... and keep the Moskuan to a minimum, we want to be able to understand each other."

Montague was confident of victory in the sky, 180 Tornados had taken off from Christchurch, against what looked to be 50 of the same, but to add to that he had 60 Eurofighters which he expected would make all the difference, it was really a matter of how long the enemy wanted to stay up here...

Moments later the first missile streaked from one of the lead Dyelli Beybian fighters...

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White had shown up at the cafe Vassal was seated at, he was grinning broadly, "Do you want to see what we're up against?"

He whistled, and a particularly rough looking soldier prodded someone into the cafe at gunpoint, "May I introduce you to Commisaar Dashwood."

The soldier roughly forced her down into a chair opposite Vassal. On closer inspection, the Commisaar would turn out to be a young Dyellian girl (had Vassal paid attention to the description of the racial groups in the city), dressed as a civilian and probably no older than 20. She wasn't particularly tall, but then again, Dyelli Beybians seemed to be a fairly short lot. Dark hair framed delecate features, but it was the eyes that gave her away, darting about the room, looking for some way to escape.

"Now normally." White said, "We'd be trying to extract some information from her right now, but we probably know more than she does. We figured we'd probably hang her at some point, but there's no particular hurry."

There was a moment where the girl seemed ready to make a lunge for Vassal's sidearm, but apparently she dismissed the idea as suicidal.

"Anyway, we have other stuff to attend to." White declared, "But I figured you might want to come to terms with the enemy so as to speak."

He grinned broadly again, turning to leave with the guard. At the doorway he stopped, "Just remember, she may be young, attractive and innocent looking, but she belongs to an organisation that is responsible for the detention and deaths of 1,000s including some of my closest friends."

Neo Tyr

08-10-2004, 02:26

Vassal nodded. "Uh... right..." He said. He sat the confused for some time before his aid retunred with his sandwhich. It was Vassals third. He loved it, he need to buy some for back home, if he ever got back home. Vassal looked at the girl. The whole millitary knew Vassal was kind, yet firm. "Would you like something to eat?" He said in a friendly mannar, but the friendlyness was cut off by his aid lightly pressing his gun to her back.

Vassal leaned back and sipped his drink. "Pleanty of time..." Vassal himself was a somewhat tall man. House Vassal was a repected name, purebred from colionists, which was hard to find in this day and age. He was young, his commision obviously bought, yet he was sharp, and desprate to make a name for himself. The best motivator avaliable.

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Johnny's eyes widened. "Dear saints!" He cursed to himself trying to evade the missles. He noticed one Tornado was shot down. Poor devil. He flew into the dogfight, his planes following him. Gods help them now...

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Captain Grant Dart of the HMS Mariana was angry. Something he was well known for. A bridge operator flaged him down, and Dart walked over to him mumbleing. "What!" He said in an unamicable way.

The bridge operator looked up nerviously. "S-sir, it looks like bombers are nearby-"

"WHAT!!!" Dart hollered, causeing the whole bridge crew to flinch. "Damnit! Look, if they get friendly, send out the last Tornadoes. Any news from the Reliant?"

The operation frightendly shook his head no. "I-I hear it could be could be coming any time now..."

Dart's face turned red. "WELL GET CONFERMATION, DAMNIT!!!" The opeartor made a noise that was a cross between and "aye" and a squeak. Dart paced some more. Not a good day, not a good day at all...

Dyelli Beybi

09-10-2004, 01:07

At 100 nautical miles range, the bombers each aquired a target, locked on, then let rip with 6 AS-15 anti-shipping missiles. Each missile was the equivalent of being hit by a 410 kg bomb, although, they knew full well most ships with decent CIWS would be able to take some of them down, which was why they fired six at each target. After offloading, each bomber would aim itself upwards, turning and retreating from the combat zone at just over the speed of sound.

Meanwhile the fight for air supremacy was still going on, Parachutes blossomed on either side. For a moment Montague wondered if they enemy pilots were wearing life jackets, then dismissed the idea as something to worry about later, bringing his Eurofighter around in a sharp arc to chase one of the less manouverable Typhoons. Both sides seemed to have pilots of roughly equivalent skill, the Dyellians were probably trained less, but most had had quite a bit of combat experience, which made up for it. The numbers and the Eurofighters were sure to tip things in their favour though. It was really a matter of how long the Neo Tyr pilots decided to stay in the fight that would dictate how many losses either side took...

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"No thank you." the girl politely refused. She wasn't exactly certain why the Neo Tyran commander had said, 'plenty of time', but she was judging him to be more of a decent person than that bumbling idiot White. White had probably assumed this Commander would rape her, torture her or do something else from the Tzarist handbook of 'how to treat a prisoner'. If she had been in White's shoes, she wouldn't have allowed a High ranking Commisaar to talk to an allied force which could be wavering in it's commitment.

She considered this little rebellion would never even have got off the ground had it not been for White's informer keeping the Cheka blind. White had been good enough to tell her all about the informer, apparently he liked to gloat. Survival was now the key if she were to get her message back to the organisation...

"Commisaar Dashwood." she introduced herself, "Political Officer 3rd Class... and who am I being held captive by today?"

She seemed resigned to her situation, waiting for his reply before asking, in a deferential voice, the kind of voice the Dyellian peasants used to use when talking to their Lords, "So what do you actually know about the Dyelli Beybian political situation?"

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OOC: For those of you who remember Dashwood from the last thread, during her month stay in hospital she's changed a bit...

Neo Tyr

09-10-2004, 05:09

Grant Dart bit his nails. A bad habit of his. He paced up and down the bridge of the Mariana pondering the situation. He had gotten the Superhornets out safely, but the had no escort. Smith hadn't reported in for awhile, either. Suddenly, a young bridge operator paled and screamed "BOMBERS!!!" with pure terror.

Dart quickly looked outside to see some specks on the horizion, coming in quickly. "DAMNIT ALL TO HELL!!! GET THE PATROLING TORNADOS OUT THERE NOW!" He knew it was too late. But he wanted those bombers to go to hell with him.

The relitivly few Tornados out in the sky tried to hit the bombers, and it fired it's realitvly few surface to air missiles, and the but it was to late to stop their deadly cargo. The six bombs tore into the Mariana and the nearby battleship Gothic, the Mariana was barley afloat, the few survivors sprinting to the remaining life boats, and the Gothic was butchered as well, the sad remains sliping beneath the unforgiving sea...

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Johnny "Thunder" Smith was worried. They were slowly, yet surely, losing. The contact with the Mariana was silent as well. It was obvious that their opponents had combat expirience, which no training could replicate, and the Eurofighters were becoming a large problem. Smith decided to stay the fray, for just awhile longer. The Superhornets NEEDED to do some damage to the mainland forces.

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Lance Vassal looked at the prisoner, and nodded. "Lance Vassal, commander of the transport taskforce Londenion under the Principalty of Neo Tyr and our most gracious pricess Marimeta Cicily Llamnian. A pleasure, to be sure." He said and listend to her question.

Vassal frowned a bit and shook his head. "No I do not, sadly. And I doubt it is my duty do so. I have my orders from the Princess herself to aid the Tzarist forces, yet we know little of what we are doing. The top brass say it's 'preserving royalty', but the general populace thinks this is the wrong war..." He said trailing off, but not trying to show weakness.

Vrak

09-10-2004, 08:53

Behind the Dyellians and closing quickly towards the aerial combat zone, the 30 JDF fighters (attack F-35s) began to pick their targets.

-Alpha leader to Alpha squad. Transmit your IFF codes now to the Dyellians.
-Acknowledged Alpha leader.

Alpha leader was then patched into the Dyellian squad leader via JDF protocols.

“Dyellian commander. This is Colonel Jacobs of the JDF . We are here to lend assistance. Soon, there also should be Vrakian interceptors and bombers coming shortly.”

Then, in a moment of exuberance, he said,

“Roger the Neo Tyr!”

The 36 Vrakian fighter/bombers (Su-34s) then picked their Neo Tyr ship targets and as they closed to within 100 nautical miles, they let loose their Kh-65 (A-15 Kent) anti-ship missiles. Basically, the missiles as the Dyellians – the fighter bomber along with their escorts wheeled around and headed back to Massingrad to refuel. In total, about 72 missiles were fired. Behind them, the Blackjack bombers drew closer.

The Vrakian Air Marshal took stock of the situation and decided to divert the majority of his remaining bombers and fighters to land at friendly bases within Dyelli Beybi, Jiggady, Rouge Jiggady and possibly Monte Ozarka. In truth, he didn’t want to clog the sky with planes, and if the second phase of the operation was greenlighted, he would need all that he could get.

The Guardian fleets drew closer to the easternmost part of the minefield. They gave it a wide berth and began to head out more into the ocean chart a course about 250 nautical miles away from the Dyellian coast. The other 5 Guardian fleets cleared the reefs but slowed down to 12 knots. The two UAVs that were launched from the Vrakian position east of Cyro reported no enemy ship movements in their tracking area. The cruise missile batteries then eased up on their readiness level.

Dyelli Beybi

09-10-2004, 12:45

JDF... "Roger that, Colonel Jacobs. This is Oberst Montague, Provincial Luftwaffe...feel free to engage at will."
Out of the corner of his eye, montague watched one of the huge bombers take a hit and burst into flames, plunging out of the sky... he counted three parachutes, that meant one man hadn't made it out. He pushed the thought from his mind. If he won today...tomorrow there would be fresh planes and fresh pilots, but hopefully with less resistance. The enemy, he hoped, would have trouble replacing their losses so far from home.

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OVer the mainland, sirens were ringing at Christchurch airbase while pilots scrambled to reach their planes, the F-18s were going to have a few minutes alone in the sky. Their were more Eurofighters here and quite a few Mirage 2000s, the planes that made up the bulk of Dyelli Beybi's airforce, these would come swarming out when those few minutes were over.

Meanwhile, in the city troops scattered, while the few AA vehicles tried to aquire locks. As far as air defences went there were 30 SAM batteries, another 60 AA guns, but these were next to useless against fighters and 65 AA-vehicles although they only carried 3 long range missiles each. Along with this there were a myriad of targets. About 500 half-tracks, 360 tanks, 60 assault guns, 30 armoured cars, 58 command vehicles and well over 1,000 trucks, jeeps, towing vehicles, bulldozers and everything else that kept an armoured division going.

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Back on land Dashwood had heard 'wrong war'. That meant perhaps this 'Vassal' was wavering, "What is it your duty to do then Commander, kill people?" she asked, suddenly, not sounding so submissive anymore.

"You could kill me now, in truth you'd probably be doing me a favour, rather that than be hung, drawn and quartered for treason... Or you can wait for the Provincial Army to arrive in force, what's out there.." she pointed towars the West side of the Bay, "That's nothing. There are 3 Divisions here. The State has 127 in total, then there is the National Army, the JDF. Then Commander, you and your men will be killed, I say White is an animal, but some of the people on my side can be just as bad, especially the Moskauans, they don't like taking prisoners."

Silently Dashwood hoped Vassal wasn't going to take her seriously on killing her. She didn't want to die, not here, not now, and not with such important information she needed to relay. She licked her lips, betraying her nervousness.

Alcona and Hubris

09-10-2004, 14:52

The Alconian Third Fleet finally entered Ash Harbor. They had been reinforced with a squadron of battleships and a squadron of battlecruisers.

Of course it appeared that they were arriving late to the party...

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The long range, high speed over flights shifted patterns and began to fly over Neo Tyr. The UAV's actually slowed down to Mach 2 over Kyrall to get extra detailed images of the capital and the surrounding islands.

Ilek-Vaad

09-10-2004, 16:29

Retaliatory Guard RASTER satellites had been monitoring activity off the Klatch since the Royalist transmission for aid. Command General Adan Ring watched the battle unfolding on the plasma screen to his left (the others were focused on Tanah Burung, where Vaadian forces were deployed.), he rubbed his chin. His com beeped and displayed the First Republican's protocol.

"Yes sir, This is General Ring." he said as he pressed the button

"Anything new to report General?" the First Republican replied.

"The Lietuv fleet is still headed to Tanah Burung with Tactical Group Namroth Vedic right on their tail, Tactical Group William Issem should have arrived there in the morning, and hostilities have begun on the Klatchian Coast, it looks like the Klatch is holding it's own nicely sir." he reported.

"Very good General, just in case call up a Tactical Group and get it ready to deploy to the Klatch just in case. The Minister of Foreign Affairs says we should be as friendly with them as possible, so if they need help, let's have it ready." the First Republican replied

"Yes sir, General Ring out." he clicked off the com and pulled up the rotation roster "Leftenant, Tactical Group Revenge is up, have them ready to move at my command." The Leftenant nodded and clicked the 'active duty' icon under Tactical Group Revenge's icon............within seconds the Revenge and it's ships were hurriedly preparing for duty.

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To: Our Friends in the Federated Klatchian Coast
From : Theleb Kanaan , Minister of Foreign Affairs, Ilek-Vaad

We have seen that , unwisely, outside nations have opted to meddle in your internal affairs militarily. We heartily condemn their actions and support you. The First Republican has taken the measure of calling up Naval Guard Tactical Group Revenge. Should the need arise you have only to ask and the Revenge can spring into action, to help secure your coasts, or to cut off enemy supply and reinforcements.

Neo Tyr

09-10-2004, 17:57

The Vrakian bomber came in close to the 2nd Fleet. It was much larger than the former, it could actually stand toe-to-toe with a normal fleet. The bombers let loose their bombs, annihlating the battleships Facade and Sycthe were annihalted, various ships were damaged, but the fleet stood. Barely. The ships beforehand fired their weapons at the bombers and the few Eurofighers in the sky attempted to attack the bombers.

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The Superhornet squad aimed their bombs at various targets on the groud, from tanks to most importantly roads. Killing the supply lines would be vital. A few took some AA hits, yet most were able to fire at the socilists below, and hurried to get out. They knew there were planes down there, and none of them wanted to die here...

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Johnny noticed that the Superhornets had done their job. "Right!" He called out, "Fall back, but don't get shot!"

He heard a voice on the radio call out, "Where're we goin'?"

Johnny smiled, and saw the Blackjack bomber's blips blink on the radar. "We're gonna have a little counterattack..." He said, mauvering his Tornado out of the fray...

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Sherman Pikinoal was sitting idley in the Neo Tyr Goverment Building. The graveyard shift. The only plus to this is you could see all the islands that made up Neo Tyr from here. Nice veiw. He blankly looked at his watch. 3:43. Still a few hour to go. Then he saw something blinking on the radar he was supposed to be monerting. A plane? No, too small to be commercial, and to fast to be a personal jet or a hobby craft. He quickly grabbed his mircophone and adressed the Hubrisian plane. "You have entered the Neo Tyr Archipelago without proper credentials. State your name and task immedaitly. Pikinaol was starting to sweat a bit. He was a pessimist. Hopely this wouldn't be too bad, right? Right!?

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Lance Vassal listend to the commisar. "My duty?" He asked with a hint of surprize, "My duty is to see that the Princess' wishes are forfilled. And that, at the moment, may mean a loss of life." He said sadly. He heard her second point.

"I'm not going to kill you. Killing prisoners is not in Neo Tyr's style." He listend to her say her comment on the forces. "I... I know... But, I have to, you see, have to fight," He said, trying not to sound weak, "We may not win this, but we need to stay the course, or untill the Princess calls us out... But there is a blockaded harbor..." He said, standing and looking out the window at the transport fleet, sipping the last of his drink, with his aid never taking his eyes off Dashwood. "So we're trapped here." He said darkly, but without fear.

Independent Hitmen

09-10-2004, 18:34

{tag} had a nice big post typed out but the freaking forum asked for my password without me copying it. grrr

Dyelli Beybi

10-10-2004, 11:43

The few Mirages that got airborne didn't even bother to chase the F-18s back, although they were setting up a regular flight pattern just to make sure nobody tried to 'play funny buggers' again.

Generalfeldmarshall France, however was incensed. They'd hit the motorways North and East of the city, not that this impacted much on the opperation, they'd just have to ship supplies from Jesuitlem instead, but it was bloody annoying, right now he slumped down in front of his desk in the Provincial Capital, "I want every fighter and bomber we can scramble in there by nightfall." he ordered. "I want to make sure those Capitolist pigs never take another plane off those carriers. I want every damned carrier in that harbour either decorating the sea bed or with a great big gaping hole in the flight deck. Damnit we'll paint the sky black with planes."

His aides nodded, getting to the task of contacting all the Southern air bases and getting them coordinated for an attack within two hours.

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Evening began to fall over Fiord Harbour, outside the window of White's office the occasional explosion lit up the sky. They were still at it up there... idly White considered asking to have the girl back. He could do with someone to 'warm the sheets' right now, willing or otherwise. There was something about the young Commisaar that sparked a lust in White, she was young and highly attractive for a start, but more than that, he wanted to break the bitch's spirit before he killed her. Bloody little peasant upstart...

Just then there was a knock on the door, "What the devil?" White demanded.

The knock sounded again, "Open the bloody door and come in you cretin." he bawled.

An aide entered, bowing every couple of steps, "My Lord, the informant has contacted us again. They have some news of troop movements..."

White snatched the paper off the aide, "From the North, tomorrow evening?" he laughed, this had restored his mood somewhat, "Seems we're becoming a bit of an embarrassment to those Communist bastards. Lets embarrass them some more. Relay that info onto the Neo Tyr forces, we'll need some heavy anti-tank in that sector."

White laughed again, "Tell them if they do well he can keep the girl, she's a real looker."

Suddenly he paused, there was something at the bottom of the letter talking about a Battalion of some kind of vehicle called a 'Raum-Panzerkampfwagen VI', "What's this?" he asked the aide.

"Ahh.." the Aide replied, "To be honest all we know about it is it is based on a Model 6 chasis, it's some kind of experimental weapon."

"What?" White demanded angrily.

"Super heavy assault gun." the aide blurted out.

"Contact the informant and find out what the hell we're dealing with."

"Yessir!"

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Dashwood had seen this kind of pig headed obstinancy before...in herself for a start, she figured she'd probably be acting in exactly the same way as this young officer if their positions were reversed, "You can tell your lackey he can stop jabbing me in the back, I'm not going to escape any time soon, where would I go, anyway? I'm sure you and your army are more than capable of stopping one girl who's just been discharged from hospital."

She paused, looking at Vassal critically, "Besides, I think I'm safe with you Commander...I am safe with you aren't I Commander?"

She stared at him with those big brown frightened eyes...

Vrak

10-10-2004, 15:24

Somewhere in Vrak…

Translated from Vrakian.

-What is the latest intel report of Neo Tyr?
-We have received information via our man in the Privy Council. As well, Alcona and Hubris has been doing recon.
-And what of the rest?
-Nothing so far. The president wants to issue a formal declaration of war.
-Then, what is he waiting for?
-At this point, I would say is it making sure of the full mustering the resources needed.
-Hrump! Very well. Activate the new four projection fleets and one bombard group. Place the entire Northern HORDE ground forces on Level 2, as well as our entire Northern HORDE bomber flippers. Ready our costal defences in that sector as well.

The walrus turned and looked at the High Admiral and High Air Marshal, who gave their assent. In discussions such as these, these few, but very powerful walruses were quite knowledgeable of eachother’s forces and their capabilities. In other word, the official orders would filter from each respective office even though a brief discussion amongest themselves would indicate otherwise. Another walrus spoke.

-As welll, place out entire Northern HORDE logistical ships on standby. By Bok’s maw, we’ve got enough of those amphibuous carriers. Let’s use them. Let the rest of the Klatch know that we can most like offer our heavy lift capacity.
-Good idea, High Admiral. [He turned to his aide] – Do it.
-As you command.

The aide stepped out. The walruses began to murmer.

-This, well, isn’t so good. We need to discuss strategy here.
-Hmmm, yes. Especially with the other states.
-Right. Our intel is also incomplete. Intelligence Director?

A fourth walrus looked up.

-Ah, yes. Our agents are on it now. We should have a better idea of Neo Tyr within a few hours. We have no field agents there. This could be tricky, since we don’t know what our enemies may do in this situation.
-They will be crushed!
-That may be, but in this chessgame, we want to keep as many pieces as possible.

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If one had satellites zipping over the northern part of the Vrakian penninsula, an increase in activity would be noted.

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To: Theleb Kanaan , Minister of Foreign Affairs, Ilek-Vaad
From: Vrak Diplomatic Corps
Subject: Assistance

While the Diplomatic Corps can’t speak for the entire Klatch, we are quite happy that you are willing to lend the FKC your strength of arm. Your kind offer has been passed up to the Privy Council and the Office of the FKC president.

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Not all of the initial fighter/bombers were successful in their run. Still, losing 10 out of 36 was considered acceptable. They spun around and heading back for safety once their loads were discharged, making sure to fly high enough to hopefully avoid more AA fire. Engaging the Eurofighters was left up to the escort MiG Fulcrum interceptors, which screamed after them in fury.

The remaining JDF fighters, after losing five in the dogfights, pursued the superhornets enroute to the Vrakian blackjacks, although they didn’t know the enemies target yet.

The A-50 high above, however, did manage to put the pieces together once the Super hornets changed course. The bomber group was ordered to stay the course while one group of MiG-29s, 36 in all, broke away to engage. The other group was to provide escort should more enemy fighters come. The JDF fighters were also informed - although it seemed to be a hassle switcing to JDF comm protocols.

OOC: I can edit if anything I wrote seems goofy or unfair.

Independent Hitmen

10-10-2004, 18:46

<The New White House, J City>

President Anderson entered the building from the South Lawn as his helicopter took off behind him, swirling small pieces of grass into the air as it did so.

He was met by the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs and the Chief of Staff and they walked with him to the situation room.

The President was briefed on the ongoing situation in DB, and as a result ordered two carrier groups that were currently transiting the Suez Canal to monitor the situation, whilst not taking any action unless they were attacked.

An additional Surface Action group, lead by the Battleships Sabre and Hawk would join them from the Eastern Med, whilst another carrier would be travelling from its station in the Arabian Gulf towards them.

Neo Tyr

10-10-2004, 19:43

Johnny "Thunder" Smith was rather frusterated. He was being persued, which is something he hated (He never did score as high as he did on the simulator being persued), and to make matters worse those damn bomber's would fly away. He gave a fast order for some to provide cover and drop back, and other to go with him to take the blackjacks. The Superhornets here making a mad dash to the 2nd fleet's Mastodon, for they knew the Mariana was gone.

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Grant Dart was no happy man. He barely escaped the Mariana and was now on a little lifeboat, wet and cold, but most of all, sullen. God help anyone who got him even the slighest bit irritated now. He sat awaiting rescue.

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Vassal returned to his seat. "Yes, put your gun down, Rudvich." He said to his aid. Rudvich frowned, nodded, and put his gun to his side. Not that it mattered. There were some rumors, rumors, that Rudvich was once in Manhunter. If true, he wouldn't need a gun to kill Dashwood.

Vassal looked at her. "Don't worry, Miss Dashwood, you are safe with me. Executions are very rare back home, so they're rare in the army as well." He said, hopeing that it was true. He needed to review his manual on that, he had barely slid through the Acadamy, and he wouldn't be commanding this taskforce if it wasn't for his name.

Alcona and Hubris

10-10-2004, 21:41

Torrhaven, Island of Hubris, The United Duchies

Taskforce Wyvern and Taskforce Griffin had begun to arrive into the naval base. The massive, slow Soyuz III class battleships seemed an odd counterpart to the fast Amphibious Assault ships now moving towards the quays. At the same time, the light armor brigade of the fourth marine division was moving east out of Natha on the highway towards the same location.

Harrisville, Both Marches, The United Duchies

The lines of LST waiting to load tanks and troops filled the shallow parts of the harbor. The escorting destroyers and cruisers waited in the deeper water of the channel.

Out in the protected waters behind Black Rock Island, Fourth Fleet was reassembling from the four distinct taskforces it had been operating as for the past few years.

Thunderbay International Airport, Isle of Neubayern, The United Duchies
Two men sat inside of the government limo waiting for the Saab 2000, diplomatic aircraft to finish final preparation.

The taller of the two men, looked out the window. His black hair was slightly graying at his temples and his blue eyes were darker than normal with worry.

"Listen, Peter I really don't like delivering this…well…this mission isn't real diplomacy…"

Baron Hawthorne sat back in the black leather and looked at Lord Whitann. "I need someone who I can trust will deliver this message quickly and efficiently. What I do not need is some young buck…"

The Lord turned and looked at the Outer Minister, "Listen you've already made a mess of things once, I just don't want to…walk into a trap."

"Don't worry, we have exchanged diplomatic assurances that they are willing to receive you. Now don't worry, consider this the fist grand step in your new career." He looked out of the aircraft at the marine approaching the car.

"Now then, the plane is waiting. Enjoy your trip…"

The Lord stepped out of the car and walked forward towards the waiting diplomatic aircraft. Back in the limo the Baron mused, "Well at least I won't lose anyone toopolitically important."

Dyelli Beybi

10-10-2004, 23:27

With fuel running low, the Dyelli Beybian fighters began to disengage and retreat back to their home airbases. All up 20 Typhoons, 9 Blackjacks and 4 Eurofighters had been lost in the commotion. They hadn't expected such heavy fighter resistance, and the Typhoons hadn't done their job properly.

If, however the forces from Neo Tyr thought this might be the end of it, it was far from it. Already another 300 signals could be picked up coming in from the East. This was a slightly different force, made up mostly of Mirage 2000 fighters with a few (36) Tu-95MS or 'Bear' bombers pulling up the rear. Each of these was armed with 6 'Kent' anti-shipping missiles, in the same way the Blackjacks had been in the last attack wave, except this time they would all be trying to hit the one target... the Mastodon

Engage the enemy Carrier, we want any fighters we don't shoot down to have to ditch into the Sea...or try to land at the Airport

There were a few snickers from the pilots at the suggestion of landing at the airport. The airport was a few miles out of town and as such had been occupied by Government forces nearly immediately. The only reason they weren't using it to launch planes was because if there was any artillery in the town they could land shells on it and waste some very expensive aircraft.

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Anyone watching Saint Guineford's Bay far in the East of the country would notice quite a bit of activity in that area (OOC: Fiord Harbour is in the West). Tanks, trucks, assault guns and all sorts of other weapons were streaming into the city, while the main fleet at anchor in the Bay was also abuzz with activity...

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"Thank you Commander." Dashwood's smile was infectious.

Inwardly she was more relieved that he had called her 'miss', than that he had said 'executions were scarce, it seemed to imply he was regarding her as more than just an enemy combatant. She seemed about to add something when one of the Tzarist troopers stepped through the doorway, carrying a couple of pieces of paper.

He eyed the Commisaar with loathing as he handed them over to Vassal, "Lord White sends the Tzar's complements and says he'll meet with you on the morrow."

The trooper paused, "He also sends word that our informant has given word of a major attack through the North of the city tomorrow at dusk, that's about 24 hours from now. He hopes your men will be able to set up some decent anti-tank fire. He also adds that they Communists may be using some new kind of experimental assault gun, and if by any chance you bump into one, try to get a shot at it's roof."

This was all documented on the piece of paper. Thier was no indication though as to what this new 'experimental assault gun' would look like. In the background, some noise that sounded a bit like a PA system could be heard, although very faintly. It was impossible to work out what was being said over the trooper's talking.

The trooper hiked a thumb at Dashwood, "You can keep her for now, 'spoils of war'."

The young Commisaar was returning a venemous glare, "Oh yes." he continued, "that second message is from her lot, you might like to read it yourself, but we suggest you don't follow their request, better dead that with the Reds."

The trooper bowed and departed.

On closer inspection the note would read,

From: Grossadmiral von Scheer
To: Rebel Forces in Fiord Harbour
Subject: Fighter pilots in the water

We are sending out a series of small patrol boats to retrieve downed pilots of both sides from the water. These vessels will be unarmed save for a single ADGM unit (twin 50mm gattling guns). We request that they do not be fired on while retrieving pilots.

"What is that?" Dashwood asked. She seemed to have found her tongue since the trooper had departed, "It isn't anything to do with a POW exchange is it?" she added hopefully.

In the silence after her question, the PA system could be heard, it was very faint, coming from far away, probably from across the other side of the harbour where the front line effectively was, Neo Tyr Soldiers, surrender now. Why die miles from home to try to reinstall a corrupt regime the people do not want? Surrender now and you will be treated kindly...

"That would be the Cheka." Dashwood added helpfully, "They set those big speakers up on the back of half-tracks. They'll keep that up all night."

Neo Tyr

11-10-2004, 03:31

Johnny watched a bomber go down, it's twisting, burning remains being swallowed by the eternal ocean. He heard some cheers on his headphone. He smiled. "Now don't get cocky now, boys, it's not over." He said, with the wings heading towards the Mastodon to refuel. Two AGEIS Crusiers would be heading to the fleet soon, but red tape kept the Aircraft carrier Reliant away from the strife...

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Richard was tapping his foot nerviously on the highest floor of the Neo Tyr Government Building. He hated long waits. This 'diplomat' would be coming any day now. It did not look good. He stared over the huge, busteling city of Kyrall. He hoped to god it would stay safe. It had to. Besides, "Roland the Mad" had put up defenses not too long ago, Richard thought, trying to reassure himself. He walked to his chair and flung himself in it. It would be a long night...

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Vassal returned a smile to Dashwood. He was very homesick and happy to see a friendly face, even if it was the enemy. Then the solider bursted in. Vassal listend to him, and read the first note. "Hmm... My compliments to Lord White, and tell him we'll do what we can. You are dismissed." He then heard the last bit on Dashwood and the second note.

He darkend his gaze at the soldier when he left. "'Spoil of war'? Who does he think I am! I'm a noble, for Christ's sakes..." He said fuming, then read the second note. He glanced at Dashwood. "I'm sorry, but nothing of an exchange. But I suppose I'll comply, for now..." He said pocketing it.

He listened to Dashwood's words on the speakers. "I dearsay it won't be good for moral..." He sighed. "Rudvich, go send a messenger to get the anit-vehical weapons from the lander." The aid nodded and left quickly, but not before signalling a troop outside to take his place. Rudvich didn't like this 'Dashwood' character, and he had learned to never take chanses.

Vassal looked at Dashwood. "Is there any chanse for diplomancy with your people? To end the conflict?" Vassal did not want to continue to fight, and just wanted some peace.

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"GOD DAMNIT ALL TO HELL!!!" Dart roared. He couldn't get the damn compass to work, it was broken in his opinion. He looked over the ocean, he could see nothing.

Suddenly one of the ex-bridge officers pointed to a black spek on the horizion and shouted. Dart knocked him down and waved. "AHOY!!!" He yelled with the other surviors, trying to gain attention. He thought it was from Neo Tyr. He was a world off, pointing to the socialist patrolls.

Dyelli Beybi

11-10-2004, 05:16

The boat they had caught sight of was the D.B.P.S. Smolny. It was about 40 metres long and about 6 at it's widest. With night falling the sea was bathed orange. A large search light had been mounted to the front of the deck, on top of the small double gunned turret. Right now it was trained on Dart's liferaft. Someone appeared on deck, although he was little more than a shadow behind the glaring search light, "Throw down your weapons and we'll take you aboard!" came a megaphone enhanced voice.

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Back on land Dashwood laughed, "It's because you're a noble that they suggested it. Back in the good old days, shooting peasants was regarded as a socially acceptable hobby."

There was a rattle of gunfire somewhere in the twilight, he had mentioned an end to the fighting, and that was exactly what Dashwood wanted at this point, if Neo Tyr retired from the fight the battle would be over within the day, "Of course they'll negotiate, but they're not going to let you get out of here with your weapons, and depending upon how angry the President has got you may end up in a POW camp... that's the National President in Vrak, not the High Chancellor of Dyelli Beybi."

She paued for a few moments, then gave a slight smile, "I'm sorry, I'm just trying to think of what they'll do with your ships, they may want to empound them, they'll definantely take the missiles and ammuniton off... only thing is they will shoot the Tzar if they get their hands on him, and probably White as well, the other Tzarists will get extended prison sentences... and when I say extended I mean the kind you don't ever get released from.

"If you are thinking of ending it, I hope you'll also think of taking me out with you, White won't be happy, but effectively he can't stop you, you have more soldiers who are better trained and have better weapons. I can definantely help things along a bit for you in return, I am a Political Officer after all."

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In the Sky to the East...

300 nautical miles to the target

Affirmative. Entering into range for the bombers now. Shall we fire

Negative. The last attack was carried out at 100 nautical miles, but those fighters got too close. We'll fire at 200 nautical miles this time.

Understood. 15 minutes until we're in range... with any luck they won't even pick us up on radar.

High above the clouds the A50s circled...

United Roman States

11-10-2004, 06:21

After much deliberation in the Parliment it was decided to reject the Royalists plea for aid. The Parliment is now deliberating wether to take the side of the communists in the region and wether to send in any kind of relief or military aid to the region.

New Shiron

11-10-2004, 07:00

To the Peoples Government of Dyelli Byelli
From the Imperial Government of New Shiron and its Dominions

We are willing to offer our services to broker a cease fire in order to end the pointless fighting in your nation. A useful goal would be the pull out of Neo Tyr naval and ground forces without further loss of life, and the evacuation of refugees seeking to flee the area, including rebel forces and leaders.

Such a cease fire would serve to end the rebellion in your country and end the useless loss of life on both sides that further fighting will bring.

Respectively,
Lord Harrington, Minister of State of the Empire of New Shiron and Dominions of Upper Big Sur, New Cynthia and New Kern

(released to the press as well as communicated directly to the government of Dyelli Byelli)

(a second message is sent by coded message from previously agreed on codes with the rebels)

To His Majesty the Tzar of Dyelli Byelli
From Her Majesty Queen Gabrielle of New Shiron, Empress of Upper Big Sur, New Cynthia and New Kern

It has come to our attention that your position is rapidly becoming desperate as supporting naval and ground forces from Neo Tyr have suffered heavy losses and are facing defeat. The Klatchian Alliance has moved in massive forces into your area, far stronger than anything we could hope to break through in the short time necessary to save your rebellion.

Therefore, we recommend that you consider evacuation if possible, and if not, we offer our services to attempt to evacuate you and your closest advisors to another nation.

Sincerely,

Gabrielle Surina O'Connor
Queen of New Shiron

Dyelli Beybi

11-10-2004, 08:34

The message from New Shiron had reached the Office of the High Chancellor who screwed it up and threw it away, "Really, these people really don't get what's going on."

"No they don't." agreed Felix Dzerzhinsky.

The head of the Cheka was involved in an evening meeting with the High Chancellor over the East Benjian matter. It was 8:00 pm in Cyro, meaning it was 7:00 in Fiord Harbour - East Benjia was an hour behind, "Do they think we're crazy?" Collins demanded, "Let them get away and start this whole business up again. No deal. I don't care whether Neo Tyr pulls out or not, but I don't want one of those Tzarist bastards getting out."

"I'll tell them we don't negotiate with terrorists shall I?" Felix asked.

Collins nodded, "Any luck finding the informant?"

The Commisaar shook his head, "Dashwood is missing, I think she may have been caught. Otto is distraught."

Collins winced, "I'd hate to be in her shoes now... understandable for Otto, the girl is practically his daughter."

"In any case." Dzerzhinsky replied, "I've given O'Booze the go ahead to launch a land attack, I'm figuring when we overun their positions we might find documents giving us an indication as to who the informant is."

Collins nodded, "Good, good, just make sure Otto doesn't do anything stupid."

"Already under control." Felix lied, "We've got him under lock and key at his house."

In truth, Felix had no idea who the informant was, so had called on his old friend, the one time High Chancellor, Otto Himmler and his own personal network of agents. Occasionally, very occasionally there were places even the Cheka couldn't go, and in these times it paid to have a totally independent force to call upon. Nobody knew, nobody knew save the two of them, even the High Chancellor didn't know, you never knew who you could trust.

From: Commisaar Felix Dzerzhinsky, Office of the High Chancellor
To: The Imperial Government of New Shiron and its Dominions
Subject: Negotiations

We will not negotiate with terrorists, howeverwe are willing to let the forces from Neo Tyr negotiate terms for surrender should they chose to approach us.

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Simultaneously White was writing away...

From: Lord White, Office of Tzar George VIII
To: The Imperial Government of New Shiron and its Dominions
Subject: Evacuation

Indeed it can be concluded that this attempt to seize what is ours has been a failure at this time. Evacuation seems to be a good option for key members of the Nobility, however we are not confident it can be carried out safely, the waters are heavily blockaded. Their are planes, submarines and surface vessels all maintaining the blockade and we do not have any spaces where anything more than a helicopter can land. AA defences outside the city are also considerable. We do hope that some way of extraction can be dreamed up, or else our situation may soon prove impossible.

Vrak

11-10-2004, 12:51

Some of the MiG Fulcrums that accompanies the initial bombing run also did not make it. AA fire was heavier than anticipated and the few Eurofighters did not provide too much resistance, considering that two full groups of 36 planes each were thrown at them. Still, the Neo Tyr pilots certainly seemed well trained. The losses on the Vrakian side were minimal, but still acceptable. That night, 10 brave pilots from the 34th Vrak fightergroup were on their way to meet Bok, the Walrus god. The 39th group managed to escape unscathed while the retreating 26 Su34s from the 32nd fighter group neared Massingrad These fighters, now 62 in all, moved to clear a path in the sky for the incoming Blackjacks.

[OOC: Sorry, I don’t know how many fighters you threw up in this particular engagement Neo Tyr]

By now, the rest of the bombers and fighters touched down. Since the JDF was also engaged, then why not use those resources? Besides, some folks believed that the Southern HORDE Air Marshal will catch some flack for mobilizing entire flippers – when just wings would have been sufficient.

The 2nd group of the JDF 309th wing continued to pursue the Neo Tyr aircraft. For some reason they still proved to be elusive. Meanwhile, the enemy superhornets were targetted by a full wing (108) of Vrakian aerial interceptors, the Su-37s. The enemy damaged some of the Klatch – now it was time to make them pay.

As well, the remaining squadrons of the JDF 309th launched into the air along with three bomber squadrons from the 3rd bomber group. It was doubtful as to whether they would actually be needed since intel filtered back showed that Dyellian and Vrakian strikes did considerable damage.

Alcona and Hubris

11-10-2004, 15:30

100 miles outside of the territorial limits of Neo Tyr.
Neo Tyr, this is Alcona five seven Alpha Tango Tango with special Envoy, Lord Whitmann requesting to land at Kyrell International Airport.

The modified Saab 2000 was on a direct course. Obviously the electronics of some signal scramblers and a discreet camera pod were all of the obvious modifications to the diplomatic aircraft. Those and the large green griffin on the tail.

Emp Flash Signal
Naval Code A T J 887 JH8
ALERT PRIORITY ONE--
All ships of fifth fleet are to immediately find and shadow vessels from the nation of Neo Tyr. Expect free-engagement orders at any time from either side. Focus should be on any warships and then civilian vessels carrying possible war supplies. Prize Rules shall be in effect from this moment for all justified use of force.

OOC: Where is Neo Tyr 2nd Fleet?

New Shiron

11-10-2004, 16:55

To Lord White
From Admiral William Nelson

A rescue plan is being drawn up and an attempt can be made within 24 hours.

New Shiron

11-10-2004, 17:49

to Lord White
From Admiral Nelson

Rescue plan in place, forces will be in position at midnight, expect helicopter rescue and we can evacuate up to 360 people although risk is high. Any effort to suppress local government ground based air defenses would be useful. Request Neo Tyr attempt to deal with ground based air defenses if possible before they withdraw (assuming they do).

Dyelli Beybi

11-10-2004, 22:51

From: Lord White, Ofices of Tzar George VIII
To: Admiral William Nelson
Subject: AA fire

While exact AA positions are unknown we feel it is unrealistic to assume we will be able to deal with all AA potential, simply put, there is too much AA to even hope to destroy half of it. As such we are sending a list of all possible AA targets in the vicinity of the city.

255 Flak Model 4-O. A modified tank, designed to engage targets flying at all altitudes, has an attached air search/targeting radar. It also has anti-cruise missile potential.

90 Flak-G. Towed flak installation, identical radar array to the Flak Model 4-O and a quad 20mm rapid fire cannon array.

180 Flak-M. Similar radar again with ultra-long range missiles with anti-cruise missile potential.

39 251/5. half-tracks are present in the vicinity of the city. These are less of a threat, having an inferior radar designed to pick up slow nearby targets such as helicopters. They are armed with a number of close range missiles which in theory could engage a cruise missile, however the radar fitted is incapable of picking them up.

360 hand-held Stinger missile launchers.

Types of Missile

SAM 4 - Up to nearly 200 nautical miles range. Present on the Flak-M and Flak Model 4-0. Not present in any vast quantities. Each unit costs $80,000 to manufacture so the Communist dogs may be unwilling to fire too many.

SAM 3 - 3 nautical miles range. Used primarily to intercept cruise missiles and engage helicopters. Found on all forms of AA in the city save the Flak-G. Valued at $3,000 per unit.

Neo Tyr

12-10-2004, 01:27

((The 2nd fleet is around 110 miles from the coast of Dyelli Beybi))

Johnny's tornado landed on the Mastodon along with the remains of his unit. A fraintic mechanic ran out. "Move it! Go!"

Johnny laughed. "Fill my bird up first, fool! What are we up against?"

The operator frowned. "A lot, I'm not certain!" Johnny frowned. "But I heard the Ra Cilume, Jugement, and the Sunflower just rejoined the fleet." Those three were equiped with the AGEIS system, hopefully they'd help.

Johnny nodded. "Right. We need the AA. Fill up my bird, take a look at Patchi's and Randel's, and get the rest of the Euro's out. Superhornets back?"

The mechanic shook his head. "Soon..."

Johnny nodded and hopped out and walked to an unmanned Eurofighter. DAMN he haited double sorties...

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Dart heard the accent, and put the peices together. He was silent for a few moments, then broke out a, "DAMN IT! YOU &**#@IN IDIOT, JAMES!", whipping his rifle in the ocean, and chasitsing the young officer who pointed the ship out. He was now a POW, how swell.

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Vassal frowned. "But I can't just run away. These rebels... They hate your communism, Miss Dashwood. And will be killed for fighting the power, to reisit a regime they find opresive... I couldn't live with myself if I ran away... I can't..." He sighed and pondered. "But If we do head away, I'll be sure to take you... Don't worry." He said, trying to remian true to The True Noble's Code.

He signaled a soldire with darkish skin in the back and spoke to him in an odd language. They talked for a few seconds, then the soldier left. Vassal looked at Dashwood. "The laungage of the natives of Neo Tyr. We all need to learn it at school." He said with a smiled. His orders were to aid in the evacuation, which would be a high priority. The rest of the soldiers left, ready to fight. Vassal sat alone untill Rudvich entered again.

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Richard stood on the runway of the airport. He had heard the plane just had clearance and was waiting. He was praying to god that this wouldn't turn ugly, but he had a kevlar vest under his suit and bodygaurds nearby. He waited for the plane to land and to greet the ambasidor...

New Shiron

12-10-2004, 04:05

at a National Guard command center in East Hills, New Shiron, a room full of programmers and hackers urgently worked away on the information highway. The deadline was fast approaching and if the Klatchian satellite and communications systems were to be fooled, the hacks and worms had to be in play soon.

Meanwhile, at bases all across New Shiron, ground crews hurriedly finished fueling tankers, bombers, electronic warfare aircraft and long range helicopters. The first take offs would have to be soon, and dusk was only a few hours away.

At sea, the bulk of the Imperial Navy steamed north northwest at 30 knots toward the point of departure. Ahead of them, a number of submarines hurried to position as well, although luckily the diesel electric subs hadn't really left the area yet in any case (as they were too slow to move away quickly when the fleet had left earlier in the week).

Admiral Vercingtorix smoked a cigerette aboard the bridge of his command ship Ark Royal, a light carrier packed with VSTOL fighters, AEW helicopters and ASW helicopters. The moment was approaching.

The Queen was hold to her word, whatever the price. The honor of the Empire was at stake.

Dyelli Beybi

12-10-2004, 12:47

200 Nautical miles from the Neo Tyr Fleet things were hotting up again. As bomber after bomber began to let loose a stream of missiles aimed mostly at the Mastodon, although invariably one or two pilots had selected the wrong target and fired at the wrong ship. All up some 216 missiles were launched. The fighters circled aimlessly, not particularly wanting to get into a fight, but if someone decided a launch a counter attack they would be there to protect the bombers.

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Dashwood frowned in a slightly confused sort of way, "Oppressed? I thought this was all to do with the Tzar and his cronies wanting his Kingdom back."

She drummed her fingers on the table, in a distracted manner. In the distance the propaganda van had stopped broadcasting. Either someone had knocked it out, or...

Dashwood pushed the idea out of her mind, night had fallen and she was feeling very very tired, being captured trying to cross enemy lines did tend to have that effect. Suddenly she was wide awake, she'd heard that whistling noise before...

Before anyone could stop her she'd flung herself under the table, "Get down!"

A split second later and a deafening explosion rent the air, shattering the windows of the cafe but otherwise leaving the place more or less unharmed. Then there was silence, except for the rining in everyone's ears. Then another explosion, further off this time, "Is there a cellar?" she suggested, "Only it's probably safer down there."

Outside of town, the artillery gunners altered their aim. They were aiming at the areas of greatest enemy troop concentrations in the hope of knocking out the chain of Command. Civilians were bound to get hurt, but hey, that was war.

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The Computer was registered an attack. The attack was noted. It was aimed at Sattelites. The Sattelites were taken offline, for all the good that would do. The military used high flying A50s to coordinate communications, and accessing the military network was next to impossible unless you were actually on a military computer.

DBFC Automobile was also having trouble with it's stock Computers. So it shut them down and went back to paper filing systems, most of the clerks trusted them more anyway.

The main problems were at the state owned oil factories out in the desert where the late shift were forced to run everything manually, decreasing production quite markedly.

Eamon Collins was woken with news of what was a fairly obvous computer attack on the National Infrastructure and in the way he usually did when given news he didn't like in the middle of the night, flew into a rage. Someone was going to pay...

Moleland

12-10-2004, 13:04

Tag

Alcona and Hubris

12-10-2004, 13:13

Third Fleet
The Vice Admiral looked at the position plot. "Well, it seems if the JDF is about to throw a whole pile of bombers at those Neo Tyr flat tops..."

The captain of the A.R.N. Chronos nodded. "Yes sir, however it looks like they have been reinforced by a few AGEIS cruisers..."

The Vice Admiral nodded and turned. "I want an order out to tactical. All Heavy Missle Cruisers are to launch a full broadside of shipwrecks. I want the heaviest concentration on flat tops with those cruisers as secondary targets. Also any enemy aircraft are to be delt with immediatly"

The man pulled off his hat and pondered the situation. "Tell Mitchell and his battlewagon squadron to go clean out anything left in Fjiord harbor. Send a junior flat top and escort for air protection. And tell Billings over on the A.R.N Orion to put some more AWAC's up top. His job is to keep an eye out for any incomming air-craft or ship killers."

"Aye, Aye Admiral..."

****
Kyrell
The diplomatic aircraft landed without incident. The aircraft's onboard cameras taking close-up pictures of the facility. The Jet taxied near Richard stopped and let it's jet engines wind down before the door was opened and the internal stairs let down.

The man who appeared, gray starting to show in his hair, his thin 5'8" frame in a tailor made gray suit, stepped down the gangway and walked towards the welcoming party.

The eyes of the man were a bit nervous as he approached the group, and his hand seemed to be gripping the handle of the metal case he carried with a death grip.

The nobleman stopped five feet from the party, gave a short bow and said, "I am Special Envoy Lord Whitmann here to discuss the South Klatchian Sea incident with the Neo Tyr government."

JDF South SAT 4
It was one of the newer satilites in orbit since the Dozle war. And pentrating the encryption of the control code was going to need a super computer. Unfortunatly inside proved to be even more problematic. The system had a backup security A.I., fairly simple...but the outputted machine code read
0101201201...

Alcona and Hubris

12-10-2004, 13:36

The 4 Missle Cruisers
Seeing the Deyllian Launched decided to sneek in behind it. 80 Shipwreck missles hit the sky and started to fly towards their targets. Six each had been targeted on the AGEIS cruisers, and additional twenty went for the Mastodon The remaining missles flew high at Mach 2.5 at any battleships in the group. Primarily as decoys, their 750 kg warhead would likely cause most CWIS systems to focus in on them.

(working on post just before D.B. posted)

Vrak

12-10-2004, 14:17

OOC: Huh? Didn’t Johnny attack my bombers? I’m a bit mixed up here.

IC:

The 36 Vrakian bombers let loose their payload once they came within 150 nautical miles. Unfortunately, 4 got a bit too close and were taken out by AA fire from the Aegis destroyers while another 4 were shot down by the enemy aircraft. Still that left 28, which should be more than enough…

The deadly Kent missiles, perhaps becoming a familiar sight to the Neo Tyr forces, targetted primarily the carriers. Secondary targets would include the destroyers and other ships. The previous 62 MiGs circled high overhead, but 2 said hello to AA death. If nothing else, some new pilots will be trained to be more cautious of anti-aitcraft fire. They were starting to get a bit low on fuel and would head back soon.

The first A-50s headed back to base. It was deemed too risky to put up tankers with the amount of enemy fighers in the vicinity. Some more from the corridor itself were heading out anyhow. Meanwhile, the JDF bombers began to pick their targets, depending on how much damage was caused by the latest strike.

The virus attack played havoc with Vrakian civilian satellites and spread down into the civilian computer networks. However, the large corporations were, in a word, nearly as secure as the military but experienced some glitches. One less secure military site was shut down for a few hours – a recruiting site. The military wisely had their own networks but even still, a few brushfires had to be put out. Critical systems remained – but some resources had to be allocated that could have been better served in the ongoing engagement. However, some lesser governmental systems were affected, notably traffic The capital of Vrak now was in gridlock.

Still, one Vrakian military satellite did not shut down fast enough. It now was an inert lump of metal. The other satellites were saved, but now a blind spot had temporarily been created.

At the main naval yards in the capital, replendish efforts for two projection fleets were hampered. Even though they had dedicated rail lines, some unauthorized switching was detected. The IT techs estimated that it would take a few hours to clean the system out.

Counter cyber warfare attacks were now put into place once the intruder was identified. There was always a chance that some 13 year old kid with his brand new Icky 4000 would be chatting to his friends about the latest “cool” event.

Ilek-Vaad

12-10-2004, 14:44

Within hours Tactical Group Revenge was readied and underway, cruising at a steady 34kts towards international waters off of the Klatch.

Command Admiral Coyohuitl (Victor of Yasmarea) sipped his coffee in the Revenge's Fire Control as he watched the RASTER images on the giant plasma screens, watching the battle unfold in real time. He paused and clicked on his com to Tollan Fire Control.

"Tollan , this is Revenge, we are underway. Awaiting further instructions. Over."

The Leftenant on the other end responded " Acknowledged. Proceed to these marks and hold. Await further orders from Tollan, until then radio silence. Over."

The Admiral transferred the incoming co-ordinates to the helm "Steady as she goes ensign."

In lock step all of the other ships in the group mirrored the moves of the Revenge.

*****

Command General Ring once again scanned over the duty roster. "Leftenant, Tactical Group Lhasa Vaad is up, put them on alert status."

The Leftenant nodded "Yes sir." as he clicked the 'ready' icon under the Lhasa Vaad's icon.

General Ring typed a quick IM to the First Republican (who is in session and can't receive calls) 'Tactical Group Revenge in transit. Awaiting further orders.'

General Ring then relaxed and awaited word from the Council.

******

Meanwhile in the House of the Republic, the Minister of Defence was briefing the Council on the Klatchian situation.

"A purely internal matter in Dyelli Beybi has begun to spiral out of control. Nations have come forward supporting the reactionary terrorists of the 'Czar' (snorts of disdain from the Council, nobility is most decidely not respected in the Free Republic) and have actually sent in regular armed forces to prop up the fascist coupe. The First Republican and I, have deployed the Tactical Group Revenge. Once again dimwitted foreigners have stepped in to cause international chaos in what was a minor and controlled situation. Once again we are in a position to act, and I suggest we do."

The First Republican nodded " If the Council Approves , and if the Federal President of the Klatch requests it I will order the Revenge to aid the JDF in eliminating hostile forces."

The Council voted, six to four. The First Republican smiled.

"Very well, if requested, the Free Republic will render aid to the Federated Klatchian Coast. Now, about the proposed I-75 expressway...................."

New Shiron

12-10-2004, 17:41

as night began to fall, special operations helicopters flew north northwest towards their meeting with the 1st Fleet

Coming up fast behind them were EW aircraft and tankers, and further behind them, Backfires were taxiing into position to begin their take off runs.

The fleet, still moving fast at 30 knots, was nearly in postion.

Hopefully Klatchian Ocean Surveillience satellites were either blinded or their reports ignored in the chaos of the ongoing cyber attack.

Admiral Vercingtorix smoked yet another cigerette, starting his second pack of the day.

A lot was riding on a rather complex plan. He wished his son wasn't flying one of the helicopters.

Dyelli Beybi

12-10-2004, 22:15

In a building just outside of town, Lieutenant-General Sanchez was woken by a hammering on his door, "Bugger off!" he yelled angrily, it was bloody late and hard enough to sleep with the infantry shelling the city.

"Sir, the Generalfeldmarschall is here to see you." a voice called from the other side of the door.

"Shit." Sanchez swore as he fell out of bed, "Tell him I'll be there in a minute!"

It took him three to get downstairs in what passed for his uniform. The Generalfeldmarschall was waiting, his field grey uniform immaculate around his wide Gerth.

"Sir!" Sanchez saluted.

"At ease." the Generalfeldmarschall seemed in a bit of a hurry, "Lieutenant-General Sanchez, 1st Benjian Panzergrenadiers?"

"Yessir!" Sanchez was begining to wonder what this was all about.

"Rouse your men. You attack at 2 am approach from the East."

Sanchez was stunned, "Ah, aren't we attacking at dusk tomorrow from the South?"

The Generalfeldmarschall shook his head, "You have been briefed on the mole in the Cheka, correct? Well it seems certain the enemy would know our battle plan by now, so I have decided to move it forward a little..."

New Shiron

13-10-2004, 02:52

sent via code at 838 PM

To His Majesty the Tzar of Dyelli Byelli
From Her Majesty the Queen of New Shiron

The time has come for a final decision. Has the time come for you to evacuate? Our satellite information indicates that a full scale assault is coming soon on your position, and that the supporting fleet from Neo Tyr has taken severe losses.

Our helicopters can reach you at midnight at the coordinates you have previously indicated (ooc, I assume somebody on the ground there gave us a reasonable safe LZ choice, as far as they knew anyway)

Do you wish to be evacuated. Please respond at once. If not, then we can attempt the mission perhaps one more time tomorrow night. After that, it is unlikely that it will be successful.

Please respond within 30 minutes othewise the time window will close.

Alcona and Hubris

13-10-2004, 03:43

Internal Security Section, Alcona and Hubris
ISS had been caught flat footed by the entire cyber attack. It had caused chaos across several important civilian networks. At the present time, an order had been issued that tommorow would be an emergency bank holiday. The damage wasn't going to be too bad, the virus hadn't been able to move across to memory. ISS never really had been intrested in the goings on outside of the United Duchies.

International Investigation Service
IIS was not involved in triage. It was involved in stopping any future attacks. A minion of IIS was reporting to his boss, and Mr. Black the name given to the head of Marine Special Ops.

"Well at present sir we see, ah...we have traced it back to a group of kids..."

"Kids? Your telling me that we have a gang of hackers off doing damage..."

"Well, that is what it appears to be...they have been boasting on irc..."

"Except they are attacking the Klatch...why? Why not Drakonia, or some harder target. Hell getting into Deylli Beybi isn't that hard, a decade ago they still did most of their banking using paper rather than any form of electronics....no...If they went after us or Vrak, but the entire Klatch? In the middle of this...No, do some more digging...it might be kids. And I might have to send a message...but I think we should let the Marshals deal with that..."

Navy Intel
The Navy had followed SOP for an virus attack on the nation's networks. Shut down its own networks so that only deparmental and ship intranets worked, contain all infections, and disinfect. There was presently no way into the naval networks from anywhere other than a naval terminal. And that would only get you so far.

"Sir, we have a teletype...from LOW, it appears that the JDF backup systems have proven uneffected by the attacks." An anylyst said to the watch officer.

"Well, what do they report?"

"New groups of ships moving north in South Klatchian Sea...destination and type unknown...they appear to be gathering at one location..."

"Damn, that place looks like a damn used ship lot. Hell we've got three fleets already milling about and now some newbie."

"Yes sir..."

"Tell Third Fleet, and ask the Var to keep us updated...."

Third Fleet, Teletype
At 14:22 Hours Thunderbay time several groups of ships were imaged gathering in South Klatchian Sea. Destination, type and intent unknown...this fleet has been named Bogey Delta...will inform Third Fleet of all known movements. Consider Hostile....

New Shiron

13-10-2004, 04:48

On the bridge of the Ark Royal, Admiral Vercingtorix lit up yet another cigerette. Luckily there was still a 30 knot breeze blowing or his staff would have long ago been smothered in the constant stream of smoke.

He watched as crews hurriedly finished refueling the 4 large helicopters and then the flight crews began to board them. His son looked up at the bridge and saluted, and his eyes misty, he returned it.

His Flag Captain gently cleared his throat as he watched the young aviator wave from the flight deck below. "Sir, It's almost time. Should I give the order to launch?'

"Not yet, we are still waiting for the go code."

Just then the intercom buzzed and his Operations Officer spoke

"Sir, I think the Klatchians may be on to us. The Admirality reports that a ocean surviellace satelite may have spotted us a few minutes ago. Apparently they weren't able to fry that one and it probably got off a spot report."

"I understand, order all ships to prepare for action but weapons are to remain tight. Tell the Admirality it is about time to fish or cut bait."

"Aye Aye Sir."

Vrak

13-10-2004, 06:14

Isochronous

13-10-2004, 10:11

ENCODED TELEGRAM
From: His Majesty Emperor Tamazoid I
To: Dyelli Beybi Monarchist Forces

Dear good men and women.

The Holy Isochron Empire will not sit by whilst the communists attempt to annihilate you. We have massive forces enroute, and we will not stop until we have liberated every bit of your turf from communist forces. The bombing of communist positions is beginning as I speak. Men will follow - in the order of hundreds of thousands initially, to give your troops much relief.

Good Luck.

His Majesty Emperor Tamazoid I

Ilek-Vaad

13-10-2004, 14:54

**********
Encryption - MAX - VMHC protocols - route: international - Ilek-Vaad Military Command - route complete
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To: Ilek-Vaad Military Command
From: FKC President's office c/o Vrak Military High Command

We would be grateful for you assistance in the blockade efforts. In fact, if you happen to engage the enemy in combat and destroy them, why, we would have to celebrate over some fine ales.

Included in this document are the primary IFF codes for the present JDF, Dyellian, and Alconian forces in the area.

Also be aware that the enemy has launched a cyber attack on the FKC computer network so be prepared for that.

We look foward to victory together.

Command General Ring read the message as it came through. "Leftenant, Give the green light to Revenge, have them clear any forces hostile to the Klatch from the surrounding waters. My Life for the Republic."

The Leftenant nodded as he clicked the 'engage' icon.

"Leftenant isolate the RASTER grid in case someone is foolish enough to try and hack us, alert the Black Guard to monitor the Retaliatory Guard Grid."

*****

Seconds later the bridge of the Revenge went red as the sirens sounded. Admiral Coyohuitl stood and gripped the railing.

"Captain full ahead, split the group, leave the slower carriers behind with a screen of Arsenal Cruisers and Wolf-Hound submarines. The rest of the fleet ahead at 40 knots. What is our range?"

The capatin checked "1200 sir, we are in range for an air strike."

The Admiral sat back down and nodded "Ready the Orions, hold off until we're closer, let's not send up aircraft until we can give them support." He paused and looked up at the plasma screens "Those ships there (New Shiron's fleet), captain, whose are they?"

The Captain magnified the images "They aren't Klatchian sir, they are coming from the south just like us."

The Admiral nodded "Alert the JDF forces of their location, move in behind them to bottle them up.Limber the cruise missles and the Ship Destroyers, as soon as we are in range slow and fill the ballast tanks so that we can hit them hard. My Life for the Republic."

The Captian using the IFF codes provided by Vrak to alert the JDF to New Shiron's fleet and to let them know they would be bottling them up. Unfortunately New Shiron's naval assets and the Revenge were following nearly identical routes.

*****

To: President of The Federated Klatchian Coast
From: First Republican , Scipio Nemaraan

We have received your request for military aid and we have directed our naval assets in the area to do all they can to assist you. It is our hope that this conflict will be ended quickly and decisively.

New Shiron

13-10-2004, 16:49

FLASH OPERATIONAL IMMEDIATE

Operation Vegas is cancelled at once, all forces are to immediately to return to base at best speed.

aboard the carrier Ark Royal, Admiral Vercingtorix looked at the satellite pictures uploaded on his computer screen and lit yet another cigerette, finishing his second pack.

Nodding, he sighed in relief at how close it had been.

"Order all ships to turn about and head for home captain."

"Do we send word to the Tzar?"

"No, he failed to mention the odds when he requested help, and neglected to mention at any point what we would be facing should we help him. Sounds like he would not have been the man to free his people if he is willing to throw us away like that. But forward the informtion to Neo Tyr. They deserve to know what is coming toward them."

New Shiron

13-10-2004, 16:52

Message sent in the clear to the Ilak Vaad Fleet

"Our fleet is in international waters conducting a routine training exercise. We are not at war with your nation and to the best of our knowledge, as our countries have similar views on the rights of man, have good relations.

We respectively request that you maintain a distance of at least 100 miles from our fleet as we have just completed our exercise and are returning to base.

Respectively,

Vice Admiral Anthryax Vercingtorix,
Commander Imperial 1st Fleet of New Shiron"

Ilek-Vaad

13-10-2004, 17:23

Admiral Coyohuitl read the message as the com office transferred it to him.

"What do you think Capatin?"

The Captain shrugged "If they are indeed moving away, let them go I say. The battle you win without firing a single shot is best."

The Admiral frowned " Monitor their fleet, change our heading to bring us right to the edge of their exclusion zone and then to turn towards the Neo-Tyr fleet. If they are returning to base then they should be well out of our way by the time we arrive. "

He clicked on his com and hailed the New Shiron Fleet

"Vice Admiral Anthryax Vercingtorix, this is Command Admiral Coyohuitl of the Tactical Group Revenge. We find it suspicious that your 'exercises' near the Federated Klatchian Coast coincide with a fascist terrorist uprising in Dyelli Beybi. I will however refrain from attacking your fleet so long as you are returning to base. If your ships make any move towards Klatchian waters, I will resume intercept course and engage.

If you have no hostile intent than I hope that your training exercises went well and that you will have a safe journey home. Admiral Coyohuitl out."

Neo Tyr

13-10-2004, 19:43

OOC: I attacked Deylli Beybi's bombers, I belive...

The Neo Tyr fleet was in utter chaos. The Mastodon was gone, along with some battleships on one of the AGEIS Crusiers. The group was far to heavily outnumbered for victory. Lord Damian Haart was there. He was the captain of the Cyprus the large flagship. He surveyed the battle. A messenger ran over to him. "M'lord! M'lord, the men demand to surrender! We need give up-"

Haart shot him a harsh gave. "We'll pull out when I say we pull out, understood, Ensigne?!"

The messenger nodded, and ran off. Haart knew this was folly. He knew there was no hope...

---

Lance Vassal was taken aback by the bomb, and Dashwood's rescue of him. She, she saved me...? However, he agreed to the idea of heading to the celler, and ran downstairs, were he heard the Shiron fleet would offer no reenforcements. Not only that, he heard huge forces were heading his way, AND that some nation called 'Vrak' was threating the homeland. Those BASTARDS were going to attack the archipelgo! This was NOT good...

---

Richard smiled to the ambassador. They were on a large strecth of the Airfeild, with the sea to the north, south, and west, and the great city of Kyrall to the east. Neo Tyr was a complete island range, very isolated from the rest of the world, however, the internet, radio, and televison bridged several gaps that she once had, and was rapidly starting to trade with nations and basicly reveal herself to the world. "Greetings, my name is Richard Solstice, Gaurdian of the Princess, and would like to formally introduce you to the land of Neo Tyr. Please follow me, I have a limo waiting..." He said, gesturing to the car he had parked nearby...

OOC: Is that everything I need to adress? LOTS of stuff happend.

Vrak

14-10-2004, 02:53

OOC: Sounds good, Neo Tyr. We’ll wait for your next post.

IC:

Somewhere in Vrak…

Translated from Vrakian.

-The cyber attacks are continuing.
-How are our systems?
-Relatively unaffected. But we lost one satellite and emergency protocols shut down the others until their status can be determined. We had to switch over to available JDF and Dyellian satellites for coverage. As well, the A-50s now have to do more work for comm purposes.
-Very well. Have we determined the source of the attack?
-Not yet. Early reports indicated that some high school or possibly college students are responsible. Personally, I find it a bit hard to swallow considering the present situation. That is, we’ve had attacks before but in peacetime, and they never were on a grand scale like this one.
-I see. Have we launched a counterattack?
-We are only waiting for the target.
-It would seem to me that the target is obvious. Neo Tyr must be hit. But, as a precautionary measure, I want New Shiron monitored. The Anagonians left, so we have no reason to worry about them. As well, draw up a list of any new combatants that enter the field. I want any newcomers attacked once they pop their head out.
-Yes sir.

Deep within the Anti-Terrorism Cyber Warfare Unit, a team of crackers begin to bend to the task of disrupting the computer infrastructure of Neo Tyr. Some of them were already busy trying to restore the Vrakian satellites that automatically shut down while others began to quietly probe New Shiron computer defences.

The 32nd Fighter/bombers landed without incident at Massingrad along with their escorts, the 36th and 37th fighter groups who arrived shortly afterwards. They would mourn their comrades later. Meanwhile, the three Su-37 interceptor groups buzzed about. It seemed that the Neo Tyr fighters had been destroyed, thus granting the Klatch air supremacy. This was relayed to the incoming JDF bomber groups, which were accompanied by the remaining 3 groups of the 309th. The JDF bomber orders were simple: finish off any and all Neo Tyr ships. The interceptors wheeled about, ready to protect the JDF bombers until their fuel reserves became low. In another part of the sky, the 2nd Vrakian bombers turned back for the corridor having spent their missiles. Their escorts, the 51st and 52nd fighter groups also turned away. Finally, the 2nd JDF fighter group from the 309th airwing landed in Cyro.

The Guardian fleets were informed of the incoming friendly Vaadians and send a greeting. They were tasked to shadow the retreating New Shiron fleet – taking care to not get too close. After all, they are outgunned.

New Shiron

14-10-2004, 03:37

diplomatic notes sent to the various Klatchian nations that were subject to Cyber attack

"The Royal Security Service has arrested a number of individuals guilty of espionage and of waging cyber war against your nations. It has been determined that they were in the pay of the "Tzar" of Dyelli Byelli, and we have confiscated all of their equipment and sezied their assets (about $1 million worth total). They were masquarading as a group of teen aged computer hackers.

Her Majesty, Queen Gabrielle, wishes to offer official apologies from the Kingdom and offers to pay up to $100 Million in damages to each nation so attacked. We regret if more damage was done, but that sum is the most our nation can afford. However, if anyone lost their life as a result of that attack we will pay their families another $5 million (for each family).

The spies have been placed in a secure facility and will be sentenced according to the laws of New Shiron (ooc New Shiron has the death penalty for a number of crimes including spying)

ooc
by the way, the cyber attacks ended about an hour after the fleet turned around, so any further damage is because of corrupted systems.

yes I know, I did a lot more damage than that but hey, trying for plausable deniability

New Shiron

14-10-2004, 06:21

Diplomatic note personally delivered to the Ambassador of Dyelli Byelli (either there or in my country or if necessary, at a country that has relations with you)

To the People of Dyelli Byelli
From Her Majesty Queen Gabrielle and the Parliament of New Shiron

This is an official and formal apology for our attempt to interfere in the affairs of your nation. In honesty, we thought we were helping those trying to help the people of your country when we did so. However, we were wrong and regret any additional damage that our interference has caused. An indemity of $1 Billion is being offered in recompense. In addition, a formal pledge is being offered to refrain from doing so in the future.

This is in addition to the indemity offered earlier in the previous notes.

ooc
New Shiron is apologizing without specifying what it is apologizing for, but in diplomatic terms, this is a major concession usually seen as an all out effort to avoid war (example is the apology offered by Japan after they sank a US gunboat in China in 1937, the Panay Incident)

IC
The Queen sat at her desk, fuming. "Think it will work?"
"I hope so your majesty" replied Lord Harrington, a rather tired looking man in his mid 40s, "It is worth a try. It will cost us a lot more to fight a war, and we can only hope that they realize that it will cost them a lot more to attack us. Even if they win, it will still cost them tens of billions of dollars a month for each nation involved, and lord knows how many lives. Hopefully they will realize that and let the matter rest with this."

(ooc, the First Gulf War cost the US $70 billion dollars for 3 months of combat, that includes munitions expended but doesnt include the replacement costs of ships or planes, few of which were lost in that war, the latest American war has cost the US $200 billion for the current Iraq campaign alone, and the US hasn't taken any major losses in expensive items likes planes and ships)

Dyelli Beybi

14-10-2004, 11:32

(OOC) Neo Tyr, what did you attack the second wave of planes with, bearing in mind they're 200 nautical miles out? I missed it if you fired on the second wave and can't find the post.

Dashwood was sticking to Vassal. She knew troops would be advancing on the city soon and in all likelihood the place would be overun, however she knew White would try to kill her before the place finally fell, so Vassal was probably her best chance of surviving the night...

At the same time she felt somewhat indebted to the Commander and would do her best to make sure he didn't come to any harm when her own army arrived.

In the cellar the artillery barrage was muffled, although dust occasionally rained down on their heads if a shell landed nearby. The adrenaline was wearing off now and the Commisaar was feeling very, very tired.

She settled down in the corner on a sack of some kind of root vegetables, "It'd be damned ironic if another building fell down on me." she grumbled, "that's what I was in hospital for."

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Meanwhile in Cyro the Givernment was unammused by New Shiron's admittance that some of their agents were working for the Tzar. This was not going to go down well, although the High Chancellor seemed uncertain what to do at this point...

New Shiron

14-10-2004, 18:10

(orders sent out to reservists)
Ministery of Defense New Shiron

This is a stage 2 Mobilization alert. All reservists are to prepare themselves for callup within 24 hours. A stage 3 mobilization is a high probability. You are to remain available at all times for call up orders.

(orders sent out to National Guard, Coast Guard and Air National Guard units)
Make preparations for a callup of all personnel and regular personnel are to ensure that all equipment is ready for service. The drawing of ammunition, gear and supplies is hereby authorized and all leaves for regular personnel are cancelled.

(orders sent out to the Press)
Effective immediately, for national security reasons, all information regarding the callup or potential callup of territorial forces, and all information on civil defense measures is hereby under a news blackout. We urge you to do your patriotic duty in this matter and avoid the release of this information. A serious risk of attack from foreign nations now exists, and until the crisis has passed, please avoid giving them information that will harm our people.

(orders sent out to Civil Defense)
This is a stage 2 alert. All permanent civil defense workers are to immediately begin preperations for a national emergency. All reserve civil defense workers are to prepare for duty at their assigned stations. All police, fire and emergency personnel are to remain close by when not on duty for possible callup.

Air raid shelters, radiation shelters and command centers are to immediately ensure stocks of supplies are up to date and ready for use. Effective immediately, computer network providers are ordered to monitor closely traffic from outside the nation to watch for cyber attacks, and IRC forums and similar services are to be recorded randomly and reviewed for content likely to be a threat to the nation.

A stage 3 alert and full mobilization is a real possibility, please be prepared for that occasion.

Alcona and Hubris

14-10-2004, 22:50

OOC: New Shiron Well I can only see your last seventy posts or so…however, you do appear to be a member of the U.N. so…your U.N. Ambassador in New York is going to be my target.

IC:Fort Wells
The young man looked at the ceiling above him for a few moments. The faux antique painting over the false wood boards was quite good actually. The room fit the late 18th century, provincial look about the place. The walls of the room were covered in bookcases. The windows looked the right proportions, but the ends of the blast shutters could be made out.

One of the bookcases swung out into the room. The man who entered behind it looked about in his late forties.

"Mr. Black?" the youth asked with the detachment of the young and bored.

"Marshal Brackhurst, I hear you specialize in North America…" Mr. Black asked as he walked over to his desk and sat down.

"I've been there a few times…" Brakhurst answered his green eyes locked onto Black.

"Good, Good…we have a sanctioned ah project for you…"

Brakhurst lit up a bit, "A project?"

"The details are contained in a file down the hall. The green documents are not to leave the building. The photo's you can take. Also, we have a bit of information on the subject. And a message…"

"Ah, I assume the message will be provided…"

"Your contact will be Ann, she works for a Mr. Dago in Soho…."

"Dago…I didn't know…."
"His personal body guard…."

"Ah, yes…I assume this Project should be expedient?"

"You are correct, we would like this project to occur as fast as possible…"

"Well then, I shall see you again on my de-briefing?"

"Yes, yes, Lieutenant Andrews will show you to the conference room…."

"Ah, my fee…"

"Double standard rate as set by your superiors in Port Olympus…"

"Ah, supplies…"

"Weapons, cash and I.D. will be waiting for you when you arrive…"

"Good, good, it is nice to work with fellow professionals…"

"The feeling is mutual, I assure you…"

General Announcement,
Admiral Phizer, Commanding Officer
Naval Division of Space Exploration

Due to damage of our communications satellites, the United Duchies will be launching our satellite recovery vehicle A.R.N. Amos to conduct repairs and replace a faulty sub-processor. This is a priority, so Amos will be launched in less than twenty four hours.

Ilek-Vaad

14-10-2004, 23:07

Tactical Group Revenge slowed as it came within a few hundred miles of the FKC coastline. They were mainly monitoring the withdrawal of New Shiron's naval assests, but they positioning themselves to catch Neo-Tyr's navy between them and the Klatchian vessels, giving them no escape.

Admiral Coyohuitl relaxed in Fire Control and smiled at his men "Sound a general alert. Ready the Orion's for sortie mission, fill the bllast tanks and limber the Ship Destroyers. Leftenant, contact the JDF and ask them for targets for our Apollo cruise missles."

He stood up and struck a dramatic pose, hand in lapel, his cap pulled forward brim down low " Avast ye scurvy dogs!"

The men in Fire Control snickered as they went about their tasks, readying for engagement.

The com Leftenant contacted the JDF " This is Tactical Group Revenge, I am transmitting our position and requesting target information, let us know who the unfriendlies are and we'll hit them. Over."

Coyohuitl sat back down and grinned it had been months since his enourmous victory at Yasmarea, he was itching for a fight.

The Captain looked back "We've painted all of the confirmed 'enemy' vessels, we're just waiting for JDF confirmation so we don't accidentally take out any Klatchian sailors."

The Admiral nodded " Yeah, let's not sink any friendlies. Bad business that, very bad."

*****

Further out at sea the Orion fighters (half configured as interceptors and half loaded with ASM's) began popping five at time out of the top of the Tollan Carriers , gathering like an invisible cloud ready to strike the enemy at a moments notice. They swirled off immedaitely coming into strike range of the enemy and giving the Battleships and Arsenal-Cruisers a nice umbrella.

Alcona and Hubris

15-10-2004, 14:39

New York City, Tudor City
Brackhurst looked down from the room towards the U.N. complex on the other side of First Avenue. A young buxom blond leaned against one of the spires, smoking a ciggerette and looking south towards the Manhatten sky line.

Brackhurst pushed himself off the high wall and back down onto the roof terrace. "Well, I see that they didn't build any windows towards the U.N. up here...." he mused as he looked at the blond.

"Nope...." She leaned back and gave the attractive young man a wry smile, "Like I was saying, the U.N. is built on top of a bunch of slaughterhouses...so there are not any windows to speak of looking back that way..."

Brackhurst nodded, "Well, I say we go to plan B, your plan. Which is quite elegant...but how do we get in?"

The blond leaned forward, "That is simple, those 5th Avenue twits invite just about everyone and anyone to those benifit dinners. And a good number of U.N. diplomats are known for being...ah...quite intrested in Mr. Dago's wares. I'll just invite one or two to a private party out in the Hamptons..."

"The invitation?"

"Let me deal with that, we just need to get you fitted up for the right disguise..."

An older woman in a proffessional dress suit appeared. "Mr. and Mrs. Kelly? So what do you think?"

"Hmm...well it is a bit small for our needs I think..." Brackhurst answered.

"Well I've had quite a bit of intrest in the apartment..." she gave her best I am really working for you and not my double dip commission look

The blond put her arm around Brackhurst, "Jhon likes his space..." She kissed him on the cheek and led him back towards the penthouse and the elevator.

Neo Tyr

15-10-2004, 23:19

OOC: DB, they were either taken by Jhonny, or I suppose they slipped through. Thanks for bearing with me, this is my first real RP.

Haart gave a long, depressed sigh. The 2nd fleet was nearly gone, there were just some remanents of the once proud fleet. He switched on a small camera, and frowned for a few seconds, as if building up courage to talk. "To all enemy craft. I, Lord Damian Haart, Admrial of her Magistie's 2nd Fleet, hereby surrender the remaining crafts under my control to the opposition." He finished, and gave a sad order to relay that to all enemy craft...

---

Johnny was one of the last pilots alive. He was making sure the others were sticking close to him, but he felt like this was the end. Utill he picked up the surrender notise. He was silent, but secretly hoped it went through, he did not wan't to die here...

---

Richard was driving to the giant Governement Building that dominated Kyrall's skyline, pointing out to the amabassador historic sights and curches, when he got a phone call. He gave a startingly realilistic laugh, and turned to answer.

"WHAT!" He said in a harsh whisper.

"Sir, it looks like our servers are going down. We think it's an overseas attack."

Richard gumbled. He HATED this war. "... Right. Cut off forigen acess to our computers, and trace this back. Are the backups up yet?"

Neo Tyr was very wary against forigners. Even though tourists were generally well acepted in this day and age, the populace sterotyped most of the world as evil people put to get them. Which was sadly true in this case. They liked doing things their own way, and their computers were no exeption...

"They should be starting up any moment. It won't be THAT bad, Sir."

"Good, good... Keep me informed." He said hanging up the phone and turning, the smile returning to his face. "Ah good. See that? That chruch is renowned for it's celing, at certain times of the day..."

---

Alcona and Hubris

16-10-2004, 00:08

Third Fleet, South off the Coast of D.B.

Haart gave a long, depressed sigh. The 2nd fleet was nearly gone, there were just some remanents of the once proud fleet. He switched on a small camera, and frowned for a few seconds, as if building up courage to talk. "To all enemy craft. I, Lord Damian Haart, Admrial of her Magistie's 2nd Fleet, hereby surrender the remaining crafts under my control to the opposition." He finished, and gave a sad order to relay that to all enemy craft...

Vice Admiral Bedtock, commander of Third Fleet heard the open call. "Send our reply immediatly....contact Fifth fleet and have them send out some flyingboats for prisoners...."

In the clear:
Lord Haart, in the name of His Grace, Alexander III and for the Federation I hearby accept your surrender. All vessels under your command are hearby ordered to stand down, and prepare to be taken into custody. All officers are to turn over their swords and commands to the prize crews we will be sending out. All surviving and wounded personell of Neo Tyr should be prepared to be evacuated by flying boats to P.O.W camps. All enemy aircraft should immediatly switch to 556 Hz and follow instructions for disarming and landing. Lord Haart and his senior officers are instructed to surrender to my aide and will be taken immediatly before a meeting of the Klatchian Privy Council.

Third Fleet began to move at full speed, moving to intercept the enemy fleet. Prize crews were sent out immediatly to some of the surviving ships on heavy rotodynes and most of the fighter cover was sent to keep an eye on any surviving enemy vessels.

The Protection fleets moved even faster and began to order the crews of any smaller vessels to prepare to remove themselves and the wounded to flying boats.

Fifth Fleet Headquarters, Copper Harbor
21 flying boats of varying types and discriptions were scrambled to fly out and start picking up prisoners of war.

*****
Lord Whitmann looked at the church and nodded. Really the adel had seen hundreads of churches in his life time, and one cealing never inspired him compared to another. No, he was still trying to keep his throat wet with the idea of what he had to say to this nation's leader. Who was apparently trying to dump the whole mess in the lap of a nine year old.

((OOC: I am assuming those missles hit...so I don't know what ships you have left or even in managable shape. And since my sat com system is down I can't tell Whitmann about the fact that you surrendered.))

Ilek-Vaad

16-10-2004, 02:17

The Com officer patched through the surrender notice to Admiral Coyohuitl. The Admiral frowned again.

"Have our forces stand by, spread out to blockade any ships that want in or out. Hail the JDF and see where they want us."

The com officer nodded and he set about contacting the JDF. The Captain relaying orders to the Tactical Group.

It seemed Vaadian might not need be tested.

Vrak

16-10-2004, 12:44

The remaining Vrakian and JDF fighters returned to their respective bases after hearing the Neo Tyr surrender. However, they noted that it was only the fleet that surrendered, and not the leader of that nation itself. Which only meant, as far as the Vrakians were concerned, that this was merely a pause. The other fighters that headed back to base earlier remained on standby in case they enemy tried to trick the FKC or if other new targets became available.

The Guardian fleets continued to shadow the New Shiron fleet but would have to turn back soon as they had no replendishment vessels.

The Anti-Terrorism Cyberware Unit merely snickered after hearing the admission of guilt from New Shiron. They had their doubts that mere kids could pull it off. So, they decided on a counter strategy. They would play the same game that New Shiron did, attack the New Shiron computer infrastructure and lay trails leading to some fanatical xenophobic group in Vrak. The spin doctors were informed and the plan was given the green light from the Intelligence Director himself. More manpower was called up for keeping up the pressure on Neo Tyr.

Slowly, the Vrakian satellites began to come back on line. Still, some of the civilian ones were down but the military decided that the corporations could worry about their own. After all, long range recon was deemed more important than Bob being able to download his favorite porn.

The King of Vrak himself was furious. The 100 million offer from New Shiron smacked of an insult, to say nothing of othe kind of deals that they and Neo Tyr may be trying to cut with Dyelli Beybi. He certainly assumed that this was the case. The bitter memory of Nekoa Bay rose to the present, and he had to shut his eyes momentarily. He then picked up the ultra secure line to the Landgravine.

Alcona and Hubris

16-10-2004, 15:58

Third Fleet, Neo Tyr Second Fleet
The Cyprus was approached by a large rotodyene that proceeded to land on the deck. Eight men in dark blue and red uniforms flanked a woman with the golden double stars of a senior captain and a younger man with the double bar of a Lieutenant.

She saluted the nearest officer, and stated in a dry voice. "I am Captain Edwards here to take the formal surrender of the fleet and allow Lord Haart to be taken to Port Olympus with his senior flag officers."

Several cutters started to approach the ship with a prize crew and the large flying boats began to land in the water and taxi.

Similar scenes were repeated across the fleet with a whaleback tanker approaching the Mastodon to use her oversized pumps to keep the carrier afloat.

The surviving battleships soon discovered they now had an escort of a full squadron of Otto class battleships who were buissily sending over officers and crewmen to man the damaged craft into port.

The battlecruisers were given an escort of the four missle battlecruisers and
two older Soyuz class battleships to keep an eye on them. A supply vessel approached the battlecruiser in really bad shape to remove the crew and any possible intel. The Lady Luck was being boarded by Commander Peters.

Most of the smaller craft was being delt with by the Protection Groups.

The Met, New York, New York
Brackhurst stepped out of the limo and smiled at a nearby couple walking up the steps. He admired the woman, attractive in a strapless red dress that almost appeared painted on. His eyes wandered up the flight of stairs towards the building and the banner proclaiming "New York for Prateonia." He shook his head and walked up the steps towards the door. He straitened his white tie and tuxedo making sure that the tails were not bunched up again. Damn, Iansisle styles, this cumberbund is too damn tight, he thought as he nodded at another attractive woman, this one attached to a well known investment banker. His mind pulled up a quick note about the two His third wife, she is sleeping with his second wife..

At the door were several men in suits and ties with ear peices and a demenor that shouted security to even the world's greatest dullard. He presented his invitation.

The security guard looked at the invite and up at Brackhurst. "So your from the Iansisle delegation?"
"Yes, I know you were expecting the Ambassador himself but, alas he was detained by important buisness." He attempted his best 'Iansisle accent' but most New Yorkers couldn't tell the slight diffrences between his own accent and that of Iansisle anyway.

"So your from Gallaga?" the guard asked in a polite tone.

"No, I happen to be from Thortraia, do I look like a cooley to you..." he looked upset, Iansisle was known for it's rapant racist attitude towards Gallaga and her people.

The guard narrowed his eyes and then stood back letting Brackhurst into the party. Brackhurst entered the lobby and took a glass of champane as a waiter passed. Brackhurst let his eyes roam over the space and down towards the egyptian corridor. He wandered that way, admiring a statue of Osirus at the doorway. He stood there musing about his mission and going through a mental check list.

Accent...Check
Ring....Check
nanotube injector primed...Check
LSD and Batrachotoxin in ethanol solution....Check

As he waited, he played with the heavy gold ring on his middle right finger. The dark blue stone was surrounded by four glyphs.

A waitress walked by and whispered..."Westbrook is looking at the Temple of Dendur"

Brackhurst nodded and procceded north. As he entered the large space that surrounded the transplanted egyptian temple his eyes fell on the attractive delegate. A willowy brunette she was apparently discussing something with a dark man in traditional Ethopian garb. He walked forward at a leasurly pace and glanced at the obvious female security officer.

Westbrook's aide popped into his mind as he saw a younger woman standing nearby and admiring the veiw into the ruin. Keeping close at hand to her boss but out of ear shot of the conversation.

He walked up behind her and said, somewhat loudly, in a wry tone, "Really the Yanks are amazing, unlike the brits who can't seem to figure out weather to return the Elgin Marbles, they get the egyptians to hand over an entire temple. Now they even sell paper cut out models of the thing in the gift shop."

He glanced out of the corner of his eye at Westbrook hoping that she would have some protective instinct for her aide and investigate what this loud man was doing with her aide.

Neo Tyr

16-10-2004, 20:24

Haart was scowling, but drew his sword. "Then here you are, Edwards." He said, trying to keep his voice in check and handing over the rapier. His officers were looking down in shame. Not a single soul was happy on the Cyprus, or anywhere else in the fleet. He felt a small personal victory that some young tech officer had deleted all records, and anything that wasn't gone was in the laungage of Neo Tyr's natives. It would take some time to translate...

---

Lance Vassal shivered in the cold celler of the cafe. Rudvich approched him. "Sir, we need to hold out a little while longer before the feds can negotiate us getting out of here."

Vassal nodded. "Good. How's the situation outside?"

"We've taken some losses, but have barricaded up. We have the defensive advantage..."

Vassal nodded. "Very good, very good."

---

Johnny "Thunder" Smith had heard the order to stand down, but disregarded it. He wasn't going to surrender, he turned the complete opposite direction and went as fast as he could trying to escape, caring not where he landed. Some followed him, many did not...

---

The 36th floor of the Neo Tyr Government building was abuzz with activity. Neo Tyr's best computer experts were trying to fend off their networks from Vrak. Even though Vrak's personel were better trained, the Neo Tyr system was built with very few ways for outside acces...

---

"... The Joy of Heaven is in there, one of Neo Tyr's greatest paintings," Richard said, pointing to a fancy building, "And here we are!"

The limo stoped in front of a giant building. It was covered in blue glass, making it seem like a giant oceanic pillar in the skyline of Kyrall. The Government Building. He lead the ambassador to the elevator and reached Richard's suite. "Have a seat," Richard said, gesturing to a char, "Now what do we have to talk about?"

Alcona and Hubris

17-10-2004, 03:58

Third Fleet
Senior Captain Edwards gave a short bow as she received the sword. "Lord Haart, I will ask you and your flag officers to board the rotodyene, the President of the Klatch would like to have a word with you."

She turned to the captain of the Clypso would you please direct your crew to start loading the wounded into the launches." She pointed at several small craft that were now at the side of the ship. "After we have evacuated the wounded, we will begin to off load personel."

She looked up at the mast and the Neo Tyr ensign. "I am afraid you need to strike the colors sir..."

******
To: Ilek-Vaad naval forces, please splash those air-craft trying to escape.

To: All Neo Tyr airforces, proceed to drop all bombs and missles as ordered. You are hearby directed to land at Fasta International Airport...you will surrender your aircraft and be taken to P.O.W facilities. Attempting to escape south would be suicide, your aircraft does not have the range to reach neutral territory.

****
Lord Whitmann sat down in the proffered chair and cleared his throat. "I am here to offer the nation of Neo Tyr Amnesty for its aggression against the Klatchian Federation by its interference in the our internal matters. Too many times has the world interfered in our internal matters, forcing us to expend resources in demonstrating that outsiders have no part in the Klatch. Your recent assistance of Tzarist forces in Fijord Harbor is no exeception."

He paused for a moment, "The Klatch will no longer tolerate this behavior, and as such the consequences of interfering will be strongly demonstrated. The President of the Klatch has indicated that he is prepared to ask Parliament for a decleration of war against Neo Tyr, and for your complete anhiliation."

He paused to let that sink in. "However, the Privy Council has gathered enough intelligence on Neo Tyr to offer you a...second option. An option which would save your nation. That is to join the Federated Klatchian Coast. Your recent actions preclude you joining as a full member, but the Privy Council is willing to allow you to join as a protectorate of the Federation."

He opened the case and pulled out a large set of legal sized documents and placed them on the table. "The offer I present can be summerized as this. If you join the Federation now as a Protectorate, your borders, legal claims, property rights, government, everything will be protected as any other state of the Federation against any aggressor, foriegn or domestic. Your military would be placed under guidence from the Privy Council of the Klatch. You would be able to elect a full set of Electors, but only have one Key in Parliment. The Protectorate status would remain until your Princess reached her 18th birthday and majority to rule the nation. There are some other minor provisions including introducing the Princess to her fellow Klatchian Monarchs..."

He paused again, trying to read the man across the table. "Or you can reject our offer. The Vrakians, Deyllians who are decidedly anti-monarchists, the Durakians who you don't want to meet in a bright alleyway, and even the Alconians will invade, destroy, and subjagate your lands. The Vrakains will demand their pound of flesh from the remains, the Durakians will likely sell the surviving population to the Var for one of their off world mining projects, the Alconians will proceed to actual level debts against you for the war, and the Deyllians will burn, kill, rape, and plunder what they can, and in that order."

He stopped again, narrowed his eyes and pushed forward in his chair "You have a choice, join the Federated Klatchian Coast, a nation of over 37 billion souls, or be run over by it. I know that the first offer doesn't sound palitable by a xenophobic nation, but you interfered the world's largest xenophobic nation. You can give up some soveriginty for your own safety, or you can loose it all as a crushed state."

Lord Whitmann sat strait in his chair, not loosing eye contact with the man across the desk. Well I wonder how my brother will like having the title

Ilek-Vaad

17-10-2004, 05:13

Admiral Coyohuitl stood as he heard the command from the JDF.

Captain, order all interceptor configured Orions in the air to intercept any Neo-Tyr aircraft that attempt to escape."

The Captain nodded " There are fifty interceptors in the air Sir."

The Admiral looked at the RASTER Satellite feeds "Also, have all Jaguar's deploy their Comet/M3 AA missle luanchers, pepper any craft that attempt to get past us."

The Capatin relayed the orders.

****

Above the Tollan Carriers half of the Orion fighters that were in a holding pattern sped off in pursuit of the escaping Neo-Tyr aircraft.

"This Hunter-A, we copy and have enemy painted, Fire Control." Colonel Aymes of the Hunter Naval Squadron stated as he accelerated to mach 1 to intercept.

"Roger that Hunter, engage at will, you have cover from the Jaguars, over."

Aymes armed his Comet missles and proceeded to chase the Neo-Tyr pilots "Hunter Squadron, Naval Squadrons with me, mark them all, take them all down. Over."

The Orions headed to their deadly chase.

*****

Below a dozen Jaguar Arsenal Cruisers deployed their AA batteries, ready to fill the air with Comet missles, the Orions would be well supported.

Macisikan

17-10-2004, 11:44

Alcona and Hubris

17-10-2004, 23:14

Office of the Cabinet, Arn-Maciska

Heads were shaking across the room.
The Deputy External Affairs Minister let his copy of the intelligence report drift slowly drift to the table.
“Are we sure of this?” he asked.
“The Compassionate Hand does not lie.” The Defence Minister replied, without looking up from her copy.
"So much for stabilisation..." The First Minister shrugged.
The Minister for The Interior leaned forward, “The entire area went pear-shaped years ago. We should have taken the hint back then.”
“I’m inclined to agree,” Defence said.
Ecclesiastical leaned forward “37 Billion-odd people. That’s a big market. But, frankly, it’s not worth it; trade requires stability, and that is the rarest commodity of all in the area.”
“Klatch wouldn’t be able to stay stable for five consecutive minutes if the fate of the universe relied on it.” Defence smirked.
“I wouldn’t go that far,” retorted Interior.
“Remember that incident under Saniril? The one where the Cheka opened up their, ah, “alternative” operations to any nut on the internet? That is the sort of security services you find in Klatch.”
“Point.” Interior conceded. "And it’s not as if we even have much commercial involvement anyway. There’s no reason to stay, and every reason to leave.”
The First Minister frowned.
“It seems to me that the best option for us is to cut our losses,” she looked around the table; heads nodded.
"Parliament is running out of patience; I can tell you now, that if we don't walk out, they will, and we'll be playing catch-up.
“So, all those in favour of maintaining an interest in Klatch?”
There were no takers.
"All those in favour of writing the place off?"
There was a chorus of assent.
“It is agreed; issue the Merchant’s Council with instructions; the last Macisikani merchantman to leave Klatch does so tomorrow...
"Ladies and Gentlement, let us search for better opportunities in other parts of the world."

Colony Club, Thunderbay
A group of men sat around a table in the Long Gallery. Their ages varied, but most were here for a bit of afternoon discussion. A young man appeared shaking his head.

"Well what's wrong Tim, looks like you've had a bad day."
"Oh, I just lost the lease on two of my Warehouses on Peir 82. Seems that the Macisikani are all pulling up and out..."
"Oh..." they watched Tim continue to walk down the long gallery towards the dining room.

"Well sorry for ol' Tim, but the Macisikani are pulling out?"
"Likely, too much instability in the Klatch again...or perhaps they are allied with one of those annoying pakrah nations..."
"Don't know...however, I do know some of the merchant's who have been importing their goods...we seize this oportunity..."
"Oldest story, we've been making money because no one else knows how to trade in the Klatch...what is stable and unstable...and how to keep your supply lines open..."
Everyone nodded at that comment, ever since the founding of Zeeland by the Knootians some 290 years before, one of the sources of Alconian wealth was from trading the worlds goods in the Klatch, and the Klatch's goods to the world. Now that Macisikan was pulling out, the price of their goods would increase enough to make smaller alconian shipping firms attempt to use the market and expand it, likely with a few Mecisikani traders as partners.

((OOC: True the Klatch really isn't stable...except it is stable in other ways such as currency, and major exports/imports...how else can I afford to have this lifestyle unless I'm making money not by exporting my own goods but also a good deal from the rest of the Klatch. We know not to laugh at the Wal-Vrak in their silly hats...))

Dyelli Beybi

18-10-2004, 12:33

OOC: Appologies for this post taking so long I have been kinda distracted with some RL affairs. I should be getting online at least once a day now though...

Out at Sea

Problems were arising with the arrival of 8 Scout Cruisers of varying shapes and sizes, one of the ships in the two Squadrons was the infamous D.B.P.S. India, widely regarded to have the most disorderly crew in Dyelli Beybi, probably all of Klatch and possibly the world.

The real reason the squadrons were following the boats was that the Dyellians trusted the JDF about as much as they trusted any other Klatchian (with the exception of the Vrakians who they trusted implicitely), which was marginally more than foreigners. Dyelli Beybi was built on a solid foundation of Xenophobia. It was in reality a selection of tribes all of whom felt they were racially superior to any other life on earth who cooperated because they hated foreigners more than they hated each other. For these reasons units in the Dyelli Beybian army with the exception of 'elites' were divided racially - to stop infighting. On the bridge of the India, one of Dyelli Beybi's more notorious Vizeadmirals was talking with her Captain...

"Where the hell are they taking those ships?"

"God knows...hope it's not to Alcona and Hubris... bloody JDF might as well be the second Alconian Army."

"Bet they'll keep them too, after we did all the hard work too."

"Bloody schmutzigen Vetter."

"Precisely, they don't give a toss about die Lage des Südens, it's in their best interest to keep us weak."

"If it was over to me I'd just torpedo their ships and bugger the consequences."

"That's why you're not a politician."

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About Fiord Harbour the shelling had stopped, the town was eerily silent. The civilians were in hiding, while the Neo Tyr trrops would have probably noticed many of the Tzarist troops tearing off their armbands, throwing away their weapons and trying to blend back into the population. Quite a few of them had subsequently wound up with their throats cut in back alleys.

Around the Southern perimeter people were talking in an unidentifiable language,

"brast madril ickyal"

"Ye ja lavochno jayse bayoudz..."

O'Booze's plan was simple, the attack would be launched over a 500 metre section of front somewhere near the centre of the line. Forces on the left would then launch a "holding" action while the centre attempted to roll the stationary defences off the right flank, openinng the route for large numbers of tanks and assault guns to pour unchecked into the city.

The main attack would be carried out by 90 experimental assault guns and a further 60 heavy tanks and 9,840 Infantry. The silence was broken by the sound of engines and the shrill whistles Dyelli Beybian officers blew to signal an assault, "Allevno, Allevno!"

And things began to move all along the line as infantry in other parts began to advance timidly and try to pin their opponents down while in the centre the massive assault guns rumbled forward, offering cover of sorts for the troops advancing behind them. One fired on a building, tearing an enourmous hole in the side. Whatever was mounted to these it was big...

For the Neo Tyr troops these troops would also look quite different from the heavily armoured troops in the green camouflaged uniforms that had been lurking about the perimeter all day. These troopers wore a flat grey with a more germanic style helmet with a thick riot squad style visor they could drop in front. Most had it up, it looked shaded and this was a night time opperation.

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The Cafe Cellar

Dashwood had aparently been asleep, but at the mention of 'getting out of here' here eyes opened, "It's hard to sleep of a sack of potatoes" she grumbled, "did I hear you mention getting out of here?"

"You won't leave me here will you?" she sat up, dusting her blouse off as she did so, "They will be coming to kill me soon."

They'd be bloody stupid if they didn't. White had revealed his informant to her when she'd first been taken prisoner, before he'd unloaded her on Vassal for his personal entertainment, although apparently White had misread Vassal's attitude towards 'upstart peasants'. Not that anyone appart from one of the old nobility would regard the Dashwood family as 'peasants', they were one of those families that was heavily tied up in the Cheka, something which translated into considerable power and wealth in the post-Tzarist regime.

She was begining to chew her lip nervously, she was begining to look decidedly nervous, "God only knows what evil contraptions they've managed to dig up."

Neo Tyr

19-10-2004, 02:42

Harrt was silent for a few moments. "Very well. Lead the way, if you would," He muttered to Edwards.

Captain Parray made a 'Aye" sound and started to give half-hearted orders to the men, who began helping the wounded up, and a small crew lowered the Tyrinian flag from the masts...

---

Johnny "Thunder" Smith received the message. "Damnit!" He swore to himself, noticing the interceptors. Suddenly, he got a message in his helmet. "Thunder! You keep going an' meet up with the Reliant, we'll keep these guys busy! You can do it!!!"

Johnny smiled, "Thanks guys, I won't forget it!" He said, taking a gamble trying to reach the HMS Reliant before he lost all fuel or was shot down, as the last of his wingmen made a suicide attempt to buy him time...

---

Richard was fuming with rage. Although it did not seem that way. He had learned to conceal his emotions and pondered for a short while. He stood and paced over to an armoire on the side and fetched a brown bottle. He took a glass, poured the alcohol into the glass, and took a long sip. He set the set down and returned. "... The... Citizens of Neo Tyr appreciate your generous offer," He said in an emotionless voice, "However, I do not have the authority to accept."

"The Principality has a constitution, as such we have a parliament. Issues of the state like this needs to pass through the parliament to be approved there, and then are signed by the Princess. Currently, we have a bill in progress, on the limits of slavery, and the law dictates it must see its course before a new bill is introduced. This is a 'red button' issue for us, so it could take some time, but I will be sure to make your offer come up immediately after this one. Neo Tyrinians rather dislikes outlanders, so this bill will take time as well-" Richard glanced at his watch.

"Ah. I am truly sorry, but there is pressing work to attend to at the moment. Take the elevator down and re-enter the limo, which will take you to the airport. I thank you again for the offer, and hope relations can stay warm between us." He said with a smile, and waited for Whitman's leave...

---

Vassal was deep in thought. Rudvich had informed him that a large re-enforcement group had arrived for the foe, and he needed to make a bid decision. "... Lead them back into the more fortified center of the town. Set up a trap if they come in. We have to play defensively if we want to win this..." He sighed. Isle Vassilian was seeming farther and farther away. He glanced at Dashwood.

"Worry not, Miss Dashwood. If we pull back, you come with us. However, you might need to "act the part" if ... Lord White returns, you understand?" He said with a frown on his face, hoping this would all end soon...

---

Marimeta Cicily Llamanian was on Clover Island, sipping her afternoon tea. She was in the garden of the Royal Palace, and was mentally preparing herself for what she would do next. One of her aids entered the courtyard, and slowly paced to her. "My Princess? Are you ready?"

Marimeta put down her tea an nodded. "I suppose I am." She said with a worried look. Marimeta was 17, young, charismatic, and beautiful. The kind of monarch they needed after her late father, "Mad King Serge". She stood, gave a false smile, and proceeded to a balcony, where she would begin her tape...

---

A tape intended for the King of Vrak and the Parliament of the Klatchian Federation...

The camera turns on to reveal the Princess sitting in a chair, overlooking the sea. She begins to talk. "To the most honorable Klatchian Federation, I am Marimeta Cicily Llamanian, heiresses to the thrown of Neo Tyr, and I come to discuss the most unfortunate string of events taking place in your country of Dyelli Beybi."

"I, on behalf of the Principality of Neo Tyr, would like to publicly and formally apologies for our recent rude actions. We- ... I was wrong to send any armed forces to your sovereign lands. We believed at the time we were doing the right thing, however, it is now clear that we did not. Our people deeply regret interfering in your affairs and see the error of our ways."

"Also, as such, I propose that we pay any and all repairs to the township of Fijord Harbor. We will also pay for any damage done to all armed forces damaged in combat. Any other compensations will be met with warm negotiations."

"Once again, my deepest apologies go out to your region and Dyelli Beybi. We formally denounce our actions within the region, and, by your command, withdraw all armed forces from your territory. Diplomatic negations between us are newlyfound, and have started off on the wrong foot, so to say. Let us try to repair them between our two great factions and usher in a new age of peace and prosperity between us. I remain faithfully and humbly yours. Thank you for your time." She said, smiled, and the camera turned off.

Vrak

19-10-2004, 04:58

The broadcast from Neo Tyr was viewed personally by the King. It was also recorded and analyzed by a team of intelligence experts who were specifically looking to validate the information and to see if the Princess herself was lying. Voice tone, body language, and a host of other factors were scrutinized. But it was easy to guess the King’s reaction. In the Royal Throne room, the King waddled about in a rage.

-Rude behaviour? Are these pakrahs serious? By Bok’s maw, their heads are thicker than concrete and they believe that a mere apology and some compensation will make it all okay? Blokk pakrahs the lot of them! Who is negotiating there?

A frightened aide came up. He would rather be someplace else for the King was known to break a person’s neck or gore them to death when he was like this.

-Ah, Lord Whitmann, sire.
-Very well, find out what has transpired. Now leave!

The aide scurried off, clearly glad to be away. He picked up the phone and contacted their Privy Council rep. Meanwhile the King brooded. His mood grew darker with each passing hour and finally he punched a button on the intercom. A familiar voice answered.

-My liege.
-High General. How are the preparations?
-They are according to schedule, considering that we’ve had to be creative in working around the obstacles posed by the cyber attack.
-Speed everything up. We will crush this Neo Tyr ourselves if we have to.
-Yes, my liege. As you command.

The King flipped to another button. Here, he was connected to the senior Vrakian Key.

-My…my liege? How can I serve?
-Listen very carefully. This is what I want you to say.

After he had finished, he looked around his personal throne room. It was quite immense, since it was designed to hold several hundred walruses for certain ceremonies. Aside from the contingent of King’s Own, he was alone. He looked up and admired the vast mural depicting the history of the nation. Some scenes from the Blood Scrolls were reproduced here along with more recent events. He waddled over to a nearby statue – which was none other than the cobbled remains of a SOAT. It grinned down at him in mute laughter, which enraged the King even further. He bellowed, filling the room with his baritone voice,

-AS YOU ARE NOW, DOZLE, SO SHALL I MAKE MY ENEMIES. I SHALL SHOW THEM THE ERRORS OF THEIR WAYS. YES, I SHALL!

A maniacal laughter echoed, unnerving event the stoic King's Own.

Alcona and Hubris

19-10-2004, 06:24

Lord Whitmann just laughed, "Sir, your princess has done the one thing no Alconian would dare do, you have poked the Walrus."

His tone became deathly cold, "And he who pokes the Walrus must deal with his fury. The only thing the walruses know is war...hell their corporations have private armies. They are the most violent of all races in the Klatch."

The Adel rose up out of his chair, "Now, I suggest you just vote up or down on the slavery issue and deal with this matter, you see item one, YOU as regent and protector Not being punished for your insolence expires when I leave this nation. The offer of your peaceful integration into the Klatch ends when the first Klatchian Naval vessel enters your waters."

He placed the metal case on the desk, "You can contact the Privy Council with this when you are ready to surrender. I would say good day, but I doubt by the end of it you will be enjoying it very much."

The Adel turned on his heal and walked out the door. He pulled his PDA out of a pocket and hit the send code...VBM...

*****
Edwards shook her head, "I am taking command of this vessel sir. She pointed to the Rotodyne, "the Marines will escort you north..."

The launches began to ferry the wounded to nearby flying boats (er...another name for them is seaplanes...).

Similar scenes were occuring across all of second fleet. Men ordered first to load the wounded into boats and then themselves. All living second fleet personell were being transfered to the flying boats except for flag and senior officers who were being escorted off to an auxillery supply ship. It was a bit crowded...but at least the marines were not shooting anyone...yet.

Third fleet was apparently hearding the captured fleet north to Fasta. Well except for the Lucky Duck who was now heading for the Squall Straits...

*******
The Landgravine listened to the report, "Whitmann sent VBM, General..."

She shifted back in her chair, "I am afraid that this Princess has made a deathly mistake in her address. The Vrakians are going to want blood, the Durakians will want it too, and the Deyllians have been looking for an external war to solidify the postion of the present Chancellor..."

"The Vrakian Key has asked for a war vote from the speaker..."
"Knowing Ozy he is stalling like crazy, tell him to bring it to the floor...Order the JDF on full alert...begin final planning for an invasion....and I guess a nasty air-war to soften them up..."

"Ah, the President wishes to speak with you..."

"Fine, see if he is still available and make it a video confrence call..."

The JDF aide nodded and scampered off leaving the Landgravine alone in the war room of the Privy Council.

Macisikan

19-10-2004, 12:10

Colony Club, Thunderbay
A group of men sat around a table in the Long Gallery. Their ages varied, but most were here for a bit of afternoon discussion. A young man appeared shaking his head.

"Well what's wrong Tim, looks like you've had a bad day."
"Oh, I just lost the lease on two of my Warehouses on Peir 82. Seems that the Macisikani are all pulling up and out..."
"Oh..." they watched Tim continue to walk down the long gallery towards the dining room.

"Well sorry for ol' Tim, but the Macisikani are pulling out?"
"Likely, too much instability in the Klatch again...or perhaps they are allied with one of those annoying pakrah nations..."
"Don't know...however, I do know some of the merchant's who have been importing their goods...we seize this oportunity..."
"Oldest story, we've been making money because no one else knows how to trade in the Klatch...what is stable and unstable...and how to keep your supply lines open..."
Everyone nodded at that comment, ever since the founding of Zeeland by the Knootians some 290 years before, one of the sources of Alconian wealth was from trading the worlds goods in the Klatch, and the Klatch's goods to the world. Now that Macisikan was pulling out, the price of their goods would increase enough to make smaller alconian shipping firms attempt to use the market and expand it, likely with a few Mecisikani traders as partners.

((OOC: True the Klatch really isn't stable...except it is stable in other ways such as currency, and major exports/imports...how else can I afford to have this lifestyle unless I'm making money not by exporting my own goods but also a good deal from the rest of the Klatch. We know not to laugh at the Wal-Vrak in their silly hats...))

PRTC Offices, Madrak Towers, Financial District, [a city in a nation somewhere near, but not part of, Klatch]

The Macisikani leaned back.
"Nice offer, but... no."

The Alconian, a representative of a (very) minor Alconian shipping company, stared in amazement. The Macisikani wouldn't refuse such an offer...? Would they?
"Surely-"

The Macisikani, a representative of the powerful Pacific Rim Trading Company, held up his hand.
"It's tempting, but I'm afraid that not even our neutrality is sufficient to guarantee our people's lives and safety in Klatch anymore, much less our ships and goods." he held up his hands, framing a difficult point; "let me give you an example; the insurance premiums for sending anyone to Klatch are more than triple what they are to send someone to Jarridia, who, as you may recall, just suffered a nuclear terrorist attack which resulted in the downfall of their entire government."

The Alconian had expected hard bargaining, but not a flat refusal. PRTC never walked away from opportunity for profit.

"Mr. Vasard, we thought that if your goods were handled by one of our people between here and Macisikan, then there would be no problem; your goods come here, the dollars, or, ah, rachmas, flow back to you, we make a little out of the deal, your people aren't at risk; everyone's happy."

The PRTC man smiled, taking the sting out of his words, "I'm afraid you thought wrong. We were barely breaking even as it was, let alone turing a profit, and now-" he shrugged, "- it's a simple fact; we can get what we imported from you for cheaper elsewhere, and can sell our exports at higher prices in more stable nations. It's a pity in a way. I always did like Klatch... but business is business."

The Alconian was a savvy enough businessman to realise when the other party wouldn't budge.
"I see. Well, thank you for your time."

"Wait a second."
The PRTC man came around from behind his desk and stood in front of the Alconian, leaning forward conspiratorially.
"I'm going to let you in on a little secret; The cabinet beat us to the punch. PRTC was wrapping up in Klatch anyway; too expensive. And the others, well, you know that the AAI group left last year. It was only a matter of time before we followed. And in case you were wondering, I have it on good authority that the government is just as tightly attached to Macisikani Neutrality than ever; it wasn't a political choice, but an economic one."
He turned to look out of the windows of his office.
"I hope you have better luck in the future."

The Alconian stepped out of the office, crossed into an elevator, which took him to the lobby, where he met three of his colleagues.
"Well?"
"PRTC isn't going for it. What about Red Sea?" looking at one.
The others looked both annoyed and disappointed.
"They weren't even there; they left last week."
"You?" he asked another, as they started walking out into the street.
"East Mediterranean said no; too risky in Klatch. Then they packed up the office."
The third sighed.
"At least you got that far. I put our idea to Seven Nations..."
"And?"
"When they finished laughing, they told me thanks, but no thanks. They said it's not worth it. Well, actually, they said they wouldn't do it if we paid them."
"So, no good news at all... though PRTC did tell me that they were leaving anyway..."
"East Med were packing up."
"And Red Sea's already gone..."
They looked at the fourth one.
"Seven Nations was clearing out their offices. They'll be gone in less than a week."
The first shook his head.
"Maybe we should try for the small fry..."
"I could've told ya." The four turned to see an old man standing next to them.
"Them Maccans-" he jerked a withered thumb at the office block "-they's been windin' down for years. Time was, when people 'roun' here spoke more Macskani then English, but now? Now, you's lucky to hear a word." he sighed. "Them Maccans trades everywhere they goes and they goes everywhere. If they's a-leavin', and goin' where they's can trade, then a lot of folks are gonna follow 'em."
He stared at the tower.
"Them Maccans, they got a good nose for trouble; they's leavin', and they's not comin' back. It's bad times."
With that, he turned and hobbled away, leaving the Alconians looking at each other, then at the skyscraper that towered above the streets.

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(OOC: This isn't meant to be insulting, provocotive, etc. in any way; just indicating that we're very, very reluctant to stay in, or near, Klatch. It does mean that Alconian shipping firms can make a mint out of Macisikani goods (assuming they're in demand), now that our five main trading companies have refused to return, in any way, to the region; any goods they get would be bought in Macisikan, or from one of the minor companies, and shipped over by Alconians, putting most profit in Aclonian pockets.

I'm just doing the whole thing for RP purposes; showing that the events in Dyelli Beybi and Klatch aren't isolated to that part of the world)

Vrak

19-10-2004, 13:26

Ilek-Vaad

19-10-2004, 14:49

Colonel Aymes and his squadron caught up to the retreating Neo-Tyr air-craft, he was quite amazed when the enemy rounded on them.

"Evasive action, counter attack pattern D, My life for the Republic!" Aymes calmly told his men. As Aymes dived in for the attack he could see his wingman taking on damage and ejecting.

The Orions swarmed the retreating Neo-Tyr aircraft, closing around them , counter attacking with consumate skill, every Naval Guard pilot in these squadrons had taken part in the victory at Yasmarea, where the navy of the Empire of Fluffywuffy had been soundly drubbed in a single day, there was no panic or hesitation when the Neo-Tyr fighters engaged them, the Vaadian Naval pilots were consumate professionals.

The Orions closed and fired two Comet missles at a time, the Orions have no cannon, but they do carry eighteen Comet air to air misles each, guided by satellite, image recognition and heat sensors, the Comets were as hard to shake as the Orions.

The battle was joined and the dogfight commenced, at the same time the Jaguar Arsenal Cruisers opened up, their missle launchers firing volleys of Comet missles at the enemy, the Neo-Tyr, valiant as they are, were being hit from all sides. Only fresh reinforcements or a miracle could save them.

Aymes noticed one plane breaking away, but he ignored it, if one escaped that was no problem, the rest would most assuredly be splashed. He contacted Fire Control.

"Admiral, this is Aymes, we have taken a few casualties.........I thogught you said these guys surrendered?" Aymes continued to fight as he spoke, flying in a dog fight was simply another bodily function to this veteran.

"They did Aymes, they did. Keep on them, I'll contact the Minister of Defence and notify them of the casualties." Coyohuitl responded, he also turned "Launch the remaining Orions as Interceptors, these Neo-Tyrians don't seem to honour their surrender very well."

*****

Great Lassic, Ilek-Vaad

In the early morning hours mists shrouded the capital of Ilek-Vaad, the over one hundred million inhabitants mostly still asleep. The Ministry of Defence however, was open early as usual.

The Minister was at her desk when casualty reports began to come in. She looked to her assistant. "Where do these apeish foreigners of Neo-Tyr come from?"

The man paused and found a map in the database "Here Minister......." he stated as he forwarded it to her.

"Very good." she paused picked up her phone and clicked the direct line to Tollan "Command General Ring, the foreigners attacking the Klatch have engaged our men after their surrender, please set up a contigency plan to invade this hounourless nation and give me a list of the forces you may require. I am going to the Council to ask to have Neo-Tyr relaxed into the care of the Retaliatory Guard."

******

A bit later the Council was in session, the Minister of Defence recommending the 'removal' of the Neo-Tyr threat.

"They sent an invasion force to the FKC without provocation, in the support of terrorists and criminals. They have turned a purely internal affair of the FKC into a war and they have killed our airmen AFTER they declared that they surrendered. The only thing these foreigners understand, like most, is force. I move that we relax Neo-Tyr into the care of the Supreme Republican Commander and the Retaliatory Guard. The People of the Free Republic will not tolerate open attack upon our brave and selfless soldiers."

The Council murmured as she sat, the Minister of Foreign Affairs stood "I agree, BUT, we should exhaust diplomacy before we commit our brave Guard to combat. Let me try and speak with the people of Neo-Tyr and see how this can be resolved honourably, without bloodshed."

The Minister of Defence glared "They have already killed our men and women, and you want to wait?"

The Minister of Foreign Affairs smiled "Give me a until the Supreme Republican Commanders forces are ready to invade, we can prepare for war while working for peace, it would be to my advantage if you wave the big stick, it will give them incentive."

The rest of the Council nodded in agreement, the First Republican stood "Very well, I'll order General Ring to activate forces he believes he needs to eliminate Neo-Tyr, while The Minister of Foreign Affairs tries to sort things out."

They then moved on to other business.

*****
This missive is sent directly to Neo-Tyr's Prime Minister via e-mail, the Shadows of the Republic can surely get an e-mail address for Mr. Kanaan ;)
Copies are also sent to the King of Vrak.

To: Our Friends in Neo-Tyr
From: Theleb Kanaan, Minister of Foreign Affairs, Ilek-Vaad

We are somewaht dismayed by your involvement in the Federated Klatchian Coast. We do not understand why you would support rebels and terrorists and endanger your People so willfully. We also do not understand why, after surrender, your forces continue to engage ours. This is all very puzzling behaviour that seems to defy good judgement and reason.

I do hope that this is all some misunderstanding that can be worked out in a manner that does not waste lives and assetes fruitlessly. The Republican Council in Lassic is prepared to authorize an attack upon your nation. I have personally asked them to wait.

To avoid war I have some points that must be followed on your part, I do not think them unreasonable.

1.) The Immediate and unconditional surrender of ALL of your forces within the FKC, or involved in the action in the FKC.

2.) You immediately receive the Special Envoy of the Republican Council to negotiate a settlement. I would also suggest that a representative of the FKC also be involved.

3.) That you allow our Naval Guard into your territorial waters to confirm that your forces are not deploying for a counter attack.

I do not believe that these steps are unreasonable. The last step I feel is necessary, after all, your last 'surrender' did not hold, and I do not want you to think you can simply buy time with meaningless gestures. Real action must be taken to save lives.

I await your reply.

OOC: just a couple of notes, 1.) The Minister of Foreign Affairs does not know about Alcona's diplomat curently in Neo-Tyr. 2.) The Republican Council obviously would not have seen the Princesses address and so The Minister of Foreign Affairs, is operating currently without knowledge of these things.

Alcona and Hubris

19-10-2004, 18:53

(OOC: This isn't meant to be insulting, provocotive, etc. in any way; just indicating that we're very, very reluctant to stay in, or near, Klatch. It does mean that Alconian shipping firms can make a mint out of Macisikani goods (assuming they're in demand), now that our five main trading companies have refused to return, in any way, to the region; any goods they get would be bought in Macisikan, or from one of the minor companies, and shipped over by Alconians, putting most profit in Aclonian pockets.

I'm just doing the whole thing for RP purposes; showing that the events in Dyelli Beybi and Klatch aren't isolated to that part of the world)

OOC: Not taken as such, but as a note both Alcona and Hubris and Calarca have significant landholdings outside the Klatch proper...(Calarca is in many ways like the Klatcha's version of Hawaii...although a bit isolationist at the moment)

Your trading companies would likely have noticed the lack of instability in any of the Alconian Duchies on Zithral (a continent Alcona owns outright purchased from Xanthal...And far less instablity in Calarcian Gallaga which is quite resource rich...) I just thought that you should have that info to help your Rp...and also to republish it where someone's intelligence services might find it in the future since all that info vanished with the old boards...

Dyelli Beybi

19-10-2004, 21:26

The Dyelli Beybian assault gun formations opperated in a manner which could was comparable to a greek phalanx. Presenting the enemy with a wall of dense frontal armour and huge calibre cannons, while the weaker flanks and rear were protected by the sweeping columns of infantry and tanks. This was no hurried blitzkrieg, it was a slow and steady push, after about one mile the tanks would break to the right along with large numbers of the infantry in an attempt to catch the defenders in a pincer movement with further forces advancing on their front.

It would be a fairly vulnerable formation to air attack, which was why there were a few Mirage scouting the sky above the formation, while a pair of Su25s were busy strafing ground targets.

While it was a slow advance it was still likely, unless something put a stop to it, to have hit the centre of town within 24 hours.

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White was well aware of this, and was informing the Tzar of the problem now. The Tzar was a morbidly obese man who got puffed out climbing the stairs into the "palace". In reality the palace had been the post office before the take over, but it had a suitably inpressive facade.

The Tzar was lounging on a couch, decked out in a long flowing purple robe, which to most people would look like a poncho. His small piggy eyes darted around with barely contained terror, "They'll be here in a day Flavian? What are we going to do?"

Flavian White didn't usually allow people to use his first name, but the Tzar was a special case, he was the born ruler of the country after all, "We are going to escape Sir. When we're out of here we can make contact with the informant and start over again. Next time though, we'll make sure we aquire International support before playing our cards."

"Are you sure the informant is safe?" the Tzar asked, sounding rather whiney, "You did blab to that Commisaar you caught crossing the border."

"I did not blab." White corrected mildly, "I was trying to make her know just how hopeless her situation is before I killed her."

"Well have you done it?"

White shook his head, "Not yet, but I've got it scheduled for tomorrow at dawn, I'm having her garotted. Would your highness like to observe the death of a traitor to the crown?"

The Tzar didn't reply, but from the way his eyes liit up, White knew he did. As Prince he had always been very keen on public executions.

"We will be evacuating this position under cover of darkness tomorrow." White concluded, "I will contact the informant and they will make sure there are no naval patrols at the time we leave."

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Back at the cellar Dashwood gave Vassal a quizzical look, "Act the part? What part? Tell me what to do and I'll do it."

She had had her own plans, but they usually involved getting a gun and shooting her way out, and that wasn't going to happen any time soon. For a start, she was pretty certain Vassal, as kind as he may be, wasn't going to give her a gun, especially if she explained she was going to use it to try to blast her way to her own lines. She just hoped Vassal wasn't going to ask her to act like a dead body... there was a disturbing tendency among The Tzar's followers to hack off prisoners' heads and display them prominantely. When they'd first taken the town they'd executed all the garrison, local politicians and police officers they had managed to capture (most had fled) and had their heads displayed on the main road in, of course Vassal wouldn't have seen this...or probably heard about it unless White had told him, and she suspected that wasn't the kind of information White would cough up to reluctant allies.

Neo Tyr

20-10-2004, 01:17

Vassal looked at the ground. "Um... well, if, er, the rebels see that, uh... I'm not enjoying your, uh... 'services', they might want to bring you back to white. So, you know, just pretend I, uh... 'Had my way', with you?" Vassal said, blushing furiously. Sex was a more taboo topic in Neo Tyr than most places, and he felt rather awkward in this situation. Although Vassal had let down his guard when it came to Dashwood, Rudvich had not. Rudvich was an old family friend, this would be his last outing, however, and unlike most Tyrinians he had actually left the country. Some said he was once in Manhunter. If Manhunter actually existed...

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The Neo Tyrinan troop were doing the best they could. They had a defensive strategy, even hit and run if they could. However, it was easily seen that the Socialists had the advantage, and without external help they would have to fall back...

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The last of the Thunderbirds knew the situation was hopeless, but that was the point, in a way. They turned towards the fleet and smashed their planes into the ocean, and trying to get out before the water overtook them. However, one plane slipped through. A plane belonging to Johnny "Thunder" Smith, who escaped rather unharmed. He had a large advantage now, and most likely would not be caught...

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Richard watched Whitman leave, and smile. He pressed his small intercom. "Janice, dear, write up a writ for that ambassador. Not for now, but for the near future."

"Right away, Mr. Solstice." The voice replied.

"And bring me a bottle of Dikiri."

"Right away, Mr. Solstice."

Richard stood and looked out over the giant city of Kyrall, wondering how long it would last...

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Foreign Minister Juliet Seabrook had some business. Last month, she would of killed for some, but now she was done with it. She sighed and slumped in her desk. She would be working late tonight, and she had tickets to the big playoff game... She started to compose her response to the recent e-mail that was forwarded to her...

To: The Most Honorable Theleb Kanaan, Minister of Foreign Affairs of Ilek-Vaad
From: Juliet Seabrook, Foreign Minister of Neo Tyr

We offer you our deep thanks in the prevention of meaningless war that would pose unnecessary war between both factions. The combat after the surrender was unfortunately the actions of a few brash young pilots, yet we still take responsibly. We agree to your terms and conditions, yet reserve the right to continue to defend our coasts with the Coast Guard. It may take some time to wire the orders to the troop on ground, so patience would be highly appreciated.

We deeply regret the current affairs your land and the rouge actions of a few pilots. We hope our two great nations can put this behind them and look forward to a great new future together in peace and prosperity, not war and ruin.

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Haart paced towards the plane. “Fine, then. I will.” He turned and gave her a smartass smirk, “The Cyprus is you’re concern…” He said, walking towards the plane from the damaged ship…

Dyelli Beybi

20-10-2004, 02:26

Dashwood had begun to smirk, a devious twinkle forming in her eyes, "You're not trying to seduce me are you commander?" she teased.

She paused, suddenly looking more serious, "But in all honesty Commander, you have my word that should you surrender, you and your men will be treated with the utmost respect, you've saved me from a lot of well... we'll call it 'trouble' for now... it's the least I could do."

"Anyway." she was standing up now, pacing back and forth, "Now we'll probably need to flesh out your story a little right now, so that things will be more believable when someone shows up."

She stopped, facing Vassal, "Now we're going to need a new personality for you, you need to be angrier and swear more. If you're talking about me, call me 'that Communist bitch' or something similar, try to avoid calling me 'Dashwood' or 'Chlarissa'."

She hadn't actually mentioned her first name before, but aparently she was too caught up in getting this plan worked out to notice, "Any excuse you give for not handing me over has got to be about you, not me, you could try something like 'I'm having fun here and anyway, I can always do it myself.' White will more than likely send a lackey, just abuse him a bit and keep telling him you're a Lord and he'll bugger off."

"Of course." she continued, starting to pace again, "I'm also looking a bit too presentable, there's absolutely no way the kind of self serving egotistical bastard you're going to be would have found me willing."

She gave a slight smirk, "I am of course by now, completely broken spirited."

While she was speaking she'd managed to tear the sleeve of her blouse, this was never going to stop White entirely, it would delay him, and hopefully things would go completely out of control in the time it took him to respond...

She undid the top two buttons on her blouse, showing cleavage always helped, then turned back to Vassal, "Anything you think I've missed?"

Dashwood was an attractive girl, and she knew it, although she'd always been unhappy about using her body to achieve her goals as a lot of the female Cheka opperatives did, but this was different, it was life or death, and she really really didn't want to die.

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Unknown to everyone in Dyelli Beybian High Command, unknown to Lord White abd the Tzar, unknown to the soldiers from Neo Tyr. In fact, known only to the small group who were involved, things were about to change in Fiord Harbour, and everyone's plans would go out the window...

Ilek-Vaad

21-10-2004, 14:32

The message from the Foreign Minister of Neo-Tyr was circulated among the Council.

The Minister of Foreign Affairs stood "They have acceded to our demands, we should now move quickly to bring in the Vrakians and to select a Special Envoy to travel to Neo-Tyr and see about some sort of binding armistice."

The First Republican looked to the Minister of Defence "What would we need, in naval assets, to watch Neo-Tyr's coastline?"

The Minister of Defence stood " It is an arcipelago, so there is quite a bit of coastline. The Supreme Naval Commander has requested five Tactical Groups, four plus the one already in the area."

The First Republican nodded "Very good, activate them and get them in the area as soon as possible, Theleb, draw up a list of cadidates for Special Envoy."

They both nodded.

*****

Costa Tula, Ilek-Vaad

The Tactical Groups Emperor Ehecatl, Lhasa Vaad , Tomislav Vaad and Coyo Itihetacl moved quickly as they were activated. The Flagship Emperor Ehecatl was the first one out of the bay and set the pace for the other ships that began to file out, moving with great speed to Neo-Tyr.

*****

Meanwhile the Minister of Foreign Affairs sent a missive to the King of Vrak

To: Vrakian Diplomatic Corps.
From:Theleb Kanaan, Minister of Foreign Affairs ,Ilek-Vaad

I have secured from Neo-Tyr assurances that no more hostile action will be taken on their part. I have managed also to back up these assurances with force, the government of Neo-Tyr has agreed to allow our Naval Guard into their territorial waters to monitor them and to prevent and future 'poor judgement' in regards to deploying their forces. They have also agreed to surrender their troops on the ground in Dyelli Beybi, although they have admitted that communication with them is tenous at best at the moment.

The Republican Council is also sending a Special Envoy to Neo-Tyr to discuss a permanent settlement of this issue, I would also request that envoys from the FKC also join our Envoy so that you may directly apply and receive redress for your grievances.

I hope that war can be prevented, but we must, as always, prepare fore war and work towards peace.

Our Tactical Groups should arrive in Neo-Tyr in a week at most.

He then also sent another missive to Neo-Tyr

To:Foreign Minister Juliet Seabrook of Neo-Tyr
From: Theleb Kanaan, Minister of Foreign Affairs, Ilek-Vaad

I received your message and am very pleased. Our Naval Guard is being dispatched immediately and I would like your Coastal Guard to keep the lines of communication as open as possible to prevent any misunderstandings. So long as our ships know where yours will be in advance and the nature of their movements there should be no conflict.

I am also preparing a diplomatic mission to travel to Neo-Tyr to work for a permanent settlement that can be agreed to by both Neo-Tyr and the FKC.

I thank you.

****

In the oceans off the Klatch Coast, the Naval Guard airmen were finishing off the remaining Neo-Tyr planes that had attempted to escape, so far as Aymes could tell only a few managed to slip away.

He watched as sevarl planes were forced to ditch due to damage or lack of fuel, he dutifully rported the positions of all downed planes so that the Arsenal Cruisers could begin rescue operations.

He then contacted Fire Control "This is Aymes, it looks like we're clear........." he looked over and saw the fresh Orions arriving "We're headind back to reload and refuel, over."

Fire Control replied "Roger that, good work Hunters, over."

Vrak

21-10-2004, 14:54

Vrak Military High Command

-Update please.
-Cyber attack now has been effectively neutralized, since it was a “one-time” assault. Our counter-unit is keeping up the pressure on Neo Tyr’s computer infrastructure and we are now attacking systems in New Shiron. But the latter is a secondary target.
-Very well. Switch to the CAESAR system should further problems come up. How goes the projection fleets?
-The four new fleets are still being provishioned. I recommend that we also send along 2 older projection fleets in place of one new one since the new fleets are not battle tested.
-Noted. As well, keep the Dauntless class ships back.
-Perhaps they could be used with a bombard group?
-Perhaps. And our bombers?
-Well, the northern group is on standby. We need to acquire more information about targets. Our satellites are still not operational in that regard. And we darenot switch to civilian systems since we don’t know how badly they were affected. We expect a progress report soon though and we are ready to emergency override if necessary.
-Good. As soon as the fleets are ready, send them to an operational position in the Walrus Sea. Commence link-up with other FKC states if the plan is greenlighted at that time. I will coordinate war strategy with the Privy Council then. Send out long range recon craft over Neo Tyr. I want as much intel as possible.
-As you command.

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At a JDF base in Jiggady, two Vrakian A-50 mainstays thundered into the sky, towards the land of Neo Tyr. They were unaccopanied by any fighter escort, relying on their high altitude and hopefully small numbers to escape detection.

The second group of guardian fleets finally neared Fjord harbour, ready to assist in rescue operations while the first group shadowing the New Shiron ships turned away.

Meanwhile, the diplomatic note from Ilek-Vaad was being considered. No immediate response was forthcoming but the note itself was passed along to Parliament. The Intelligence Director also plunked himself down to read it over…very carefully.

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OOC: For FKC states; please assume that Vrak passed along Ilek-Vaad's latest note (post#165) to Parliament and the Privy Council.

Dyelli Beybi

22-10-2004, 01:50

Things had taken something of a turn in the centre of town. While Government forces pressed relentlessly onwards, the Tzarist banners over the post office had been flung to the ground and NSWP banners put in their place, spreading panic among the Tzarist fighters, who really had no idea whether the Tzar was alive or dead. Gunfire occasionally echoed from the interior. Those people who had fled the building spread tales of some of the guards suddenly deciding to attack the others, although with the lack of a uniform for the Tzarists, they could just as easily have been armed civilians or something else.

For any Neo Tyr troops nearby, the NSWP banners would look very much like Nazi party banners except the Swaztika had been replaced with a chi-rho.

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Meanwhile many miles away the river Djel sluggishly flowed towards the sea. In the middle of the huge river, was an island, known as Carabis. It was some miles South of Bath and was a prisoner of war camp, big enough to hold several thousand troops, although at the moment it held far, far, less. It had chest high brick wall around it. Any of the people inside could easily have vaulted it, but it wasn't there to keep them in, it was there to keep the crocodiles out... the place was teeming with them, the Neo Tyr troops held there would never have seen anything like them, some were even bigger than Australian 'salties'. Trying to swim out would be suicide.

The only way on and off the island, besides the inside of a crocodile was by boat, a boat which pulled up once a day to deliver food, medical supplies, fuel for the generator and once a week to change the guard. The guard was all of 20 young men and women, police officers, not propper soldiers. They seemed more interested in getting a tan and playing cricket than watching what the prisoners were up to, and so long as none of them tried to climb the fence into the barracks/ boat ramp area, they were more or less allowed to do whatever they liked.

Grant Dart was among those being held there. He would find nothing to complain about. The prisoners were severed three square meals a day, given basically anything they asked for (which didn't include anythinng the guards having to go miles out of their way to find, spend lots of money on, or was something that could help the prisoners to escape). They even had television, although the only channels it picked up were KTV (Klatchian Television) - the local Dyelli Beybian news channel and the Cartoon Network. Apparently KTV had a reporter with the troops at the front line and it was sending back regular news footage.

Ilek-Vaad

22-10-2004, 14:36

The Republican Council had before them the list of candidates for the Special Envoy, only three names, but that was usual for such an important assignment. The Minister of Foreign Affairs briefly gave his reasoning for selecting each one.

"First is Field Marshal William 'The One-Hundredman' Issem, aside from being a superb soldier, he proved to very diplomatic and polite when we sent him to AMF, he could keep an eye on the strategic situation if need be.

Second is Madrid Arden, if she were to use her 'title' I'm sure the monarchists in Neo-Tyr and Vrak would immediately give her extra respect, not to mention she is a very blunt and persuasive negotiator, just what we may need to deal with Vrak.

Finally is Tacha Ixitacatl, she has served on the staff of The Nachxa several times and has been extemely helpful and uncommonly knowledgeable about foreign affairs since I took office, it'd be a good chance to see what she can do."

The Council mulled the candidates and eventually picked Madrid Arden, the First Republican turned to the Minister of Foreign Affairs "What about the FKC, have we heard back from them?"

The Minister shook his head "Not as of yet, their federated government seems slow and unwieldly."

The First Republican nodded "Then send Ms. Arden to Vrak first, we don't want to appear to be cutting them out, or to be negotiating behind their backs, she doesen't go to Neo-Tyr until an envoy from the FKC goes with her."

*****

The Minister of Foreign Affairs sent another missive

To: Vrak Diplomatic Corps
From: Theleb Kanaan, Minister of Foreign Affairs, Ilek-Vaad

Friends in Vrak and the FKC, we have selected a Special Envoy to assist in resolving issues with the state of Neo-Tyr. We have chosen Princess Madrid Arden, Heiress to the Throne of Coventry. She has wide experience in international negotiations and will be an asset is dealing with the current situation.

With your permission we will first send her to your Glorious Kingdom so that she may meet with your officials to formulate a working plan to hopefully resolve this conflict with minimal cost in lives and assets.

Vrak

22-10-2004, 15:41

To: Vrak Diplomatic Corps
From: Theleb Kanaan, Minister of Foreign Affairs, Ilek-Vaad

Friends in Vrak and the FKC, we have selected a Special Envoy to assist in resolving issues with the state of Neo-Tyr. We have chosen Princess Madrid Arden, Heiress to the Throne of Coventry. She has wide experience in international negotiations and will be an asset is dealing with the current situation.

With your permission we will first send her to your Glorious Kingdom so that she may meet with your officials to formulate a working plan to hopefully resolve this conflict with minimal cost in lives and assets.

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To: Theleb Kanaan, Minister of Foreign Affairs, Ilek-Vaad
From: Vrak Diplomatic Corps
Subject: Neo Tyr

Quite frankly, the FKC has already sent an envoy to Neo Tyr and were, from what we gathered, rebuffed. We no longer see any further need to reason with that nation but you are welcome to send a representative you our capital, Vrak Prime to outline any concerns.

Neo Tyr

23-10-2004, 04:36

Vassal raised an eyebrow and nodded to Dashwood. "R-right. Thank you, Miss Dashwood. I'll be sure to..." However, just then, Rudvich tapped his shoulder.

"Lord Vassal, bad news."

Vassal turned with a concered look on his face, "What is it, Rudvich?"

"The Tzarist HQ seems to have been taken, and the Brass back in Kyrall've said that we need to stand down."

"Stand... down?" Vassal said slowly, frowning.

Rudvich gave a somber nod. Vassal turned away from everyone for a few moments in silence. "... Right," He started, "Tell the opposition and the troops, then have the men return to the landers. We'll give in there." He said, trying to keep his voice from breaking.

Rudvich nodded. "Roberto! You heard him! Go work!"

The soldier nodded, and dashed out, Rudvich put his eye back on Dashwood, and Vassal gave a sigh. He had failed exquisitly. Perhaps he wasn't cut out to be a Fleet Commander. Perhaps he was'nt as good as his brother. He looked up. "Right. Let's move out. Keep an eye on Miss Dashwood, Rudvich." He said, composing himself

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Grant Dart was pacing and cursing. He was in a dangerious mood, something not uncommon for him. He was stuck in a stupid POW camp, there was a stupid river taunting him, and worst of all, he had no goddamned cigarette. He could probably ask for one, but that would be admitting defeat. He would'nt do that. He was Grant of the House of Dart dammit! The ex-bridge operator walked cautiously towards him. "C-Cap'n Dart? It's-it's time for lunch-"

"I don't give a DAMN about lunch." Dart said sullenly.

"Well, would you al least come inside, Cap'n? It's starting to rain..." He said helplessly.

"No I won't! I'm only going to be happy when I'm leaving this hell hole, so shutup and eat your god damned food!"

The bridge operator gave a little hop. "Y-yes Cap'n! Understood!" Geez, Dart could be so touchy sometimes...

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"Mr. Belda! Mr. Belda!"

Hamariki Belda turned. He was in the government building, just heading to lunch, actually. "Ah, Julia, how may I help?"

Juila Seabrook caught up to him and caught her breath. She had just sent a confermation to Ilek-Vaad and 'the Klatch', as they were called, and needed to sprint to catch Belda. "The outlanders are going to send a fleet over, to make sure we're not going to counterattack. Smells like a trap to me."

Secretary of Defence Hamariki Belda nodded and stroked his chin. In a society of ranks and bought commisions, it was odd to see a native so high up in the government. Unlike his peers, he had dark skin and hair, and was a brilliant stratgest. Future generations would belive his great mind was wasted in Neo Tyr, yet he loved the land with a passion and was honoured to represent his country. "Hmm... It may be. I'll go activate the Artimis System Net. Get some news to Vassal and his Coast Gaurd not to attack or threaten."

Julia nodded. "Yes sir. See the game last night?"

Belda frowned. "Did I?! Those Bullets are a bunch of cheaters..."

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Dyelli Beybi

23-10-2004, 12:06

Dashwood coughed, she needed to get this out before Vassal disappeared, "You know." she suggested, "You personally might be able to get out of here... you know slip through the net."

She glanced at Rudvich, "You too probably."

She paused, aware that her suggestion probably was making no sense at all, "If you took a small boat from the harbour, you could probably slip under radar and if you do it well... now while it's still dark the guys on the shore won't see you."

"OK...umm you're probably wondering why I'm telling you this." she paused, giving a slight smile, "I need to get a message to the mainland and the less people who know I'm alive and might be carrying it, the better. If you can get me to Squeegleton, I can get you two out of the country, I'm sure you'd be much more useful to your country alive and well and able to report on your experiences, than in a POW camp."

Dashwood meant every word of it, she just hoped the pair of them believed her as well... sometimes in war, you needed to chose the lesser of two evils, and letting this... gentlemanly Commander escape, seemed a damned sight less evil than giving White's informant the chance to get rid of her and cover it's tracks. It could even start this whole dreadful business all over again, "If you don't believe me... you'll still have the weapons and a hostage."

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Over at the prison camp, the guards had all wandered out to take a look at the rain, the valley of the Djel river was regarded as wet by Dyelli-Beybian standards.... which meant it might rain two or three times a year, and that was a big occassion.

Ilek-Vaad

25-10-2004, 16:20

To: Vrakian Diplomatic Corps
From: Minister of Foreign Affairs, Ilek-Vaad

It would be best if our representative personally voiced our concerns. Special Envoy Arden will be leaving for Vrak Prime within the day.

Vrak

26-10-2004, 08:10

The four projection fleets were finally underway and moved to a position safely within the Walrus sea. As well, an sizabley number of troop transport vessels left their respective home ports all along the entire western coast of Vrak. Other troop transports were on standby, ready to assist other Klatchian states in the movement of men and materials. Still more transport ships were being loaded with infantry, tanks, artillery, and even attack helicopters. Some reorganization of the Guardian fleets were underway to provide protection of the transports and several tankers, ammo, and hospital ships were activated. The bombers in the Northern HORDE sector were presently being loaded with missiles designed to strike at infrastructure, such as military bases, roads, and bridges. The bombers and fighters that landed within Dyelli Beybi, Rouge Jiggady, and Jiggady were left with their anti-ship missiles which could prove to be very useful – especially if others wished to get involved. They were presently being refueled and undergoing “hurry up” maintenance checks.

However, the formidable nuclear arsenal of Vrak was to remain merely on standard engagement protocols and follow their usual doctrine.

Meanwhile, the Anti-Terrorism Cyber Warfare Unit was stepping up their operations against Neo Tyr. They wanted to cause as much chaos as possible to disrupt and and all of the enemy’s systems. On the Vrakian side, a few more satellites were online but it would be a while before the techs were satisfied that they were “clean”.

The two A-50s continued their daring journey towards Neo Tyr. The crews were not at all happy with this mission, considering that they were unescorted. Their orders were to get as close as possible but if detected, to turn around and come back within a “safety zone”. That is, to draw back closer to the Klatch so that interceptors could assist in dealing with any enemy harassment.

Finally, in the capital of Vrak itself, a small contingent of diplomatic staff waited for the Vaadians. They would escort them to meet with the External Affairs Minister himself, rather than the usual Ambassadorial staff.

OOC: I’m pretty sure that attack helicopters can be moved by ship?

Novus Arcadia

26-10-2004, 09:07

The newly-formed Empire of Novus Arcadia has recently suppressed a grand rebellion and established constant peace and security within the Arcadian realms. His Excellency, the Emperor of Novus Arcadia, would feel honored to provide aid to the Royalist forces, attempting to overthrow the burden of the communist yoke; and as Arcadian military spending is on the increase, it seems natural that one of our primary considerations should be to help our neighbors who fight for freedom and stability.
On behalf of the Emperor, I hereby offer the aid of Novus Arcadia to the Royalist freedom fighters.

-Ambassador of His Excellency, the Emperor of Novus Arcadia.

Macisikan

26-10-2004, 10:09

Confidential Memo

[Commercial In Confidence]
From: The Pacific Rim Trading Company Corporate HQ, Aldet City
To: Secretariat of State for International Telecommunications, Arn-Maciska
CC: Secretariat of State for Trade, Arn-Maciska
Subject: Communications disruptions with Neo-Tyr

To His Imperial Majesty's Principal Secretary Of State for International Telecommunications, Greetings in Haste.

We here at PRTC are experiencing much difficulty in communicating with our branch offices and subsidiaries in Neo-Tyr. Such disruption has been going on for a considerable period of time (communications statistics attached).

We are very much concerned that this may indicate that the DataNet and the TradeNet are compromised in some way, as internal diagnoses have failed to produce a reason for a problem (diagnosis reports attached).

While the issue is far from debilitating, it is becoming an irritant, as reports, such as stock exchange statistics, from Neo-Tyr are being delayed by up to 30 minutes.

We should point out that there has been no such disruption with communications to any other nation, and this has led us to believe that the disruptions are deliberate...

=========================

Intelligence Report, Internal and Secret
Report F/K/C. 587/19
... appears that another nation has choosen to involve itself publically on the loosing side...

... we surmise that it will be only a short matter of time before they either withdraw their support with an apology, or the FKC forces liquidate that nation...

... no Macisikani are at risk in that nation, as none are present. Trading interests will not be affected...

Ilek-Vaad

26-10-2004, 14:04

The supersonic Marathon-A transport screamed into the Klatch, it's transponder set to diplomatic channels identifying it as a Vaadian diplomatic plane. The jet landed in Vrak Prime and moved quickly to it's designated landing spot and it's four occupants disembarked to meet the Vrakian delegation.

All four are dressed formally and move in a very precise manner. Three men dressed in white with double breasted long-coats pinned open to the shoulder to display their dazzlingly bright chrome breast plates emblazoned with a black maltese cross , the 'Beaucent' of the Purifiers. They also wear tall chrome athenian style helmets, chrome gauntlets and highly polished black riders boots with chrome fittings , they wear ceremonial broadswords at their sides.

One of them walks in front of the party and wears a Colonel's star, the other two stay a step behind the lady they accompany, walking in a precise lock step with her.

She is dressed in dark grey, with a high collared, sable trimmed, long coat pinned open as well with grey blouse and trousers, all with red trim, suede gloves and boots and her short hair is in braided. Around her neck is a rather large gold necklace, it's central piece in the shape of a shield emblazoned with a red ruby setting of a castle tower and gate , this is surmounted by a gold crown and a black maltese cross, smaller shields with various devices form the chain of the necklace on either side.

The Colonel steps up to the awaiting diplomats and turns to the princess who after a second of quiet contemplation nods, the Colonel then speaks.

"Ladies and gentlemen, Princess Madrid of the House of Arden, Heiress to the Throne of Coventry, Special Envoy of the Republican Council."

She then steps forward to offer her hand greet the delegation, the Colonel is very watchful and steps in if anyone gets closer than an arms length to the princess , his gauntleted hand chest high to make sure they step back.

Vrak

26-10-2004, 15:37

Protocol Officer 1st Class Troy Oio watched the Vaadians descend onto the red carpet, his bald head beaming in the sunlight. He was dressed in a crisp dark suit with a power red tie and sported jet black dress shoes shined to an shimmering luster. In fact, it was better than the boots of the King’s Own squadron, six strong, that stood with Oio in full Royal Dress. No ceremonial swords but each one carried a well-maintained machine gun.

The protocol officer and the King’s Own noticed the defensiveness of the Vaadian guards and kept a respectful distance from the Princess. The Vaadians needn’t worry though, since Vrakians tended to be aloof while sober.

“Greetings, Princess Madrid of the House of Arden, Heiress to the Throne of Coventry, Special Envoy of the Republican Council to our humble lands. I am Protocol Officer First class Troy Oio,” exclaimed Troy as he took the proferred hand. He did not kiss it since, well, that was not the Vrakian way. Instead, he bowed deeply yet kept his eyes fixed on the Princess.

“Allow me to escort you to our Minister of External Affairs. He is waiting for in our Hall of Meetings." A nod to the Colonel and the rest of the diplomats and guardsmen, indicating they can ride however they feel most comfortable.

Nearby, three armoured limosuines started up along with a few Vodniks. Each Russian hummer had a machine gun mount manned by a grim faced marine.

OOC: If you want, we can say in the next post that you are at the office of the Minister; an immense walrus who resides within a massive fortress-like dome. In fact, most buildings in Vrak are domes. I’ll explain some more odd features once you are there.

Ilek-Vaad

26-10-2004, 15:55

OOC: Domes you say? Intriguing.

The Vaadian delegation moved to the waiting limosines and then on to meet the Minister of External Affairs.

Once there the Princess instructed her honour guard to wait outside and then the Princess entered the Hall of Meeting and bowed slightly to the Walrus. She then took a seat. She then, despite previous formality, launched right into business in the usual Vaadian manner.

"Good afternoon Minister, I am Princess Madrid Arden, Special Envoy of the Republican Council. I have talked with our Minister of Foreign Affairs at great lengths about the situation between the FKC and the Nation of Neo-Tyr.

Needless to say he and the rest of the Council have voiced some concerns about about the situation and have asked me here to lay out those concerns and see how best to proceed. It is important that first and foremost to inform you that the Free Republic believes in exhausting all diplomatic avenues before going to war. We also feel that FKC forces invading Neo-Tyr is at least as undesireable as Neo-Tyr invading the Klatch , justified perhaps, but undesireable nonetheless.

We simply want to know what you intend to gain by invading Neo-Tyr, is it driven by revenge? or is there some tangible objective you hope to gain? I understand that the FKC has already sent an envoy to Neo-Tyr? Quite frankly we are politically in the dark here, with our Naval Guard deployed we would prefer to know as much as possible."

Vrak

26-10-2004, 16:28

The walrus, only wearing a multi-coloured hat smiled at the Princess. Then, in his deep bass voice he replied.

"Princess Madrid Arden, the FKC did not ask for Neo Tyr nor any other nation or organization to become involved in our internal affairs. Yet, time and time again, this is what seems to be happening. We have had enough of it. Neo Tyr, and any others that wish to interfere, shall be made into an example. We fail to see how any more talk will save them."

Alcona and Hubris

26-10-2004, 17:03

KCN
The Klatchian Coast Network
Bringing You the Insanity of the Coast...

Breaking News

"Good Afternoon, I am Bill Dork, Third String Anchor...the rest are doing more important things than reading a telepropter. At this hour we have a report from our correspondent, Lisa Losmos from the Klatchian Parliament."

"Thank You Dork, We have just heard from our reporter inside the Klatchian Parliament that the entire Jiggadian Delegation has just voted for the War Authorization Bill stating 'An invasion for an invasion'. At present, the vote appears to be fairly solid in favor of War with Neo Tyr, with sixty-six percent of the Keys voting for war, and a solid seven percent not really caring and Abstaining at present."

"Lisa, were there any no votes?"

"Yes, there has so far been one single No vote from the junior Alconian Key. He is quoted as saying, 'War is something that is ultimately distructive to both sides, we must not waste our assets on some one as titually ignorant and foolish as the Neo Tyrians have proven to be.' He seemed to think war was foolish with the Neo Tyrians which should be expected from a member of the GAD."

"Thank You Lisa, when will the vote be closed?"

"The Speaker has called for a final count of the vote this evening. Unless someone acts within the next few hours, the Federation will be at war with Neo Tyr by tommorow morning when the President afixes his seal upon the decleration of war."

"Thanks again, Lisa...You heard it here first, with a majority of 66%, the war vote appears it will soon be passed by the Klatchian Parliament."

"In other news, Rain Today for the Djel river valley...."

Ilek-Vaad

26-10-2004, 17:11

Madrid smiles politely at the Walrus.

"We do oppose nations meddling in the sovereignty of other nations, but it does happen all of the time, not only to you, but us and other nations as well. While it is the natural reaction to react in a military manner to such interferences , it is not always the most prudent course.

We have seen that the FKC has flexed it's muscle gaining a huge naval victory over Neo-Tyr and causing a total about face by the government of Neo-Tyr and the withdrawal of forces en-route by New Shiron. The world has seen that it is obvious that Vrak is not only capable of defending the sovereign interests of Klatch, but can do so with brutal effectiveness.

Now, it should be determined how best to follow up this victory, keeping in mind your best interests of course. First, we should see if an invasion of Neo-Tyr would be profitable, or if it would simply be a revenge motivated war of attrition that would cause an unecessary expenditure of Vrakian lives and assets. Second we should see if Vrak as a magnanimous victor, can extract some favourable agreement to end this conflict before it widens.

I don't know what terms your envoy gave to Neo-Tyr, but perhaps the manner in which they are offered can be tweaked to give them the maximum impetus to settle reasonably in your favour.

I personally don't care if Neo-Tyr is saved or not, I simply would recommend that while your forces prepare for whatever action they may take, that your envoy also use that time to see if your demands can be extracted diplomatically without an actual costly war.

It may even be feasible that I meet with representatives of Neo-Tyr to re-apply your demands, in a manner to suggest that perhaps I am restraining Vrak from military action."

She pauses and smiles

"Think of it as a 'good cop, bad cop' scenario. Your current invasion preparations would give us a big stick to wave while also offering a diplomatic solution and having me act as an intermediate party may give Neo-Tyr the political face saving cover they need to appear to have not directly succumbed to the FKC's demands , but to have done so at the urging of the Free Republic. The end result would be the same, but would be politically and diplomatically more tactful for each side.

These are simply the issues that the Republican Council wanted me to address. If you do not think that military action is avoidable, then we will not hinder your invasion, we simply want you to know that you will not receive either political or military support for your invasion and that our Naval Guard will no longer help to guard the FKC. If you choose to respond to a pointless invasion, with a pointless invasion, we will not support it."

The Princess shrugs and smiles

"We WANT to support Vrak, but we will never support what we, respectfully, see as wrong actions. We also believe that it is best to let you know this , so that there is no ambiguity"

New Shiron

26-10-2004, 19:49

ooc
back from business trip, which mercifully was shorter than planned.

IC
Report of the Dyelli Byelli Incident
Our forces have returned home without further incident and are now in port.

Summary
Readiness has been better than satisfactory, with all Royal Guard and Royal Navy units ready for action within 24 hours of the warning order. Although no combat resulted, all forces were in position and the plan had an excellent chance of success until yet another superpower entered the fray and forced cancellation.

The cyber attack, which was a rather low grade affair for our forces and used only a portion of our full capability was successful far beyond what was anticipated. The counter attack by Vrak have done some damage, but primarily to consumer networks that are repariable by their very nature as they are dispersed and non centralized. Nodes that have been heavily damaged are inexpensive and easily replaced. Damage is limited to the tens of millions of crowns, although lost time and productivity will raise this to the couple of billion crown range.

Possible Repercussions
Intelligence data collected from Neo Tyr and elsewhere however indicates that the nation of Vrak is a highly xenophobic alien race who may ultimately be a threat to humanity. Signal intercepts and agents on the ground confirm that Vrak is threatening invasion of Neo Tyr and is willing to use ALL weapons of war, including WMDs, to accomplish the destruction of that nation.

In light of the relatively limited committment by Neo Tyr, this is clearly a massive overreaction.

Due to this development, it is highly recommended the OPERATION MASSADA stage 1 preparations begin, and that the distrubution of necessary NBC weapons be carried out throughout the homeland.

Better national suicide than slavery to this race.

OOC
This report is intentionally leaked out to agents of Dyelli Byelli and Ilek Vaad who had previously been identified. New Shiron monitors enemy spies, but does not arrest them, figuring its better to know who they are than have to find the new ones that replace them.

New Shiron

26-10-2004, 20:59

The Queen was in black as she stood on her balcony, watching the morning sun rise over the hills to the east. Her good friend Charlotte had lost her mother a few days ago, and more importantly, Charlotte's mother had been the Ambassador to the UN from New Shiron and had been poisoned by a hitman from somewhere.

Her intelligence service was working on identifying the exact nature of the plot, but it really didn't matter. It was clearly either retaliation for the actions she ordered in Dyelli Byelli or a warning or both. And it was her fault.

The report troubled her. Vrak was clearly dangerous. If they invaded Neo Tyr, it would very likely be destroyed if the remainder of the Klatchians got involved. And there would no reason for them not to attack New Shiron next based on their logic as reported to her by intelligence.

So WarPlan Samson and Operation Massada, the ultimate nightmare of a warplan was out of the safe and on the desk of her commanders and civil defense people.

Scorched Earth, and the rescue of only a nucleus to rebuild the nation after the invaders finally left.

Her commanders assured her that the virus would kill 80% of the aliens, but it would also kill 20% of any humans infected and the aliens would be sure to hit back with their own weapons of mass destruction. Her nation would be converted into a wasteland most likely. But the invaders would die and die until they finally gave up and went away, hopefully taking a few germs back with them.

She only hoped the release through back channels of this information persuaded the allies of the Vrak to persuade them to call this ugly nightmare off.

Sighing, a tear in her eye, she signed the order releasing NBC warheads to the operational control of the commanders of the Royal and National Guard forces.

OOC
the actual warplan (the basics, not the details but enough to show New Shiron isn't bluffing) is released through double agents to not only Dyelli Byelli and Ilek Vaad, but also Alcona. New Shiron is scared, but ready to fight to the bitter end (historical models would be Paraguay and Japan, and literary model is the US at the conclusion of the Draka series by SM Stirling)

Ilek-Vaad

26-10-2004, 21:28

Velite General Yash Ihsan sat at his desk going over a report from New Shiron, a dossier of events in the Klatch and a profile on the Vrakians.

He looked thoughtful "Let's get a copy of this to the First Republican."

Colonel Aldred nodded to him "I've also recalled the Shadows from New Shiron, for now, we'll send in new people."

General Ihsan raised his eyebrows "Why? They're doing some good, they got this."

Aldred grinned "THAT was too easy I think they wanted us to have it, not that I mind, I just don't want them to know that they know what we know about who."

General Ihsan looked seriously at Aldred " You've been drinking again, haven't you?"

******

The First Republican read over the missive from the Velite General , his brow furrowed, he looked up at the Minister of Foreign Affairs "The Vrak are aliens? I thought they were walruses?"

The Minister of Foreign Affairs shrugged "Maybe they mean aliens as in extranational, not extraterrestrial, or maybe they are alien walruses, I'm not inclined to care one way or another. Certainly the New Shiron fleet movements were not training. We should keep an eye on them."

The First Republican nodded "And our Envoy?"

"Just arrived in Vrak sir, I'm sure Ms. Arden will let us know when there's a breakthrough, or not."

The First Republican nodded again "Do you think Vrak will invade?"

The Minister shrugged "They are at least as xenophobic as we are, but much more inclined to violence, so I would say they probably will invade Neo-Tyr and possibly other places. That's what Ms. Arden is going to find out for us."

The First Republican sighed " Why can't everyone stay out of everyone else's business? I mean, what's the point if Dyelli Beybi has a Communist government or a Monarchy or a giant purple chicken as head of state? How does any of that effect Neo-Tyr, or New Shiron?"

The Minister smiled sagely "Ah-ha, I think you've just hit on the point I'm sure the FKC would make ,but they simply seem bent on revenge, however ignoble it may be."

The First Republican rubbed his chin " Well if it comes to that, let them do it on their own, bloody stupid if you ask me."

Neo Tyr

26-10-2004, 22:44

Grant Dart was fuming in the light drizzle on his head. He was not a happy camper. He occasionally muttered a curse until the young bridge operator ran outside. “Cap’n Dart! Cap’n Dart! The news! The outlanders are gonna attack home!”

Dart’s head snapped up at a speed where it cracked. “What!?” He bellowed and sprinted inside where the captured sailors were watching the TV solemnly. The reporter was nonchalantly stating how they would invade Neo Tyr, and then turned his attention to the rain.

Dart started to shake angrily and kicked the television off it’s table, killing the transmission. Several concerned voices spoke up, but Dart hollered them down. “Quiet!!!” He screamed looking them over, “You know what this means! Those filthy outlanders want to invade!”

“But what do we do?” A concerned voice spoke out, “We can’t do anything here!”

“You leave that to me,” Dart said pointing to himself, “I’ll think of something. We’ll be able to do something…” Dart said, starting into thought.

---

Lance Vassal sighed. “No, we can’t do that. Looks like there are ships out there. We’d be caught. No, I must stay true to The True Noble’s Code, and surrender personally, Miss Dashwood,” he said starting up the stairs.

Rudvich watched him leave. “Optimistic kid…” He muttered and turned his eye to Dashwood. “Well, come one, come on!” He said, beckoning her up the stairs.

---

Hamariki Belda was in his office, reading over several papers he had just gotten from his aids. His eyes danced over the papers, giving a quick read through of them and plotting what to do. He then got a knock on his door. He turned his gaze from the papers to the door. “Come,” he said, his eyes darting back to the reports.

“Lord Belda,” the messenger started, “I need orders, Mr. Solstice’s command.” The man said calmly.

“Yes, yes,” Belda muttered, looking up, “Contact Vassal and his coast guard to get moving. Also, I need the Artimis Systems Net up at full very soon. And try to isolate those damn cyber attacks and stop them. Our networks can do that.” He said, reading over yet another stack of papers.

“Very good, my Lord…” The messenger turned to leave but gave a double take, “L-Lord Belda?”

“Mmh?” Belda said without changing his focus.

“D-do you thank we can… win?”

Belda sat up and looked at the messenger for a moment. “It’s very possible, but it wont be easy.”

The messenger gave a nervous smile. “Y-yes, Sir. Thank you, my lord.”

Belda sighed as the messenger ran out. He leaned back in his chair. “At least I hope so…” He said, then turned his attention back to his reports, determined to make the right moves.

---

At the top floor of the Neo Tyr Government Building, Richard Solstice watched the sleeping city, holding a small glass in his hand. An opera played in his office, his favorite music. The elevator towards the back of the room door’s opened. Richard would normally be intrigued, it took a key card to get up this high, a card few held. However, Solstice knew who was coming. An average looking man stepped out, normal in almost every regard. However, it was obvious he was not a Neo Tyr national citizen, his hair and skin tone was off. “Solstice!” He said in a friendly manner, “I heard you called for my services.”

Richard did not turn. “Indeed I did, Dash. I have a project for you.”

The outlander raised an eyebrow. He didn’t hear the word ‘Project’ in awhile. “What kinda project?” He said in an unformed manner.

Richard sipped his drink. “… I need you to go into the Klatch, preferably Vrak. It’s a little walrus hunt.” He said, barely resisting a smile.

“Walrus hunt huh?” Dash said crossing his arms, “I can do that. But it won’t be easy. The Klatch isn’t like the socialists and abolitionists we’re used to.”

Richard raised an eyebrow and turned to Dash. “Are you saying you can’t do it?”

The man laughed and put his hands out. “Solstice, Solstice, I’m a Manhunter. Of course I can do it. I just need an... impetus."

“You can name your price. Just kill as many officials as you can. It shouldn’t be that hard. Make those filthy outlanders pay for trying to harm us, but hold off untill war starts for both sides.”

Dash smiled. “Of course, my lord. I’ll pick up a little team, we’ll slip into Vrak, and go on a little bloodbath. I’ll kill them all in the name of the Tzar of Dyelli Byelli.” He said, walking towards the elevator and leaving the room.

Richard smiled and took another sip. “Manhunter never misses its target. The outlanders think they can walk all over my country. They’ll rethink their policies when they’re losing their top brass! The ‘Tzar’ will be so pleased!” He said, starting to laugh as rain clouds started to form over the city of Kyrall and the millions sleeping inside her…

---

Damian Haart silently watched over the sea as his plane was getting ever closer to the King of Vrak himself. Haart was sure that he could talk out a peaceful solution to this disagreement. There had to, and if anyone could, the House Father of Great House Haart certainly would…

---

To: The Most Honorable King of Vrak
Subject: Peace Talks Are Still Available
From: Princess Marimeta Cicily Llamanian of Neo Tyr

I suppose my offer was not accepted. I have heard that you mean to invade the Archipelago. While I hope and believe this is a large misunderstanding, there is the unfortunate chance that this is not and you mean to attack us.

I would never criticize your actions, yet it makes very little sense to attack. The massacre and genocide of over two billion souls would create nothing short of an international backlash in human rights violations, not to mention international companies whit internists in Neo Tyr would be very displeased with those actions.

I still believe that we can come to an agreement that benefits both of our parities, with war harming us both seems like the wrong plan. I know that no amount of money or compensation can heal the loss of life on both sides, yet we both lead modern, civilized nations, so we can find a way to end this ugly conflict without any more needless loss of life.

I happily await your response,
Marimeta Llamanian
---

Dyelli Beybi

27-10-2004, 00:56

All across the front, vehicles were moving forward now, it seemd victory was inevitable. One column of Model 3 tanks had met some stiff resistance, and one of the tanks had been immobilised by a thrown grenade, blocking the advance into the central city. A few infantry had move forward to set up a perimeter while a half-track was called in to drag the tank out. The rest of the crews were hanging around, smoking and drinking a bottle of vodka. One Commander, seated on the turret of his tank, scanned the skyline with a pair of binoculars, trying to plot the rising columns of smoke against the map he had of the city, and work out exactly where the armoured columns had reached. A new day was dawning and there was just enough light to see clearly. Suddenly, something red caught his eyes, "Hey John, come up here a minute."

Another Officer scrambled onto the turret, "You called?"

"Yeah." the first Officer passed John the binoculars, "What do you see over there?"

"Looks like NSWP banners." John remarked, "...that's odd, I'm fairly certain we havn't punched that deep yet."

"Yeah, so am I." Something suspicious was going on.

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Many miles to the East, something else suspicious was going on. Saint Guineford's naval base was a hum of activity. Soldiers were moving in in great numbers and the Bay was clogged with shipping. It looked like Dyelli Beybi was preparing for an amphibious assault.

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Cyro, the High Chancellory

The High Chancellor was staring out across the river, from the his office window, 3 storey's up, when the blonde man with the glasses, in the grey suite entered, he did not turn, "Ahh Otto, you still havn't learned to knock. Take a seat."

The man did, offering a thin lipped smile to the State's leader, "I see you're as polite as ever Eamon, is ruling the country treating you well?"

The High Chancellor snorted, "Too many sleepless nights, people just can't leave us alone. The Vrakians seem pretty keen to teach this lot a lesson, and well, I think we're going to have to get involved, heck they invaded us, the people in the streets are calling for blood... but then that's nothing unusual. You're looking happy?"

Otto nodded, "Oh yes, it seems my young protege wasn't killed off by Felix's rash little plan. I have reason to believe she is likely to survive her little escapade."

"Oh?" the High Chancellor raised an eyebrow, "Why's that?"

"Because that fat bastard George VIII was shot dead by one of my agents." he looked at his watch, "...about 25 minutes ago, unfortunately that 'White' character managed to escape."

The High Chancellor frowned, "What agents, I thought you were retired?" he seemed about to continue but instead dismissed the matter with a wave of his hand, "I don't remember telling you to organise anything like that, but anyway, have you looked into the other matter I asked you to organise?"

Otto nodded, "Oh yes, you said 400, and I've narrowed it down to 400, 50 from the Cheka and 350 from the armed services. Reshuffling of ranks of course." he passed a manilla folder across the table, "I think you'll find these are the best the country has to offer."

The High Chancellor began to leaf through the pages, "So these are the faces of our new Special Forces..."

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Otto's young protege followed Rudvich, "Optimistic?" she asked. The way she bridled at Rudvich's comment would imply she'd taken a bit of a liking to the Commander, it seemed she was about to say more, but the sound of a bolt clicking into place, silenced her.

White was waiting in person at the top of the stairs, some kind of rustly hunting rifle, pointed at the Commisaar, "Commander, it's about time we got rid of that wretch." he gave her a malovelent glare, "Unfortunately I don't have time to do this properly, get back against that bloody wall."

Before Vassal or anyone else could move though, Dashwood had started up a panicked babble, "You don't want to do that, if you don't I can make it worth your while, I'm rich you know, and influencial."

All the time she was shufflig closer to White, Rudvich would probably realise a little too close, "Just please, please, please don't..." it happened in a split second. Her hand lashed out, grabbed White's sidearm and pointed at his forhead, he hadn't even moved, "Put the gun down and take 4 steps backwards."

It was probably begining to dawn on the Neo Tyrans why White had said she was dangerous, apparently he hadn't listened to his own advice. He followed her instructions, putting the rifle on the floor, and taking four steps backwards, but then turned on his heels and fled, his footsteps echoing down the street outside. Dashwood didn't fire after him. Instead, without turning around, she lowered her own gun to the ground and put her hands on her head, "I'm sorry." she sounded genuinely apologetic, "That kind of behaviour probably isn't in the 'True Noble’s Code'."

From the way she was breathing, that she was still alarmed, she was probably half-expecting someone to shoot her in the back. She seemed to realise something, and without turning, kicked the pistol backwards towards Rudovich, "Sorry." she repeated, "I guess I panicked just a little...I'd fully understand it if you want to tie my hands behind my back or something... I'm not going to try a stunt like that on either of you two, heck I'm completely in your debt."

Apparently the fact that nobody had raped, tortured or otherwise degraded her, all of which she had been fully expecting when she had first been taken prisoner, had given Dashwood a very positive attitude towards these Tzarist allies.

Vrak

27-10-2004, 04:49

To: The Most Honorable King of Vrak
Subject: Peace Talks Are Still Available
From: Princess Marimeta Cicily Llamanian of Neo Tyr

I suppose my offer was not accepted. I have heard that you mean to invade the Archipelago. While I hope and believe this is a large misunderstanding, there is the unfortunate chance that this is not and you mean to attack us.

I would never criticize your actions, yet it makes very little sense to attack. The massacre and genocide of over two billion souls would create nothing short of an international backlash in human rights violations, not to mention international companies whit internists in Neo Tyr would be very displeased with those actions.

I still believe that we can come to an agreement that benefits both of our parities, with war harming us both seems like the wrong plan. I know that no amount of money or compensation can heal the loss of life on both sides, yet we both lead modern, civilized nations, so we can find a way to end this ugly conflict without any more needless loss of life.

I happily await your response,
Marimeta Llamanian
---

To: Princess Marimeta Cicily Llamanian of Neo Tyr
From: Vrak Diplomatic Corps

You interfered in the internal affairs of the Klatch. You killed Klatchian citizens, damaged Klatchian property, and displaced innocent Klatchian citizens and yet believe that a simple apology will deflect our wrath? You think that we honestly care about world opinion at this point?

You, and any others of your ilk, shall soon find out what it means to rouse us. We have been lenient too long with outsiders. No longer.

OOC: You can t-gram me if you want regarding "walrus hunting" and I'll try to fill you in as much as possible about the relevant details.

Alcona and Hubris

27-10-2004, 05:23

The New Shiron Delegation
In the morning mail after the incident at the fundraiser, a letter appears in the mail. The envelope is made of heavy cream paper with the address of the delegation printed in neat boilerplate handwritting. Actually too neat, it looks like it came directly out of a writting text book. There is no return address, but the postmark indicates it was cancelled this morning at the U.S. Post Office across the street from Penn Station.

The letter is sealed by a blob of white wax with the impression of a skull inprinted onto it. Inside the letter was written in the same blue ink and boilerplate writting.

This evenings actions were a demonstration of our displeasure with New Shiron and her recent naval actions. Any further interference by Her Majesty's Government and we will be forced to commit regicide. This shall be your only warning.

1 New York Center
There was a very annoyed CSI since the recent death of a prominent U.N. delegate had just been declared by 'natural' causes. "My ass that girl went looney in the middle of the friken Met and then had a heart attack. At her age? Not damn likely..."

China Wrighty, Pacific Ocean

Twelve heavy, high altitude bombers vanished into the night sky. Each looked like a giant delta wing. At 30,000 feet and 2,000 miles they began to meet up with tankers and refuel for the second part of their journey.

New Shiron

27-10-2004, 05:34

Queen Gabrielle reviewed the uploaded photo of the note received in New York.

"What would you like for us to do your Majesty?" asked Lord Donovan, chief of her intelligence service, one of the men and women waiting for her to answer in the plush office.

"We do nothing. If this is all of the retaliation that occurs then we get of easy. If not, then we will have to see. I am willing to accept tit for tat. Beyond that, well... we will see."

"What do you have to tell me about Neo Tyr and the Klatchians?"

"Apparently they are still debating it, but it seems some of the Klatchians are willing to let the incident end, but some are not. Its too early to tell, but I think the Vrak are going to move anyway."

"If they do, then we may also. Maybe our fleet would help enough to prevent a genocide in Neo Tyr. As powerful as our fleet it is, it won't stop an invasion of us afterwards. At least that way they will account for some Walrus before they die. Order the navy to go on a full stand down for maintenance."

Vrak

27-10-2004, 07:54

The External Affairs Minister nodded at the words from the Vaadian Princess. Yet, he thought to himself, they do not know us.

“We would not ask you to do something that you are not comfortable in doing. We are glad to hear that you will not interfere militarily with the plans of the Klatch. We, that is Vrak, cannot claim all the victory in Fjord Harbout and the surrender of the Neo Tyr fleet since the Dyellians are, as I gather, conducting a ground campaign as well as JDF and Alconian naval forces contributed heavily. In fact, we only committed some bombers and fighters to help the Dyellian and JDF airforce.”

“I understand what you mean here diplomatically, and I assure you that the back doors are open. We suggest that Terran Sphere be contacted since they are even more peaceable than the Alconians. But as far as ‘wrong actions’ go…let me show you something…”

He moved from behind his desk and went out onto the balcony. The balcony itself was a massive affair that was seemingly carved from the curve of the dome itself, giving an indented appearance. He looked over the capital proper, beyond the large walls that surrounded the dome itself. Although most of the city looked quite neat and tidy, there were some shantytowns and some piles of rubble. A few buildings also looked like they were struck by artillery shells or something else.

“Those buildings you see, over there? Our engineers assure me that they are structurally sound but scheduled for demolition soon. They are the reminder of the Dozle war that wrecked havoc on our lands. A price, I suppose, for minding our own business. I could also show you the spot in Dyelli Beybi were chemical weapons were used by Imitora and Tersanctus in their botched attempt at invading our lands. At least Imitora has decided to heal the wounds by paying the families compensation. And there? See? A war monument to those that fought in all of our wars.”

He turned.

“It is not that we don’t know that some states within the Klatch are more, shall we say, restless than others. What irks us is that before we, by this I mean the Klatch, have a chance to do anything, we have all these outsiders nosing around. They are still doing this, you know. We've had to send a delegation to Menelmacar regarding this whole elf fiasco. Of course, Menelmacar believes that all elves are like their own and under their ‘benevolent’ protection – but failed to demonstrate this at the World Court with Christofi. I tell you this, had Menelmacar actually bothered to send someone it probably would have made Vrak more inclined to sympathize with them. However, they insulted our liege and that is something we cannot take lightly. And don't get me started on those Drakonians and the idiotic OMP. Especially Scandavian States.”

A pause.

“We know that your nation shares this philosophy, and while we may disagree on some fine points, I think this is why we are so compatible. You are free, of course, to view this upcoming conflict as you wish, and we certainly won’t let that tarnish what we have built up so far.”

He moved his great head from side to side.

“What more can I say? I am glad that you came, but I fear that Neo Tyr, and any others that feel inclined to meddle, will only bring about their own ruin. Not once, and I mean not once, have we ever forced our agenda and way of life on others.”

Macisikan

27-10-2004, 10:26

Secretariat of International Telecommunications
Communications Log; DataNet External Connection Server 999.999.387.3
Date: RLI (Real Life Index) 27.10.04, 10:59:35 AMT

10:59:35.23 AMT: Connection from 3.2.25.245 (TradeNet Interface Server 3.2.25.245)
10:59:35.24 AMT: ACK sent to 3.2.25.245
10:59:35.25 AMT: Reroute request from 3.2.25.245 to ###.###.###.### (Neo-Tyr Communications network)
Attempting connection, please wait...
* * * * *
... CONNECTION REFUSED: SERVER BUSY

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Secretariat of International Telecommunications
Communications Log; DataNet External Connection Server 999.999.387.5
Date: RLI (Real Life Index) 27.10.04, 11:02:31 AMT

...
11:02:31.76 AMT Incoming connection from external ###.###.###.### (Neo-Tyr Communications Network) to port 21
11:02:31.76 AMT Incoming connection from external ###.###.###.### (Neo-Tyr Communications Network) to port 22
11:02:31.76 AMT Incoming connection from external ###.###.###.### (Neo-Tyr Communications Network) to port 23
11:02:31.76 AMT Incoming connection from external ###.###.###.### (Neo-Tyr Communications Network) to port 24
11:02:31.76 AMT Incoming connection from external ###.###.###.### (Neo-Tyr Communications Network) to port 25
...

SUS-PORTSCAN DETECTED: INTRUSION ATTEMPT
--- ALERT ALERT ALERT ---

Notifying Security Servers... done.
Refusing further requests to/from external network.

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Confidential Memo
received: RLI 27.10.04, 11:07:51 AMT

[URGENT]
From: The Pacific Rim Trading Company Corporate HQ, Aldet City
To: Secretariat of State for International Telecommunications, Arn-Maciska
CC: Secretariat of State for Trade, Arn-Maciska
Subject: Further Communications disruption with Neo-Tyr

To His Imperial Majesty's Principal Secretary Of State for International Telecommunications, Greetings in Haste.

PRTC appears to have been cut off from all communications with our branch offices and subsidiaries in Neo-Tyr, and we have heard that similiar disruptions have been experienced by the Seven Nations Minerals Corporation.

All requests to connect to the Neo-Tyr Communications Network have been met with the following reply;

ERROR: COMMUNICATION REFUSED BY DATANET SECURITY SERVER

We first noted such disruptions at 11:03 today...

Dyelli Beybi

27-10-2004, 11:10

Benjia House, Cyro

Felix Dzerzhinsky's office was abuzz. Word had just reached the ever vigilant (although currently somewhat crippled) Cheka that New Shiron was threatening to use some form of biological weapon, a virus it seemed, as such Felix had called on one of the 'doctors' employed by the military to produce and counter bio-weapons, "So basically what you're telling me is you can make us a vaccine but you'll need time, and more importantly, some of the virus to study?"

The doctor nodded enthusiastically, "I think so, yes, naturally some virus's mutate the surface proteins regularly, meaning that a vaccine is very difficult, HIV and coronna are good examples, however my initial expectations are that they'll have used influenza. Influenza is a good one for modification... so's coronna for that matter... anyway, basically we won't know anything about it, whether we can vaccinate, whether we have any affective forms of anti-virals currently being produced, how it's spread and so on, unless we get a culture... heck we don't even know what symptoms it causes, which doesn't help when it comes to guessing what we're up against."

The whole talk had left Felix looking a little confused, "So in other words, you won't know anything until we get you a sample."

The doctor nodded.

"Right." Felix clapped his hands together, there was a third person in the room, a young woman in a field-grey uniform with a laptop, he was dictating to her now, "I'll get all our info on that damnable little country gathered. We need to find out where they're hiding the stuff. We'll need sat images and reports from agents in the field. You can't keep that kind of stuff completely hidden, then, tell Mr. Collins he can use his new little toy to see if he can grab some."

Felix had been none too happy to learn that 50 of his agents were being taken off him to make a 'special forces' unit, which he regarded as a complete waste of time when they had a perfectly good police team for dealing with terrorism and that kind of stuff, although he conceded you couldn't really send them overseas.

Ilek-Vaad

27-10-2004, 14:13

Madrid looked out from the balcony with the Minister of External Affairs and nodded contemplatively before speaking.

"I do understand Minister. Believe you me, we feel that Neo Tyr's actions constitute nothing short of a hostile invasion, and that they do indeed bear the onus of acceding to your demands.

It is a bit harder for us to understand directly the effects of foreign intervention, especially in a military sense. It has been nearly a thousand years since any enemy crossed our borders, but we have often mobilized to help our neighbors throw off enemy invasion. I would only like to see a higher profile negotiation with Neo-Tyr.

I would like to see Klatchian diplomats and Neo-Tyrian diplomats side by side comparing their offers for compensation to end the conflict, I would like to see some negotiation , not in back channels, but in plain sight.

If you can reach your goals by diplomacy, you could save the lives of thousands of Klatchians now preparing to invade, and if you can't, then invade anyway, at least if the People see you negotiating in good faith, the Free Republic can support you."

She turns and smiles up at the Walrus

"We simply want to know that all diplomatic solutions have been exhausted before invasion occurs, as I said, it doesen't need to hinder your invasion plans, merely supplement them. "

******

Meanwhile out at sea Admiral Coyohuitl was being hailed.

"Tactical Group Group Revenge , This is Group Emperor Ehecatl and Groups Lhasa Vaad, Tomislav Vaad and Coyo Itihetacl. We will be at rendevous point in two hours , over."

Admiral Coyohuitl stood, realizing the awesome number of ships gathering. His com officer replied.

"This is Revenge, welcome to the party , over."

A gruff voice that Admiral Coyohuitl reconized as Supreme Naval Commander Itxaad barked over the com "Damnit Admiral, get your ships ready to move, we head for Neo-Tyr as soon as we meet up, My Life for the Republic!"

The Admiral smiled "Aye-aye Sir!" he turned to his men "Recall the Orions, empty Ballast and get ready to move."

The Naval Guard were preparing to move, with no less than ten Revenge Class Battleships, ten Tollan Class Carriers , over a hundred Arsenal Cruisers and nearly a hundred submarines.

Vrak

27-10-2004, 15:48

The Minister wearily nodded his head.

“You know, I once believed that if people actually were willing to listen and talk that peace would eventually result. But, as I grow older, I see how foolish I was in my youth. Peace belongs to those with the biggest stick and to those who exert the most influence. The weak are gobbled up and the strong grow stronger. It is the way of things.”

“I would like to believe that Neo Tyr would bargain in good faith with us. But how can we trust them? How can we be sure that others won’t support them? In fact, I’m sure they would. Most likely New Shiron would since they also poked their head in here. And to think, they meddled and now are probably calling to the world for help. Why can’t people just leave eachother alone?”

The last sentence was said into the empty sky rather than at the Princess. After a minute, the walrus continued.

“Our King wishes Neo Tyr to pay for his insolence. In fact, if the entire nation was razed to the ground and the entire population forced into slavery by the Klatch, the King would be giddy with delight. He wanted to do that to the Drakonians but I kept telling him, ‘Let’s just talk it out. Let’s just wait a bit’. That resulted in the most drawn out negotiations which led to a cold war with The Drakonian Imperium. I can’t begin to tell you how hard my job was when the OMP came.”

Another weary sigh. The walrus seemed to visibly age.

“Vrak cannot do negotiations in the open. We would lose too much face. Personally, I think that some form of occupation of Neo Tyr by the FKC would probably be on the list of demands, although I can’t be sure. I can’t tell you how insulted my liege felt when Neo Tyr merely offered to apologize and pay compensation.I urge you to talk to the Alconians and especially Terran Sphere. But our back door will remain open for as long as I can keep it open.”

The walrus emphasized the last statement.

“Perhaps now, you may want to arrange a visit with some other players. There is not much more I can do.”

Ilek-Vaad

27-10-2004, 16:14

Madrid sighed and smiled again

"The Republican Council doesen't particularly trust any of the other 'players'. Vrak is the only state in the Klatch that we actually trust , mainly because of the Vrakian manner of being forward and honest. I don't trust Neo-Tyr either. I believe your King's judgement will eventually lead to what he doesen't want, more international involvement and interference.

I have seen dozens of times when a war starts, that good intentions come from all sides, foreigners either eager to settle an old score or foreigners that believe in protecting 'victimized' nations.

I will see what I can do to secure Neo-Tyr's surrender, but that is all, since your King simply wants vengeance, I cannot offer much more to either side. I doubt very seriously that anything will avert war, and our forces will soon depart and your nation will lose our support, something I will regret deeply.

Thank you for your time and patience."

With that the Princess bows politely and heads back to the airport with her honour Guard.

******

Supreme Naval Commander Itxaad recieved communication that the Special Envoy was leaving Vrak Prime. He immediately contacted Neo-Tyr's Foreign Minister with a brief message.

To: Foreign Minister of Neo-Tyr, Juliet Seabrook
From : Supreme Naval Commander Itxaad,

Esteemed Foreign Minister,

My Flag Ship and Tactical Groups will be arriving in Neo-Tyr's waters within the next few days. I am anxious to speak with your naval commanders and coastal guard to assure that there are no misunderstandings or accidental engagements. I am perfectly willing to allow your coastal guard to operate as usual, but I would prefer if your navy would stay at dock.

I have also been informed that the Special Envoy of the Republican Council is en route to your nation and should be there tomorrow, she is traveling via Marathon supersonic transport and instructions on where she should land would be greatly appreciated.

I do hope that negotiations are fruitful and that no further military action is required on either side.

Supreme Naval Commander Itxaad, Naval Retaliatory Guard, Ilek-Vaad

Commander Itxaad rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

Vrak

27-10-2004, 16:18

All television programs were suddenly interrupted. In fact, the transmitters were cranked up to broardcast to the entire world. The only time that this happened was…when Dozle invaded the Klatch. Needless to say, the populace was worried.

A great walrus appeared, looking decidedly older than last time but was still able to concentrate his attention on the camera. Flanking him were several stern looking walruses wearing their bright multi-coloured hats. Even the High Monk from the Order of Bok was there, his smile radiating hope. It was King Vrak the First! The people began to clap and whoop, even those in their homes while those on the street let out an exuberant yell. The King spoke haltingly, but clearly in his deep voice.

“Citizens of Vrak! Citizens of the FKC! I come before you now at your President and King! The FKC Parliament has lawfully cast their vote deciding the fate of the nation of Neo Tyr. The majority have spoken! The FKC nation goes to war with the invaders!”

He then showed a document to the camera. It appeared to be some form of official looking text. The camera zoomed in while the King’s face faded out but now continued to read from the teleprompter.

“And to the leaders of the Principality of Neo Tyr:

You have unlawful interfered in the internal affairs of the Klatch, specifically the state of Dyelli Beybi, which resides within the Federated Klatchian Coast. In doing so, you have declared war upon the entire FKC. Let it be known that from this day forth the FKC is at war with The Principality of Neo Tyr. If any other nation, regions, or alliances wish to help you, they also shall be at war with the FKC.

We will grind your armies into dust. Your war machines shall be displayed as a monument to your folly and as a warning to others who dare trifle with the Klatch. Your flesh shall be feasted upon by the Rotten Vernious Kinids and your name shall be blotted out from existence.

The Republic of The Terran Sphere
The Disputed Territories of Leshp-islands
The Frothy Goodness of Guinness Extra Cold
The United Socialist Republics of Dyelli Beybi
The Grand Duchy of Monte Ozarka
The Piratical Queendom of Jiggady
The Barbarian Hordes of North Germania
The Free Land of Rouge Jiggady
The Interplantary Confederacy of The Lords of War
The United Duchies of Alcona and Hubris
The Empire of Mighty Wyverns
The Super Happy Fun Empire of Dontgonearthere
The Glorious Kingdom of Vrak
The Kingdom of Calarca
The Greater Empire of Midlonia
The Glorious Imperium of Dukratus”

[The Great Seal of the FKC President]
[The Great Seal of the Federated Klatchian Coast]

A maniacal laugh began to rise from the King but the broadcast was suddenly cut short.

New Shiron

27-10-2004, 19:26

The Queen stood alone on her terrace, her guards back a few feet and discretely quiet. She smoked a cigerette, her first in years, and looked out across the lake that the city of Regina was built around, and wondered how many centuries would be required for it to return to the beauty it had now if the Klatchians nuked it.

There was no choice now. They intended to conquer and enslave Neo Tyr and there was no indication that New Shiron wasn't next. They were clearly insane to make such a massive overreaction to what was essentially a limited war situation. But there it was. It was her fault that New Shiron was facing this disaster, and her sin of rashness had created the problem for her people. It amazed her though that even after offering abdication and submission to trial that her cabinent and Parliament had refused to accept her offer.

It was beyond her mistake now. Although she had gotten New Shiron into this mess, the Vrak and their human allies were now looking to begin genocide. Never in history had she or her people heard of such a massive overreaction.

Her people would fight and die with her. Hopefully she would be able to save a few.

She waved to her aide who then escorted in the camera crew. It was time to make the announcement.

http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=368698

Alcona and Hubris

27-10-2004, 20:49

Caldaron

27-10-2004, 21:17

Caldaron has decided to support New Shiron in any capacity that is necessary. We have dispatched an Ambassador bearing the Seal of the Union. The PSU Commonwealth is not involved with Caldaron's participation.

New Shiron

27-10-2004, 21:18

Diplomatic Note to New Shiron through Switzerland

Your recent actions to expel diplomats of the Federation has caused some alarm within the Central Government. We are wondering if you are going to inform us of your formal decleration of war, or just outright attack us? We wish to point out that the Federation, and no Klatchian State, has appeared to be offically involved in any matter concerning New Shiron.

Nor has New Shiron been offically involved in any Klatchian Internal Matters as we can judge at the moment.

With these thoughts in hand we find the actions of the her Majesty's government perplexing. We would like a clarification of why you are taking these actions against our citizens.

-Landgravine Hubris
Outer Consul of the Federated Klatchian Coast

Diplomatic note presented via Switzerland that same afternoon
The Government of New Shiron has the following concerns:

New Shiron seeks assurances from the Federated Klatchian Coast that it intends no invasion of our country, and will not attack our country using weapons of mass destruction or conduct military operations against civilian or economic targets in our country and will not attempt to disarm us.

In addition, New Shiron seeks assurances that its independence and soveriegnity will not be infringed an any way by the nations that make up the Federated Klatchian Coast

Finally, the People of New Shiron view with grave concern and alarm the threat by the Vrak to slaughter the people of Neo Tyr and make the survivors slaves. Such a threat is beyond the pale of civilized conduct and is worse than barbaric.

Therefore, the nation of New Shiron feels that it has no choice than to prepare itself for defense, but pledges that it its forces will remain within 200 kilometers of our coasts, that no missiles will be launched and no satellite launches will be conducted without first informing you in advance for the duration of this crisis.

However, if New Shiron is attacked by weapons of mass destruction, or is invaded, New Shiron will use all available means to defend itself, and failing that, make such an invasion as painful as we can to the invaders or attackers.

We have apologized and pledged to remain outside or your affairs from now on. That is all that we can do. We can do no more. But if your people intend to extermine the people of Neo Tyr for sending a division and a battlegroup (both of which have been destroyed), what will you do to us for probing your defenses and considering a rescue (however ill advised). Simply kill a lot of us and leave our country in ruins?

Signed

Gabrielle O'Connor, Queen of New Shiron

Alcona and Hubris

27-10-2004, 22:17

Diplomatic note presented via Switzerland that same afternoon
The Government of New Shiron has the following concerns:

New Shiron seeks assurances from the Federated Klatchian Coast that it intends no invasion of our country, and will not attack our country using weapons of mass destruction or conduct military operations against civilian or economic targets in our country and will not attempt to disarm us.

In addition, New Shiron seeks assurances that its independence and soveriegnity will not be infringed an any way by the nations that make up the Federated Klatchian Coast

Finally, the People of New Shiron view with grave concern and alarm the threat by the Vrak to slaughter the people of Neo Tyr and make the survivors slaves. Such a threat is beyond the pale of civilized conduct and is worse than barbaric.

Therefore, the nation of New Shiron feels that it has no choice than to prepare itself for defense, but pledges that it its forces will remain within 200 kilometers of our coasts, that no missiles will be launched and no satellite launches will be conducted without first informing you in advance for the duration of this crisis.

However, if New Shiron is attacked by weapons of mass destruction, or is invaded, New Shiron will use all available means to defend itself, and failing that, make such an invasion as painful as we can to the invaders or attackers.

We have apologized and pledged to remain outside or your affairs from now on. That is all that we can do. We can do no more. But if your people intend to extermine the people of Neo Tyr for sending a division and a battlegroup (both of which have been destroyed), what will you do to us for probing your defenses and considering a rescue (however ill advised). Simply kill a lot of us and leave our country in ruins?

Signed

Gabrielle O'Connor, Queen of New Shiron

The note that is returned through the same diplomatic route is not quite as formal as the first:

Queen Gabrielle and the Cabinet of New Shiron,

First may I state that your letter was accidently destroyed soon after its arrival to the Federation Captiol of Port Olympus. However let me attempt to clarify the present situation within the Federation towards your nation.

First, at this time the Federation Parliament has not declared war, nor has a war resolution in session, against New Shiron. However, if a state feels that you are a threat they may, as the consitution allows, declare war on you in an individual capacity.

I have personally not heard of any rumors of such activity, and personally the Privy Council would consider any deployment of state forces on defensive duty while the Klatch as a whole at war, grounds for Attainting their military control as it would endanger the entire Klatch at this time.

As for weapons of mass destruction. Let me make this very clear, any firing of an ICBM, with any type of warhead will be considered a nuclear launch. This will of course result in the inbounds containing nuclear weapons. Futher any nuclear or biological attack by New Shiron will be met with in kind.

As to the concern of the slaughter of Neo Tyrians by the Vrakians, I am curious why you think this slaughter is even remotely possible? Any territory invaded by the Federation will first pass through the area commander's control and then to the control of the Privy Council. At this time we see no reason to slaughter the population, only remove a government that endangers our own. Nor are we sure where you get their desire to enslave the population. Your statements are quite interesting consider the President has only been quoted as " your flesh will be eaten by Rotten Vernious Kinids and your name shall be blotted out from existence." It would take 100,000,000 attacks by Kinids per year to wipe out the Neo Tyr population, of course one needs to find a Kinid, which is quite difficult.

To keep the Klatch from mis-interpeting your actions we would strongly suggest that your armed forces stay within your self declared saftey zone. We also suggest that no New Shiron ship, even those under flags of convienince, be within 380 miles of Neo Tyrian waters for the duration of this conflict.

As for your final comment, I fail to remember it clearly...but it was likely just a futher emphisis that you will defend yourself if attacked. We will take this as standard boiler plate, but thank you for the timely warning. Let us both practice mutal non interference at this time for the benifit of all.

Victoria Wittelbach Crawford
Landgravine Hubris,
Outer Consul of the Federated Klatchian Coast.

Port Olympus
"This was the only copy of the letter?" The Landgravine asked...

"Yes, I think the local Checka were nosing around, and likely paid the maids extra to get their hands on it." The Klatchian Marshal answered.

She smiled and put the end of the note into the burner keeping her tea pot warm. It caught on fire and burned before her eyes.
"Yes, tell everyone that the correspondence was accidently destroyed when my tea spilled on it. I have some really gross garbage the Checka can sift through tommorow morning."

She dropped the burning letter into a large mortar and pestal and waited for the flame to extinquish. "Take the reply back please Andrews, let Merrick enter the letter as destroyed in the log book...." She started to grind the burned remains of the paper into a black powder.

Andrews studied her for a second and then turned to walk out of the house and take the red eye back to Geneva.

OOC: the destruction of the letter is specificly so that my fellow Klatchians can't get an IC admittance of your 'guilt'. Not that she is all that friendly mind you...but she has one target at the moment and she plans on keeping it that way for the moment.

New Shiron

27-10-2004, 22:47

after receiving the letter, New Shiron writes back the following:

As we have both stated our positions, New Shiron hereby declares that its forces will remain in its safety zone for the duration of the National Emergency and all satellite launches will be from a clearly definined commercial facility with 48 hours notice. As satellites require replacement, this is a necessary measure.

New Shiron

28-10-2004, 00:11

Gabrielle read the notes from Alcon with an expression of dismay. Between the television broadcast monitored from Vrak (Walruses! what next, Penguins? she wondered) she didn't know what to believe.

The facts worried her though. But so far nothing had happened and with any luck, based on the satellite reports showing the conditions in the POW camps that now held Neo Tyr troops, nothing would. Dyelli Byelli seemed to be treating its POWs according to the rules, and if the other nations were really going to participate, maybe any excesses would be prevented.

"Who knows?" she whispered to herself. "Maybe Neo Tyr would manage to get some kind of deal and war would be averted and the nasty beasts from Vrak would fade back to whatever nightmare spawned them"

Or, she thought to herself, as the old Arab Proverb had it, maybe the horse would learn to sing.

ooc
The Queen is a bit xenophobic too

Her Defense Minister, Matt Ridgeway, and her Minister of State, Lord Harrington, waited patiently for the young queen. They ignored her mutterings, as they were proud of her. In spite of her mistakes, she was handling things as well as she could.

"Your Majesty, regarding the offer from Caldaron?" Lord Harrington prodded gently.

"Yes, tell them we accept. Besides, it will give our pilots some experience with higher tech aircraft acting as the bad guys and maybe it will help them live longer if the Klatchians do invade. Tell them their fleet activity is fine as well and to feel free to drag out their search as long as they need too. Their presence might provide some additional deterence against an invasion by sea."

Neo Tyr

28-10-2004, 00:36

To: The Most Honorable King of Vrak
From: Princess Marimeta Cicily Llamanian of Neo Tyr

How odd. My advisors assured me that you were a sentient... walrus, but you seem no more intelligent than a normal beast. If you can only understand the boorish laungage of war, then we will teach you a lesson your foolish 'Klatch' will never forget. Perhaps when the shores of our Hamapuri are stained red with the blood of Vrakian troops you will see you foolish, idodic consequnce of unneeded wars. There is still time to reconcider your foolish act.

*Seal of the Great House Llamanian*
Marimeta Cicily Llamanian

---

Vassal had his eyes wide open after the deft actions of Dashwood. "Uh... no, it's not in The True Noble's Code, but I suppose it works... Anyway, we must press on, Miss Dashwood, Rudvich." He said, still a bit dazed. He motioned with his head towards the door and left.

Rudvich smiled a bit and nodded. "After you." He said, pointing towards the door after collecting White's former weapon...

---

Hamariki Belda walked to the main defense room in the Neo Tyr Government Building. He was surronded by many worried questions, but blew them off untill he found Undersecretary of Defense Gilbert Hale looking over some statistics. "Mr. Hale! Report!"

Hale strightend up. "Ah, uh, yes. We've found the sourse of most of the cyber attacks. Wasn't too hard after we closed some holes when it happend last time."

Belda raised an eyebrow. "Then why haven't you taken care of it?"

Hale smiled. "We're just closing any backdoors we can find. Give those outlanders a rude awakeining when it comes to attacking our systems. Also, with war declared, millitary recrutment rates are skyrocketing. Seems they want to defend their home."

Belda smiled. "Very good, Mr. Hale. My respects. The Artimis Systems Net?"

"Fully operational. With it up, the outlanders can't touch us."

Belda gave a little chuckle. The Artimis Systems Net was his pride and joy. No matter what this 'Klatch' had, with the Net up, any attack would be brought to it's knees. For the first time, he was glad for King Serge's paranoia. "Exellent! Get the fleets in action! Assume we are at war, Mr. Hale!"

Hale nodded and stood, "Yes sir! We'll show those filthy outlanders who's the boss at home!"

Belda looked out the window, "We will indeed, Mr Hale. We will indeed..."

---
The Barren Halo
Sea of Ghosts
230 miles from Neo Tyr proper

The large old machines that Mad Serge had made to defend himself from 'them' suddenly clicked into action. All around the Halo, SAM sites opened up, and if one would look below the waves they might just see pale lights far beneath the waves. Hamariki Belda's Artimis Systems Net was now fully operational, ready to strike down any enemy to come close...

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To : Supreme Naval Commander Itxaad,
From: Hamariki Belda, Secretary of Defense of Neo Tyr

To the Great Admiral,

As it seems, Vrak has delcared war upon us, after our several attempts to create peace. As such, we cannot promise your safety in Neo Tyrinian waters. We now tell you to turn your fleet around, or it could suffer damages. As allies of Vrak, we see you as potential enemies and are prepairing our fleets to defend our soverign lands from the foolish regime of King Vrak.

Turn back. For your own sake.

Hamariki Belda.

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Ilek-Vaad

28-10-2004, 01:08

Supreme Naval Commander Itxaad looked from side to side a bit mystified after he read the missive from Neo-Tyr. Itxaad wasn't a terribly reasonable man and the word 'unhinged' was used often to describe his actions.

He immediately opened a broadcast channel to Neo-Tyr as his officers watched on.

"Secretary of Defence of Neo-Tyr, this is Supreme Naval Commander Itxaad. I am not quite sure exactly waht you are alluding to. The Free Republic has NO alliances with ANY nation. Our forces deployed to aid our friends after they were INVADED by your nation in an unprovoked manner.

I have been told by our Minister of Foreign Affairs that in the interest of peace, you have agreed to accept our envoy and allow our ships to monitor your navies, to insure they do not deploy to 'accidentally' invade another nation. I also realize that your armed forces have the nasty habit of continuing to fight after you order them to surrender."

Here Itxaad stands, gripping the receiver at the com panel

"Now, I don't which of your promises you intend to honur, but I am proceeding as ordered. IF you decide that you have no reason to honour your promises and attack my fleet, then I will respond. If ANY ship, from any nation, anywhere in the world challenges my fleet, I will retaliate.

My forces will turn around when I receive the order from my superiors. Until then I suggest you honour your agreement and sit tight, our envoy may just be able to help you, although I see little reason."

He sat down angrily after turning off the com.

"Admiral, full ahead, sink any armed vessels that doesen't get out of my way."

Dyelli Beybi

28-10-2004, 01:29

And in Fiord Harbour the tanks rumbled on, they were just metres from 'the ridge' now. And once they made the sumit, it was maybe 500 metres to the docks, all steeply downhill. The place was a fiord/fjord after all. Once they took the ridge they planned to plaster the enemy with rockets, before finally pushing forward. A few of the usual 'propaganda half-tracks' were rolling along just behind the front line spreading the usual message of "surrender now".

The first tanks rolled into the square outside the post office, more Model 3s.

"They're just not putting up much of a fight." One grizzled old tank commander grumbled, "Can't trust them when they don't fight. It's usually a trap. I still say we should carpet bomb the centre of town."

"Yeah well we're doing as good as that." his gunner replied, "Got some of them rocket half-tracks coming along, what do they call them?"

"Dunno." both were ethnically Leeans and neither spoke a word of German, so a lot of the vehicle names were lost on them.

Neither had been involved in the civil war, although they'd both been involved in border skirmishes with the Vrakians in the jungles of EvilpsychoticGuy, Dyelli Beybians tended to be a little trigger happy...

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A few metres down the slope Dashwood offered Rudvich a brief return smile, "Thank you."

She followed Vassal obediently. For once she was quiet, aparently she'd decided to let him get on with his job...

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In Cyro Parliament was meeting, it was it's usual cacophony of politicians yelling their opposing views at each other, and generally insulting foreigners, in particular the Drakonian Imperium, who apparently Neo Tyr was a pawn of.

Eventually, and after many hours of fruitlessly abusing one another, it was decided that the war declaration was indeed issued by the President of Klatch and that they should probably follow his instructions.

They were then informed that the military was already prepared. Then there was yelling for a few minutes, as they discussed who had authorised the army to prepare for an invasion. Eventually it was decided they had voted unanimously for it last week, and it wasn't a Government attempt to subvert the democratic process after all.

Meanwhile the Cheka were begining to try to glean as much information about Neo Tyr as possible. Before launching an attack they'd need to know exactly what kind of resistance to expect, and therefore how to best launch an attack with the available resources.

Naval Commanders were called in, Adelle Collins, the somewhat outspken Vizeadmiral and wife of the high Chancellor was in favour of dropping 'Starfish' nuclear depth charges to clean out submarines and mines on the aproach to the coast, while the Grossadmiral, Rudolph von Scheer, was more in favour of probing the defences with a squadron of armoured cruisers, before doing anything that drastic. Besides, he argued, the last thing they wanted was for people to start throwing nuclear weapons around, and while mine clearing was admirable, there were probably less extreme methods of doing it.

Eventually it was concluded, both in parliament and in the Offices of the
Cheka, that no attack should be launched without first scouting out exactly what defences the enemy had in place. They need a good idea of mines, bunkers, SAM, airbases, major roads, major cities and of course topographical maps. Ideally for a landing zone they'd need short breaches that weren't too heavily defended, they didn't want an 'Omaha Beach' on their hands.

(OOC) There isn't a map of Neo Tyr is there, or any other relevant information that the Dyellians would be able to find out by sattelite recon etc?

North Germania

28-10-2004, 01:39

OOC:

Allow me to jump ahead, Vrak.

IC:

Reichschancellor Einheit: Looks from this message from Vrak is that we're at war. Herr Küll, prepare Lüftgruppen 7 and 9. If any enemy naval vessel attacks any member of the Klatch, have the Lüftwaffe launch a sizeable counterstrike. I want MiG-33's, F-22's, MiL-1's, F-117's, Tornados, B-52's, and B-2's.

If anyone is attacked, rain some Germanian fire sent straight from Hell on them.

Also prepare a submarine wolfpack to patrol our waters. Support them with Brandenburgs. In addition, I want ESPK groups 3, 5, and 8 prepared to raid any enemy vessels if necessary.

Oh, one more thing, Küll. Arm those cruise missile batteries we have set up along the southern coastline just in case we need them.

Küll: Jawohl, Herr Reichschancellor.

TO WAR!!!

- N.G.

Neo Tyr

28-10-2004, 01:58

Belda was shaking with rage after he got the message from Ilek-Vaad. He was angered, but composed a response...

To the esteemed Commander Itxaad,

Our apologies for the last letter. With Vrak's cyber attacks, communication throughout the Government Building has been shakey at best, and I had no inkling you had planed a meeting. Your forces may dock at Hamapuri, to the south. We are sorry for any misunderstandings which may have occoured.

Hamariki Belda

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Lance Vassal had arrived at the landers, and awaited the approach of the enemy...

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Damian Haart saw Vark slowly come in veiw, and prayed for the best. He would not die here. He couldn't. Vrak was civilized, right? Right?

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OOC: I haven't made a map, and I'm a complete and utter failure at Paint. TG me tomorrow for topographical details, okay?

Caldaron

28-10-2004, 03:23

The Caldaron Soviet Union is pleased to declare New Shiron a friend of the Premier. The Queen, her advisors, and her citizenry are welcome in all Soviet territories and cities. Embassies have been established on both sides, and the CSU Air Force has established an Air Force Base within New Shiron.

The CS Navy has dispatched the CSS Event Horizon CVN-103's Carrier Battle Group to patrol New Shiron territorial waters and the surrounding international seas.

We welcome our new ally with open arms and guarded triggers.

Dyelli Beybi

28-10-2004, 03:31

The only problem for Vassal was that the Dyellians didn't look like they were planning to approach. A few Chinese looking soldiers in a khakhi uniform wearing Brodie helmets had gathered up by the ridge, and seemed to be keeping as low as possible, while studying the goings on with binoculars. One of the innumerable half-tracks had also pulled up. This one was an odd modification. It was covered in satellite dishes and radars and was mostly hidden behind a section of wall.

Dashwood (who wasn't actually very good at keeping quiet) decided it was probably about time to announce her presence again, "Ahh, have you thought of running up a white flag... only that looks to me like an artillery spotting group."

Neo Tyr

28-10-2004, 03:42

Vassal gave a little hop, surprized by Dashwoods speach. "Uhm... Didn't I order a surrender? Well, lower the flag anyway, and put up a white one..."

Two soldiers nodded and proceaded to lower the Neo Tyrinian flag from the main lander and replace it with a drab white counterpart. Vassal began to tap his foot aprehensivly. He was very nervious, but was trying his hardest not to show it...

Dyelli Beybi

28-10-2004, 04:46

There seemed to be a buzz on the ridge, although for about 10 minutes nothing happened at all. Whether or not the Neo Tyr troops had tried to radio the Dyellians, the message hadn't gotten through, and they were puzzling over whether they were asking for parley or surrendering. Eventually one of the small Model 3 tanks rumbled over the ridge and down towards the boats in the harbour, anyone who'd seen the Model 3s earlier, would realise this one had a lot more aerials. It stopped some metres from the Neo Tyrans, and switched it's engine off.

Someone in a khaki uniform emerged, another of the chinese looking people, this one was wearing a red beret, "Begging your pardon." he began, to the Neo Tyr troops in general, "But is this a surrender or a parley?

"Ahhh, are you the one in charge?" he'd amazingly, considering just how confused he'd looked, managed to pick Vassal, his eyes wandered over Dashwood, "That isn't one of those Tzarists is it?"

"I'm a Commisaar." she replied, perhaps a little testily, "And once this is all sorted, you're going to take me for a ride in your little tank to whoever the Cheka agent attached to your Division, so I can get my papers sorted and get myself a proper uniform."

"Oh right." the tank Commander gave a vacant, vaguely alarmed look, but didn't elaborate, apparently he was waiting for Vassal's reply.

Macisikan

28-10-2004, 09:51

You are watching MNB News

"... The Imperial Government has requested that all Macisikani citizens and affiliates in Neo-Tyr leave that nation immediately; SecImpSec has warned of impending war in the area and His Imperial Majesty's Government is advising all citizens of the Empire to leave that nation at once, with no exceptions.

We repeat; war is looming in Neo-Tyr, and His Imperial Majesty's Government is urging all Macisikani citizens and affiliates to depart that nation immediately.

This comes on the heels of the blocking of all internet communications with Neo-Tyr when a series of virus-ridden computers attempted to hack the DataNet..."

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TRAVEL ADVICE
New Shiron

This advice is current for; Thursday 28 October RLI

All Macisikani are advised to defer non-essential travel to New Shiron until further notice; those with non-essential business are strongly urged to leave that nation at once. Macisikani who consider their presence in New Shiron to be essential should exercise extreme caution. All Macisikani in New Shiron, whether departing or remaining, should register with the Ministry Of External Affairs (contact details below).

Ilek-Vaad

28-10-2004, 14:23

To the esteemed Commander Itxaad,

Our apologies for the last letter. With Vrak's cyber attacks, communication throughout the Government Building has been shakey at best, and I had no inkling you had planed a meeting. Your forces may dock at Hamapuri, to the south. We are sorry for any misunderstandings which may have occoured.

Hamariki Belda

Commander Itxaad smiled at the message , he quickly sent a short reply

Minister of Defence Belka,

The Special Envoy from the Republican Council should be arriving this morning. My fleet still has a day or two before we arrive. I am pleased that this misunderstanding has been worked out.

Supreme Naval Commander Itxaad

Itxaad smiled at the Leftenant to his left "You see sailor, people are usually quite reasonable when you threaten them. Catch more flies with sugar my ass...................."

*******

Almost as if by que, the Special Envoy's Marathon transport flew to within range of Neo-Tyr's radar , it's diplomatic transponders activated making it very easy to spot.

"Neo-Tyr ground control, this Special Envoy Arden's transport. Please direct us where to land and how to proceed , over."

Madrid Arden sat in the back with her Honur Guard, she chatted with the Colonel.

"I really wish the Vrakians were a bit more reasonable, this is all going to be a big mess. I don't know how I can possibly convince Neo-Tyr to surrender. Even if they did invade Dyelli Beybi, there are still more tactful ways to handle these situations."

The Colonel simply nodded

Madrid continued " I can't imagine anyone surrendering to the King of Vrak, he virtually had 'Maniac' written on his forehead when he made his declaration of war. Expecting unconditional surrender is really barbaric to say the least. I'll have to recommend the Council review our 'friendship' with Vrak, we give them support, and then they ignore our help and advice...........pointless foreigners."

The Colonel turned a page in his newspaper "Who says they have to surrender to Vrak?"

Madrid frowned "The King of Vrak, that's all he'll accept."

The Colonel smiled "No, he said that Neo-Tyr must surrender, ask them to surrender to us, that would stop the war dead in it's tracks."

Madrid looked thoughtful "I can't do that. I don't think I'm authorized to even suggest that!"

The Colonel shrugged " Seems perfect to me, accept their surrender, no nation in their right mind would challenge the Retaliatory Guard, we send in some troops to look 'occupational' , reshuffled Neo-Tyr's government, give Vrak and the FKC favouable trade concessions, fair reparations and in six months Neo-Tyr holds election and we leave. Simple."

Madrid laughs " Simple?! In theory maybe. You're leaving out convincing Neo-Tyr to surrender, convincing the Republican Council to accept it, convincing the FKC to stand down.............."

The Colonel grins "That's your job, I just gave you the idea. I imagain you'd have to fine tune it."

Madrid shook her head "No, no, I'm going to make a quick appearence, tell Neo-Tyr what I was told and then recommend all Vaadians go home and we stop answering the phone when Vrak calls. Simple!"

Neo Tyr

28-10-2004, 16:33

"Roger, Ilek-Vaad, you are clear to land in Kyrall International Airport, over."

Of cource, they would be the only plane there. Kyrall International was closed. Kyrall Air's official statement was that the cyber attacks made flying to dangerious, and so no planes were coming. Also, ferrys were closing down due tothe minefeilds being set up. That ment any and all forigners were left to their fateinside Neo Tyr, because without air or ferries, there was no way off the island. Kyrall Air said to lobby all complaints against the nation of Vrak, stating that they would re-open after the war. For the thousands of tourists and buisnessmen, this could mean they were never going to leave.

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Vassal looked at the officer, a little underwhelmed at who was greeting him. "This is a surrender, by Lance Vassal; House Brother of Great House Vassal and Fleet Commander of the transport fleet Londeinon. We formally request a surrender." He said, trying to sound important.

Rudvich looked at Dashwood. He was wondering what she would do. With her kind lodgeings he would assume she would return the favor, but you could never be to sure when it came to outlanders. They could be tricky.

Ilek-Vaad

28-10-2004, 16:42

The Marathon transport landed gracefully at Kyrall International Airport (easy to look graceful when you're the only one landing!). After taxiing to it's final destination the Princess and her Honour Guard disembarked and waited to be taken to the Minister of Foreign Affairs.

Alcona and Hubris

28-10-2004, 17:29

Westwood House, Cenotaph Hill, Port Olympus
The Home of Landgravine Hubris in the Klatchian Captiol

The woman sat down, sweat on her forehead and she pulled off the padded tunic of her fencing outfit as she sat down to look at the intelligence updates.

More photo reconnance reports...I hope the boys and girls in IIS are getting those high resolution and ordinance survey maps finished soon...Well we have launched our first strike...Whitmann's report on his meeting with their defacto regent...Hmm, notice that Ilek-Vaad has sent a good deal of naval forces and a negotator to Neo-Tyr. Hmm...

She raised the computer screen on her desk and waited for the I.D. system to verify who she was based on her retinal scan and thumb print. A few moments later she was reviewing a file on the recent activites of some diplomats..."

She twisted in her chair for a few moments..."Well, well well...I think I should have a talk with the estemed Princess...but why haven't the Vrakians said boo about this?"

Message to Princess Adrien, Envoy from Ilek-Vaad via Ilek-Vadd External Mininstry.
Forwarded by: Vrakian Diplomatic Corps
From: Victoria Crawford, Outer Consul of the Federated Klatchian Coast

As one of the Constitutional Officers of the FKC designated to defend the Federation against our enemies, I have become curious as to your recent discussions on the matter between the Federation and the rouge nation of Neo-Tyr. I would much appreciate a video confrence via satilite systems to compare notes of your recent discussions with the Neo Tyrians and the report of our diplomatic envoy Lord Whitmann.

The Rotodyene
Lord Haart was watching as the rotodyene turned at the border of Vrak and followed the Benj river valley. To the north and south were mountains and then highlands of desert streching in the distance. And below was the green of the Benji and Dyelbi Rivers. Then the plane began to decend, into the sprawl of city and state that was Port Olympus, the captiol of the Federation.

The Rotodyene flew over the old city wall, the small city streets, the massive strucutres that made up Parliment Hill and then towards a fortress that stood above the city. The late day sun glowed on the sandstone walls as the Rotodyene hovered and then decended onto a modern landing platform.

Haart and his men were escorted by armed guards from the craft and into the rooms of the ancient palace. Passing guards, steel doors, and up stone staircases long worn by the traffic of feet they were led to a large chamber. It was opened to reveal a small anti-room, with two guards flanking a set of doors on the opposite wall, To the left was a window overlooking the city, and the right a massive stone fireplace. Chairs around the edge of the room seemed to demonstrate that this was a waiting room.

"Please take a seat...The acting members of the Privy Council will meet with you shortly..."

Of course the guards in the room said nothing. But at eight foot high, dressed in black hooded robes and each having a ten foot pole arm with curved blades at each end held by a single three fingered claw. One likely wouldn't want to start a conversation.

(OOC: sorry for dropping this subthread...RL called..)

Fasta
The reminants of second fleet were now finally filling into Fasta's port facilities. With the decleration of war, Third Fleet was quite happy, there would be prize money. Of course that only doubled efforts to save the limping flat-top who now had four salvage tugs pulling her to the relative saftey of Fasta. Little did they know that most would only get scrap value...

The Kandi Jungles
The Western Jungles of the Klatch were known as the Kandi Jungles. And the Alconians had limited control in the area. It was places like P.O.W. camp 3 that the flying boats began to deposit the Neo Tyrians not seriously enough wounded to go to the prison hospital of Bek-Alaham.

As the first P.O.W.'s entered P.O.W. Camp 3 they saw it was on a large peninsula of land formed by the bow of some jungle river. The peninsula was cut off from the rest of the jungle by a series of no-man's lands, log walls, and barbwire fences. On the high corner of the peninsula sat what looked like a frontier fortress, with log walls (actually two sets of log walls with rubble between them).

A man with a bullhorn shouted, "Officers...orginize your men into ranks of four and stand at attention...Officers...orginize your men into ranks of four and..."

OOC: Er, I have a land mass generating program that could generate a bit map you could add cities, mountains, ports...etc in MS Paint if that would work for you...

Vrak

28-10-2004, 17:54

The VNF King’s Hammer, a newly christened Aeris-class aircraft carrier moved out of the Walrus sea with a Hamas-class battleship, the VNF Cry of Abandonment, flanking her starboard side. After the Dozle war, the navy decided to keep most of the names of the original ships that were lost rather than coming up with new ones. Besides, the names served to unify the troops. The Fleet Admiral grinned as he mentally checked off the names: Merciless, Orca’s Bane, Boarhunter, Jawbreaker, Gerekula, Woman Sobber, Killamo’s Rage, Mountain Shaker, Eviscerator, Wild Death…

Five more projection fleets followed the lead fleet, each with a battleship and aircraft carrier, although only three of them had the Aeris-class. They all had their usual compliment of cruisers, destroyers, frigates, and attack submarines. As well, some hunter killer fleets were also accompanying the initial vanguard while others would escort the large amount of troop transports, guardian fleets, mine clearers, and other logistical support ships. It was a grand affair, and perhaps the single largest naval deployment ever in Vrak’s history, sans Dozle. Vrak was, after all, not a naval power, preferring to specialze in the ground and air.

The fleets transmitted IFF codes to the upcoming Dukratian and North Germanian allies. The Fleet Admiral also sent a brief message to the North Germanians to indicate where would be the best location to link up. They looked forward to riding into war with their wild northern North Germanians brothers and hopefully the silent and deadly Dukratians. In fact, the Vrakian nation was keyed up for this conflict - due in no small credit to the spin doctors.

Meanwhile, closer to Neo Tyr, the two A-50 Mainstays continued unmolested, which made the crews nervous – although years of training managed to rein in basic instinctual fears. They have been practicing radio silence and therefore did not know of the declaration of war. Not that it would change their mission.

Finally, the bombers that landed in places outside Vrak lifted off, each bomber escorted by at leat a flight of fighters. They were to concentrate on Neo Tyr naval assets – hoping to disrupt and destroy as much as possible any military surface vessels.

The Vrakian rep in the Privy Council was about to speak, but decided to defer to the senior reps. After all, he was a junior member here. He quietly picked up the phone and then after a few minutes said,

“Ah, the High General and the rest of the Vrak Military High Command is at your service on how to best conduct this war.”

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To: Supreme Naval Commander Itxaad
From: Vrak Military High Command

Most likely, those cowardly Neo Tyr dogs will try to shelter any and all of their naval assets behind your ships. This is what we expect from cowards such as them so, while we will take extreme care not to harm you ships, we can’t make any promises. We want you to be aware of what those cowards might try to do. The Neo Tyr meddlers are untrustworthy people. We heard that they fired on your planes in Fjord Harbour after they surrendered.

Neo Tyr

28-10-2004, 18:22

Hamariki Belda quickly sent out a message to any and all countries...

Warning to all naval and air vessles,

If any unauthorized vecicle enters Neo Tyr air and/or oceanic territory they WILL be shot down. There will be no warnings.

Hamariki Belda

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Meanwhile, mechanics went over the entire Artimis Systems Net in the Barren Halo, checking on it and making any repairs necicary. Some were installing new cruise missle batterys, others were restocking the SAM sites with new missiles. This was costing a king's ransom in funds, yet the Blue Song corperation was donating gracious sums of money. They could'nt let Neo Tyr go down so easily. Bartello Barinten spent to much building up his company to let some damned outlander go knock it down.

Hamariki Belda also got his best men on the radar to operate the system. It was untouched by the cyber attacks, and Belda was very proud of it. With the SAM sites and missiles operational, it would be difficult to enter Neo Tyr. In Hamapuri, the millions of new recruits were undergoing very basic training. Pilots were redoing the simulator. The second if the damn Klatch broke through the 'Net and got close by, they would see the fury of the Neo Tyr airforce.

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Damian Haart sat down and was silent. He had never set foot in forign territory before, yet this area looked intimidating enough. How these damned 'Vrak' people kept up with such architecture was beyond him...

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Juliet Seabrook met the princess and brought them to a limo that would arrive at the Neo Tyr Goverment Building.

Belda was not lieing that it was hard to communicate here- messengers were scampering all over the giant tower, delivering messiges and then running off with new ones. Juliet took the retinue to a confrenace room where Richard also was waiting. She just hoped that these outlanders were more reasonable than those stupid people in the Klatch...

Alcona and Hubris

28-10-2004, 19:18

The Privy Council Chamber

The video pickup showed the Outer Consul looking down, "Inform the High General that we will begin to orginize the might of the Klatchian State Forces under the safety of aircover from ground based aircraft. At the moment the Fourth Fleet and several battlegroups of the Alconian Navy are preparing to deploy for the theater. Now I need to meet with this Lord Haart twit...

The Throne Room of the Arx
(-now the outer commander's office of the JDF)

The doors opened an a man in the blue and silver uniform of the JDF staff branch walked out. He turned to Haart and motioned that they should now all follow him. Beyound the doors was a long room with tapestries on the wall above a four foot, grey marble wainscotting. At the far end of the room was a canopy and dias but nothing more. In the center of the room was a horse shoe style table. Six men and women in varing uniforms sat on the opposite side of the table. At the center was an empty chair. Flanking the table were two more guards, one was another creature in dark clothing, the other was best described as an eight foot tall Durakian, a demon like creature with red skin and a temperment to match.

A voice began to speak from behind the Durakian,
"Lord Haart, I appologize for the wait. However, I have limited time in my day...this is the senior commanding staff of the Joint Defense Force of the Federation, I am Landgravine Hubris, the Outer Consul of the Federation. I should inform you that as of sixty minutes ago, the Federation declared war on Neo Tyr, therefore you only need to answer your name, rank and serial number...."

The tall, athletic woman that stepped out of a deep bay window behind the Durakian was obviously the one talking. Her red hair was pulled back into a pony tail, and her bluish green eyes were ice cold. "However, I would personally like to know why you dare interfered in an internal matter of the Klatch, sir..."

Dukratus

28-10-2004, 19:30

- Dukratus: MWD Command Center -

Throughout the massive cavern 15 miles below surface, dozens of Dukratians and humans ran ran about, relaying messages and information of the current situation. Lord Krell Givek silently watched the hustle from his observation room/office several stories above the action. A growling sigh escaped the elder dukratian war horse, clawed hands falling before him into a clasped postion. He turned about to face the messanger that now stood in his doorway.

"What is it boy..."

The young dukratian stepped forward, a clawed hand setting down a data disk onto the dukratians desk.

"These are the latest satellite recon of New Tyr. Hi-Res visual and topographic sonography, IR imaging, and composite of industry, commercial, and other such usefull facts gathered from tourists brouchers and publically published maps."

The old Dukratian gently took the disk, pushing it into a slot on his desk. An array of maps and researched reports suddenly flooded glass paneling that descended from the roof. The old dukratian dismissed the messager with a wave of his clawed hand. Red eyes began pouring over the data, a sigh escaping him fools and their tourist advertising.... A tap on a keyboard brought up recent FKC deployment information on a side monitor, that typicall Dukratian frown forming on his face as he typed typed out several more commands, opening a comm-line to the passing Vrakian fleet.

-== Encryption: 001-O-F3245GHz ==-
To: Vrakian Fleet Commander
From: Dukratus M.W.D.

Vrakian fleet, we will enforce your forces with 3 battle squadrons of submarines consisting of 5 Prowler class attack subs, 4 Fury class coastal attack subs, and 2 Wrath class tactical subs each. More forces will be detached to this engagment as soon as we finish pouring over the intel we have gathered, which we are sending to the war board of the parliment now.

-== End Message ==-

The dukratian sat back, sending both articles with a few key strokes. Another growl escaped him as he saw several more red blips appear on a nearby map of Dukratus. By Maar why does it always pour when these things happen... first our own problems and now this... The dukratian returned to reviewing the data.

OOC: More specs on the submarines later.

Ilek-Vaad

28-10-2004, 19:59

After making greetings and introductions, being taken to the Neo Tyr Government building and into the conference room Madrid launched right into business as is the Vaadian way.

"Greetings, I am Princess Madrid of the House of Arden, Heiress to Throne of Coventry and Special Envoy of the Republican Council.As you may or may not know I have just come from meeting with the Minister of External Affairs in Vrak. I also want to point out that the Free Republic is not allied in any way with any foreign power. We have had very good relations with the Glorious Kingdom of Vrak in the past and share their mutual disgust for foreign intervention in purely internal matters. These factors led us to offer military assistance when Vrak's fellow Federated Klatch state of Dyelli Beybi was invaded.

The Republican Council is ,as always, committed to averting war where possible. We believed that your apology for the invasion of Dyelli Beybi was a good start. although the manner in which it was done was deemed offensive by many in the Klatch.

We believe that your actions in Dyelli Beybi constitute nothing short of an invasion, for which the Federated Klatch is now planning to invade your nation. If at all possible we would like to avert this for the sake of both parties. I fear though , that the onus of finding agreement is upon Neo Tyr, after all it was the meddling in internal affairs of Deyllli Beybi that brought about this entire conflict."

She Pauses and looks very serious

"I want to know what offers for peace have been offered and what discussion has taken place, and why these offers has so far proven unworkable. I'm not here to be on anybodies side , I want to see if we can avoid a pointless war. What do you have to say for yourselves?"

****

Out in the hall the Colonel checked his blackberry phone as it vibrated, he quickly read the Alconan missive forwarded by the Vrak Diplomatic Corps, he quickly typed a response

To:Victoria Crawford, Outer Consul of the Federated Klatchian Coast
From: Colonel Mitchell, Assistant to the Special Envoy

Currently the Special Envoy is in meetings with the government of Neo-Tyr. She is working under the premise given to her by the Minister of External Affairs in Vrak that surrender is the only acceptable option that will resolve the issue. The Envoy will meet with your representative if they are still in Neo Tyr.

He pressed send and relaxed, certain that their mission would soon be over.

******

Meanwhile, out at sea Supreme Naval Commander Itxaad was growing increasingly annoyed by the constant chatter on his network and the messages he was being forced to respond to. He quickly replied to the Vrakians

Vrak High Military Command,

I still will not be in Neo Tyr's waters for at least a day or two. I do not anticipate using my ships to shield any forces from anyside in any naval engagements. Rest assured if any shooting starts we will be out of the way.

As is standard protocol of the Retaliatory Guard, my officers are all instructed to neutralize any force that fires upon us. Under no circumstances is this protocol EVER suspended.

Supreme Naval Commander Itxaad.

Itxaad stood up after writing it and paced, before turning and gripping the railing and shouting

"When I have the antlers on, I AM DICTATING!"

Neo Tyr

28-10-2004, 20:40

Haart slowly sat down and looked over this board. The monster almost made him change the expression of his face, but he kept it under control. Magic and monsters were not commonplace in Neo Tyr, if an Elven tourist came along it would be the talk of the island. After he heard the booming voice of some unseen leader, he cleared his throat and stood. "I am Lord Damian Plato Haart, House Father to Great House Haart, Govenor of the Carmell Islands, and Admiral of Her Magisties Second Fleet. Serial code #62453." He said, taking a seat.

His eyes turned to the woman. He noticed her very cold eyes. "My Princess gave me orders to bring the fleet over, and a soldier's duty is to do what he's told. However, I was not keen on the order like most of the populace of Neo Tyr. The Princess is young and nieve, and she acted perhaps too much in haste." He said, mentaly checking every word. He did not want to anger this council at present...

---

The old mines in the Sea of Ghosts were being replaced with new ones. Belda could not surpress a smile. He remebered what old Serge would say, They're everywhere, Belda! Watching, calcuating, planning a coup against me! But not you, Belda. Good name, Belda is. Trustworthy, yes... You'll help me protect my country from them won't you? Won't you!? Yes, very good. Good man, Belda.... It was true the former king was a bit... touched; but it allowed Belda to revamp the millitary. Something Neo Tyr had been needing to do for some time. No outlander could surprass his proud defenses!

---

Richard listend carefully. "First, I would like to thank you for coming. The two billion Neo Tyrinian citizens thank you. I am Richard Solstice, Gaurdian of Princess Marimeta. I belive you have met our Foreign Minister Juliet Seabrook. If you need anything, feel free to ask."

Juliet took over from there. "Our actions in Dyelli Beybi were due to the choice of the Princess. This was a rather unpopular choice, yet we chose to continue because it was her will. We attempted diplomancy with Vrak and the Kltachan Federation, however..."

Richard spoke up. "The terms of our surrender was to join their confederacy. Neo Tyrinians rather dislike foreign governments, and this was met with great disgust withing the people. While we sent it to the Parliment, Vrak declared war upon us before any vote could be passed. As such, the offer expired within the Parliment without a vote. The diplomat ensured us that it would last untill ships entered our waters, so we were disapointed to see the lies in these talks."

Juliet nodded and started to speak, "Because we are a people who love peace, Marimeta aplogised for her actions in a way we saw aceptable. However, it seems the King of Vrak did not see eye to eye with us. We would enjoy nothing more than a ceace fire and new diplomatic talks to open, yet our oposition does not share this love of peace and understanding and has run head-first into a war that could easily be pervented."

Richard spoke up again, "We have no way to contact Vrak at this time. We hope that your nation is understanding, and can see a peaceful solution to this conflict."

Ilek-Vaad

28-10-2004, 21:03

Madrid listened carefully and nodded

"I think that the actions of the Federated Klatch has been colored by their experiences in the past, were the meddling of foreigners has led to outright invasion of nations in the Klatch. I know that they feel by eliminating the threat that Neo Tyr poses they will avoid another invasion of their homelands.

I also know that at this point the King of Vrak will except nothing short of surrender. I also think that we can agree that your Princess has shown a huge gap in practical judgement in the realm of international affairs, putting your nation in a very bad position.

I cannot possibly fault the King of Vrak for invading a nation, that has already invaded a member of the Federation. I do not agree with it, but it is a predictable and expected reaction. Imagine if you will communist insurgents wanted to kill your princess and install their own government. Imagine then that foreign troops landed in your ports to assist these insurgents. I ask how you would react? What would you demand of the foreign government that aided the traitors in your midst? What would your princess demand you do?

You cannot sit here and call the King of Vrak unreasonable or a war mongerer for simply responding violently to a violent invasion.

I can only see two ways this will end, with an all out invasion by the entire Klatch, or by your surrender, and it seems fairly reasonable that as part of surrender they make your nation a part of the Federated Klatchian Coast, it is a far sight better than unconditional surrender.

I know this option is not the best, it is not what we in Ilek-Vaad would do, but I can say without a doubt that the Republican Council would never make the series of serious judgement errors made by your government leading up to it. I simply can see no other way."

Madrid looked truly frustrated and a bit irritated, she simply could not comprehend the way in which Vrak and Neo Tyr were angered by each others near identical reaction to the situation.

"You have to ask yourself 'What is best for the people?' . You are servants first and foremost of the people, the Princess is one person. The poor chocies and ignorance of a single person should not condemn millions to die. Right now you need to ask yourselves, do you serve the will of the Princess, or the will of the People, and then act accordingly to save the one you deem as most important."

Neo Tyr

28-10-2004, 21:27

Richard folded his hands. "Are you saying we just wieave the actions of the Princess? We can not. This is government, not some game. Politics has limits, we can't just choose which orders we like and do not like. That is what seperates us from anarchy."

Juliet frowned, Our troops never left Fiord Harbor, which I can hardly call an invasion. Even more, the Neo Tyr troops did not harm one civilian, and what Vrak calls for is an extermination of over two billion men, wemon and children. That's the difference from an invasion. We were even planning on withdrawing the troops, however a blockade made that impossible."

Richard spoke yet again, "The fact of the matter is that Vrak refuses to negotiate, and when they do, they make empty promises which they quickly break. How are we supposed to trust a group that happily slaughters civilians and makes hollow, empty promises when it feels like negotiating? I, quite frankly, am surprized you civilized people would associate with such beasts. But I suppose I am not in a seat to judge." He said with an air of sarcasam.

Julitet frowned darkly, "Vrak refuses to listen to reason. We can't even send an envoy to them. What we want is a peace treaty, is that so much to ask?"

Ilek-Vaad

28-10-2004, 21:51

Madrid shrugged

"So the life of your princess is more important than that of the people. I would also point out that Vrak is not calling for the extermination of anyone, but is calling for your government and military to be crushed. Semantics aside, landing soldiers in a foreign land IS an invasion, and as for empty promises I will point out again that our forces were attacked by YOUR forces AFTER they allegedy ceased hostilities.

I am not here to argue these points, they are all fact. Your princess has shown that she has little intelligence for politics and government and even less honour. I suggest you make a clear choice, save your people or your princess. The intelligent thing to do is to agree to Klatch's demands, the honourable thing to do is to admit your mistakes and agree to the Klatch's demands.

You say that following your orders is government? That is what seperates us from anarchy? "

Madrid pauses and stands

"Government is a social contract between the those who hold power and the People. Government is making descisions to serve and protect the people. Government is knowing when orders are wrong and when to change policy to serve the best interests of the People. You and your Princess are willfully killing your people. You cannot blame Vrak for your poor decisions and inept Princess.

You are right, this is not a game, this is reality. The reality is that your government followed the foolish orders of a young girl and committed your soldiers to invading a foreign land and now those 'unreasonable' foreigners are reacting badly to a bad situation. You need to face reality, your little game of 'Monarchy' and 'Serve the Princess' is very soon going to cost you alot more than the dishonour of knowing when to say NO to a little girl!"

Madrid was quite impatient at this point and could not believe the madness of these people, to blindly and unquestioningly serve in this manner, even when it would mean the deaths of millions.

"True honour is knowing when and how to save lives. You are not showing anything akin to honour, you are showing pride and arrogance. Pride in your false honour of 'serving' your Princess and the arrogance to not admit that it is wrong!"

Neo Tyr

28-10-2004, 22:18

Richard sighed. "This is why Neo Tyr dislikes outlanders. They're arrogant, dogmatic, holier-than-thou fools who-"

Julite cut him off, "Mr. Solstice!", she said with concern in her voice.

Richard sighed. "... My apologies. I... am a bit frusturated at this time..." He paused for a moment and took in a breath. "... Wait. You say that all they demand is the fall of the government?" He asked, with a plan forming in his mind.

Juliet frowned. "For all this lecturing, you seem to know little of what we did. All the Princess did was send in the troop. We have a constitution to limit her power. We tried to talk with Vrak, gave alpologies, admited we we wrong, offered compensation- what more? We cannot trus Vrak, we trust outlanders little as it is, and outlanders that slaughter childern and lie in diplomancy? You expect us to take their word? Vrak is a nation that seems to hate diplomancy and reason, their offers expired before they could even be presented into Parliment, far before when they said they would end! And you expext us to trust them!?"

Richard poured himself a glass of a regional alchol and sipped it, planning what he saw as a great door out of this mess...

---

Harmonie Triple Hotel
ViZion City International Airport
imported_ViZion

Barthello Barienten was walking among one of the high class lounges. He was enjoying the day and greneraly reflecting on how this hotel was such a good investment. Untill Barienten saw him.

He paced over to a table where a small group of people were chatting and broke in the conversation. "What are you doing here!" He hissed to one man with blond hair.

The blond hair man laughed. "That's it, Barthello? No hellos? No greetings? Why, I'm hurt-"

Barienten looked over him harshly, "You know what I'm talking about, Dash! Are you here for..." Barienten looked around nerviously, and liped out the word 'Trouble'.

Dash laughed again, "I would'nt dream of it, Barthello. I'm just travaling, and stoped in your fine hotel. Is that a crime now?", his voice showing he was starting to get irritated.

Barienten frowned, and shifted around nerviouly, "N-no, it's not... Enjoy your stay... And no trouble." He said before running off.

A hotel employee caught him before he left the lounge. "Sir? Is that group troubling you?"

Barienten wiped some sweat from his brow with a small kercheif. "N-no. Not at all. Don't bother them..." The employee bowed, and Barienten left to look at something different...

Macisikan

29-10-2004, 00:34

Travel Advisory
TRAVEL ADVICE
New Shiron

This advice is current for; Friday 21 October RLI

All Macisikani are advised to defer any and all travel to New Shiron until further notice; all citizens and affiliates are advised to leave that nation at once. Macisikani who consider their presence in New Shiron to be essential should complete their activities as soon as possible and leave that nation. All Macisikani in New Shiron, whether departing or remaining, should register with the Ministry Of External Affairs (contact details below).

TRAVEL ADVICE
Region of Klatch

This advice is current for; Friday 21 October RLI

All Macisikani and Macisikani affiliates are advised to defer any and all travel to the region of Klatch until further notice; all citizens and affiliates are advised to leave that nation at once. Macisikani and affiliates who consider their presence in Klatch to be essential should complete their activities as soon as possible and leave that nation. All Macisikani in Klatch, whether departing or remaining, should register with the Ministry Of External Affairs (contact details below).

TRAVEL ADVICE
Nation of Neo-Tyr

This advice is current for; Friday 21 October RLI

All foreign citizens are advised to defer any and all travel to the nation of Neo-Tyr until further notice; all foreign citizens currently in Neo-Tyr are advised to leave that nation at once. Those who consider their presence in Neo-Tyre to be essential should complete their activities as soon as possible and leave that nation. All Macisikani in Neo-Tyr, whether departing or remaining, should register with the Ministry Of External Affairs (contact details below). All foreign citizens wishing to leave Neo-Tyr (who are not natives of that nation) and travel to Macisikan must register with the Ministry of External Affairs, Secretariat of State for Immigration and Tourism. (contact details below).

Alcona and Hubris

29-10-2004, 00:56

Haart slowly sat down and looked over this board. The monster almost made him change the expression of his face, but he kept it under control. Magic and monsters were not commonplace in Neo Tyr, if an Elven tourist came along it would be the talk of the island. After he heard the booming voice of some unseen leader, he cleared his throat and stood. "I am Lord Damian Plato Haart, House Father to Great House Haart, Govenor of the Carmell Islands, and Admiral of Her Magisties Second Fleet. Serial code #62453." He said, taking a seat.

His eyes turned to the woman. He noticed her very cold eyes. "My Princess gave me orders to bring the fleet over, and a soldier's duty is to do what he's told. However, I was not keen on the order like most of the populace of Neo Tyr. The Princess is young and nieve, and she acted perhaps too much in haste." He said, mentaly checking every word. He did not want to anger this council at present...

"Your Princess is only what...17 years in age? And does she not have a regent, this Richard fellow? Any ruler is only as good as she is taught to be, if her actions were nieve then perhaps she should have been given more experience of the world. If she does not know the limits and responsiblities of her power, why was she not taught. And if her regent did not teach her these things, why did the people allow their young monarch to be so basely abused?"

The woman sat down in the central chair. "And to enlighten you, I happen to be the heir to the throne of Alcona and Hubris, my family has ruled for four hundread and fifteen years uninterupted. My present elected post has left me with the duty of somehow forcing your nation to no longer being a threat to the Federation. I am sorry to say that your Princess has walked Neo Tyr into the role of example. Too many times have nations interfered and threatened to invade the Klatch...now we must make an example of someone."

She closed her eyes for a moment, "I attempted to thwart the rage of the President and the Dyellians by offering you relative sanctuary in joining the Federation. But your Mr. Soliace rejected it outright."

"Now the question is, can there be someway for me not to send men and women on both sides to slaughter. Neo-Tyr must bend, but it may not need to be smashed as the President demands..."

Alcona and Hubris

29-10-2004, 01:04

From: Outer Consuls Office
To: Ilek-Vaad Envoy

Lord Whitmann left after he was informed that the Neo-Tyrian Parliament would not consider our offer of peaceful co-exsistence within the next few months. However, he could be diverted to meet you in a neutral third country since he is still in transit and obviously on a slower form of transport than yourself.

Dyelli Beybi

29-10-2004, 02:11

The tank Commander looked even more confused by this, "Hang on a second."

He ducked down inside his vehicle, where a muffled conversation was going on. It went on for well over ten minutes, before the Commander's upper body popped up again, "Ahh base wants to know your name, rank and serial number." this was directed at Dashwood.

"Chlarissa Daswood." she replied, "Political Officer Third Class, no serial number issued."

The Commander looked puzzled again, "I'm not on assignment to the military." she explained.

"Oh right." he vanished again, for another 5 minutes.

"I'm guessing he's a Major." Dashwood muttered to Vassal, she seemed acutely aware that the Officer they were dealing with was, for want of a better word, a moron, "His tank is a command variant....that gun, it isn't real, it's just a big metal tube they bang on the outside so you can't tell the difference between the Command mods and the standards... unless you're close enough to see all the extra radio equipment."

She was cut off from saying anything more, when the Major reappeared, "They're sending a wagon down to pick you two up, the Generalfeldmarshall wishes to discuss the exact terms of surrender with you, Commander... and the Cheka want to speak to you, Commisaar."

A couple of minutes later and an open topped jeep type vehicle, pulled over down by the docks. It was riven by a soldier in field grey with one of the strange visored helmets, while an officer with unusual blue webbing was seated next to him. The Officer stepped out and saluted Vassal, "Commander, please recieve the Generalfeldmarshall's compliments, he invites you to discuss the terms of surrender over a light lunch at Field Headquarters."

While he was speaking, the driver had got out and opened the back door for Vassal. The Officer's attention next turned to Dashwood, he looked her up and down pensively, "You certainly match the description... but enemies can look like friends."

A very slight smile twitched at the corner of her mouth, "It is what's under the skin that counts."

"Obviously." the Officer replied, "But perception is only skin deep."

"You could run a blood test."

"And what would it show us?"

"AB."

The Officer abruptly smiled, "Welcome back onboard Commisaar, Assistant Politcal Officer 1st Class, Watts at your disposal... you'll be happy to know that in expectation of possibly recovering you, we have held a uniform in your size."

After both Vassal and Dashwood had been loaded into the back of the vehicle, the driver set off across town, passing groups of soldiers milling around, columns of tanks and at one point a hotel, now converted into a field hospital. There were quite a number of body bags layed out out the front. The most peculiar thing Vassal would notice was that while all the soldiers were Dyelli Beybian, there seemed to be three distinct uniforms, worn by three fairly distinct sets of people. There were the Chinese looking people in brodie helmets and khaki green, or occasionally a red berret. Then their were some people who looked like malays, wearing a similar style of uniform, except that they wore either floppy green forage caps or fairly standard style kevlar helmets. Then there was a group of caucasians who wore field grey uniforms with a vaguely germanic style of helmet with a short riot-squad style visor. About the only similarity between them, was they carried the same weapons (including some kind of side-loading assault rifle that looked very much like an elarged sten gun).

Eventually they arrived at an open park, in the middle of which, on a rise, was the city museum. After passing 5 different security checks, they pulled up outside the building, where someone in field grey, opened the door for Vassal, it was a woman, although that was nothing unusual in this army, about 1/5 of the troops in the city must have been women, "Fleet Commander?" she asked politely, "Would you come this way please?"

"I'll see you later." it was Dashwood, she winked at Vassal, God alone knew what it was supposed to mean, before vanishing with the Officer from the car.

Vassal was then led upstairs in the museum, past another two security checks, and into what looked like a room displaying Ancient Egyptian artefacts. A balding, ageing, portly man was pouring over some maps he'd arranged on a display case containing some small clay models of charriots and such, he looked up when Vassal entered, "So you're Fleet Commander Lance Vassal, unless I'm much mistaken. Generalfeldmarshall, Lunchtime O'Booze." he introduced himself, extending a hand.

In the corner of the room a plain clothed Cheka agent in the usual field grey uniform... it was probably because nobody had disarmed Vassal.

Ilek-Vaad

29-10-2004, 02:45

Madrid regarded the Two Neo Tyrians

"Well if you have a plan , you'd best work it out quickly. It had also better be one that convinces the Klatch that you are a.) no longer a threat and b.) are incapable of interfering in their internal affairs for a long time.

I will relay whatever message you want me to to the Klatchians, but I will not help you deceive them if that is what you are planning. I certainly hope your plan works , I certainly do want to see an invasion and quite honestly the only other plan I had probably would not have been workable"

She then waits to see exactly waht they are going to do.

*****

From: Outer Consuls Office
To: Ilek-Vaad Envoy

Lord Whitmann left after he was informed that the Neo-Tyrian Parliament would not consider our offer of peaceful co-exsistence within the next few months. However, he could be diverted to meet you in a neutral third country since he is still in transit and obviously on a slower form of transport than yourself.

The Colonel looked at the next message and quickly typed a second reply.

To:Outer Consuls Office
From Colonel Mitchell, Assistant to the Special Envoy

The Envoy is still in conference with the Neo Tyrians. Your emissary will probably be passing back over our fleet on it's return voyage to the Klatch, I will contact our ships that your emissary may land on one of our carriers.

He then sent a quick missive to Itxaad to let him know that if the Alconians wanted to land, to let them do so.

North Germania

29-10-2004, 04:00

The forward fleet led by Grossfeldmarshal Fourth Class Rudolf Küll, second in command only to the Reichschancellor himself, raced to support the Vrakian ships.

Onboard the flagship K.M.B. Todeskopf, Küll was typing a message to be forwarded to the Vrakian ships.

The flagship, North Germania's largest battleship, armed with an array of 800mm guns and a number of missile batteries, was followed by two aircraft carriers, each carrying a number of MiL-1's and B-1's, another aircraft carrier loaded with only bombers, 5 missile boats, 4 Landsort Coastal Minesweepers, 6 Seawolf Class Attack Submarines, 2 Glücker Class Hospital Ships, 1 Helicopter Carrier, and 2 G.S.B. Class Battleships.

Onboard the helicopter carrier, Reichswehr soldiers preparing to launch raids against any appropriate enemy vessel or position spotted were working themselves into frenzies. Almost every soldier wore the traditional Wolf fur capes and horned helmets. Raised from birth to know and consider nothing but warfare and learning, the soldiers had been patiently waiting for months until their next major conflict. Some were even veteran survivors of the war with Dozle.

The soldiers were screaming in Germanian and slamming their axes and hammers into the sides of the ship. Some blew old Viking-styled horns. Some banged on tribal drums. Some fired off their assault rifles into the air.

The sound could basically be described as a war assembly line run entirely by psych ward patients and barbarian tribesmen. It was the Germanian style of warfare -- appear barbaric and stupid to your enemies, then crush them with brilliant strategy and sheer strength.

In a message to the Vrakian ships:

Fleets 7 and 9 are backing your positions in our assault against the enemy. Expect air support, submarine support, and troop support. We come with 2 hospital ships if there are any injured that need medical attention. You should be able to hear our battle sounds soon enough. Good to be back in war with you.

- Großfeldmarshal Fourth Class Rudolf Küll, North Germania

Alcona and Hubris

29-10-2004, 05:18

OOC: N.G. That fleet you have is so huge (On a per ship basis) it is going to be massively unweildy. For an aircraft carrier to deploy a B-1 (Lancer?) it would have to be almost twice the length of the new Ronald Regan. And a 800 mm shell? for the average 50 calibere that would mean a barrel length of 40 meters. :(
(I, Vrak, and Calarca were playing around the numbers on something similar once, sort of decided it was too huge to be any real value...) Not impossible but your fleet is going to be deep water only, like a 42 meter draft or worse...unless your doing something non-conventional...

IC:
The reply was quick from the Landgravine's aide.

To: Colonel Mitchell, Assistant to the Special Envoy
From Outer Consuls Office

Although an excellent suggestion, a Saab 2000 is not carrier landing capable. However, we did notice an atoll with a WWII air-strip now being used by a marine research group that would be near your naval route. If we had his aircraft land there, perhaps your Navy would be kind enough to pick him and his aide up via VTOL aircraft?

(I am assuming that the atoll is owned by someone unlikely to squak about a diplomatic cross over but unusable for strike flights against Neo-Tyr in the future. I don't expect my diplomats to need to be carrier capable all the time and I can't change a Saab 2000)

North Germania

29-10-2004, 05:54

I guess I'll have to change those to 500mm guns. Make it 2 missile boats, 3 subs. I'll throw out one of the regular aircraft carriers too.

Ilek-Vaad

29-10-2004, 13:59

Mitchell responded quickly:

That would be a superb idea. I will forward this plan to Supreme Naval Commander Itxaad and we will have a Marathon transport there to meet you.

Colonel Mitchell then contacted Itxaad to have him send a chaffeur for the Alconian diplomat.

*****

Aboard the Emperor Ehecatl Itxaad received the missive.

"Colonel Mitchell? He's a Purifier, and a Diplomat!" he paused looked at the Cpatain "Do I have to follow his orders?"

The Captain nodded "Yes sir, he is with the Special Envoy, we have to assist them."

Itxaad frowned "Damnit. I hate diplomats, I hate politicians. I hate everyone, send a plane for him, or I'll slit you open and feed you to the eels!"

The Captain grinned and nodded "Aye,Aye , Cap'n"

Itxaad grumbled "Scurvy dogs, arrrrrrrr."

The Rear of the Battleship shuddered as one of it's guns shifted forward to reveal the hatch to the 'Multi-Purpose' deck. The hatch opened and a light, Marathon-A transport popped out and sped towards the atoll, it could twenty five passengers in a pinch.

Dukratus

29-10-2004, 16:05

-|DINAS Ragnak Maar:Somewhere in the Dukratus Straight|-

Admiral Vaal Tadmakra-mar quietly looked over the information that scrolled over the monitor in the tactical room, a light growl eminating from his throat. The intel continued to pour in as the Dukratus satellite net continuously updated the map. It had been some time since the Dukratus navy had seen action or since anyone had seen Dukratian naval vessels, hopefully this wouldn't change. The admiral quietly moved to the bridge, taking his seat in the command chair.

Adm: "Ops, relay orders to the fleet to run max, 0% optical camouflage and Active Sound Suppresion. 10 km from fleet ralley point have all vessels go 50% optic/sound except for the strategic missile subs, they are to go full stealth and find thier hidding places."
Ops: "Yes sir, relaying orders now."
Adm: "Comm, open a line to the Vrakian fleet that we are in cruise position below them and awaiting orders"
Comm: "Yes sir, openning channels"
Adm: "Sonar, begin active scanning. I don't want anything sneaking up on us. Well go passive/silent when we near the rally position."
Son: "Yes sir, active sonar engaged for all hunter seekers."

The Admiral quietly sat back, letting his clawed fingers intertwine as the deadly submarines continued on.

Alcona and Hubris

29-10-2004, 19:53

Whitmann was on his way to getting sloshed when the pilot announced..."We have been redirected to land at Little Thong Atoll..."

The Adel turned in his seat and was about to shout obsenities when his aide stepped out of the communications area near the cockpit. "My Lord, we have to now meet with the Envoy from Ilek-Vaad."

"By landing on a bloomin' Atoll in the middle of nowhere?"

"We are going to transfer to their fleet..."

"Oh, so I get to be on a warship again?"

"Not one of ours..."

"Well, I will enjoy that...I was a bit too hasty to resign my commission after that accident...."

"Likely..."

The diplomatic jet landed on the poorly maintained runway and actually had problems attempting to taxi. As the air-crew attepted to figure out how they were going to get the front wheels of the jet out of a nasty pothole, Lord Whitmann and his aide exited the craft. Nodded at the research scientist who was looking at them both with a mix of curosity and distrust, and waited for the pick-up.

The two boarded the Marthon transport without question, although it appeared Whitmann was attempting to deal with consuming a slight bit too much alchol.

Ilek-Vaad

29-10-2004, 21:12

The Marathon pilot had stepped out, and opened the door for Lord Whitman, he raised his right fist in the defiant Retaliatory Guard salute

"I'm Leftenant Djirin, right this way sir."

Minutes later they were aboard an soon came within sight of the over one hundred ships in the Naval Guard flotilla, consisting of five Tactical Groups. The air was fairly thick with Orion Stealth fighters providing an umbrella for the fleet.

The Marathon sped towards the center of the fleet towards one of the giant Revenge Class Battleships, at over one hundred thousand tons of displacement they are massive and armed to the teeth. The Marathon landed nimbly, dropping into a hatch near the rear of the ship into the multi-purpose deck.

Lord Whitman was then greeted by several Naval Guard Marines, the Captain looked at him

"Pardon me Sir, would you prefer to freshen up before going onto meet the Supreme Naval Commander? You have a bit of time I'm told that Special Envoy Arden is still in closed door talks with the heads of state in Neo-Tyr."

Alcona and Hubris

29-10-2004, 21:48

Lord Whitmann looked down at the vessels and almost drooled, Now if I could get my hands on one of those...

The Adel seemed to be perking up aboard the warship a bit. The natural "Permission to come aboard" was cut off by (Marine?) Captain's sudden welcome. The diplomat seemed a bit taken by the vessel, his eyes rommed over the bulkheads and wiring connections. He suddenly pulled out of his reverie and replied, "Aye Captain, I could use a few moments in the head and preferably grab a temporary berth to staiten out my suit. And could I order up a mug of hot strong tea or black coffee from the Non-Com's galley if possible?" He seemed to have a bit of gleam in his eye from that request.

Lord Whitmann followed for a few moments contemplating things when he asked, "Ah, do you use the right side rule or the left side rule?"

OOC: Two points. One, He's judging the contruction and maintenance of the ship based on the welding joints and the condition around the wiring conduit.

Two, in most navies the NCO's mess is considered the 'best' of those on the ship. (such as the Iowa) As such his asking for some tea or coffee is ment to demonstrate more than a landlubber's knowledge of Naval protocol.

The right or left rule is refering to passing other people in the gangways and also who has the right of way through watertight doors, not a big problem on the upper decks...but very important to a submariner.

Neo Tyr

29-10-2004, 23:08

In the board meeting, Haart nodded. "I understand fully. Historically, House Haart, my House, has been pro-Parliament and anti-monarchy. I believe I even sponsored a bill to lower to power of the Monarchy just two years ago..." Haart rubbed his chin and thought, "Nevertheless I do not know how she went over the request of Solstice, but she did somehow. I did not particularly find that order wise, but my country expects me to do my duty. I may find the crown unwise, but I love my countrymen with a passion."

"I can understand why Richard did not agree to the incorporation to the federation. Neo Tyrinians rather dislike outlanders, and especially outland governments. Before the revolution, we were abused by a tyrannical government, with made a permanent distrust for the people. To lose sovereignty... it is a fate worse that death in the eyes of most countrymen. I believe if you reworded the request- made it so Neo Tyr would abide by the federation's laws and such, but not actually joining the Klatch proper, would easily become approved if some Houses backed it." Haart finished. He was trying his hardest that peace could be attained.

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Richard snapped out of his daze. “Oh! Um, well. If those damn outlanders just want our government to be gone along with the military it’s very simple. We sell off our entire military to the Blue Song corporation, we hold a little ‘revolution’, rename ourselves, go through a bit of red tape, then buy back our military. We’re back to square one, all hostilities between Vrak and the Principality of Neo Tyr come to an end, and no one dies. It fulfills the two requirements, we don’t take a single loss, and we are made an ‘example’ of. We sign a little treaty that claims we won’t send over any troops without first asking the Klatch people, and we’re set!” Richard said, basking in his own genius.

Juliet raised her eyebrow. She didn’t think it would help one bit, but she learned not snap at Richard.

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Vassal stepped forward to the tank. Rudvich tried to beckon him back, but Vassal waved his off, a sign of refusal in Neo Tyr. This was his duty. They tank sped off, and Rudvich bit his lip. Vassal was young and a bit of a pushover, and Rudvich hoped he had enough strength to see this through…

Vassal drove along, watching the sights. Vassal was a curious man, it killed him to stay cooped up in the café the whole time. He loved to learn, and was soaking in the foreign culture the whole way. When he left the tank he saw Dashwood wink, and he nervously nodded. What did winking mean overseas again? He pushed the thought aside and continued on.

When he entered the relic room, he looked around for a moment before he met O’Booze. What kind of name is Lunchtime? Vassal put on a smile, and extended his hand as well. “Lance Vassal, House Brother to Great House Vassal, Fleet Commander.” He said, wishing for the best…

Ilek-Vaad

29-10-2004, 23:48

Lord Whitmann noticed that the welds were near invisible and the wiring was contained in air-tight, fire proof tubing, in fact the Emperor Ehecatl was the second oldest Revenge Battleship and was only now just four years old.

The Marine Captain nodded "Yes Sir, keep to the right Sir. We have guest's quarters that you can use, coffee or tea whichever you prefer."

He turned and nodded towards a Naval Marine Corporal "The Corporal will get you whatever you require."

As they moved off of the multi-purpose deck they came out on the catwalk that skirted the fusion generator, and then headed up into the conning tower , oddly it appered that nothing important was in the conning tower, mainly living quarters, galleys and recreational areas.

The Captain brought Lord Whitmann to the Guests Quarters and saluted again

"Just let the Corporal know what you need and when you're sufficently ready. I'll see if I can't find out if the Envoy is still with the Neo Tyrians."

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Madrid raised an eyebrow

"Mr. Solstice, I doubt that it will be that easy. I know the King of Vrak will want definite change that is verifiable. That may include an occupation force and more than a simple treaty.

I would suggest that you need a more radical plan. We aren't trying to avert a corporate takeover we're trying avert an all out invasion, but I think we are on the right track now."

Vrak

29-10-2004, 23:52

At least over one hundred warships followed by the troop transports and other support ships drew closer to the Squall straits. Using heavily encrypted VMHC (Vrak Military High Command) protocols, the bearing and speed of the Vrakian fleet was transmitted to the Dukratians and North Germanians. Neo Tyr was thought to be quite far since they came up from the South Klatchian sea. The nearest JDF command node was also notified of their position and a cruising speed of 20 knots was maintained.

Meanwhile, three full wings of Vrakian bombers that left various points from Jiggady, Rouge Jiggady and Dyelli Beybi drew closer to Neo Tyr. Their escort fighters were refueled in midflight and the tankers turned away to refuel themselves. Any and all Neo Tyr ships were to be sunk by this force. Some of the fighter/bombers were to target SAM sites and other areas deemed important from the information gleaned by the two long-range aircraft.

Finally, most of the SATCOM network was repaired. Linking was now being established among all the Klatchian states that had satellite coverage and intel was pooled together then forwarded to the High General and his staff as well as their respective counterparts in each Klatchian state participating in the war effort. Intel from the two A-50s was also being relayed although not much could be learned from them yet. The computer attacks on Neo Tyr were redoubled.

Dyelli Beybi

30-10-2004, 00:30

(OOC: Sorry for not giving you a chance to respond to some of that stuff, I was trying to speed things up a bit. If I do that again, and you don' like anything, feel free to add bits to it.)

Lunchtime O'Booze, it was the kind of name you gave your child if you didn't like them, or alternatively if you were clinically insane, which was the case with most of the O'Booze family...probably the reason they hadn't changed the name...

"Really? I used to be the Marquees of Stratford.... but we don't like to talk about that sort of thing anymore."

He paused, "Anything to drink? Alcoholic, non-alcoholic? There are some sandwiches, muffins and sausage rolls lying around somewhere, unfortunately we're eating museum cafeteria food at the moment..."

O'Booze gave Vassal a moment to reply before getting down to business, "Now this surrender bussiness, I think it would be smoothest if your lot, basically lined up down the main street and handed their weapons over, we'll also need them all to fill out a form with their names, ranks and serial numbers, just so we know who we've got. Now at the moment we're thinking of sticking soldiers ranked Major or higher, in Saint Guineford's Naval Base, while the rest will be located to a camp in the desert. Is there anything unsatisfactory about these arrangements?"

Dyelli Beybi

30-10-2004, 02:25

Dyelli Beybi was also putting to Sea in force, all up, Dyelli Beybi was fielding it's only Super-Heavy Battleship, 7 'Super Carriers', both Super Hybrid Carrier Battleship, 4 other Battleships, 2 smaller 'Fleet Carriers', 28 of the small but big gunned Pocket Battleships, along with 98 assorted Battle Cruisers, 122 other assorted Cruisers, 14 Destroyer Escorts, 10 mine clearers and a huge flotilla of well over 100 supply ships. While it looked impressive on paper, Dyelli Beybi had a certain tendency to name everything a Cruiser, even if most other nations would call it a Destroyer, or even a large Frigate...

Somewhere beneath the waves, another huge fleet of subarines was also travelling, although their exact numbers were uncertain. Occasionally a few would be visible to sattlelite when they surfaced.

Alcona and Hubris

30-10-2004, 02:56

OOC: Er...how would Haart know anything about that offer?

Neo Tyr

30-10-2004, 03:04

OOC: You said 'Joining the Federation'. Haart is a powerful Noble, he's well educated in foriegn affairs.

Richard laughed, "But it is! We'll clear out some debts while we're at it! Hah! I should've thought of this years ago!" Richard said, still laughing. He left the room.

Juliet blushed and put her face in her hands. "Jesus Christ..." She said with embarassment. She then looked up. "Pardon his actions, if you will. Can I have your sugestion? The Klatch said they're going to sell our people into slavery, none the less!" Juliet said, her face heating up. The Seabrook family had very deep ties into abolition. Aboliton was a red-button issue in Neo Tyr, Houses like Haart, Kajar, and Dart relied much on it, but very few modern nations still use the barbaric practice.

Juliet continued, near the verge of tears. "Please, just give me a plan that would work. I don't give a damn about the Parliment of the crown. I don't want our people to suffer."

Ilek-Vaad

30-10-2004, 03:52

Madrid Arden looked very serious at Juliet

"There is only one other plan, and I can't exactly implement it, and I don't think we can get Mr. Solstice on board with it, if anything it would need to go directly to the Princess.

Colonel Mitchell of my Honour Guard came up with it on the way over here. He suggested that I convince you to surrender to us, the Free Republic."

She paused to let that sink in

"I don't know exactly how it would affect you in the long run, or if the Republican Council would even accept it, especially since we are not at war with you. Colonel Mitchell is senior enough to accept surrender and if the Council were to accept it, any attack on Neo Tyr would be an attack on the Free Republic, which would automatically activate the Retaliatory Guard....over a million strong.

It would have to be done quickly, and you would have to accept occupation forces. Historically we have re-organized and retrained surrendered militaries, and used our forces in the interim to provide security. I think we would also most likely assess actual damage to the Klatch and use your treasury to pay reparations, once again , as the Republican Council saw fit. It would be at least a year before the occupation force would leave and sovereign elections could take place.

But all of this academic, first you would have to surrender and then the Republican Council would have to accept. I don't know how likely either one is. That's it , that is the only other alternative I have"

Madrid pauses

"Just a side note, if the Republican Council does accept, you should know that the Constitution of the Free Republic forbids Imperialism and Colonialism. If the Republican Council did not act to return sovreignty to the People of Neo Tyr, they would actually face charges of treason."

There she had said it. Madrid now expected to be asked to leave............at best.............

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