NationStates Jolt Archive

On a small island a few miles off the coast of The Exetonian Empire, a group of people gathered. The tallest and boldest of them, was Luke Sarning, who climbed onto a nearby rock, and spoke to the rest,

"OK people, we all know why we are here, because we want a better Exetonia! We don't want the good name of Exetonia tarnished with this militarism, we don't want other countries to hate, we just want to be loved! We have tried it the peacfull way, and we are shot, by Emperor Falkynheim and his brutal and barbaric Chancellor von Staufenburg. We demand freedom!" The crowd began to cheer "My friends, I here by declare this island the first part of The People's Republic of Exetonia!"

Burly looking men began handing out rifles to everone, civilians stormed the small naval base, and stole an Ohio Class U-Boat, which slid into the sea. Luke Sarning grabbed a radio

"this is a desperate message from The People's Republic of Exetonia, please help us anyone, we are fighting for freedom, we are fighting for peace. We ask the international community to help us to liberty! Any help is welcome"

A few moments later, the silky vocie of Chancellor von Staufenburg spread across the radio waves. "We demand the total and un-conditional surrednder of the rebels. If you are found helping these traitors and bandits, you will be subject to Exetonian Military Law"

Acorss the sea from the fledgling People's Republic, the Imperial Exetonian High Seas Fleet put to see.

Hearing of the rebels requests, Robert Powell had no choice but to mobilse his helicopters and costal defence boats against the rebels on the Island. The orders were given and the military was mobilised. Lets do this, came the speech over the airwaves.

Within 20 minutes a fleet of 35 costal boats armed with 3 smgs and a torpedoe tube each and an air assult force of 10 converted civilian helicopters armed with 2 smgs and carrying 10 men. Their mission was to invade and hold this small Islandship of the coast of Greater Exetonia and take it they would....

The Imperial Exetonian Highs Seas Fleet, 1st Squadron approached the island. As soon as they were in range, Admiral von Grafheim ordered the shelling of rebel positions to commence. The great guns opened up on the small island, sending tonne after tonne of gas and shrappnel shells onto the poor locals. The small but proud Imperial Airforce still aproached in 2 Kitty Hawk class Carriers, they would wait for the naval shelling to stop, before pounding the rebels themselves, and giving cover to special SS marines.

As the barage was getting under way, a very white looking adjutant came onto the bridge of the IEV "Sir, the Rebs, they got themselves a U-boat out there. Somewhere" "Sweet Jesus son! Why didn't y'all tell me before I poured the fleet in, get Naval Command on the blower, and get me some U-boats and air-recon out here. I want to see that U-boat on a platter, you got my drift boy!?" "ye...ye...yes sir" "Gosh Darn it"

The shelling continued, until the small village on the island was nothing but rouble that could scream. Gas drifted slowly off the island in a thick haze out to see. Admiral von Grafheim did things by the book, and the book certainly did NOT call for mercy. the barage finally let up, for another white faced adjutant to walk in, as F-22 Raptors screamed past overhead, and machinegun fired opened up, as the rebels tried to fight back the SS marines.
"Admiral" "What is it son?" "Sir, we've got company, I reporting lotos of coastal patrol boats approaching, they are flying the flag of Exetonia Minor" "Get their captain or whoever the damn well hell is in charge over there on the blower. And I mean now sailor!" "yes, sir!"

Exetonian Navy, this is the fleet of your sister nation Exetonia Minor calling. We will set out and use the Powell manouver with our sonar to find ur goddam missing u-boat and torp her out of the water.

Suddenly, over the air came the Ride of the Valkeries as the 10 gunships headed for the center capital of the small Island with the 80 marines on board. They were vastly out numberd but would do the job well.

Then a communique was recieved over the blower from Robert John Powell himself.

"I thought i'd return the favour of what u gave me during the coup in this little country of mine here... my forces are at your disposal commander"

and the line closed.

Admiral von Grafheim laughed until his throat was soar, "Hey, boy, get me a loudspeaker, and blast this over that island, so all the god damn Rebs in the whole damn world can get themselves an earfull" "yes, sir". Grafheim pressed his lips to the front of the microphone "Y'all here this, and ya'll mark this well you damn Rebs, we got ourselves out here some buddies, and they got a damn hell lot of guns. Now, you can either give up now, and save yourselves a lot of bloodshed, or you can stand back and let us boys out here test out all our toys"

There was silence for a moment. Followed by a single crack of gunfire, one of the Rebs had tried to shoot down a chooper. And Failed. Badly. Marines and SS Special Forces poured onto the island, behind a creeping barage od shell fire from the High Seas Fleet, whilst F-22 Raptors and Choppers ripped the rebel lins apart as the troops moved in.

On the sea, a torpedo glided silently towards the IEV Aberystwyth, it struck the hull, but didn't hit anything important. The Aberystwyth sheered to one side, metal groaning. "What in Tarnation was that boy!?" Yelled Grafheim "tropedo sir, just hit the Aberystwyth, but now we got a fix on his position" "well what y'all chin wagging with me for? Tare the bastard apart, I want his ass on a platter, sailor, you here me, on a platter!"

Later that day, SS troops searched for the body of Luke Sarning, so they could put his head on a spike outside The Imperial Palace. However, in amongst the wreckage of broken bodies, he was impossible to find. "what'll we do with the wounded sir?" asked a plucky young soldier." "the wounded, we din't take any wonded" "no sir, I mean the Rebs? What'll we do with their wounded?" "The Rebs? What Rebs?" the officer said with calm callousness, "pull back men, we're going home."

the Troops pulled back, and left behind only a small garrisson to watch the survivors die. "And that's what happens to Rebs in this country sailor" Said Grafheim to his adjutant, who looked a little yellow, despite never getting sea sick