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Corporal Alawi clutched his AKM to his chest as he paced up the beach. Behind him, the rest of his section trooped out of their landing craft In the distance he could see the Hogsweatian fleet, the tall ships stark black against the grey of the sky.
The whup-whup-whup of helicopter blades echoed along the shore as the Sudelistani Hinds and transport helicopters made their way inland. Their target; an old underground car park in an abandoned village, twenty miles north of the city of Han's.

http://www.freewebs.com/theburnsiandesert/TBD%20National2.GIF

OOC: Right, here goes the sneaky invasion of the Burnisian Desert. Anyone who has not already been told that they are part of this RP is not to post. At all. We don't want more people.

Initial Sudelistani Landings;

Two full Brigades, under the command of Major-General Oman (1 Brigade = 3 Battalions Infantry {600 men in each}, 2 Battalions Light Infantry, 3 Logistical Battalions, 1 Armour Regiment {32 BMP-2s, 16 T80UDs}.)

Eighteen Mi-6 Transport Helicopters, accompanied by three Mi-35M Hind Gunships.

http://www.freewebs.com/theburnsiandesert/TBD%20National2.GIF

The chinooks set down on the warm, Burnsian beach. Lieutenant-General Peter Bridge slung his .303 British L1A1 over his shoulder and gave the order to move out. 8,000 troops, two Divisions. The glorious 104th Kings Paratroopers and the 294th Kings Paratroopers. Soon to back them up, the 2000 strong 13th Logistics Support and the 1000 vehicle strong 123rd Kings Paratrooper Armour.

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Lieutenant General Peter Bridge waved to his friend Colonel Frunkly, as the Armour commander waded ashore, his shirt-arms rolled up.
"Brian. Good to see you again. Let's get moving"
"Peter, old friend. Yes, lets. The logistic boys are behind in their trucks."

The force was pretty motorized. Most of the infantry hitched a ride on the tanks and the logistics trucks. As they reached the abandoned mosque, Bridge jumped out with his Command Platoon and inspected the area. There were no further embarkations - they would have to be lightening fast. Peter was puzzled - intelligence had said there was a ramp around somewhere. He turned around, and nearly tripped over. He had stumbled on a chain, sand covering it and rusting the once clean metal. As some logistics boys came over, they found the entrance to the hatch and lifted it up, with the help of some of the armour AVRE's.
"Well then, lets get moving. No time to waste."
They left the hatch open, for the Sudelistani units to follow up behind.

NUMBERS:
4000 infantry
1000 trucks
500 Challenger II's
500 Centurion AVRE's

It wasn't long before they had reached the end of the tunnel - As they did, Bridge gave the order for a couple of hundred infantry to dismount and take point. Behind them, the tanks, with men on, and then the trucks with men on.

The Burnsian soldier swivelled as the hatch opened - out coming a group of soldiers supported by tanks. One of the armoured vehicles fired a shell into the air, and a soldier raised a microphone.

"SOLDERS OF THE BURNSIAN DESERT! SURRENDER IMMEDIATELY! THIS AIRPORT IS UNDER HOGSWEATIAN CONTROL!"

The tanks and infantry poured out, ready to fire at any moments notice. Hopefully they would not have to.

OOC: Uh, what airport is this?

Sorry. The airport at the capital.

OOC: I'm assuming Highfather International Airport. It'll be interesting to see how you found out about the tunnels I made.

IC:

As soon as the soldier on the bullhorn was heard, T-99 tanks and M1A3-As raced to the scene from guard stations, with Apache support taking off from the nearby heliport. Several squads of Anti-Tank Troopers and snipers lined the roofs of the concourses, and the airport began to be evacuated.

The three Hind gunships sped over Highfather International Airport, keeping close to the ground. The terminal was a dull grey in the dark of the night, illuminated in spots by the yellow glare of streetlamps. Occasional muzzle flashes could be seen amongst the buildings, and a thunderous explosion told of the presence of a Challenger.
Lieutenant Bakri peered into his gunsights. The night-vision revealed hidden targets, and he opened fire with the Hind's .50 cal machine gun, ripping them apart...

OOC: Air superiority!

"Frunkly! Get your armour units in position, we need to act fast."
Bridge clenched his teeth. Where the hell were the Sudelistanis? Just as the thought passed through is mind, a hind hovered overhead, ripping apart incoming infantry. Bridge signalled for his two battalions to mount up - the 500 Centurion AVRE's gunned their engines, and as the troops jumped on, they sped forwards into the city, weapons loaded.

Into the airport, the Challenger's moved into position and engaged infantry - the other two battalions moved into the airport, shooting on sight.

The gunners of several SA-2 sites turned toward the advancing gunships. Locking on, they fired all of their missiles, a total of 24, into the force, bringing several helicopters down. Quickly, the 12-craft flight of Apaches rose over the crest of a hill, engaging Hinds and Challengers alike.

OOC: There are citizens in your nation who.... dislike your regime. [obviously] How many of them would report to Hogsweatian authorities about it? I just assumed that a citizen that new about it reported it to the Hogsweatian Authorities before being killed.

OOC: Alright, I guess, but how many civilians would know about top-secret escape tunnels?

NCOLO Nick Carter jumped for cover as his truck exploded. He quickly dialed up the number of the local Hogsweatian Naval Task Force.

KABOOM!

The challenger two exploded in a mighty fireball, its crew perishing almost immediately. The tank next to it raised its gun in anger, firing off a round at the stationary comanche. The shot was lucky - the shell slammed straight into the helicopters hull and turned the Comanche into flames, that could be seen for miles around in the night sky.

Luckily the Task Force had some air support on station - ten Eurocopter Tigers. They were whizzing their way towards the battle as quickly as possible.


Bridge ducked as the RPG flew straight past in Centurion - turning the road behind in a crater. In retaliation, the 118MM cannon blasted apart the futile resistance.
"Fourth contact, and we've lost a tank or two. How much longer?"
Peter said aloud, without realising. One of his men next to him pulled out a map.
"Nearly there boss. In fact..."
They turned the corner, and a massive palace came into view.
"ONE THROUGH THREE COMPANY, DISEMBARK!"
Bridge screamed. The men jumped out, rocking their weapons and advancing steadily with the tanks in unison. They opened fire on the palace guard, as the surprised crumpled with ease. Bridge stood onto the lead Centurion AVRE, and raised his microphone.
"WILLIAM FABUS! YOU ARE HEREBY PLACED UNDER HOUSE ARREST. FAILURE TO COMPLY MEANS DEATH"
The Centurions fanned out, securing the perimeter, but Bridge was wary. Misssissippians were known to fight to the death.
"One and two companies with me - the rest of you secure the area, and watch for snipers"

He moved into the palace, as a Centurion bashed down the gate. A couple of tanks followed, as the men silently approached.

A young woman, possibly only 16, ran out on top of the ramparts of the palace and began shooting with a Glock 17. At the same time, hundreds of soldiers took to the walls and raked the incoming troops with fire and RPG rounds. A sniper on the roof took the co-ordinates of the enemy troops and called in artillery from two miles away.

A round smashed through the helmet of the soldier next to Bridges - killing him instantly. All around, men were being killed, but Bridges smiled as two Centurions blasted a chunk out of the manor. Some were smoking hulks, but the 7.62 co-axial machine guns ripped apart the brave defenders.

Bridges looked at the woman shooting the small handgun, admiring her courageousness. But it was soon over, as a Royal Sharpshooter Corp [RSC] sniper put a dart in her chest, putting her to sleep for a couple of hours. True, they had put up stiff resistance, but it was no real match. Five hundred odd tanks had the manor on a lockdown, as even more troops landed on the beaches near Han's. A Centurion knocked down the gate, and Bridges led his company into the manor while the AVRE's knocked down the soldiers like flies. Just as Peter had entered the manor, his friendlies shooting at troops inside, a wave of artillery knocked out a score of tanks that were demolishing the side of the palace.

"Starfish 1 to Starfish 2,3,4, and 5, targets in range, over"

"Roger roger"

Scans of the city had shown artillery hidden several miles behind the manor, and Starfish Wing had been sent to knock it out. They swooped down low, cannon blazing as they dropped the 250 pound bombs on the hurriedly reloading crews.
They only hoped that Seahorse wing would reach their in time, or Fabus may never be captured...

The troops at the airport had met resistance, but mostly the soldiers defending had been killed. As Frunkly popped up from his tank, a shell hit it in the rear, propelling him forwards as his crew died in the intense heat.

--Burnsian Command And Control, Central Region--

Yelling and confusion raked the bunker. Officers, technicians, and runners ran from desk to desk, console to console, all panicking and trying to make sense of the situation. Above the chaos was a huge flat panel monitor showing Highfather, with the Royal Palace and Highfather International Airport highlighted and zoomed in. The images were of live satellite feed, but computers had highlighted enemy and friendly units approprately. An aide rushed to the desk of the Regional Commander, William Barts, and told him that the Highfather Artillery Division had been knocked out.

"Send in air cover, the 1st Air Support Division from Ka'za. I want them lit up!" said Barts, as the aide rushed to fulfill his orders.

Five minutes later, 12 F-117 Nighthawks took off from Ka'za Air Base, heading for the Royal Palace with precision payloads, destined for the enemy combatants.

Corporal Alawi stumbled past a dead Challenger, his seven remaining men following. Thick, black smoke from the wreck stung his eyes. Above him, occasional small arms fire sounded from the wall, but it was sporadic. A T80UD rumbled past, it's gun trained on something down a road on the left.

"Cover your ears!" yelled Alawi, a moment before it fired.

The deafening roar shook him to his bones, and a thin layer of dust was kicked from the ground. Alawi quickly grabbed his AKM got to his feet.

"Let's get moving..."

OOC: Well, urm...I'm advancing too, I suppose. I don't see what else I can do at this stage.

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"WILLIAM FABUS! YOU ARE HEREBY PLACED UNDER HOUSE ARREST. FAILURE TO COMPLY MEANS DEATH"

Ooc- Hogsweat told me to jump in and RP William (Which is fitting, seeing as William is my character. I'm glad nobody attempted to RP him, thank you. :D)

William nearly choked on his tobacco when he heard the shouts, he spat the juices out into a trashcan and grabbed a satellite phone to a secure link to Jackson City.

(William) "Father, goddamnit, father, where are you, pick up... Oh thank God, father, I'm in trouble, they're right outside!"

Curtis was groggy and yawned, "What William? Who is outside?"

William was starting to panic, "I have no idea!"

Curtis yawned again, "You have an SRG Division there, yes?"

William shook his head and shouted, "No, just one rifle company, only 120 men, the division, well the base they were to stay at when they arrived, it was slow to build, they're not ready yet, so only 1 company is here at the palace, the division is back in Mississippi. I thought you knew that? Didn't you?"

William heard sounds outside on the balcony, he looked through the wall with thermal goggles he had grabbed from a case under his bed, he saw four men decked out in assault gear, he set the phone down and fired an entire drum from his AKM, through the wall. He watched as the men were caught by surprise and went down, he was certain they were all dead.

Curtis was screaming, "William! answer me, are you okay!?!"

William set the AKM back down on the table next to the phone, "Yes father, I am fine... But... I don't think the SRG can hold forever, obviously they can't."

Curtis sighed, "Okay, get the queen on the phone, she's technically the ruler of TBD, if she approves it, I'll send my personal guard division, Curtis Fabus, to TBD to rescue you two. Hopefully by then, Roger will be alerted of this, he is in Stahlecker City right now, only he can authorize a federal deployment... But I could get you four parachute divisions from the Commonwealth. Talk to Katrina, hurry, get her, now."


William ran down the hallway to find his wife, the windows and walls shattering as each volley from the enemy came in closer and closer.

Meanwhile outside along the perimeter, the company of SRG were running out from their barracks and starting to man their positions, pouring heavy fire into the approaching forces and those that had already breached the gates. The SRG were decked out in standard heavy battle body armor (with ceramic plates) and night vision/thermal vision sights on their OICWs. It was going to be a fierce battle. The captain shouted, "For Fabus!" and the men let out a cheer as they arrived at their positions along the wall, kneeling down behind the barriers to take cover from the massive volumes of fire being laid down against them. "For Fabus!" they replied.

Ooc- By the way, William and the SRG wear the body armor that will stop a 7.62mm NATO round (308)

Tellerman checked his rifle again, and took down another one of the SRG. He put two shots in the chest, and another two in the head.
"Goddamn their fierce" he muttered as an OICW grenade detonated around him, turning his machine gunner into blood and mush. He cheered as a Centurion AVRE turned the corner, firing its gun off and turning another balcony into crumbling masonry.

There were three of them at that point in total, and in a rising crescendo their cannons fired in a canon [ sorry for the two words stringed together], turning a group of SRG into mangled bodies. In retaliation, two of them popped out of a small hole in the roof. Immediately realising what would happen, Tellerman fired some rounds off, but they all missed and he was forced back in cover. A milan rocket streamed into one of the Centurion's, wiping out the top of the tank and annihalating its crew.

Tellerman could not see these people surrendering. They were fanatics, fight to the death sorta guys. Still, they had tank support, and that would do just fine. Another Centurion rolled into position, strafing the manor with 7.62 rounds before firing off another round into a SRG position.

Peter turned the corner, his team behind him. He rolled a flash grenade into the next room, and stormed in, his gas mask on.
"DOWN ON THE FLOOR! NOW!"
The people inside, Palace Guard, dropped their guns and surrendered.
[They'd been flashed and put at gunpoint]
Bridge hated doing it, but he gave the order and his men gunned down the surrendered troops. There were more gunshots, as more platoons advanced up the stairways to find William Fabus.

Tank Losses since SRG arrived:
23 vehicles
81 crew
Infantry loses since SRG arrived
89 Soldiers
3 officers

Two of the SRG inside the palace were out of ammunition, they dropped their guns and pulled their knives before charging out from the sideroom into the squad of Hogsweatians, slashing and hacking as they were shot to pieces, but not before doing some damage.

The SRG captain was out of ammunition, he drew his sword from his sheath, waved it in the air, and shouted, "Martyrs for Fabus!" As he and twenty survivors surged forward, pouring OICW and MILAN fire against the tanks and accompanying infantry. One of the soldiers dove under a tank and detonated a twenty pound pack of C4, shouting, "Hail Fabus!" as he did so.

William dove into a room, turning around to fire his pistol down the hall as he did so, hitting two men in the chest with the 45 caliber rounds. He raced over to the closet after he slammed the bedroom door shut and retrieved an old M-14B rifle from inside the closet, the rifle had a few things going for it. It was fully loaded, the safety was off, it had a thermal and night sight scope, and a laser. He ducked down behind a crate and readied for the enemies to storm into the room.

The tanks exploded in plumes of fire, explosions blasting apart many centurions. Tellerman screamed as he unloaded his magazine steadily into the advancing SRG - he knocked down a couple before running. Tellerman could hear the rapid thud thud thud of an M249 SAW before screams and the cease of firing. He dived between two ruined tanks, where a line of men and guns were cutting down the advancing SRG. He slammed in another magazine, and gunned down even more of the fanatical maniacs. He was just reloaded when they hit the line, tearing apart the poor Hogsweatians. Tellerman dropped his gun, bringing out his knife and slashed expertly at a SRG. The man hit back, cutting Tellerman viciously in the arm, and Tellerman went for a straight slice into his chest as the man was occupied. The knife clanged against the armour, twisting Tellerman's hand and forcing him to drop the knife. The SRG veteran jumped on Tellerman, forcing him to the ground. His knife was raised, and he brought it down swiftly. Tellerman rolled to the side, bringing out his pistol and pointing it towards the SRG's head.
"No game" he said, as the two .357 rounds tore through the armour and splatted brains across the floor. The grizzled sergeant got up, and watched around. They had taken scores of losses, but the SRG were being mopped up. But still, they were fighting back in parts, ripping the Paratroopers to shreds.

"ARGH"
Bittle went down, a knife to his back, as did Cother, but that time silently. Bridge turned, his pistol raised, blasting off the SRG's head. Another went for his leg, tearing the fatigued clothes and making a nasty scar, before a comrade ripped off his head with a few .303 rounds.

They advanced far in, and saw two more men dead, pinpoint accuracy. Bridge lowered his pistol, and bashed the door down from the side. He threw in a flash grenade, and dived into the room at a left angle. There was a shot - Peter recognised it as an M14, and it cut through one of his friends as they poured into the room.

The last of the SRG left alive decided to unleash the surprise they had waiting for the approaching forces, approximately one hundred claymore anti-personnel directional blast mines lined the approaches into the palace compound. As the forces advanced, the last six SRG men flipped the switches, sending the mines off in a chorus of flashes, explosions, and howls of death and agony as the thousands of pellets (think 00 buckshot, only going a whole lot faster) flew into the men, striking them in the faces, the chests, the armor saving their chests, but many losing their heads.


The six men then readied their C4 packs and rushed forward into the confused and dazed masses of troops, each man going towards a different group. They dove into the midst of the groups, shouting, "For Fabus!" before detonating their twenty pound packs of C4.


William was behind he crate, firing wildly yet with surprising accuracy until something very unexpected and unwelcome happened. He tossed the jammed rifle down as the shell failed to extract and he had no knife to clear the jam, the shell had sort of broken off inside the chamber and it wouldn't come out, the rifle was worthless to him now. He drew his pistol and started to fire his last magazine, wondering what his next move would be. Suddenly the slide locked back, empty. He tossed it aside and meekly shouted, "I surrender, don't shoot!" as he slowly raised his arms up over the crate and started to come out from behind it.

There were huge explosions, as Tellerman was thrown into a crater. Screams of agony and pain, then mass explosions as solders echoed "FOR FABUS". Tellerman cleared the dust off his face, standing up, he could see more than two hundred tank carcasses, and hundreds upon hundreds of corpses of Kings Paratrooper soldiers. Tellerman dropped to his feet, and cried. He wept, and wept. They were supposed to be the elite of the elite, master of Hogsweatian armed forces. They had been beaten, with tank support, by a mere COMPANY of Mississippians.

Bridge had at first entered that palace with twenty men. He had Fabus in a corner of a room, probably going to burst into tears, with no weapon, and three Hogsweatian troops, wide grins filling their mouths with joviality. [A word?] He raised his .357 desert eagle, and pointed the barrel to the front of Fabus' face.

"William Fabus, I hereby pronounce the death sentence upon you."
He pulled back the cock of the Desert Eagle, and aimed into Fabus forehead.

Bridge waved his hand.

"Ringer, go get the queen and bring her here"

"Yes boss"

Ringer returned, and dragged a sleeping queen before William's eyes.
"If you want her to see you alive, then you better co-operate"

William smiled, "Yes, great idea, kill the archduke of Mississippi, the heir to the throne, see what that gets you."

He smiled at the man and said, "My death shall unite the empire, she is divided over slavery and other issues. Upon the sacrifical altar I offer up myself to unite the empire behind the banner that will be carried to avenge me..." His smile grew wider, "Make me a martyr, I am ready, I shall see you in hell. But remember, when my nation rallies to avenge me, and your nation is razed to the ground, your children killed, and your women ravaged... I want you to remember my face, and remember that you are the one who made it all possible... Now, now, I am ready..."

He made the sign of the cross and softly whispered, "Patri, et Filio, et Spiritui Sancto."


Ooc- This was posted before you dragged the queen, but the net was so slow it didn't get up until after. :( So can we just go with them not dragging her in front of him, unless you really want to.

The Queen, still unconsious, shivered as the soldiers dragged her, in her nightgown, through the dark hallways of the palace...

OOC: A stab at RP-ing. Whatever happened to my air support coming in?

William started screaming when he saw her, shouting at the men holding their guns trained on him, "Let her go, you bastards!" He tried to rush forward at the nearest man but all that accomplished was getting himself pistol whipped. Three men then held him down, holding his arms behind his back. William started kicking and thrashing, then pleading, "Let her go, take me instead, just let her go..."

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Ooc- Perhaps now is a good time for the queen to sort of drift back into consciousness, yes?

At the Mississippian embassy about four miles away from the Palace, the three companies of Federal Marines (360 soldiers) had been getting ready for a night of prayer and fasting as the December 4th Victory Day was only about a month away. The soldiers would fast and prayer for twenty-four hours straight, the month before, and then four forty-eight hours straight the day of. Their prayers were interrupted by the sounds of artillery and gunfire, they knew the city was under attack.

Suddenly radio broadcasts began coming in, "SRG, Company... Overrun.... Fabus... Save.... Send... Help.... For, Fabus." the voice was as weak and fading as the transmission. The major at the embassy smashed his fist on the desk as he turned the radio off. He strode out of the command tent and off to assemble his troops.

The major had assembled all the men on the compound green, he was walking up and down the line. He suddenly stopped, and turned to a soldier, "What day is it?" He asked the young soldier.

The young soldier snapped to attention and sounded off, "Major sir, today is November 3rd, twenty, in the year of Fabus."

The major nodded his head, "Yes, nearly on the eve of the twenty year mark for the anniversiary of our glorious revolution. This is a sign from God! Praise God! And Praise his only modern prophet! Praise Fabus!"

The soldiers all cheered, "Hail Fabus! Hail Fabus, Hail Fabus!" as they threw their arms into the air.

There was an orderly chaos to it all as they slipped into their body armor and gathered their gear, before running off into the night, the armory stripped clean except for a few old M-14Bs and pistols nobody used anymore (Revolvers, old M-1911-A1s)

As the marines jogged the several miles towards the embassy, they realized that their leader's brother, and the leader's sister-in-law, were in grave danger, this was a mission to save not only the monarchy of TBD, but also to save two Fabuses, one born into the Fabus family, one married into the Fabus family, but both still Fabuses.

The Queen, having gotten a large dose of the neurotoxin, began fading in and out of consciousness. Feeling her arms being pinned behind her, she cried feebly for help and tugged weakly against the arms restraining her.

William started thrashing, kicking, and jumping against the men who were holding him back, he was straining to reach his wife. He started to shout, "You bastards, take your hands off her, let her go!" He finally collapsed into the arms of the men holding him after he'd struggled for about twenty minutes, been hit a few dozen times, and then pistol whipped at least three times, his strength was spent. He started to pout and cry, weakly muttering, "Just let her go... She's not the one you want, let her go."

[OOC: your air support killed about 80 tank. in total you killed 100 tanks, and the SRG 23.]


Bridges looked out the window - he saw a few men securing the entrances with some of the tanks. There were still a fair amount of tanks, and they blockaded the entrances to the palace and a few streets around it. The troops took up defensive positions.

Peter looked at the 16 year old, and felt a pang of regret. How old was she? Barely sixteen, he reckoned. She was too young for this. Peter knelt down in front of William.
"The next year or so is going to be hard for you. Look son, if it was the powers that be's way you'd be dead by now. Co-operate and you and your queen may just live through this." He signalled for the soldiers to let go of the queen, and the ran towards him.
"Remember, don't make any funny moves."

Corporal Winolsky let the radio down. As he did so it rang.
"Damn" he cursed.
He picked it up with usual answer.
"104th Kings Paratroopers, regimental headquarters"
There was a slight crackle and a reply.
"104th, is your regimental commander alive?"
"Roger."
"232nd Division en route. Over"
"Over"

William, weak from the beatings, struggled to stand, he took Katrina into his arms and embraced her, kissing her as he whispered, "Don't worry, we'll be okay, don't worry..."


Outside, the marines from the embassy had made it to within 400 meters of the palace, they'd run smack into the rear of the advancing hogsweatians, somewhat relaxed and at ease as the palace had been seized... This was almost too good.

The major shouted, "For Fabus!" as the men unloaded their magazines at the shocked hogsweatians. Eighty of the three hundred and sixty marines were suicide bombers, they ran forward to either attempt to dive under tanks or jump into large concentrations of enemy soldiers. "Martyrdom For Fabus!" they shouted just before they would blow themselves up.

MILANS and RPGS sailed against the rear and side armor of the tanks lined up, the marines couldn't have arrived at a better time, slicing into the flanks and rears of most of the units they smashed into, but numbers were starting to work against them. The marines had lost just thirty men in the first two minutes of the intense fight, but they were dealing the enemy a tremendous blow.

"SHIT SHIT SHIT"
Bridges swore loudly as a mighty explosion saw two tanks crumbling.
The troops around him took cover in the room, pointing their guns in the door.

The defense had collapsed. The rear of the palace was falling into disruption, as further troops and tanks poured in. Tellerman raised his pistol, aiming it at a Federal Marine and fired off three shots. He switched to his next target, and downed the soldier with the tactic. To his left, four tanks blew holes in the Mississippian ranks, while snipers and machine gunners took tolls. Two whole companies advanced into secure the manor, while the remaining Two stayed outside with the tanks and battled fiercely with the Federal Marines.

Tank Losses:90
Infantry Losses: 45

The marines continued to surge forward, unflinching in the face of mounting loses. William was in the palace, holding Katrina, he heard the noises, he smiled a little, he knew that the marines wouldn't let them down.

Meanwhile, approaching TBD in Mi-24s and C-130s, the "Curtis Fabus" SRG Division, 18,000 riflemen and their 2,250 BMP3s were being airlifted in, along with the 500 T-99 tanks (Via C-17s). The T-98 and T-98W tanks were far too heavy to even consider placing in a C-17, they'd take weeks to get to TBD and so it was decided not to send them. This was to be a quick in and out operation, perhaps a few days at the most.

Meanwhile the 5 regiments of the MSAAS had been given the go ahead to cross into TBD and they begun doing so, eight companies had landed in the embassy compound and were moving out towards the palace. Two companies were going to jump into combat right on the palace grounds, and two platoons were going to helicopter onto the roof and courtyard of the palace. The remainder of the regiments would secure the international airport and the key bridges leading to it.

The hogsweatians in the palace compound looked up to see no less than twenty Mi-24 helicopters slicing through the night sky, massive numbers of rockets came crashing down outside the palace walls, any forces outside the walls were certainly killed, the marines and the hogsweatians alike. As for the inside of the walls, they were quickly overwhelmed as 140 SRG roped down from the helicopters and made moves to secure them. Only about twenty of the marines had made it inside the compound before the rocket attacks, and thus were spared being torn to pieces.

As soon as the SRG had hit the walls, the MSAAS sprang into action and the two platoons landed in positions on the roof and in the courtyard. It was going to be a fierce battle to get into the palace, it might or might not work, they didn't even have it completely surrounded, but for now, they were pushing the enemy back into a pocket around the palace.



Ooc- They've been readying for this for a while now.
http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=362886

There was the whuzz whuzz whuzz of the Blackhawk blades, as they came over the horizon into view. The M60E's lit up the night sky, cutting down swathes of Federal Marines. Ten hawk's landed in front of the palace, out of view of the attack and ready to dust off at a moments noticed.
Forced to go down the steps, William and Katrina were held at gunpoint until they reached the helicopters.
"William Fabus, you are now a captive of the Hogsweatian Government. You will react as so."
They forced William onto the chopper, bound his legs and arms, and left him to say goodbye to Katrina.
"SHIT!" Bridge shouted.
"GO! GO!"
He screamed, as an Mi24 rocket smeared a blackhawk into the floor.
The helicopter took off, as did three others, and headed top speed back to the Hogsweatian naval fleet. Bridges drew his .357, and blasted at some MSAAS.
"RETREAT!! FALL BACK!!"
The remaining paratroopers, around 200, fleed to the tanks on the edge of the palace, jumped on, and the Centurion's gunned their engines. But there were still men left- around 20 guards in the palace readied their weapons and prayed.
"Powerbar 1 to Powerbar's 2, 3, 4, and 5. Convoy in range"
The Eurocopter Tigers of Powerbar wing peeled off from the airport and headed to the convoy to protect them from air attack.

William was sitting inside the helicopter and he smiled, "They'll never negotiate for my release, you're as good as dead for taking me hostage, you know that, yes?"


The MSAAS pressed their advance against the rapidly retreating enemy forces. Loses meant nothing to either the SRG or the MSAAS. But while the SRG was a sledge hammer, the MSAAS was a scalpal, a fine instrument of percision, suffering far fewer loses percent-wise, than the SRG was suffering.

The turning point was when the first elements of the first regiment of SRG riflemen parachuted into the compound area as the eight companies of MSAAS began to arrive from the embassy. Only about two hundred reinforcements thus far, but enough to drive the hogsweatians back even further. Still no sign of William or Katrina, but they had to be close by.

"I don't think so son"
An Airborne Major grinned.
"You are ours now"

The helicopters flew into the night sky, away from anything to catch them.

Krogan limped. He raised his hands, as his empty gun clattered to the floor.
"Corporal Krogan, 104th Kings Paratroopers, Serial number 019384"

William grinned, "You don't know what you got yourself into, eh?" With that said, he smashed his head into the other man's head, laughing from the pain he inflicted (William, the most recently born Fabus, had the most benefits of genetic engineering, including a thicker skull and more protective fluid) William smiled, "Ops, I'm sorry, bumpy ride, I must have slipped."


The MSAAS finally found Katrina, crouching behind some pieces of a car, "Are you okay excellency?" The man asked her, pulling her to her feet, "Where is William?"

"ARGH FUCK"

The Major's eyebrows darkened and became more pressed. He took a sedative out of the medical rack, and stuck the syringe hard into William's leg.

Krogan limped. He raised his hands, as his empty gun clattered to the floor.
"Corporal Krogan, 104th Kings Paratroopers, Serial number 019384"


The MSAAS that he was attempting to surrender to slowly and casually drew out a pistol, as though he had done this a thousand times before, he pointed it at the man's chest but jerked it low as he pulled the trigger, sending a 45 caliber slug into his knee, he didn't want to kill him, just cause him pain, at least for now that was all.

The captain walked up and held his pistol trained on the man's face, "Tell me, where is Archduke William Fabus? Tell me now, or you die, and not quick with a gun, slow, with acid, or ants eating your insides out while you scream in pain."

"Shit!"
Krogan fell to the floor.
"Fabus.... he's.... I don't know. Maybe the the helicopters, maybe the tanks."

The captain brought his boot down swiftly onto the man's hand, breaking every bone in every finger, he then twisted the boot and caused even more pain. He looked at his other hand, "Well... I need a definitive answer, not a maybe, when and where did you last see him?"

Meanwhile on the helicopter, William was struggling to stay awake, his eyes fluttering shut, he whispered, "Make it quick, you butchers!" before he slipped into unconsciousness.

Krogan coughed up blood. "I don't know. I was fighting the marines, the suicide bombers. They could have taken him anywhere!"

The captain stepped back and sighed, then suddenly he gave the man a sharp kick against his wounded kneecap. "Where is your fucking fleet located, I want the exact coordinates of the ships! Now!"

"Theyre near ... Kaza. I think thats how its proncd.. [his words aren't exactly clear]. We came in from Kaza and ... drove to Highfather. Spare me, please"

The captain looked down at the man and smiled, then he lowered the pistol and fired, the round purposely aimed to the left at the last second. He had two soldiers help the man up and they took him over to an ambulance BMP-3 that had just arrived after landing at the embassy a few hours ago.


The captain looked to the (SRGIO) Special Republican Guard Intelligence Operations operative assigned to the unit, the man shook his head, "No, Kaza, not likely at all... If I were them, but I'm not, but if I were, I'd go for the nearest friendly power, Dr Twist had some land nearby, I'm not sure, but where in there they'd take him, but it makes sense, doesn't it?"

The captain nodded, "Yes, it makes some sense, but what can we do? Why don't we leave three regiments of MSAAS here, and take one into DTST and the other goes to Kaza..."

The SRGIO operative, a colonel and able to make the call, decided against it, for the time being. He shook his head, "No, we might not want to anger Dr. Twist..." The captain was enraged, "You would incur the wrath of God?"

The colonel laughed, "Fabus is not God!" The captain frowned, "No, but he speaks for God here on Earth, he is the instrument of God, he tells us what God's bidding is, and we follow, we obey. That is the way of things."


The debate went back and forth, really going nowhere. Finally both men realized that Dr. Twist didn't own the land anymore. The colonel smiled, "A sign from God?" The captain quickly agreed, "Yes indeed, God is guiding us." They both said in unison, "God is great, praise be to the Almighty Lord who blessed our land with the Fabuses."

Meanwhile, Roger Fabus was awoken at 3 am in Stahlecker City in Western Sahara. He flew into a rage, smashing the windows in his hotel room, breaking the furniture, he broke both of his hands after pounding them against the wall (he breaks his hands almost monthly, or weekly, lucky for him they usually heal in about a day due to advanced medical techniques)


Roger sat down and phoned the leader of Hogsweat, "Yes, I want my brother back, now!" was all he said before he paused to wait for the reply.

"What about your brother? We don't have him. Stop whining and go back to sleep, confederate boy."

Krogan coughed up more blood as he was taken into the medical BMP.

Admiral Pulotov [South Hogsweatian] was waiting on the airstrip of the modified Warspite as the blackhawk came in, William Fabus intact.

"Quickly boys, refuel and get him over to CABI [Commonwealth Airport Bilistry Island."
Pulotov spoke in his Russianeque accent.

Half An hour Later
They were in the air again, another heavy duty syringe injected into William. It was a long flight, four hours, but definitly worth it.

Roger called the leader back, "My intelligence services, among the best in the world, have confirmed you took him. One of your own soldiers even confirmed it. Indeed we have about four dozen of your paratroopers as POWs, we may release them, or we may publicly hang and burn them, I am offering you a trade, them for my brother."

At that point, Prince Dorsal jumped in and cut off the Prime Ministers connection.
"No chance in hell you bastard. We have him, but he is safely in Hogsweat now. Theres nothing you can do. You want the ultimatum now, or later?"

Roger sighed, "We have approximately 100 space weapons pointed at you. Start talking now, you have ninety seconds to convince me not to blow you to hell. You don't get it, honor is more important than life itself, and I must save my honor and the family honor, William cannot be allowed to be paraded on the media and dishonored."

"The instant you pulled the trigger you'd be dead. You and all your allies. Theres no bargaining here. I call the shots"

Roger chuckled, "You don't get it, do you? Honor means more to me than anything. This could very well be God offering me my only chance for martyrdom, to take down world communist in one massive stroke, I don't know... What I do know is that over forty thousand nuclear missiles could be slammed against you in a few seconds. Along with our entire ALCM arsenal and the rest of the B-52s, over a hundred and fifty thousand bombs and warheads, not even counting tactical weapons and submarines. If you want Armageddon, you're going down the right path.... But what are you terms, go ahead, humor me."

"I could do worse. My terms are: Surrender all your Nuclear and Biological weapons over to us now."

Roger started to laugh and promptly hung up the phone.

Dorsal laughed, and hung up seconds before Roger did.

Roger picked the phone back up and dialed him again, "Keep your eye on our December 4th parade, you'll soon see the men marching down your streets."

All Roger could hear was extremely loud laughing.

Roger shouted, "Stop laughing and answer me! I'll destroy you, you wretched fuck!"

"No. You will NOT Destroy me. Should you invade me you will be defeated mercilessely."

Roger sighed, "Oh my poor misguided marxist friend... Don't you get it? You can't stop the rushing tide of the white movement, you're giving us more ammunition than a thousand of Mladic's speeches could ever do. By kidnapping my brother, a peaceful youth who was never let into the inner circles of father's regime, never knew of the dark secrets, as did I and my other brothers, you are doing just as we've told the people you'll do...You are butchers, madmen, murderers, rapists, if the people ask too many questions then it opens the door for you to take over. By your constant bullying, the people are willing to go along and give up all their rights and be told what to do, think, and say. For your help in this, I must thank you."

Dorsal simply stayed silent.

IC- The landings of the rest of the regiments and the SRG division never occurred. The two thousand or so soldiers that had landed at the embassy simply got back into the helicopters for the trip back to Mississippi. The forces at the palace escorted the queen to the Mississippian embassy and she was offered the chance to board a helicopter for Mississippi.

Ooc- I can go no further because Sylvia Katrina is TBD's character, it's up to her if she wants to have her go to Mississippi. I strongly suggest she "Get the hell out of Dodge" because a whole lot of angry citizens might want to string her up, and the angry citizens won't be able to get her if she's in Mississippi.

Ic- By now, all the eight odd companies of Mississippians were back inside the Mississippian embassy compound, the bodies of the dead Mississippians were also taken back into the embassy. No Mississippian soldiers were outside of the embassy when the media finally managed to show up and start asking questions.

The ambassador, Edward Stahlecker, a cousin of Paul Stahlecker, was asked, "How did the Hogsweatian forces suffer so many dead? Who killed them?" Edward smiled and said, "God must have wanted them to die, and so the elements killed them, I have no knowledge of any Mississippian military personnel taking part in any raids against their forces... Although I do know their cowardly forces admitted to rape, murder, and other crimes. We have
forty nine hogsweatian soldiers that we captured after they tried to rape white women within eyesight of the embassy! We didn't even have to leave the embassy to get them taken as prisoners, that is how efficient we are!"

They asked him, "What about William Fabus?"

He sighed, "The cowards, they kidnapped a young boy, a sovereign king of a formerly free nation... Mississippi is closing her embassy here soon, it just isn't safe now, well we likely will be closing it. It's a sad day, and rumor is the queen is pregnant, her child may have to grow up without a father, knowing what the marxists will do, who knows? My thoughts and prayers are with William Fabus and the entire Fabus family."


Ooc- Why the secrecy? Offically we don't even acknowledge the MSAAS exists. Well we may hint or mention the name, but nobody really knows much about them, other than that you don't want to go up against them. Sort of like what the West knew of Spetznatz in the 70s and 80s, not much, but enough to know they're bad news.

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Dorsal suddenly started laughing, which angered Roger even more.
"Funny isn't it? Wonder who has this whole conversation on record?"
He pressed a PLAY button, and the last two minutes or so of conversation played back, in a microphone in the background. Roger could hear his own voice talking.



Offical Statement
Does god use 5.56MM calibre bullets? I think not. Wonder what god would say if he found the blackhawks black boxes? I think he would be displeased that you blamed a battle on him.

Offical Statement
Does god use 5.56MM calibre bullets? I think not. Wonder what god would say if he found the blackhawks black boxes? I think he would be displeased that you blamed a battle on him.



Official Statement:

"Probably ninety percent of the armies of the world use 5.56mm weaponry. For all we know, this was the work of radical leftist militants."

Vladimir Markovic

William gradually came back into consciousness, a few hours later, in Hogsweat. He immediately angrily shouted, "Where am I!" Before his tone became much more worried and much less threatening, "What have you done with Sylvia? Is she well?"

Meanwhile at the Mississippian embassy in TBD, approximately ten thousand Mississippian citizens and prominent right-wingers from the Fabus regime in TBD had flooded the embassy compound with their families hoping to catch helicopters that were taking the people to waiting aircraft carriers (Approximately three Fabus carriers and two Yorktown carriers)

Edward Stahlecker was pleading with Katrina to get out as soon as possible, he looked at her with a serious stare as he said, "Excellency, you must leave now, the situation is becoming horribly unstable. There are four thousand guards here at this embassy, but we cannot guarantee your safety if you remain in this nation." He paused and sighed, "Excellency, you MUST come to Mississippi, only there can you truly be safe from any threat of leftist retribution against you. Our intelligence reports that many leftists are already hanging known party members and supporters in the outlying towns. Please, for your own sake, and the sake of William, get on the next helicopter." He smiled as he looked into her eyes, "William is alive and we will get him back, you need to keep yourself alive, go, get onto the helicopter."

People were moving up the stairs to the roof of the main building, and many more were getting on helicopters landing in the courtyard, but soon so many people would arrive that the courtyard would be crammed full and only the roofs would be open as the method of getting onboard the helicopters. The pilots were flying back and forth as fast as they could, not time to pause except to refuel.


Ooc- Think fall of Saigon.

"She is back in TBD safe and sound. You may talk to her on the phone, if you wish".
The major produced a business phone and handed it to William.

"She is back in TBD safe and sound. You may talk to her on the phone, if you wish".
The major produced a business phone and handed it to William.

OOC: I am?

Major Bumpage Reporting, Sir

Meanwhile at the Mississippian embassy in TBD, approximately ten thousand Mississippian citizens and prominent right-wingers from the Fabus regime in TBD had flooded the embassy compound with their families hoping to catch helicopters that were taking the people to waiting aircraft carriers (Approximately three Fabus carriers and two Yorktown carriers)

Edward Stahlecker was pleading with Katrina to get out as soon as possible, he looked at her with a serious stare as he said, "Excellency, you must leave now, the situation is becoming horribly unstable. There are four thousand guards here at this embassy, but we cannot guarantee your safety if you remain in this nation." He paused and sighed, "Excellency, you MUST come to Mississippi, only there can you truly be safe from any threat of leftist retribution against you. Our intelligence reports that many leftists are already hanging known party members and supporters in the outlying towns. Please, for your own sake, and the sake of William, get on the next helicopter." He smiled as he looked into her eyes, "William is alive and we will get him back, you need to keep yourself alive, go, get onto the helicopter."

People were moving up the stairs to the roof of the main building, and many more were getting on helicopters landing in the courtyard, but soon so many people would arrive that the courtyard would be crammed full and only the roofs would be open as the method of getting onboard the helicopters. The pilots were flying back and forth as fast as they could, not time to pause except to refuel.


Ooc- Think fall of Saigon.

"No. I might have a duty to William, I might have a duty to the Fabuses, I might have a duty to Mississippi, but I sure as hell have a more important duty to my people. Today has changed me. I have looked into the eyes of those who treat me as a leader, as an enemy combatant, as a friend, and as their worst enemy. I have seen death worse than I myself ever inflicted on the street. I have seen carnage. I have seen the end of so many lives in a moment. I am staying here, with my people, to carry on the regime and to carry on the duties that have been entrusted to me by the Family, the Government, and the People. There is nothing you can do to force me to go. You, on the other hand, may go. Hurry," she ended, running back down the stairs from the embassy, grabbing a set of camos and an OCIW on the way...

Ambassador Stahlecker phoned the gate and told them, "Seal it up", with that, the massive steel and concrete barrier were raised. The razor wire in place all along the walls making it impossible to scale them.


A sergeant and a squad of MSAAS slowly approached Katrina, "Excellency, please, leave the fighting to us, you must get on the helicopter before it is too late. Please, think of the future..."

Ambassador Stahlecker phoned the gate and told them, "Seal it up", with that, the massive steel and concrete barrier were raised. The razor wire in place all along the walls making it impossible to scale them.


A sergeant and a squad of MSAAS slowly approached Katrina, "Excellency, please, leave the fighting to us, you must get on the helicopter before it is too late. Please, think of the future..."

She took the Glock 17 from her pocket, cocking it and aiming toward the ground, street-style. "Don't make me come over there. I'm sure that you know that I am a higher ranking officer than all of you, and to disobey a direct order is treason. Let me go."

*poke*

She took the Glock 17 from her pocket, cocking it and aiming toward the ground, street-style. "Don't make me come over there. I'm sure that you know that I am a higher ranking officer than all of you, and to disobey a direct order is treason. Let me go."


While two of the guards made it seem as they were about to activate the gate switch, two more had snuck up behind her and they proceeded to grab her arms and pull them behind her back. Her gun fell in the process and clanged hard against the ground a few feet away, coming to a rest next to a sign reading, "Mississippian Ambassadors Office" with an arrow pointing to the right, and then under those words, "Garrison Commander" with an arrow to the left.

The two guards immediately handcuffed her and then bound her legs, one of them got kicked in the shin by her as he was doing this, he cursed while pleading with her, "Please don't make this any more difficult than it is."

Edward Stahlecker then walked up to her and started to speak, "You're not safe here, your regime is over, it's fallen apart... Roger has ordered you out, he wants you to be in Mississippi so William has something to look forward to when he gets out of Hogsweat. William doesn't want to come back to find his wife died in the streets of a city vainly trying to fight marxist rebels. Besides, fighting is our job, leave it to us, please cooperate now, well not that you have much choice in the matter. This is for your own good."

OOC- Might want to notice. THE TIME IS NOW!

http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=7187461#post7187461

Ooc- Hogsweat get on MSN, we can talk about this matter.



Secret IC-


Twelve Republican Guard Armored Corps (2 RG armored, 1 RG mechanized, and 1 SRG division in each corps) are being readied for transport to TBD to restore the Fabus regime. Roger Fabus is also readying to grant freedom to all Western Saharan slaves so the forces tied down there to suppress the rebellions can be used elsewhere. However he will not allow the freed blacks to simply merge into society as that would still leave whites outnumbered 10 to 1. The blacks will be free, but only if nations are willing to accept them in as immigrants.

Several hours before the Hogsweatians had begun arriving, the queen had been dragged kicking and screaming into a helicopter and flown to a waiting carrier. She was then placed in a two-seater MiG-41 and flown at Mach 4.2 back to Mississippi, arriving safely at Stalingrad about the same time Roger's MiG-41 arrived.

She was escorted into the mansion and Roger was in an armchair, Alice sitting in a chair next to him. Roger nodded at Katrina and smiled, "Welcome Excellency, welcome, I trust the flight was well?"

He motioned for the guards to remove her restraints and they did so, they'd already removed all weapons and other such objects from her and so it was safe to unrestrain her. The guards then sat down in chairs located somewhat behind and to the sides of her.

Roger nodded, "Please, take a seat, we have much to discuss..."

"Sure as hell we've got a lot to discuss. Why didn't you let me stay?"

Roger shook his head, "You'd be dead by now, and then my brother would be sad, I'd be sad, you'd be dead, and your unborn child would be dead..."


He smiled, "Yes, I know you are pregnant, it is true, I probably know more about you than you know about yourself... The doctors ran some tests on you when you were asleep on the plane, they drew some blood for screening to make sure you didn't have any diseases before you entered our nation... I am well informed about all things..."


He cleared his throat, "Anyway, William is being held in Hogsweat and your regime is collapsing as we speak... Well let's face it, it's collapsed already, most of your officials and party elites are fleeing your nation via our embassy. But fear not, I have already put over a million soldiers on the ground, and over thirty thousand T-98 tanks are on their way. We have over five thousand of the medium T-99 tanks on the ground already, they were airlifted in, but the T-98s are far too heavy for anything but massive cargo ships to transport them in, and that could take weeks. Anyway, back to the topic, your regime will be restored, but it may take months, we will try to keep civilian losses to a minimum, but any who side against you, we will have them hanged."


He smiled, "Is there anything I can get you? Something to eat or drink?"

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OOC: I'm pregnant?! When did this happen?!

Don't tell me.

IC:

"The safety of the Burnsian people is more important to me. I'm not hungry."

OOC: I'm pregnant?! When did this happen?!

Don't tell me.

IC:

"The safety of the Burnsian people is more important to me. I'm not hungry."


Ooc- Well you said tell you and then don't tell you... But I guess I'll just say since William and Katrina were married for over a few months now, and Mississippian men don't believe in birth control, and they do believe in sex inside of marriage, and lots of it... It was just inevitable.


Ic-

Roger shook his head, "Your people abandoned you, or else they'd be fighting for you in the streets. My people would willing blow themselves up to take my enemies with them, or jump in front of me to shield me from enemy fire. They certainly would have rushed to my estate to lift an enemy siege, what did your people do? Nothing, they abandoned you. You should consider yourself a Mississippian now, we will protect you and never abandon you."

"Would a mother abandon her child if her child did not walk in front of her to shield her from bullets?"

"Listen, I need to use the toilet. Where is it?"

Roger frowned, "Your people are not your children, they are your subjects. You fought for them, and could have been killed or wounded, they did nothing for you. Forget them!"



He sighed, "The bathroom eh? You mean I point you to one, you try to climb out the window and sneak to the airport and snatch a helicopter? Use the one in the hallway down there..." he smiled, "No windows, no vents, no nothing, just a bathroom..." He motioned where the hallway was and he nodded at two guards who started to escort her towards it.

"I swear to God, if you two try to come in with me, I will beat the living crap out of you," she said to the guards as she walked down the hall.

She turned into the bathroom, locked the door, and took out the phonechip embedded in her arm. It had been installed a few years back, a slight raising of the skin, that held a microchip.

She pressed the green button, flushed the chip down the toilet, and walked out.

In TBD...

In the High Military Command Bunker, a message flashed on the large, overhead monitor that dominated the wall in Nation Control.

<><>MESSAGE RECIEVED<><>

Ooc- You do know we jam all communications in and out of DA unless from approved persons. If she did manage to get it out, we'd detect it. Let's go with option two.



Roger was sitting there talking on the phone, "Just now, from this location? Yes, I see, thank you..."

He set the phone down and frowned at her, "Who did you contact and why?"

"Huh?" she frowned back, lowering an eyebrow.

Roger sighed, "Who were you attempting to contact?"

"Now you're starting to scare me..."

Roger sighed as he turned a nearby TV on and pressed a series of buttons on the remote, it went to footage of her in the bathroom using her phone. He folded his arms and chuckled, "Well, care to tell me now? Also the Department of Internal Security called, that is who I was talking with when you came in, they picked up the transmission... So please, tell me, I want to help you."

"You put cameras in bathrooms? That's odd. To say the least. Some people don't appreciate that. If you must know so badly, I was calling my mother. I am the Queen, but you can't just let your mother worry. It's a crime."

Roger shook his head, "Whatever, sit down, sit down we shall talk... So tell me, how do you like the idea of becoming a mother soon?"

"I'll let you know."

Roger smiled, "Did you know I am going to be a father, Alice is pregnant, and with a son." he smiled even more at the last part.

"Congratulations," she said, still eyeing him warily.

Roger nodded and smiled as Alice walked into the room and sat down on his lap, kissing him on the cheek, he kissed her back and gently rubbed her stomach, while whispering, "A boy, great news, yes?" She nodded, "Yes, great news", then she kissed him on the lips, he kissed her back, leaning into it.

Then he suddenly stopped, "Oh, we have company, yes... Alice Carrion of Seryown, now Alice Fabus." he smiled as he said the part about her now being a Fabus, "Meet Sylvia Katrina, Fabus... The wife of William."

Slightly perturbed by the two, Sylvia took Alice's hand and shook it. "Happy to meet you, Alice."

Alice smiled and nodded, shaking back in a warm and friendly fashion before sitting back down in Roger's lap. She smiled again, "It's so nice to meet a fellow monarch, tell me, I've heard your nation is having some stability issues lately, will it be resolved easily?"

Ooc- Roger doesn't always tell her everything in full detail.

"Uh, yeah, of course. I've been through these things before, no big deal." 'God,' thought Sylvia, 'he really doesn't tell her much, does he?...'

Alice smiled and nodded again, "So, where is William? Isn't he going to be coming for the family reunion in a few days? Is he finishing up some last minute business in TBD? Don't forget, you two are also invited to the December 4th parade."

Sylvia cast an odd look at Rodger. "He's... uh... not here right now."

Roger sighed, "Alice, William was taken hostage by Hogsweatian commandos, Sylvia's regime was toppled, we managed to evacuate her here to Mississippi... I should have told you earlier, I'm sorry, I just didn't want you to be under any stress with you carrying the baby and all... Sorry, forgive me."

She frowned at first, then quickly smiled, kissed him on the cheek and cheefully said, "Think nothing of it Roger, no harm done..." She then seemed sad and upset, "What will happen to William? Will he be okay?" She looked at Sylvia, "Oh my, this must be awful for you, is there anything you need or want? Just ask."

"I could really use a nap. I'd imagine that you have a couple hundred spare bedrooms? I could always sleep on the couch, I don't mind, really. And by the way, I'm pregnant too." she smiled.

Alice stood up and hugged her, "Congratulations, how long have you known? Do you know if it's a boy or girl yet? Does William know the good news yet?" Suddenly she sat back down, "Forgive me for asking many questions, you're tired, just pick a room on the third floor and claim it as your own..."

She turned and smiled at Roger, "We'll be in our room on the second floor."
Roger finished the sentence for her, but with a slight grin, "Yes, but we won't be sleeping.... We'll be..." She finished it for him, "Reading... Loudly..."


Two of the guards stood up and offered to show Katrina to one of the nicer rooms on the third floor.

"I'll talk to you later, Alice, okay?" she smiled. She liked Alice. Turning around, she looked menacingly at the two guards.

"Just tell me where to go. I can handle it."

The guards shrugged, one spoke, "Any of the rooms on the left of the staircase after the third door, they're great rooms."


Roger and Alice both simulatenously said, "Enjoy your nap." then each of them chuckled from saying the same thing at the same time.

She smiled sweetly. "Thank you. You too..." trailing off as she remembered what they were probably going to be doing.

With one final look at the guards, she marched off toward the staircase.

She got her first look at the room as she stood in the doorway, the first part was a foyer with a coat room, two chairs, and a couch, about fifty feet wide by forty feet long. There were four doors in the room, she opened the nearest, it was a bathroom, about twice the size of the room she was currently in, it had a massive marble bath at least twenty feet in diameter with gold handles to help one get in and out. She walked to each of the doors, they all opened to various rooms, a smoking room, sitting room, and then one led to the corridor where three more doors were. Each leading to another room, (Bedroom, entertainment room, living room) the bedroom was at least a hundred feet wide by fifty long, the bed was thirty feet wide by twenty long, massively large with an expensive golden frame and jewel encrusted headboard.

She lay down gently on it and looked up at the ceiling, she could hear through the vents to the floor beneath her, (Roger and Alice's main bedroom is roughly directly beneath the main 3rd floor guest room) Roger and Alice were indeed doing something 'loudly' but it was hardly reading a book... She wondered if the news might have anything about William or TBD on.

She turned on the television, realizing happily that they got BNN.

As she watched the chaos unfold, she slowly drifted off to sleep...

All foreign news channels were always filtered through the Department of Internal Security (DIS) computers before being rebroadcast to the Mississippian audiences. This allowed for them to be edited to get the desired response from the public.


The channel she turned to was showed footage of citizens in the street, one firmly said, "We are grateful to the Lord Jesus Christ that the Mississippian forces are here to save our beloved monarchy." Suddenly another shouted, "God is great! God be praised!" suddenly they all started shouting, "Hail Fabus!", "Hail Fabus!", "Hail Fabus!" and throwing their arms into the air, some wore suicide bombers vests, others had pistols. What the camera didn't show were the six MSAAS standing off to the side holding up signs with instructions while a machine gun team kept their M-240 trained on the crowd, making sure they complied.

(ooc- from what TBD has told me OOC, it seems the masses might not like the Fabus monarchy, so they need to be urged to sound supportive)

Syliva quietly remarked, "Bull," as she turned off the TV. She then rolled over and closed her eyes, slowly lowering herself into sleep.

Ooc- We should probably continue this.


Ic-

In the morning at about nine thirty, a guard walked into the room Sylvia was in and opened the blinds, chuckling as he clapped his hands, "Up, up, up, a busy day is planned for you... You need to make some broadcasts over the White Peoples Radio and Television Network calling for your citizens to oppose any anti-Mississippian regimes in TBD. You also need to condemn Hogsweat for abducting William and keeping him this long. Your clothing is already laid out for you... You'll have to use the new modesty garments of course."

(The now infamous "EF" garment was lying out on the bed, it would cover from neck to ankle, so it really didn't matter what she wore under it)

The guard walked out after she started to rise from bed, he had to wait only long enough to make sure she didn't linger in bed and fall back asleep.


He shut the door on his way out, saying as he left, "You have forty minutes to shower and get dressed..."

She began to get dressed, still a bit groggy and disoriented, and not realizing that the guard had left the room.

"What? Huh... do I have tah to this... hey... get out of my room..."

Approximately forty minutes later, the guard came back into her room, "Excellency, this way, follow me, to the radio station we shall go... Come along, have you thought about what you're going to say?" He didn't wait for her to answer, "If you haven't don't worry we figure what you'd want to say."


He hands her a paper with printing on it, her speech she is to give to her nation.

"People of TBD, as your queen I rule by divine right from God Himself, and the King William Fabus rules by divine right as well. We have been temporarily forced, due to unfortunate circumstances, to leave the nation, but fear not, we shall return to our rightful places as your sovereigns. I know how greatly you love William and myself, and there is something you can do to help your beloved monarchs. You can join the Volunteer Guard or one of various paramilitary units operating in TBD, or even just blow yourself up to take some of Craig's soldiers with you... All who die for Fabus shall have life always, for Fabus was sent to us by God, and the sons of the great Curtis Fabus are thus divinely ordained to rule over the Earth. It is true that if Craig is allowed to rule, Hogsweat will make the glorious TBD into a puppet subordinated to the jewish-mason cabal that will have no freedom and no powers except what they dictate TBD should have... Race mixing with negroes will be mandatory for all white females, thus it becomes imperative that Craig be removed before he can consolidate his hold on power. Take him out of power, even if you must sacrifice yourself to do so. Remember, to die for Fabus is to live forever, now go forth noble Burnsians, and in the tradition of your ancestors, who are with you now in spirit, secure your martyrdom. Hail Fabus! God be praised!"

"Uh... yeah... do I have to mean what I say? Really, do I have to do this at all? I really do have a conscience you know."

The guard literally pushed her along, mumbling, "Just keep moving you spoiled brat."

They got outside to a car that was waiting and the guard motioned with his head, "Get in", was all he said as he opened the door.

"What's your problem?"

The guard slapped her hard across the face, "Get moving you spoiled bitch, you're the reason why William was captured, you and your shitty forces never had a chance to hold the palace, and you never let the SRG divisions be stationed there to protect William and yourself... You're lucky to be alive."

He raised his hand to slap her again, but somebody grabbed it as he raised it. Sylvia looked as he turned around, enraged, but then shaking in his boots, "Ah... Czarina, excellency, I had no idea it was... Sorry... Forgive me."

Alice sarcastically chuckled, "If you want to slap a woman, and indeed a pregnant woman, why not hit me and see what it does for your career and indeed your status as currently alive..." She than glared at him, "If you EVER touch her again, I'll make sure you either hang or get shipped out on the first plane to southern Western Sahara..."

The guard nodded and then started walking backwards before he tripped over a log and picked himself up and darted off into the woods.


Alice smiled at Sylvia, "Are you okay? I'm sorry about that, they can be assholes sometimes, but most guards are friendly... He probably just is upset about William... As for the radio broadcast, I'm afraid you need to give that, it can't be helped. What say I come with you though to make sure you don't run into any more trouble?"

"I'll beat the crap out of that loser the next time I see his ugly face again... thanks. I really don't want my people to blow themselves up. Kind of dangerous."

Alice smiled and nodded, "Yes, I understand, but the Czar really wishes that you make that speech... Shall we go then?"

"Eh, whatever... I don't really want to lie to the people. It's blatant propeganda, you realize that?"

Alice nodded, "Yes Sylvia, I know it's basically propaganda, but you must remember, it is for the right reasons... Do you want a chance to get your throne back?"

Alice stepped into the waiting limousine, leaning out the door, "Sylvia, please get in."

"It's really hopeless. I have other commitments now."

Alice frowned, "Please just get in, Roger really wants you to make this speech... If you do, I'll try to see to it that you don't have to make any more."

"Whatever... I just don't feel like trying anymore. I'll do it," she said as she got into the limo. Suddenly, she felt a bump.

"Huh? Was that... hey... I think it's kicking!"

Alice smiled, "Really, that's wonderful. So, do you really not want to make the speech?"




Ooc- I'm still in NS month November 2004 mainly because Hadula hasn't been around to work on the Alice Roger Rp and Sharina and I never seem to have coinciding free time for Tallmadge RP. But we can say it's NS month whatever the hell works for you :) (I can handle the other RPs later as "What happened" rather than "What is happening") So if you want, say it is NS month April 2005 or something. Meaning both of the women are about 8 months pregnant then, works for me, I'm eager for my Czar's heir to be born)

OOC: Yeah... well like I said, they did the deed at least half a year ago, at the very least.

IC:

"No, but in this country, I don't have a choice."

Alice frowned, "You really don't want to make that speech do you? Do you want me to talk to Roger right now? I don't know what good it would do, he is intent on seeing the Fabus monarchy restored in TBD... Indeed he wants a Fabus regime in any nation he can get it in, but unlike his father who was willing to use violence and force, Roger prefers to use royal marriages and peaceful negotiations to extend Fabus influence to other lands... Roger is truly a better leader in all aspects than his father..." She shook her head, "But don't tell him I said that, he idolizes his father as the perfect leader."

"Thank you. The last thing I want to do is blatantly lie to my people."

Alice picked up a cellular phone from a table in the limousine and dialed Roger. Sylvia was standing right outside the open door of the limousine and could hear both parties.


Roger cheerfully asked, "Yes Alice, are you okay? What do you need?"

Alice in a very innocent tone, "Roger, Sylvia isn't feeling well, does she really need to go make that speech?"

Roger immediately replied, "Yes."

Alice shot back, "But she isn't well!"

Roger grumbled, "She is the primary reason her regime collapsed and why my brother is in a foreign dungeon somewhere in Hogsweat! She will give that speech or I will send her to General Craig for him to do with as he pleases!"

Alice gasped, "Roger, surely you don't mean that, your own sister-in-law, pregnant with your brothers child. You're too angry and upset, you need to calm down.

Roger shook his head, "No, I don't mean it, I'm sorry... You're right, I'm just upset... I need to relax, yes, well still, I want her to make the speech... After this one, she'll not have to make any others unless she wants to."

Alice smiled, "Okay, thank you for being so generous and willing to compromise."

Both of them hung up, Alice looked to Sylvia, "Well, you need to make this one, but no more after it... Sound good?"

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"No, but if it's the last one, fine."

The limousine drove to the radio station on the estate grounds and Alice and Sylvia got out. They walked inside, dozens of guards lined the halls, statues of Joseph Mladic graced the courtyard.

They finally came to the broadcasting room, Alice motioned for Sylvia to sit down and she handed her the copy of the paper. The red light came on and it was her time to speak.

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She sighed and stared sadly at the ground as she read the paper.

"People of TBD, as your queen I rule by divine right from God Himself, and the King William Fabus rules by divine right as well. We have been temporarily forced, due to unfortunate circumstances, to leave the nation, but fear not, we shall return to our rightful places as your sovereigns. I know how greatly you love William and myself, and there is something you can do to help your beloved monarchs. You can join the Volunteer Guard or one of various paramilitary units operating in TBD, or even just blow yourself up to take some of Craig's soldiers with you... All who die for Fabus shall have life always, for Fabus was sent to us by God, and the sons of the great Curtis Fabus are thus divinely ordained to rule over the Earth. It is true that if Craig is allowed to rule, Hogsweat will make the glorious TBD into a puppet subordinated to the jewish-mason cabal that will have no freedom and no powers except what they dictate TBD should have... Race mixing with negroes will be mandatory for all white females, thus it becomes imperative that Craig be removed before he can consolidate his hold on power. Take him out of power, even if you must sacrifice yourself to do so. Remember, to die for Fabus is to live forever, now go forth noble Burnsians, and in the tradition of your ancestors, who are with you now in spirit, secure your martyrdom. Hail Fabus! God be praised!"

Finishing, she glared at the sound room's glass divider, waiting for the off-air signal.

The off air signal was given and the transmittor shut-off. Alice was at the door of the broadcasting room ready to greet her as she walked out. Alice smiled, "Thank you, that wasn't so bad, was it? What say we head back now and get some lunch eh?"

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The off air signal was given and the transmittor shut-off. Alice was at the door of the broadcasting room ready to greet her as she walked out. Alice smiled, "Thank you, that wasn't so bad, was it? What say we head back now and get some lunch eh?"

"No... no thanks... I'd rather go back to the house..." she turned and walked to toward the limo, a single tear shedding from her eye.

Alice sensed she was upset, as they walked back to the limousine, Alice patted her on the back, "You did okay, don't worry... If your people do decide to rise up then the way will be open for you and William to resume power, so look on the bright side, either way, you're going to be fine..."

Alice opened the door to the limousine and waited for Sylvia to get in.

She stepped in and sensed a need for a drink.

"Do you have any vodka in here? I need a drink..."

Alice frowned, "You shouldn't drink when you're pregnant... In fact, I won't permit you to drink, Roger would become enraged if he found out that a woman pregnant with a Fabus child was drinking."



Ooc- Since William got released, let's say he is now waiting for them back at the mansion.



Suddenly the phone in limousine rang, Alice answered it, "Really? No kidding, great!"


She turned to Sylvia, "There is a surprise back at the mansion, I'm sure you'll be elated!"

"Anything's better than another radio broadcast. The only thing I'd be happy about now was if William came home..."

She covered her eyes.

"Oh, God, I wonder where he is..."

He's back... We let him go : (

William was waiting for her in the front room when she and Alice walked in. He was so excited to see her, he dropped his cigar on the floor and raced over embrace her, kissing her as he smiled, and whispered, "Oh Sylvia, you're okay... Are you well? How have you been? Is the baby coming along nicely?" He was asking questions too fast to allow time for answers, he had obviously been very nervous, anxious, and was overwhelming with excitement when he finally saw her.

Alice smiled and nodded, "I'll leave you two alone to talk..." she said as she walked on into the interior of the mansion.

She squealed, overwhelmed with joy, and rushed toward William, hugging him as hard as she could.

"Oh my God, what happened? Did they hurt you? Was it dirty? Are you okay? I'm so happy to see you! I can't believe you're alive... oh my God... I love you, William, I love you so much! Don't leave me again, please don't, please don't..."

She hopped on his lap and kissed him passionately, so glad that he was back in her arms.

He was at a loss for words, he looked into her eyes and managed to nod and say, "I love you too, Sylvia... I'm okay, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, really, but you were in that disgusting prison... what was it like?"

William shrugged, "It was..." he thought to how it was, being a guest of the leader of Hogsweat, and staying his palace, he didn't think that would get him much sympathy but honesty had always been his policy... He sighed, "Actually, I got to stay in their leader's palace, granted he had guards all over and they were ordered to shoot me, but not to kill, only to maim, if I tried to leave... But overall, it wasn't too bad..."


Ooc- Hogsweat, you never did post that stuff about him being at your leaders palace, did you? You know, the stuff we spent a nice while on... :(

"Oh, thank God. I thought that it would be like one of the military prisons in Demonic Terrorists. I'd never want to go back there," she tossed her hair back, sliding off of William's lap.

"So, do you think it will be a boy or a girl?"

It's on my PC. I can post it here, if you want. Or what we did on it.

"Oh, thank God. I thought that it would be like one of the military prisons in Demonic Terrorists. I'd never want to go back there," she tossed her hair back, sliding off of William's lap.

"So, do you think it will be a boy or a girl?"



William smiled, "I think it will be a boy... Well I hope it will. Surely they must be able to tell by now, yes?"

"Well, I haven't been to the clinic in a month."

William nodded, "Yes, well we have doctors here, you should let some of them take a look at you to make sure you're okay, and then they can use their machinery and equipment to determine that it is indeed a boy..." He smiled, "I am certain it is a boy."

"Could you set up an appointment for me?"

William nodded, "Yes, certainly..."


He gently embraced her before kissing her again, "Oh Sylvia, I'm so glad to be back here, and with you... I'm glad you made it out of TBD safely... You must be shattered over losing the monarchy? Yes? Do you think we'll get back there someday?"

She leaned into him, relying on him as her support. "We can only hope, William, we can only hope."

William smiled as he kissed her again, holding her tightly in his arms, when he finished kissing her, he whispered, "Don't worry, Sylvia, whatever happens we'll be okay... We'll always be safe here in Mississippi."

"Mmm... and I'm glad. I'm hungry, too, do you want to go out and eat?"

William shook his head, "No, I thought we could eat here, there is nowhere really worth going out to right now... I'd rather spend my time here with you anyway, the outside world can wait..."

He grinned, "Besides, I haven't seen you in over a month, I was hoping we could do some other things and then have dinner afterwards..."

She cocked her head and smiled, "Hehe... that sounds good..."

William smiled, "Shall we go to upstairs then?"

"Sure... there's a pool up there, right?"

He nodded, "Yes, there are pools located conveniently on all floors... Shall we go then?"

"Yes, of course."

William grinned as he took her hand and led her up to the third floor and where the swimming pool was. He stood at the edge of the pool and frowned, "Sylvia, you know I don't really have any swimming clothing here, it was all left in TBD."

He was currently in an officers uniform that Hogsweat had allowed a friend of his to ship to him. It was an RG Brigadier Generals Uniform. He was wearing his black boots and he had his parade holster with his Walther P-38 on. (For parade purposes, the RG carry P-38s, for combat, they carry 1911-A1s or their own personal choice)

He also had a symbol on his uniform that she didn't know what it meant, it said "The One Hundred And Eleven" and above it was a patch of a skull (death's head division style skull)

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"Mmm... maybe I'll go au natural too..."

William grinned and then started to undress, he got his jacket and undershirt off, but he struggled with his boots and ended up falling into the pool. He came back up from under the water soaking wet, he was red with embarrassment, "I meant to do that, I really did, totally planned..."

She smiled at him and shook her head. "Sure. Sure you did," she said as she quickly took off her dress and dived swiftly into the pool.

William started to swim about the pool, doing half a lap before he came back over to Sylvia, put his around her, pulled her close to him, and then kissed her.


Outside, she could hear thunder on the horizon and the sky suddenly darkened, but that was quite common in Mississippi, storms were a near daily occurrence in some months.

Slowly pulling away from William, she said, "It's raining, we should go inside." She giggled and walked backwards toward the steps.

He shook his head and whistled the first verse from dixie, suddenly a retractable roof rolled out over the balcony, and the sides fell down to the concrete edges of the balcony. They were now for all intents and purposes, indoors... He chuckled, "Want to swim a while longer then?"

"Well if you really want to swim this much... maybe you'd like to come and get me instead," she giggled some more, putting her finger in her mouth and smiling.

William pulled himself out of the pool and smiled, "Sounds like a plan to me... Do you get a head start or shall I just chase you down right now? He grinned...

"Oh, I can beat you easily! GO!" she shouted suddenly, sliding quickly under the water, swimming fast away from William.

William jumped back into the pool and quickly swam after her, he was a much swifter swimer from his RG Combat Diving training (he was a member of an RG Combat Diver Commando Unit attached to the RG Cavalry Brigade he later became commander of)

After he swam up right next to her, he gently grabbed hold of her and chuckled, "Gotcha..." as he grinned before saying, "Well now what? I've caught you, so what next?"

"This..." she said, kissing him gently on the lips, moving down under the water.

William smiled as he kissed her back and then shrugged as she moved under the water, he chuckled, "What are you up to, Sylvia?"

bump for TBD reply

OOC: For the sake of the children, lets advance this 20 minutes later... :) You start.

William smiled as he stepped out of pool, with Sylvia close behind him. He chuckled, "Well, what a unique activity to make the pool even better eh? And I thought that all one could do in a pool was splash, swim laps, or throw others in... My was I wrong..."

"You can't be right about everything, dear... but there's a lot you are. Like the right spot to-" she snuck up behind him and tickled his sides, waiting for the corresponding uproar of laughter...

He started to laugh so hard he thought he'd not be able to breathe, she had his arms pinned though, he started laughing, "Okay.. Hhehehehe, hahahaha, I surrender, stop, hehehehe, ahhahahaha."

She smiled and stepped back, but then her face darkened. "I don't know if we should be fooling around like this, with the baby and all... and I should see a doctor about the baby's sex. I hope its a boy."

William chuckled, "Ah don't worry, my dad always said he had fun with my mom when she was pregnant, and there were no complications, all the Fabuses turned out fine."

"Alright, so I guess we should get a doctor. Where is the clinic on this estate?"

William smiled, "I can have the doctors come here, or I can take you to the SRG Military Hospital, a few miles down the road, still on the estate of course."

"The last place I want to go right now is a military hospital. When can you set this up?"

William shrugged, "We can leave right now, the SRG Military Hospital's top priority is to provide care to the Fabus family, they're the best doctors in the nation..."

"Sure. Let's leave now."

William smiled and nodded, "Okay, let's go right now then, off we go..." he said as he gently picked her up into his arms and cradled her as he walked out the door.

She giggled as he supported her weight and the weight of the baby's, amazed at how strong he was. "Hehe... put us down before you hurt yourself..."

William smiled, "In the Republican Guard, I have to carry a one-hundred and fifty pound pack, in addition to my rifle. I'm fine... Trust me..." He gently kissed her and continued to carry her to the garage where he softly set her down inside the back before he walked aroud and got in the drivers seat.


He adjusted the rear view mirror so he could see her, he smiled, "Ready to go? We'll be there in a few minutes, don't worry."

"Okay, good..." she shifted to a slouching position and rubbed her stomach.

William smiled and then promptly drove to the SRG hospital.

A short while later, with William pacing around in the lobby of the hospital, the doctor told Sylvia, who was in the examination room, "You're going to have a boy, you should be due in a few weeks... We could have told you the gender months ago, didn't you think to ask then?"

"Do you know who I am...? I was the one firing my Rosetta-B 1211 at the Hogsweatians who were attacking the Burnsian Palace... a few months ago. But thank you for telling me. Please get me to William, I want to tell him the good news."

The doctor apologized, "Sorry ma'am, I didn't know... Anyway, follow me, I'll take you to him.."

The doctor led her to the room William was in and then promptly left.

William looked at her, smiling, "Sylvia, are you okay? Did you find anything out?"

She smilied and walked over toward him. Motioning for William to bend down to her mouth, she whispered into his ear,

"It's a boy."

She pulled back from his cheek and smiled.

William was elated, "A boy, really? Yes? Wonderful." He smiled as he gently kissed her and then he asked, "And how is the mother doing?"


Suddenly somebody came walking in the room, an SRG officer, he snapped to attention and saluted, William excused himself and walked over to speak with the man for a moment, "Yes, what is it?"

The man quickly whispered, "You have been selected to be the governor-general of South Africa, you and your wife should make plans to move there shortly, the Czar will fill you in with more details later."


The man then turned and left.

William walked back over to Sylvia, "Dear, we need to talk... How would you feel about moving to South Africa?"

Sylvia blinked.

"Umm... isn't that the country where slavery is legal and white people are kidnapped and sold?"

He shook his head, "No, of course not, of course South Africa was hell for Whites from 1994 to just a while ago, the so-called democracy and rainbow nation, in reality there were over 50,000 murders per year, with whites, just 13% of the population being 45% of murder victims... Anyway, the farm murders and such ended when we took over, it's perfectly safe, the cities are to be slated once again, it's basically a new apartheid. As for Namibia, they're going to run it as Germany ran it when it was German South-West Africa. Lesotho will also be ours, we'll make it a sort of homeland for various black tribes."


William smiled, "Don't worry, I wouldn't ask you to move anywhere I didn't think it was safe. Okay?"

"I know that, William, but some of your... superiors... might order us there. Anyway, it sounds nice there, I expect we'll be flying? This is a vacation, right? Because you never told me why we're going there..."

He smiled nervously, "Well the thing is I've been assigned there as governor-general, so we'd be moving there, permanently..."

William quickly added, "It's a great country, Paul Stahlecker spent the first sixteen or seventeen years of his youth there, Franz Von Schacht was born and raised there, Baldur Von Schacht was born there, but moved to Mississippi shortly after. It's a great place, you'll love it."

"Governer-general? But... oh well. Don't you think it will be hard managing The Burnsian Desert and South Africa?"

William sighed, "We might have to accept that we might never get to reclaim our rightful positions in TBD, so I think we should just concentrate on South Africa and raising our family in peace, yes?"


He smiled at her as he placed a hand on her stomach and then gently pressed his lips against hers. Then he asked, "What do you say, sounds good, eh?"

"Yes... that sounds very good."

William smiled, "Great... We can leave... Well do you mind if we leave tomorrow or at least before the week is out?"

"We can't leave tomorrow, I have to get packed. Well, actually, I can get that done now. Sure, if you can get tickets by tomorrow, we'll leave."

William had to stifle a laugh, "Tickets? Dear, you know we're going in my private jet, and the servants will pack for you, that's what they're paid for... You're pregnant, stay off your feet and relax, let them handle it, okay?"

"Erm... right. I knew that. I have to get used to this resting thing. I was raised to do things for myself. Well, if the servants will pack, we can go whenever."

William nodded and sat down, patting his lap, "Here, you just sit here with me and the servants will handle everything..."

He then waved his hand at the servant and they promptly went to work packing.

"Hehe... of course."

William kissed her and then smiled, "You're soon to be a mother, will you be happy being called mom from now on?"

"Aw, that's so cute... sure. I've never been a mom before you know," she turned and kissed him on the forehead.

William smiled, "And I'll be a father, it'll be great, won't it?"

"Hmm... Daddy," she giggled.

William smiled, "Yes, it sounds great..."


The servants came down, "Sir, we're nearly finished, would you like to get to your plane and then we'll bring the luggage when we're finished?"

William nodded, "Yeah, sounds like a good idea."


He looked to Sylvia, "What do you say? Shall we get to the airport, the jet should be ready by now..."

"Sure. Let's go, I'm anxious to see our house. Or houses."

William lifted her up into his arms and carried her out to a waiting car, which took them to the airport. As they were getting out of the car at the airport and waiting in line to get inside, a man, about 6 foot 7 inches tall, much taller and larger than William, was smoking a cigar.


William frowned, but then smiled and politely said, "Sir, would you mind putting that out, please, my wife is pregnant and it's upsetting her..."


The man grinned, took a deep drag and then blew a large cloud of smoke right into Sylvia's face... William immediately whipped out a switchblade knife, pressed the button to pop out the blade, and jammed it into the side of the man's neck, the man fell over kicking and screaming, blood gushing out the side of his neck, William had made sure not to stab him in any major artery or vein, he didn't want to kill the man, just teach him a lesson...


He then started kicking the man, punching him a few times in the head before he spat in his face and then spitting once more on his chest, "That'll teach you, you fucking bastard, I hope you're happy now, next time pick on somebody your own size, eh?"


The man was in too much pain to reply, some police came by, realized it was William Fabus who had stabbed the man, and then they just proceeded to carry the bleeding man to an ambulance, tipping their hats to William and Sylvia as they left.


William smiled at Sylvia, "Some people just have such awful manners, eh?"

Katrina blinked again, just a slight bit surprised at what had happened, but she WAS the wife of an important governer. That man had no idea.

"Yes, I agree. I always hated cigars, thats why I didn't like it when you smoked around me."

William smiled, "Yes, I know, that's why I don't smoke around you anymore." He then gave her a quick kiss, "Come on, let's get out of here, lines are for suckers."


He tapped his bodyguard on the shoulder and the man fired his AKS-74U into the air and shouted, "Fabus coming through!" The people quickly moved out of the way for William and Sylvia, William shook a few hands and wrote a few quick autographs.

Katrina laughed out loud when the man started firing. It was just so exhilirating to have this kind of power with people. And they liked it! She waved a bit and then walked next to William as they kept moving toward his private hanger.

As they were walking through the crowds, one of the SRG walking alongside William noticed somebody looked out of place. He started to move towards the man, who promptly raised a pistol towards Sylvia, shouting, "Justice for Burnsians, death to tyrants."

As the man was shouting, William, without hesitation, leapt in front of Sylvia and pushed her out of the way, he suddenly went flying backwards, knocked off his feet and being propelled through the air as a round tore into his stomach.

The shooter had only gotten one round off before the SRG had rushed him, knocking him down, citizens nearby training their own rifles on him, the SRG shouting, "Don't kill him, we need answers!"

One of the nearby SRG men, had thrown open a briefcase and removed his MP-5N, another had whipped an MP-5K out from under his jacket, they were shouting, "Everybody clear out, of here... Get out, make way."


William was holding his stomach, groaning a bit, he struggled to stand, he then collapsed over as an SRG doctor and medic came towards him as two other guards were bringing a stretcher. He looked down at the wound, it was a pretty serious wound, it was a 50 caliber desert eagle that had been fired at him by a Burnsian anti-Fabus marxist jew.


The man was being carried away, as he was shouting, "Fabuses are oppressors, they destroyed Israel in 1990, and those of us still alive shall destroy them. Death to the Fabus family, death to Mississippi! Death to the tyrants of the Mississippian Federation!"

His shouting was abruptly ended when an SRG guard smashed a fist against the man's head, knocking him unconscious.

William shook his head as he was raised onto the stretcher, "No, no hospital, I have to get to South Africa as soon as possible, my brother is counting on me... I can get to a hospital once we get there..."

The doctor shook his head, "Come on, sir, please don't be difficult, you need a hospital right now..."

The doctor whispered to Sylvia, "Tell him to agree to be taken to a hospital, right away, he won't last long with a wound like that unless we take care of it immediately, which we can easily do... But only at a hospital."

Sylvia nodded. If she didn't love her child or William, she wouldn't have done it. She bent down low to William's ear and whispered, "William, get your rear to that hospital right now. I will not stand for you to die. Go, I'll be there for you."

OOC: I'd prefer not to have my citizens called marxist Jews, we hate communism.

Ooc- Sorry, didn't know that. We consider Craig, indeed we consider any anti-Fabuses, to basically be marxists, and more often than not jews or "closet jews". Whether or not that is the case, well we report it as such. :D


Ic-

William weakly nodded, "Okay, I'll go... I'll see you there, stay safe... Here, take this."

He handed her a Walther PPK pistol, caliber 380, silver with engraving on it, it read "2nd Lieutenant William Fabus. Republican Guard Cavalry 1st Brigade. May 12th, 2001." (the date of his commissioning as a 2nd lieutenant)

He smiled, "Hold that pistol, keep it close, okay..."

He then collapsed back onto the stretcher and the guards carried him out to an ambulance.

One of the guard still inside quickly asked her, "Do you want to ride in the ambulance with him or shall we drive you to the hospital?"

"What do you think? Of course I'm going to ride with him. Let's get him to the hospital."

The guard nodded, "Okay, come quickly."

He then escorted her to the ambulance.

"Hurry, will you? Drive as fast as you can," said Sylvia as she hopped into a jumpseat in the ambulance.

The driver floored it and pulled out of the airport parking lot, immediately getting caught in traffic... He glanced over at the deserted sidewalk, "Ma'am.... Should I?" he asked Sylvia.

"What do you think? He's the Governor of South Africa! GO!"

The driver pulled up on the sidewalk and floored it, making it to the hospital in three minutes.

They rushed William into the operating room and began what would prove to be six hours of tiresome and complicated surgery.

When they were done, the chief surgeon came out, smiling and said to Sylvia, "William is doing fine, he is in a private recovery room, 101, you may go see him if you wish."

"Oh, thank God..." whispered Sylvia as she went as fast as she could to get to the room. Opening the door abruptly, she laid her head on William's chest, and asked, "Are you awake, William?"

William slowly opened his eyes, "Sylvia my love, is that you there? Thank you for being here with me... Are you okay? You weren't hit by that madman, were you?"

"Yes, it's me, darling... I'm fine, really, but you took a bit of a shot there... but the doctors say you'll be alright. Maybe we should postpone our move for a bit, until you get better. It's for the good of the baby..."

William shook his head, "No, I think a change of scene could do us both some good... Anyway, I wonder how that man managed to get at the airport, odd... We recognize all racial jews on sight, he must have been a white convert to judaism, very odd. But anyway, I'm just glad you're okay."

He smiled, "If you really want, we can wait a few days or maybe even a few weeks, but not too long, okay?"

"When you feel strong enough, we'll go. And," she smiled, "I'll be the judge of how strong you are."

William smiled, "You're the judge eh? Somehow I think you'll have me in bed for months on end..."

"That's a very good possibility," she said, and tenderly lifted his head into his arms, being careful not to agitate his wound.

William smiled, "So, how do plan to make sure I stay off my feet?"

"First of all, you've got a gunshot wound, and second," she swung her leg over him, "I'm gunna keep you down," she smiled, and leaned forward on him...