'Republic' of Sinear flexes it's muscles [Archive]

Farmina

05-10-2004, 13:34

The High Priest of Farmina has issued the following proclaimation:

"In the name of God, I speak to all people.

A free nation like Sinear has the right to test its weapons whatever way it feels compelled to; but even more great, God has told me that these killings were justified.

These acts were commited against those who threaten the fabric of moral society.

The first attack was on a city of criminals; murderers, thieves and rapists; they brought it upon themselves.

God has shown me that the second attack didn't fall on 'innocent' farming villages, but villages of Satanic worshippers who were trying to summon a great demon. Such a demon would have destroyed the entire world, and for their valient actions we thank Sinear.

The third attack; on a city of a neighbouring republic was also warrented. The attack was first: a clear warning to its neighbours not to attack, and secondly; the people of this village were the enemies of god and therefore their deaths are welcomed by the people of Farmina.

Despite the condemnation Sinear has recieved, this is a valient nation that is defending morals and fighting crime with every weapon at its disposal. We of Farmina salutes Sinear and hopes the rest of the world will join it."
--End of Transmission--

Drum Gods

05-10-2004, 13:37

Drum Gods

05-10-2004, 13:56

The Legions have left Drum Gods waters but are near their final destination before they arrive we will give you this opportunity:

"Surrender now. Drop all defences and weapons and allow us to take your land and people then the bloodshed that would otherwise occur would be avoided."

Busselvania

05-10-2004, 14:33

Offical Message from Busselvanian government
The Socalistic States of Busselvania finds your acts of Genocide revolting

Surrender now or face the might of the Busselvanian Army.

We are ready to send 250,000 Troops into the region for your Cruel acts to your own people

or you may give us troubled citizens so they can be re-educated as cheap Busselvanian Prisoner labor

We demand your Response within the next day

Drum Gods

05-10-2004, 14:48

Radio communications to BattleTech HQ:

"General.....response failure from sinear........prepared to launch attack.........imminent strikes appropriate............should we..............wait for orders...............or proceed....now."

The General paced around the room he had just overseen the successful annexation of Neoma. He knew he could cement his history and gain great favour with the Emperor at this precise moment. This would be the fastest annexation of two lands in the history of the Empire.

"Miranda reply with the following orders," barked the General across the room,"Fire with initial strikes then await a response."

Within moments helicopters filming the Beta legions spotted what they could only assuming were Tomahawk missiles being launched. In fact 45 Tomahawk missiles had just been launched at military barracks, anti-aircraft sites, power plants and municipal facillities such water and sewage treatment plants.

Sinear

05-10-2004, 22:18

'President' Kalantar looks out his window as he sees very distant explosions, from the top floor of a massive sky scraper. Kalantar walked over to a small control panel with liquid crystal display. He tapped on an option for 'Loud speakers', then the option 'Nation wide'. Kalantar sat down at his massive oak desk, and leaned in towards a microphone built into to the desk.

"My people, as you may have noticed, a foreign enemy has made the first strike against us. They have killed numerous civilians, and soldiers of our mighty military. They threaten our land, our way of life. They threaten the freedoms, the rights, and the laws of this great nation. Most of all, they threaten me, the one who set up anti smokign laws to keep us all healthy. The one who banned drug use in public to keep unecesarry violence and unhealthy smoke from our streets. I have dealt witht he criminals, making us one of the countries with the lowest amount of crime, and now my people, I ask for help from you in return. -Should- the enemy march into our towns, our cities, our homes, I ask, that you rise up, defend your land! Repel these invaders, freedom, or death!" Kalantar finished his bellowing speech.

He turned around and looked down at the streets. The crowd was in an uproar, cheers, whistles, and some small arms fire from pistols. They all shouted "Freedom or death!" in unison over and over. Kalantar smirked as he saw the frenzy. "So easy to manipulate the minds of 10's of millions of people with continuous loud speakers and some rights." Kalantar thought outloud.

He turned back around and optioned for his Commander of the SAF(Sinearian Air Force). "John, prepare the fighters, fuel them, arm them, and set them flying, but dont go out of our borders, just patrol the skies" Kalantar said calmy into the speaker. Kalantar turned away, not expecting a reply, but knwing the general would do as he said.

Planes being launched: Notice: My country specailizes in airforce so, gonna be alot. The airforce has power over all plans, even naval, as we do not have a navy.

150 F-14 Tomcats
400 F-18 Hornets
50 F-22's
100 A-10 Thunderbolts
300 F-16's

All planes on patrol, but not all airforce is in the air.

Sinear

06-10-2004, 01:42

Kalantar watches on, as the city below him arms themselves. Small arms, and even a anti tank weapon. Kalantar didnt care how they got those weapons, just how they would use them, against the foriegn invaders.

"I am ready for you..."

Nowhere Place

06-10-2004, 01:52

The Democratic Republic of Nowhere Place will not simply stand here and watch these disgusting actions take place. Therefore, we declare war on the 'Republic' of Sinear as well. However, we will leave the country to the Drum God Empire once all is said and done. We cannot afford to colonize it at the current time. We hope to maintain at least a peaceful relationship with the Drum God Empire, if not work together.

- Foreign Minister Mark Dulane, on behalf of President John Dunn
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-Nowhere Place mobilized forces, at the edge of the country-

General Cobane gave his XO, Miles, a hard stare.

"So, what do we have at our disposal?"

"Sir! We have 1,500,000 personnel attached to this task force, not counting the ship personnel. 600,000 of those are the supply corps. 5,600 are Air Force and Mobile Assualt Force personnel. The rest are our infantry and armor people. More will be availabale later, and once the situation in Octopolis clears up."

"How are our casualties there?"

"Amazingly light, sir. There hasn't been much heavy fighting involving our forces."

"Ah. I see. Now, what specific aircraft do have?"

"Sir, these are our current aerial combat units assigned to this task force:

65 FF-6 TIN Cods (More than a match for any aircraft they might have, sir.)
180 F-18C (or D) Hornets
60 B1b Lancer Bombers
Those numbers are the only units available as of now, sir, but"

"Anti-Aircraft?"

"Various Hawk and Patriot SAM batteries, sir."

"Good. Now about the Mobile Assualt Force. What unit types?"

"Well, sir, due to the limited deployment of our new MS-05Bs, we have none on board. However, the supply corps does have some interesting units straight from testing. They're not fully tested, mind you, but they're at least acceptable, or so say the 'mechmen'."

"Well, you could at least tell me what they are."

"Yes sir. 12 RX-75, sir. They're experimental artillery units. They say they're pretty effective against fighter craft as well."

"Excellent! Just the kind of thing we need. Miles, get on the horn and requisition some more of their type. Hell, tell them to send us all but one!"

"But they're exper-"
"Do as you're told, dammit!"
"Yes sir!"

Anagonia

06-10-2004, 02:00

Five B-1B Lancer's made their way near Sinear Territorial Boundries, flying as high as possible to keep out of range of any Land-to-Air missile, and being escorted by a squadron of Su-27 Flanker's and four F-22 Raptor's on the edges of the Formation. This was to be a bombing run to ensure a good chance for an Invasion Force that was currently en-route to Sinear.

One of these B-1B Lancer's carried a Hydrogen Bomb in its cargo bay, given the direct order to destroy the Major Capitol City if things were to....get out of hand.

For now, however, they were taking their time. No hurry for now, no hurry to even have an excuse to drop such a destructive weapon. But with what was seen on the broadcast, and Satellite imagery, it just might be needed.

SPYDUDES

06-10-2004, 02:01

Somewhere in the Spydudian mountains.
"Sir, have you seen this?"

"Yes." replied commander Wex Vexlar while looking at satellite reconisance of Talusia.

"What should we do sir?"

"I don't know, I, just, don't know." replied Wex

Meanwhile in Spygrad the capitol of the F.S.D
"This is an outrage!" shouted president Slick P. Young

"Well, sir there is nothing we can do." replied supreme genral of all of Spydudes' armed forces Giordino Frashetta

"Can't we send troops in or something?" asked Slick

"No sir, our rescources are stretched enough with the war with Dougomania."

"Dang, what about our satellites?"

"Half of them got blown away in the Skeezlnia CoreWorlds war." "While the other half are watching Dougomanian forces."

President Slick didn't want to go to this option but... "Alright how about the COONS." (COONS Spydudes' elite soldiers well trained. Only used for governmet sponsored terrorist attacks on other countries.)

"But sir what if Sinear knows it was us."

"That is just a risk we'll have to take."............

Taka

06-10-2004, 02:10

War had raged on the little marble below for years. . . Malkavia had long since lost count of how long he had been immobile above it. This one was strange. . . attacks against the nation by the nation. . . and anouther mobilizing for war against it, not for rightious means, but for imperialistic gains. He focused his attention on it, sending data back to Arbiter command. Silent in the belly of the beast, row upon row of silently frozen marines waited battle, locked in cryostasis for the past thirty years. Orphans and criminals all, they were part of Taka's Ghost Legion. . . those eternal soldiers who fought the wars of thier masters while awake, and dreamed of the oceans of blood they had spilled by night. Bots scattered as lights activated in the hull, like cockroaches they scurried to life, maintaining and checking row upon row of weapons and vehicles, virtualy untouched by times passage in the airless docking bays.

Sinear

06-10-2004, 02:17

A squadron of 10 F-14E's and 5 F-22's flew close to each other. The squadron commander tapped into the squadron's radio frequency.

"I uh... Have somthing on radar, about to enter our airspace. Contacting HQ for further instruction." Said the pilot, without a hint of nervousness or worry. 'HQ... We have several unknowns entering our airspace, orders?"

The radio fizzed and then came to live "HQ here, intercept and destroy"

"Roger HQ, reaper squadron moving to intercept"

The 15 plans flew in formation towards the unknowns at full speed. About an hour past by before they were in long range missle range.

"Alright boys, lock on and fire on my command" All the pilots locked onto the various planes with phoenix missles and Am-RAM long range missles. "We all set?" "Yessir" boomed the radio.

"FIRE!"

Poofs of smoke, and trails of haze filled the air infront of the squadron as the missles raced to thoier targets.

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Meanwhile, troops massed into the major cities of Sinear. The weak armor force of mostly BMPs gathered in the streets, ready for combat.

The brainwashed citizens of Sinear were ready, weapons in hand, for invasion.

SPYDUDES

06-10-2004, 02:26

[QUOTE=Sinear]A squadron of 10 F-14E's and 5 F-22's flew close to each other. The squadron commander tapped into the squadron's radio frequency.

"I uh... Have somthing on radar, about to enter our airspace. Contacting HQ for further instruction." Said the pilot, without a hint of nervousness or worry. 'HQ... We have several unknowns entering our airspace, orders?"

The radio fizzed and then came to live "HQ here, intercept and destroy"

"Roger HQ, reaper squadron moving to intercept"

The 15 plans flew in formation towards the unknowns at full speed. About an hour past by before they were in long range missle range.

"Alright boys, lock on and fire on my command" All the pilots locked onto the various planes with phoenix missles and Am-RAM long range missles. "We all set?" "Yessir" boomed the radio.

"FIRE!"

Poofs of smoke, and trails of haze filled the air infront of the squadron as the missles raced to thoier targets.[QUOTE=Sinear]

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Thanks to other countries invading Sinear the COONS were able to fly into Sinear while Sinearian aircraft engaged the other countries.The COONS landed in an open field about a mile away form Sinear's capitol city.The COONS consisted of 5 squads each squad had 10 men.Squad A set a satellite uplink to Spygrad while squad B-E secured the perimeter.Operation
"NO NAPALM" had begun.

Sinear

06-10-2004, 02:44

Kalantar looked out the window, still happy to see nearly every citizen had taken up arms to defend Sinear.

Kalantar looked back at a wall, and stared at for a long while, then looked back down at the streets.

Phalanix

06-10-2004, 02:47

OCC:Heh jsut had to say this but you're SO screwed Sinear.
IC: The Angels Wrath battle group will stand by outside of Sinear's waters watching the fighting. Any moves made against them will result in you're down fall.

Anagonia

06-10-2004, 02:48

"Hasit!," started a Su-27 Flanker pilot, "Enemy aircraft, missiles fired!"

"Roger," responded the Wing Leader in a F-22 Raptor, "Were on'em" The F-22's then left the formation with weapons armed, locking onto their targets as they approached.

"Ast'Ka, going after missiles." Most of the Su-27 Flankers left the formation and headed to take out, if possible, the missiles. The two remaining fired immedietly two AA-11 (Archer) air-to-air missiles at the F-14 Tomcats in the air.

The Bombers themselves, on the other hand, had accomplished a secondary mission objective: Draw Enemy Air Fire

The Island of Rose

06-10-2004, 02:51

((OOC: Sinear, since I'm too lazy to do a fancy post, can you pretend seeing the following?:
1 Nimitz Class Carriers (Carries 85 Aircraft)
5 United States Class Carriers (Carries 50 Aircraft)
2 Iowa Class Battleships
3 Los Angeles Class Submarines
2 Arleigh Burke Guided Missile AEGIS Destroyers
2 Kilauea Class Ammunition Ships
1 Kaiser Class Oiler Ship
2 Safeguard Class Rescue and Salvage Ships
1 Mercy Class Hospital Ships
7 Chicago Class Escort Ships

It'd be appreciated too. There's also a Division of 80,000 Men in that fleet.))

Sinear

06-10-2004, 02:56

"Radar lock! Radar lock! Missles fired!" yelled a F-22 Pilot

"Break, scatter, chaff the missles, evade evade." With the upmost calmness, the commander said.

All the planes broke formation, swerving and trying to evade. The missles drew closer. When the missles were in half a mile, all the plans released there chaff, an array of metal and flares burst from all the planes. Unfortunatly, two Tomcats were hit, the pilots died almost instantly.

"Return to formation, Tomcats, reform on me, engage the Flankers and Raptors, Raptors, engage the bombers, bring them down"

Missles locked again, and fired again, the now 8 Tomcats fured one missles each at 5 flankers and 3 rapotors, the Raptors fired one missles each at the bombers.

OOC: I know im screwed, but Im working up some plans.

Nowhere Place

06-10-2004, 02:58

-Outside Sinearan town-

The RX-75's 120mm Cannons barked, the other few artillery units firing after it in tandem. The soldiers had to cup their ears to clamp out the amazingly loud noise. In the distance, there seemed to be a double echo from the Cannons, but those were simply the hits being scored. There was no real target, except for the town itself. The Supply Corps' convoy was following the advance force, and came upon the strange sight.

The supply commander got out of his truck and walked up to a random soldier, inquisitive.

"What's going on here?"

The soldier spit out a wad of tobacco before answering. "Took fire from the town. From civilians, mostly. Hell, some of them even had home-made clubs. Like zombies. Out of their right minds, I'd say. So, the higher-ups decided to move around and smash it to rubble to prevent anything from happening to you guys. In fact, the order came down from Cobane himself."

"Kind of brutal..."

"Yeah, but if we'd left them intact, the whole population woulda gone after us. I'm serious, man. It was eerie..."

Both men sat in silence for a while, listening to the roars of the background.

Sinear

06-10-2004, 03:00

Kalantar looked at all the incoming intel on the numerous enemies waiting outside the Sinearian border.

"This is attracting way more attention than I thought" Kalantar mumbled softly.

He tapped hsi desk screeen again and typed a message, to be put out on all channels, it read 'Republic of Sinear under attack, numerous enemies, need assistance, please aid' Kalantar tapped the send button, and sat down slowly in his big leather chair, and stared at the same wall he was staring at earlier.

Anagonia

06-10-2004, 03:09

"It seems their lively, let's take'em down."

Each of the four F-22 Raptor's had locked on to a good amount of enemy fighters. Since they had four AIM-120C Advanced Medium-Range Air-to-Air Missiles (AMRAAM) stored in their bays, the last thing they were was worried.

The Flanker pilots, however, were a different story. Calm was the only thing that could be described to them during this period, and how they avoided the missiles was another thing altogether. Only two Flankers were hit, both pilots killed instantly because of good hits, however the rest of the Su-27's chaffed in time to avoid the shots.

For the Bombers, they were over their designated location and opened their bay doors to begin dropping their bombs. One was hit by a missiles as it nearly completed the drop, bombs exploding to slam into another B-1B. Yet, even as the entire squadron seemed to explode after a good amount of bombs dropped, one B-1B remained behind, and intacted. It was the B-1B with the Hydrogen Bomb, protected by two Su-27's.

The F-22 Raptors, at this point, had avoided the missiles with style as chaff was placed where they were. One expection was one Pilot whom had to eject, other than that he managed to fire two locked missiles at random targets, the rest fired all their Air-To-Air missiles at locked targets as well.

Anagonia

06-10-2004, 03:16

OOC:

g2g for tonight

Nowhere Place

06-10-2004, 03:52

Cobane was furious.

"What d'ya mean it'll take 2 weeks for them to get here!"

Miles flinched.

"There's still some problems with the newer batch, sir. Their computers still have a few bugs that need to be-"

"We can work them out, dammit!"

Cobane cooled down visibly.

"I'm sorry. The fact that this war just began and that it's almost already over is ridiculous. We've smashed three towns, haven't even gotten to a major city. The human part of me hates killing, especially these civilians (no matter how hostile they may be) but the General part of me secretly hopes that the Sinearans have something more formidable than this. Their little tricks so far, with those mind-dead citizens of theirs, have barely scratched our advance. Tell the supply guys that we understand, and will continue to wait."

Sinear

06-10-2004, 04:20

Kalantar had dozed off in his chair, but was awoken by a loud buzz. Kalantar startled up and answered, "What?".

"Sir, so far the ground forces refuse to come very close to us, I suggest we take them out with close air support" the officer said nervously.

"Why you asking me?! your the military professional here, do what is needed..."

"yessir"

The officer jumped up from his desk and ran out to the airfiled. There were 4 A-10 thunderbolts ready on the runway, fullyloaded with hellfire missles and the infamous avenger gattling gun. The officer put a hand up in the air and waved it forward. Without a second thought the close airsupport plans took off down the runway.

Immediatly after getting airborne, the formed up and headed straight towards the artilliary, a half an hour flight.

The artillery got into range, the pilots locked on with hellfire missles, and aimed thier gattling guns. "Fire!" shouted a pilot, the planes opened up. From each plane, 4 missles came rocketing out towards thier targets. The avenger gattling gun fired, what seemed like a continues smooth fire of 2 inch diameter bulletes rained towards thier targets.

Nowhere Place

06-10-2004, 05:04

"General, incoming enemy aircraft!"

"What!!? How combat ready are we?"

"Most of the SAM batteries are operational, sir. The second FF-6 Squadron is in the air, and we can get the Guntanks maxed out whenever we need 'em."

"Then get your ass in gear!"
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-Advance Forces, Artillery-

"Here they come... Fire! Knock 'em out of the sky!"

A few of the SAM missiles roared to life and lanced towards the distant fighters.

The Hellfires struck home, blasting apart most of the artillery and SAM batteries. The Gatling rounds ripped through troops and light armor like paper. One of the RX-75 Guntanks was hit with two of the missiles, and the susequent explosion leveled even more batteries.

However, the remaining 2 RX-75s stuck back, blasting away with their "arm-mounted" Machine Guns, and even the occasional blast from their 120mm Cannons. A few more SAMs launched from the remaining batteries.

In the distance, 10 FF-6 TIN Cods and F-18 Hornets raced to engage the enemy air units, but were under strict orders not to follow them.

Various units from the main force were immediately being brought up to enforce the advance against further attack.

Taka

06-10-2004, 05:40

Malkavia stired as the reply came, still the pre-recorded dialoge that he had recieved for decades. He wondered briefly if he should send to High Takian Command but thought against it. He once again shut down non-essential power, growing irritated as the conflict heated. It would be one sided, victory would come to the opposing forces soon. . . unless.

Initiate Rite of War He said aloud, a metalic voice filling the ancient bridge. It has been years since he had spoken, his own words feeling very alien to him.

Article seven, one, nine, part B, 名誉を支え、帝国を拡大するため、私は戦争の儀式を実施する。私の自身の議会として機能する、そして私の目上の人が付いている接触から離れて、私は武力の行使を"承認する He paused for a moment, switching mentaly from the ancient Takian to modern

For the honor of our nation, we rise from the ashes of slumber the AS system stired to life, his second half resurecting from a long suspended period.

Rite of War intalized it said quietly, remote sensors activating and giving Malkavia visual sight for the first time in decades. His mechanical "eye" first glanced over his pod, his withered form still floating in comatose stasis as his mind fired through the nueral network of the starship. It had been too long, and now he would have a chance to lead battle once more from orbit.

Lights appeared in the stasis tubes of the marines, cryogenic fluids draining as the thawing process begun anew. Only one set of the caskets remained dark, the three Berzerkers remaning in stasis unless it became an absoulte nessessity. Docking bays closed, air flooding into the cavernous hull as vehicles activated of thier own accoard and motered thier way into drop ships. Likewise, Fighters preped, payloads being loaded by bots as the pilots coughed the last bits of cryogenic fluid from thier lungs, and stumbled from the sleeping bay towards the ready room.

Pale skinned bodies filled the rooms, a massive screen flickering to life in each as the vissage of thier God/Captian filled it.

My children he thought, projecting his voice into their minds.

the time has come to proclaim our rite of war

Silence was broken by voices of savage glee, the warriors cheering as the thoughts and memories of blood fill thier minds. Like an abstract art peice, line upon line fills the screen, objectives, orders, and vital enemy statistics being offered like fresh meat to starving dogs.

The hallways streamed with bodies as the marines and pilots hurried to obtain armor and weaponry, making thier way ever onward towards the waiting transports. Like flies leaving a spent corpse, droves of fighters, dotted by larger bombers, assault craft, and gunships, dove towards the surface of the planet.

Malkavia watched from his perch, his mind probing outward into space and over the surface of earth. He located a reciver, his mind translating thought to mechanical code and sending logorithmic pulse, a message unfolding in the form of a voice.

People of the assaulted nation, listen to my voice and know that I have come to free you from your oppressors. . . I have come to break your bonds of oppression and set you in the hands of your rightful rulers. I welcome you, my brothers, to the Takian Empire. Those who stand against the lawfully elected leader of this nation will be destroyed with vengance unequal to any the world has seen before. To the ruler of the nation, we request your assistance in the slight disturbance of power that our assistance may bring.

He looked down at the holoscreens, watching the battle continue to rage.

Fools, Malichi. . . they are all fools.

The AS silently agreed, scanners continuing to watch for hostile reactions.

Anagonia

06-10-2004, 11:27

"What is that," asked an Officer.
"I have no idea," responded another.
"Keep an eye on it."
"Yes Sir."

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The Landing force had been called back to Anagonia, they had no intention of placing their men into danger in such a Nation as this. The Air battle above raged somewhat, yet by looking from the ground it seemed impossible to tell who was winning.

Sinear

06-10-2004, 13:12

"Direct hit, Direct hit, Dir-" was the last words of the right most A-10. With a blossom of fire and steel it broke apart to nothignness.

"Break! scatter! Evade, return to base" roared the commander. Though not very fast, the A-10's were manuverable. They tilted on thier side 90 degress and pulled up, sending them around anf facing back towards base almost immdiattly.

"Chaff, release your chaff"

"on i-" again, the last words of the second most right A-10.

"Damnit, get low and get fast!"

The A-10's got within 15 feet of the ground. They didnt have to worry about plant life like tress and such, because it had all been bulldozed earlier to develop thier contries prided uranium mining.

Just as the A-10's got close to the ground a missles screamed right over the planes, and detonated 100 feet infront of them. "Damn that was close."

The planes then got somthing on radar, incoming fighters. But by this time, the planes were within base air perimiter, witht he few SAM sites there were left.

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Kalantar watched on the overhead view fof his country, with a digital layout of current troop and plane positions, along with known enemy posistions. Every border of Sinear was covered by enemy forces, even the distant water mass a couple borders away from Sinear had ships waiting.

Kalantar turned away for a moment, looking down at his brainwashed citizens, who were still waiting, joyfully for an enemy to come. He turned back to his comlink in his desk and pressed a button to the right of the speaker.

"How goes the project" Kalantar queried.

"Well enough, reacting very well." Fizzled the com

"Good" Kalantar turned back around and looked out the window, with a blank stair.

Nowhere Place

06-10-2004, 13:34

Cobane observed the destruction of the advance artillery.

"A nice, clean job. We'll have to be wary of those Warthogs in the future..."

"Sir, reports say we took out two of their planes."

"And you're happy about that? They took out a chunk of our advance force and destroyed one of the RX-75s! Not exactly the greatest trade..."

"Um... Yessir."

"I want more fighters in the air, around the clock. We can't afford to have this happen too often."

Farmina

06-10-2004, 14:15

A general transmission to the people of Sinear:
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"I the High Priest of Farmina bring the word of God to Sinear. Demon lovers have invaded Sinear. God has told me that the people of Sinear need to resist. No effort to resist the demon lovers is too much.

When ever a demon lover walks though a street of Sinear, they must be shot at. A day must not go by when a carbomb does not disrupt the demon lovers plans. The people of Sinear must remember that God is on their side, and that if they die in the great struggle, then God will allow them to enjoy an afterlife of eternal bless.

Even general lawlessness is required by God. If any city is occupied by demon lovers, then they must certainly not control it. Anarchy will live in oppressed Sinear.

Reports come to me even as I speak of the people of Sinear taking up weapons and attacking the demons. Carbombs roar is occupied cities causing chaos and no doubt death to the demon lovers. But this is not enough. In the name of God, I call the people of Sinear to fight a holy war; and it is here the tide of evil will be turned back."
--End of Transmission--

As the high priest spoke; a Farminan submarine secretly delivered another of highly trained Christian terrorists, armed to the teeth and highly cashed up, to incite the people of Sinear to fight the holy war and of course to give their lives for God.

Drum Gods

06-10-2004, 21:30

OOC: I've been gone too long so I've decided to leave this RP.

Sinear

06-10-2004, 22:10

Kalantar was awoken from his day dreaming, as a message came through the loud speakers, and even through Kalantar's com unit.

People of the assaulted nation, listen to my voice and know that I have come to free you from your oppressors. . . I have come to break your bonds of oppression and set you in the hands of your rightful rulers. I welcome you, my brothers, to the Takian Empire. Those who stand against the lawfully elected leader of this nation will be destroyed with vengance unequal to any the world has seen before. To the ruler of the nation, we request your assistance in the slight disturbance of power that our assistance may bring.

"What in the hell?" Kalantar thought aloud.

Kalantar tapped very quickly over the options and buttons over his display, patching through radio and sadalite messages, but could not find any that was logged. Kalantar worked hard to match the frequency of the message.

Kalantar spoke into his com, but the expression made it look liek he was talking to a wall. "You can help my nation? How?"

Kalantar switched com frequencies and spoke quickly, "I want the project done ASAP, I want them prepped for combat within the next day"

"But sir it will t-..." The com stopped and thought alittle, "Yessir, ASAP"

Anagonia

06-10-2004, 22:39

High above a lone B-1B Lancer flew near the Capitol City of Sinear. Two Su-27 Flankers continued the escort they had origionally provided, and the pilots of each aircraft knew that what was to come would have a huge impact on the International Scene.

Minutes later the Bombay doors of the B-1B Lancer opened, out coming the Hydrogen Bomb aimed for the center of the city.

Shalrirorchia

06-10-2004, 22:52

Sinear

06-10-2004, 22:52

Most of the SAF were around the captol city of Rhienhardt, awaiting for this type of scenario.

Immediatlly, 20 planes of all types flew to intercept the bomber and fighters, locking on thier mid ranged, and sidewinder missles.

"Fire!" shouted a pilot. Trails of white smoke twirled and twisted at the fighters and bombers, determined to destroy them.

OOC: I would really appreciate it if you didnt nuke my city... one thing your forces havnt really done much... another the war is only 2 or 3 days old, not even taken a toll yet...

Anagonia

06-10-2004, 22:57

OOC:
Dang, and I was hoping to end this quickly, lol :)

IC:

Mistakingly the B-1B Lancer dropped a dud bomb that hit near the Capitol Building with various profanities on it.

Apparently it was some kind of joke from Anagonia.

OOC:

Yea, I understand completely. Now, I think Anagonia will leave Sinear to these other Powers.

Shalrirorchia

06-10-2004, 23:02

President Tarumigan Gistarai denounced the regime of Sinear today at a press conference while attending the peace negotiations between Shalrirorchia and the Ratheian Alliance.

"We've seen what is evidently brainwashing amongst the people of Sinear, and the crushing of opposition parties." Gistarai said. "This is completely unacceptable. We call on the government in Rhienhardt to step down and implement IMMEDIATE free elections to let the People decide if they have been best served by the mass murder policies." the President said acidly.

Nowhere Place

06-10-2004, 23:06

The United States of Shalrirorchia calls upon the combatants to consider an immediate cease-fire. Negotiations can be held in the capital of Shalcoria, since Shalrirorchia is neutral in this engagement.

From the President of the Democratic Republic of Nowhere Place:

We appreciate your offer, and will gladly sit at the bargaining table should Sinear agree as well. However, if it does not, then we will step up military actions within Sinear.

- President John Dunn

Sinear

06-10-2004, 23:06

OOC: the country is called Sinear, the capitol city is Rheinhardt.
And np, I jsut wanted this way to last decently long.

Nowhere Place

06-10-2004, 23:08

(OOC: So is that a yes to bringing it to the table, or a no? ;) )

Sinear

06-10-2004, 23:12

Kalantar turned to the new message, about negotiations. Kalantar typed in a quick message, 'NO'.

"Fools... wait until they see what we have instore"

OOC:Bring it on!!! lol

Nowhere Place

06-10-2004, 23:47

Message to Sinear from the Democratic Republic of Nowhere Place:

Sinear, you are in clear violation of UN Resolution #44: The Universal Bill of Rights. And you are a member nation. Not the best position. We ask that you come to the bargaining table.

-President John Dunn
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In the distance, Cobane could see the massive city. He wasn't sure if it was the capital, but it was damned big. He liked to have maps without the names of cities, only their relative size. The only thing he wanted to know about was obstacles blocking him frim his objective. This city was doing one of two things: It was either his objective-: Rheinhardt, or it was in his way. Either way, the city was going to be leveled.

"We'll hit them here hardest... Bring most of our remaining artillery and our SAMs up to the front. Also, get our aircraft ready to fight on a moment's notice. Bring all but two of the Guntank units to the front with the artillery. We're gonna level that city..."

The artillery units were brought up to the front, but kept moving until they were within 23 miles.

"I want 2/3 of our MLRS to stop units and hit that city ASAP. Then, the artillery units are to open fire once they get within range. Tell the Supply-heads to send the right missiles that way as fast as possible."

The MLRS opened up fire on the city not long after, sending missiles streaking through the sky towards it.

Sinear

06-10-2004, 23:59

All hell broke loose.... Kalantar stood at the tip top of his capitol building, a behemoth standing nearly 2500 feet(757 meters) in the air. Kalantar looked across the city from the top of the circular building, which ended in a small point, surrrounded by glass, except for a 5 foot stretch of wall that was straight, not circle. The plooms of smoke and explosions pleased him.

"Excellent" Kalantar mumbled.

"All fighters, DO NOT engage, fall back to the southern part of Sinear, hold the line at Darthmouth AF base, do not let the enemy past. Ground troopers, fall back into safe areas of the city, and wait it out." Kalantar shouted at the room, which was covered with microphones.

He walked over to the wall and stared at a certain spot, before the wall opened. Inside was a glass elevater, which went all the way down the building, and ended up some where deep underground. Kalantar stepped in the armored casing, as it zoomed down into the unknown.

Nowhere Place

07-10-2004, 00:14

Miles snapped to attention.

"Sir! The strike is going exactly as planned! The city is in crumbling, sir!"

"Good..."

Cobane twittled his thumbs.

"It was too easy. Where was their famed Air Force? Where was that counterattack? Something's not right..."

"Sir?"

"Something's not right... It could be a trap. Call back our forces to 55 miles outside of the city. Send in a force of 100,000 men, armed to the teeth. Keep a fifth of the artillery here. Make sure they all don't get cut off. We want to get them out of there as fast as possible."

"Yes sir!"

Almost immediately, 100,000 men and 20 pieces of armor moved out into the suburban area as the remaining forces withdrew to a distance

Nowhere Place

07-10-2004, 01:11

Suddenly, a message was sent to Cobane from the President himself:

Satellites picked up Takian Empire vessels descending towards Sinear. Unknown intentions. Move half of your forces into friendly territory at once.

"Damn the Takians!"

Cobane smashed the wooden table in front of him with his bare hands.

"Damn the President! We have them... Alright. Miles, you are to do as the President says. Take half of our main force and get it out of here. I can still crush the enemy with what I have now. Go."

Miles saluted.

"Yes sir!"

It took a bit to mobilize the troops, but not long after, half of the main force left. Cobane studied the charts. He turned to an officer next to him.

"Send in another 100,000 men. I'm going to beat them before the Takians come..."

Sinear

07-10-2004, 01:48

What was left of the city was in an uproar. Small arms fire, moltletov cocktails being thrown at the enemy, armor and infantry a like.

"Freedom or death!" a citizen shouted before he was blown away with a hail of gunfire.

A crazed citizen jogged out into the street with an anti tank rocket launcher and fired. Immdiatly after he to was blown away. Alot of the people left in the city were still alive, and Kalantar was no where to be found.

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Kalantar gaped at the things before him.

"wow, you boys have outdone yourselves. Prep them for combat, and send them up to the city, time to show the fruits of our nation" Kalantar smirked. As he walked away, he heard the whir of motion.

Kalantar dissapeared into the black abiss of the massive complex once again.

Taka

07-10-2004, 01:58

As cherry blossoms the craft fell, flames licking around the ships as they entered the atmosphere. The first target was of no real importance, but it would serve as a warning. The city rose like a blight upon the face of the earth, thick collums of smoke from gutted building blotting out the sun. Already, artilary was begining to long trek back to thier homes. . .

No matter he thought, survaying through the mechanical lenses of his craft. . .

destroy them all.

He thought, and the words echoing through the cockpits of the smaller fighters. At speeds that would shatter lesser craft, the jets dropped low, flying just inches above tops of some buildings, well between others. They soared through the valleys and canyons created by the "modern" edifiaces and labrinthine streets. Larger, slower drop ships fell above the retreating troops, creating dark clouds of smoke that blotted out the sun on the ground. Archs of plasma lit up behind them as they moved to cut off the fleeing army.

Like a wave crashing against breakers, the fighters scattered, free from the confines of the city they formed back, a massive cloud of metal and plastics, flashing whites and bluring blues. From the bottom of the ships, missiles fell in unison, flying along side the ships before the thrusters kicked in and they streaked off at nearly eight times the speed of sound.

Silence reined, the airwaves filled with unnerving silence as the ships seemed to flow in perfect unison without the ussual chatter, the missiles too seemed earily quiet. . . that is, untill all hell broke loose. The torpedoes were unable to hold themselves together any longer, and the carrying caskets sputtered as they used the last of thier fuel. Airbrakes opened along the sides, tearing off to expose the inner workings of the torpedeos. . . a myriad of smaller missiles.

The torpedeos broke apart, and a host of weaponry numbered in the hundreds quickly increaced to ten fold it's orriginal size. several thousand of the small, unguided, yet very explosive missiles streaked towards the retreating collum.

The dropships moved overhead, the retreating army looking like little more than ants. Their god's edict still ringing in thier ears, the men stood in stoney silence, armor clinking together quietly like chains in the wind. They were all the same in the armor, they were all faceless, nameless, fearless warriors. . . They were the Ghost Legion, and they were once more going to spill blood in the name of the God Ship that had given them life. Weapons rested along the floor, muzzles up and safety engaged, the computer inside scanning and streaming data to the faceplate. No one spoke, where some armies may have relieved tention with song or jest, there was only reverent silence.

Leave none alive The voice said, this time mentaly intruding into the minds of each soldier.

Kill them to a man, and flay the bodies as warning to any who stand against us. . . this is our nation, and this is our Empire.

They remained silent, reverent. . . preparing for the slaughter to come. . . preparing for thier worship of the God of War above, and for the prayer of blood to be spilled to the Empire below. The ships neared the earth, reverse thrusters burning to keep momentum from becoming fatal, and the rear hatch opened. In the distance the burst of Scatter Torpedeos ripping apart could be seen.

"We come to concecrate this land in blood" they said in unison, projecting it out onto every open coms channel. there was no malice in thier voices, there was no hatred, no fear, no glee. . . simply an undeniable fact for all the world to hear. "We come to consecrate this land in blood"

Sinear

07-10-2004, 02:17

He stared blankly at the screen in his temporary barracks. "What in the bloody hell?" Kalantar said. Kalantar then yelled into the com, "Send the troopers up, intiate operation 'Machine Death'!"

He switched channels to match the newcomers frequency, "What are your plans?"

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Sparks, running water, dead bodies... were all that was seen. Until, all the debris was pushed upward, then over, as massive doors opened in the streets. Up came a gondola, holding three very large metalic humanoids. The black armor shined in the sun, triangular pointed faces gleaming, with a visor of light red, and a snigle seemingly floating dark red dot. Thick muscular looking bodies shown brightly, huge smooth pecs and abs. Arms thick and burly. One had a large gattling gun slung under its right arm, only slightly smaller than the gattling gun used by the A-10's. The other arm held a large gauntlet, for smashing and close combat purposes. There were more tricks, just some non apparent.

The three 3 meter tall armored machines stepped out of the elevater, and walked, very slowly, to what ever thier objectives may be. Along the way, shooting anything that moved, including Sinearian citizens.

Taka

07-10-2004, 03:14

The reply came back in the same, inhuman voice.

We are your liberators, the nation of Taka. . . and we have come to concecrate this land in blood.

Sinear

07-10-2004, 03:24

Kalantar stared again, at the screen.

"Try not to destroy my country..."

Nowhere Place

07-10-2004, 04:33

-Fantasy, Nowhere Place-

"Sir, reports from the retreating units. They were attacked at the border, sir. 4/5 of the units were wiped out..."

"Jesus... Numbers?"

"540,000 troops, all dead, sir. Almost all the rest are badly wounded... and we can't do anything to pick them up."

"Damned Takians! If they hadn't interfered, we would've won with minor casualties! We don't have the near the number of them... We can't beat them..."

"Sir, General Cobane is still there with 500,000 troops."

Dunn thought quietly.

"There's not much we can do for him... We may have the numbers and technology to go toe-to-toe with many nations, but when it comes to those alien races, they're in a league of their own... We can consider this war lost, gentlemen."

Dunn smiled sadly.

"I want to issue our surrender, and ask Sinear if we can get back our troops alive. If not... then there isn't much we can do about it. We'll hit them back hard, someday, but not today. Not now. We can't. So we'll wait. We'll get those weapons we need someday, come back with an international coalition, and kick their asses. But for now, we need to get our men back.
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Secret message only to Sinear:

The Democratic Republic of Nowhere Place admits its defeat, and humbly states that the 'Republic' of Sinear put up a damned good fight.

We ask, that in the name of all things decent in this world, that we get our remaining men back alive, and relatively unharmed, from your lands. In return, Nowhere Place will make no hostile action against Sinear in the future. We ask you to be civil, and above all, to be human.

-President John Dunn

(OOC: Damn you, Taka! I could've had it! No hard feelings, though. You had the technology and the manpower, and single-handedly whooped my ass. I'm not going to bitch because I lost. :D )

Farmina

07-10-2004, 11:52

The following statement was released by the Farminan government press office:

"The High Priest of Farmina is pleased to hear of the surrender of The Democratic Republic of Nowhere Place. However we are concerned that Nowhere Place may seek vengence against Sinear, no matter what happens to its surviving troops; one must remember that Nowhere Place did launch the invasion without just cause to begin with. It is for this reason we request that Sinear push for harsh terms against Nowhere Place won't threaten Sinear again. If Nowhere Place fails to comply, Sinear should destroy the remaining demon lovers and prepare to hit Nowhere Place while it is weak. Considering the ability of Sinear's airforce to demolish cities; I'm sure Nowhere Place will quickly change their minds.

The High Priest is willing to give postwar-Sinear all the aid it can; as the devout people of Farmina are willing to go without for the greater good. However Farmina has one condition for such aid; that Kalanta becomes a devout follower of Farminan brand Christianity."

Sinear

07-10-2004, 13:09

Kalantar paced about his underground hole, looking at the vewscreen every so often, then decided to reply.... he smirked.

"You may take your forces with you... but only half, 250,000 go with you,250,000 stay with me and my country. Those men that stay with me will not be prisoners of war, or harmed... inhumanly at any time, I have my own plans for them,"

Kalantar cpntinued to pace, then went over to the screen and pressed 'send'. "Excellent"

Nowhere Place

07-10-2004, 13:37

Message from Nowhere Place to Sinear:

We understand. Those troops will immediately leave your lands. However, we ask for two things. First, that you provide military escort of these troops to the border. Second, that you tell us what your "plans" are for our people.

- New President Artemis Clark

Taka

07-10-2004, 14:39

((OOC: It wasn't my intent to ham handedly end this RP, the troops you are seeing are accualy not much better armored or armed than modern soldiers, the Takian Military being essentialy focused around the starships. . . as you have no starships, you get to face a mostly modern military, plus some special effects. If you are interesetd, I'd like to keep going.))

Malkavia sighed heavily, it was over too soon, fighting has just begun and already the peons were breaking and surrendering in droves.

Do modern men have no spirit for battle he thought to himself, dirrectly ordering his troops to continue cleaning up those few that survived.

Continue your work He thought, message projected to his troops on the ground

Kill any of the invaders you find, and any who aid them in escaping. . . hunt them to the ends of this nation. . . and follow them into thier own. We accept no surrender.

Sinear

07-10-2004, 22:11

Message to Nowhere Place:

Your troops may leave at thier own discretion, but the other half stay with me and will immediatly drop thier weapons and surrender. Your men will be in the best of care in our science labs. All we want to do with them is test of the human limits, no meaningful harm will come to them, any harm that does will be because they will not follow orders. End message.

Kalantar looked at the screens, cameras all over the ruined city. His heavily armed and armored 'Machine deaths', clearing any civilians and enemy soldiers they come across. Kalantar typed in a command for the machines, which made them stop thier massacre.

Kalantar got up from his seat and swiftly left the room, walking down the halls with a quick pace.

Nowhere Place

08-10-2004, 01:43

(OOC: No problem I'd like to continue as well.)

"So the fuckers want to make us Guniea Pigs, huh?"

Cobane sat, thinking hard.

"We're stuck at the moment. If headquarters send anyone in, they'll kill us and the mobilization would be useless... And then, if we try to all escape, we'll be hit by Sinear and the Takians... This isn't looking good."

Colonel Lester McAllen, his current XO, watched the General carefully.

"Sir, if we play our cards right, we can still get out of here alive."

"Eh? What do you have in mind?"

The Colonel spread a map on the table before the General. He pointed to a red dot on the map, next to a large city.

"This, sir, is where we are."

He then pointed a bit to the left of the dot, at a zig-zagging line.

"This is where the border is. We still have ample enough supplies from the Supply Corps, sir. In fact, many of them are still with us."

Cobane suddenly put two and two together.

"I see! We all get out together, and make for the western border, our closest! Put the artillery, SAMs, and RX-75s to the outside, pack the other units inside tight and haul ass out of Dodge! We'll be able to defend against the Takians and the Sinearans for a bit!"

"Yes sir! That's the idea!"

"It won't work!"

"Bu-"

"We can't pull it off alone. We're going to need some help. In that formation we'll move too slowly. We won't be able to hold them off forever."

"Sir?"

"Send a coded message to the President. Tell him that we have a plan. Tell him that we need tons of air support, around the clock, and many, many missile strikes against enemy positions. Then, get the troops off of their asses and get them moving."

"Yes sir! Right away!"

Colonel McAllen scurried off, and Cobane smiled.

"If this works, I swear to God I'm coming back this fuckin' country and kickin the living shit out of every Sinearan I see... bare-handed..."

Not long after, the force started rolling in formation, eyes and sensors wary, and the President giving his word that he'd turn those bastard Sinearans into rubble.

Taka

08-10-2004, 02:11

Moblization. . . Malkavia could hardly contain his glee. . . finaly some action. Without pausing to transmit coded only he thought, They are moving after all, it looks like we won't have to shred this two bit country for a bit of bloodshed after all.

On the ground, the troops broke into a fast march, moving to cut off the fleeing enemy, to either side tanks rumbled and fast attack vehicles roared ahead and paused to wait for the collem to catch up. Weapons were readied and in the air overhead, fighters roared over the retreating troops, keeping close tabs on their retreat and firing at convinent targets.

In the ship's belly the second wave, mostly bombers and assualt craft, loaded up, the second wave of troops loading into the craft as the ancient warship's weaponry started to charge. Though far too distant to be accurate, the psychologica effect of thousands of railgun rings, lasers, and the stray surviving plasma bolt would be terrifying to any witnessing it, much less any unfortunate to be struck by one.

The computers strained as tehy started picking targets on the ground, though between the atmosphere, the range, and the relative size of the areas, it was all Malkavia could do to keep the targeting array within the half mile swath he had picked out.

The Sinean forrests had grown relativly undisturbed for centuries, it's ancient trees, monoliths to the sky like pillars to ancient Gods. It was all that lay between the retreating troops and freedom. Pocked by canyons and urban cover, the path to it seemed almost the only logical choice for exit, however the Takians gave it wide berth, a move not missed by planes in the air.

Sinear

08-10-2004, 02:17

"Sir, they have not responded, I opt we continue the suits forward, wipe them clean" Said one officer, nervously.

"Indeed, call back the airsupport, I want all our planes just north of the city, ready to strike on my command, make them come at intervals so refueling wont be a problem and take them all out of action." Kalantar decisivly said.

"Yessir!" yelled the officer as he was already halfway down the hall running for the command post.

Kalantar walked swiftly to his office/bunk. He leaned over the computer and typed in a command.

"Wonder of the new comers have anything planned"
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The three machines whirred to life again, the red dot for an eye scanning the surrounding area. The three machines started to walk, faster than before, prespinning thier gattling guns for quick reactions. But this time the machines went off into three different directions, on search and destroy for any thing that moves, including any Takians... by accident.

OOC: This guys are like my 'bosses' of my country, extremely difficult to take down, and powerful. But they can be taken down, just would take alot.

Nowhere Place

08-10-2004, 02:54

"Hit 'em!"

SAMs lance up at some of the Takian fighters, going for targets they can hit. A few of the artillery units go down, but the the column remains relatively intact.

The hits from above shook the ground beneath them, but the soldiers trudged on. They couldn't stop. They were scared shitless, but they knoew that staying alive meant keeping your head.
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The total of 90 F-18s, FF-6s and the main tank-busting role Nowhere Place aircraft model, the FA-2 Mongoose, soared overhead. They had just received new orders: The column was being surrounded. 30 units were to hit the enemy armor, fast attack, and infantry units... hard. Another 30 would give the enemy air units something more to do than take pot-shots at the fleeing column. And the final 30 (entirely made up of the FF-6 TIN Cod Interceptors) were to go after any Takian reinforcements. Another 30 Interceptors were being readied to help the third group and would launch soon, but far behind the first forces

"Sky Kid 1, read me? This is Joey 1, over. Good luck to you guys."

"Sky Kid 1 copies. Don't you dare get shot down by those ants."

The force seperated. It was now Nowhere Place's turn to show those bastard Takians. The first 2 seperate groups struck within moments of each other. The Interceptors would work their magic a little later, as soon as the dropships came into play. Missiles flew at ground and air targets. The Cannons of the Mongoose blasted at the slower-moving armor units below. Nowhere Place's forces were hell-bent on not giving in without a fight.

Sinear

08-10-2004, 03:30

"This is HQ, enemy aircraft sighted and targeted, uploading thier coordinates now, intercept and destroy, all units, intercept and destroy." Those were the words that sent near 250 planes to another mass of enemy aircraft.

50 F-14E's
25 F-14D's
100 F-18C's
4 AWAC's
20 EF111(Radar Jammers)
50 F-22's

The massive armada soared through the sky, getting ready for one hell of an air battle.

Meanwhile...

With a metalic clump, the Machine Death cleared some buildings, to see the insuing battle between the two other powers. It slowly walked forward. Each step seemd to make it faster, and quicker. Before the machine was even inrange, it opened fire with its gattling fun, shooting at anything that moved.

Nowhere Place

08-10-2004, 03:44

While observing targets for missile strike, observation satellites picked up the prep of the armada, and Nowhere Place's Air Force responded in kind. Supply and repairs were immediately done on the remaining 65 TIN Cod Interceptors from the start of the war. They, of course, were going to be assigned to engage Sinear's new armada and help out the already-enbattled forces. The TIN Cods would be enough to match the F-22's that Sinear so prided. They started launching shortly after Sinear's own air forces, and would be in the fight just a tad after them as well.

In his office on the carrier Breach, Admiral Ken Watherton smiled a thin, old-man smile. Although he was far away from the war, he was still on top of things. He knew every action involving Nowhere Place's Air Force around the world. But this air battle... it would be the mother of all atmospheric fighter battles.

"This might be the greatest air battle in history... and the engagement with the Takians actually plays into our favor this time. They have to cut through our dogfight to hit our forces. This is going to get ugly, but we're going to pull it off... I know it."

Sinear

08-10-2004, 04:19

"Multiple radar locks, they have us in thier sights." one panicky pilot nearly shouted.

"If they have us targeted, we have them targeted." Just as the commander finished speaking his HUD sparked to life with target locks. "F-14's, reapers squadron, engage pheonix system(6 target locks at once, 6 missles can fire at once), F-22's, engage any aircraft that try to flank us, jammers, move up front witht he rest of us, throw off thier radar."

"Yessir!" all the pilots shouted in unison. "Fire!"

Missles, hundreds of missles, had been fired.

Nowhere Place

08-10-2004, 04:25

The missiles fired, and streaked towards the Nowhere Place tank-busting units. They succeeded in destroying all of the aircraft there, but an assualt of that magnitude would also waste most of their missiles in the process...

Meanwhile, the ground units were trudging through to the border... Getting closer and closer.

Rotovia

08-10-2004, 14:22

As the spokey pillars of Reinhart rose from the ground of the once pround city the a thunderous roar could be heard in the distance. This was thw raw of Rotovia's Air Forces and their impecable sense of tariness in a battle.

There were five straight columns of grey massed by the perfect lines of the fifty B-2 bombers launched in Rotovia's last ditch attempt to stamp out this threat once and for all. Not only was this the largest air deployment in Rotovia's history, but the only time in recent history that Rotovia had not lead with a Naval assault.

Though the politics of the matter seemed of little concern as in groups of the the planes decended and unloaded their payload of death. Dropping first only slightly to release a series of Hera Missiles, designed to obliterate buildings, then followed by a barrage of whatever was on hand, followed by a low swoop of bullet and various small missile fire before they quickly ducked back into the sky.

This attack seemed to continue for the longest time before the sound of thunder stopped, and all that could be heard from the city was wailing. The infamous Rotovian hand of justice had swept accross this land like a plague and would soon find its mark upon those who would threaten the freedom it stould for.

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In Rotovia the Vice President sat in the Rotovian Military Command Centre surrounded by the most powerful men and women in the Rotovian Government and Military.

Her stone-faced stance and icey glare set a tone that noone dared mess with, the President had left her incharge until his return and by God she would ensure they knew it.

A puff of smoke fluttered accross the table as a highly decorated General chimed in, with an accent highly indicative of Military-lifer and one which seasoned politicians treated with a degree of contempt.

"I fail to see why we need act at all..."

"You, dear General, fail to see alot of things these days..."

The reply that came curtly from her lips was issued with such impecable timing and composure there was no doubt that it was intended in the spirit of jest that seemed common between Rotovians. A kind of dance of power that need be performed before any real bussiness can be done, the General conceding the Vice President eased her posture.

"While I am well aware the danger I have placed Rotovia in by my action, I still believe we acted in accordance with good conscience... And I am certain that our message was heard clearly Rotovia will not stand for this kind of behaviour"

A series of here here's filled the poorly lit room...

Taka

08-10-2004, 15:49

((OOC: sorry to do this to you guys, but I've got to go for the weekend and most likely (80% chance) won't have access to a computer with internet. I'll post again on Sunday.))

Instinctivly the fighter pilots kicked thier thrusters into full, craft rapidly speeding to mach one, mach two. . . edging over mach three as they moved to begin a second run. . . A few were knocked from the sky by near hits, craft disentergrating under the missile's blast and the insane speeds.

Incoming air units

The order stunned the pilots for a second, before they turned from the infanry collum and streaked towards the Takian ground units.

Mach four. . . . . . Mach five. . . . Mach six.

At full speed they were little more than a blur overhead, they flew over the opposing collum without firing a shot, multiple sonic booms rocking the ground forces that were spared. The atmosphere burned around the front shields, creating the illusion that balls of plasma were streaking towards the mass fighter squadron, easily visible as incoming. Anti-aircraft missiles tore away from the bottom of the planes, slowing to cruising speed as the aircraft rocketed onwards. Laser cannons hummed with power, and the aircraft cut accelercation, firing through the plasma sheilds blindly, relying on computer targeting to find thier way. They flew through the enemy squadron at mach three, sonic boom trailing behind them.

On the ground, the infanty ran for cover, the tanks likewise breaking off to avoid weapons fire. The fast attack vehicles were generaly fast enought to avoid incoming, and the heavy tanks were tough enough that the stray shot would not harm them. Even the main battle tanks were designed to shoot down targets before they became a threat, but these vehicles were designed to be able to stand against minor air threat, and with the waterfall of munitions falling on them, they suffered baddly. The air filled with the retort volley, anti-aircraft missiles, peppered with the occastional coilgun barrage. Of all, the MBT suffered the worst, six falling in the initial assault with ten more being disabled, the crews jumping out to initiate repairs. Two of the heavy tanks were disabled, though countless more showed impacts from armor penetrating missiles in the forms of large dents and scorched exteriors. The light vehicles fared even worse, each hit a kill as the lightly armored hull was punched through and the crew incenerated instantly. Ground troops, msotly spared the carnage, broke into full run, the Specialist in each unit begining to construct thier TA-20 sniper rifles.

There were no ranks in the Ghost Legion, no names, only weaponry and serial numbers. This had never bothered TA-20-234-234-632, nor should it. Zen had taught him that he and his weapon were one, a living, combined organism with one purpouse. . . to kill. He snapped the scope into place, loading in the special rounds. . . 20 milimeter, armor penetrating rounds with a thermite core. . . primarily used against tanks, they could punch through a half inch of armor, spewing burning thermite into the wound and melting nearly anthing they touched at half the heat of nuclear fission. Rarely is a rifle a threat to an aircraft, the so called kings of the battlefield mostly immune to them. . . howver the TA-20 was not just any rifle, the massive gun rising towards the sky in unison over the ranks, and the soldiers who used them were not just any snipers. . . the battlefield rippling as active camoflauge turned on around them, the snipers blending into the background perfectly. TA-20-234-234-632 smiled darkly as he lined up his shot, feeling through his God that his bretheren had done the same. Alone in the field, inconspicuous and away from the retreating troops, they were to lay an ambush in clear sight.

Send them back to the earth Malkavia ordered quietly.

The sound of a thousand fingers squeezing triggers was quicly replaced by a thunderclap as the rifles fired in unison, the troops quickly moving to a new firing possition as thier rounds sped rapidly towards thier targets in the skies above.

Nowhere Place

08-10-2004, 21:48

Secret message from Nowhere Place to Rotovia:

The Democratic Republic of Nowhere Place thanks you wholeheartedly for supporting our forces. We are indebted to your nation.

-President Artemis Clark

------------------------------------------------------------------------

"Incoming fire! Scatter!"

The second group, the one originally charged with keeping the Takian fighters busy, scattered, the "disguised" (as they look like plasma bolts) Takian fighters breaking through them easily. The group didn't suffer any casualties, though, as they didn't fire. The first group was not as lucky.

The Nowhere Place tank-busters were in a bad jam. The Takian aerial forces had diverted their attention towards these groups, and there was no way that a total of 45 units (15 from the third group were diverted there) would be able to fight off the Takians.

And then, there was Sinear. The combined fire of both the Takian and Sinearan aerial and ground forces blasted through the first 15 fighters (as stated in my previous post). The other 18 soon followed, leaving only 7 units left in the first group, two of them damaged, but operational. Small pieces of debris rained down on the enemy forces below, but wouldn't cause that much damage. There was, however, a plus side. The remaining Sinearan fire would surely have to go through the Takian forces, and that wasn't good for either side.

Meanwhile the 65 TIN Cod Interceptors joined up with the main group, making for a total of 95 units over the infantry column. They were going double-time, now, heading for the border. They were almost there... and having just gotten the news relayed to them that the Rotovian forces were helping, they had renewed confidence.

Sinear

08-10-2004, 22:36

An officer ran down the hall of the complex. He streaked past a corner and continued to run as hard as he could. Alittle before he heard a shot from a pistol, coming from the barracks.

He rounded the last corner and came to the Dictator Kalantar's bunk. He looked inside in horror as, sitting in his seat, Kalantar lay dead, body slumped over, enter wound in the back of his head.

The officer looked up away from Kalantar and the only other person in the room, General Wesley. The officer looked with horror and confusion at the general.

"Son, we are under new managment now, inform the rest of the complex, I will make a message to everyone else." explained Wesley, calmly.

The officer nodded slightly and mouthed 'yessir' and ran down the hall. Wesley leaned over to the computer and wiped off the blood spatter from the screen.

'To all nations, enemy and allie a like. The former leader of Sinear is dead, I have killed him, I, the commander of Sinear's armed forices. For too long has Kalantar has done one wrong thing after another, costing his people thier lives, and now this war. All my forces will put down thier arms, and surrender. If you still wish to invade, please do so, none of my men will give resistance... though the brainwashed civilians may do otherwise. Please, have mercy on this naiton, General Wesley, out.'

"Now we wait and see what happens..."

Nowhere Place

08-10-2004, 22:45

Cobane's jaw dropped when he heard the news that Sinear was surrendering, directly from the President's office.

"Surrendering? I can't believe it! Now their forces are snake without a head! But those Takians are still there... We still have to bust through them..."

Cobane set his sights back on getting his men out alive.

Farmina

09-10-2004, 01:23

A spokesmen for the Farminan government stood before his people and announced-
"The High Priest is greatly saddened by the death of Kalantar, despite the fact that the two men had very different views on many things and most certainly weren't . The Government is considering the unexpected series of events and will release a new policy shortly."
--
Deep in the Golden Abbey, the High Priest looked furiously at his top advisors.

"You will all go to hell for this," declared the High Priest, "Why wasn't I warned about this outcome. Sinear is out of the war, leaving us in a very difficult position."

"General Wesley's actions couldn't have been anticipated," said the Arch-Bishop Thurg, "But he is the law now and there is nothing we can do."

"God will destroy you for your weakness," yelled the furious High Priest, "We can still mould this situation to our designs; as God wills it."

"With Wesley taking Sinear out of the war; Taka will no doubt pull out as well," noted General Aricar.

"Then bring me Wesley's head," demanded the High Priest, "Kill him, make it slow and painful."

"I don't see any benefit in that," said Arch-Bishop Thurg, "That would just plunge Sinear into further anarchy."

"Perhaps this may work out to our advantage," said Lesser Chancellor Vernis.
"How is that?" asked the High Priest.

"If General Wesley meets an unfortunate end, then perhaps we may be in a position to ensure a sympathetic Sinearan comes to power."

General Aricar then said, "What about Nowhere Place?"

"Many Sinearans won't follow Wesley's orders, some for their own reasons and some because they have been converted. We have our own men in Sinear, infiltrating every rank of society. I think we can life unpleasant for Nowhere Place, for now," said Lesser Chancellor Grend.

"Put your plans in motion," said the High Priest, "And Generals, our men and followers in Sinear should make life for Nowhere Place very unpleasant in Sinear. Not a word to anyone of what we plan. Now I must go and convince Nowhere place that I haven't been plotting against them."

And the High Priest is known for his abilities in charm and persuasion.

Sinear

09-10-2004, 01:54

"All fighters, disengage, I repeat, disengage" fizzled the radio.

"What the hell are you on HQ? We are close to a mass engagement, multiple enemy fighters, we are ready." One pilot halfway yelled.

"President Kalantar is dead, Wesley is now the nre commander and cheif, and his orders is that we surrender and do not fight back."

The pilot steemed with rage, "Your kidding me right?! What do you mean Kalantar is dead."

"Wesley shot him, just return to base, disarm your aircraft, further information will follow"

The pilot sighed, "Yes command, on our way back to base, Reaper force out."

The planes slowly and disgrunted, pointed thier planes back at thier air base.

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Wesley walked into the massive command center. A giant HD screen covered the 'front' of the room, followed by three rows of radars, command posts.

"Men, Kalantar is dead, as you may have heard, I am now in command. Things are going to change, drasticly. First order of business, work on a way to, hm, un-brainwash our own people, so they have thier own minds and will work witht this new goverment. Second, all troops are to drop thier weapons and surrender." The whole commander center looked at Wesley, and seeming to not give a second thought, they joyfully went about thier work, seeming happy that Kalantar was finally dead.

Farmina

09-10-2004, 02:27

"Sinearans are continuing disengagement," said General Sirec.
"The High Priest will not be happy," said the Arch-Bishop, "Is there anything we can do?"
"I'm afraid not, the religion is failing to convince the Sinearan's to continue fighting."
"Start brainwashing the Sinearan's on mass, that should create problems."
"I doubt that will be efficient enough to change anything," said the General.
"Then persuade the Sinearan's that Kalantar is still alive, that should create enough trouble everything is ready. How goes the attempt to kill Wesley."
"He isn't providing us with the opportunities we need," said the General.
"Make opporunities," said the Arch-Bishop, "Fail and God will make you live in pain."
--
Later a single transmission was heard on all Sinearan radio frequencies.
"This is Kalantar. I am not dead, as General Wesley says. He has betrayed you all. He is an agent of Nowhere Place. They will come for your children and your wives. Nowhere Place invade Sinear and then violated the first ceasefire. They will do it again. History shows they only do what is in their interests and that is to; with their puppet General Wesley, destroy the Sinearan way of life and to drain Sinear of its resources and wealth. I, Kalantar demand that our great people rise up against the oppressors: in the forms of Wesley and his lackeys; and also the invading peoples. We will not stop while we live. Kalantar out."

Sinear

09-10-2004, 02:35

The command center was all a clutter. Incoming messages, yelling, and phone calls was heard all over, people runnign around with papers in hand.

Wesley stood there, calmly at first,t hen acting.

"Find out where that broadcast originated, find it, if its anywhere close to Sinear, send our special forces after it and disable it. Captian, send out a communique on all frequencies, tell them, Kalantar IS dead, they can come see the body if they want!" wesley barked.

"Sir!" yelled the cheif of security for the complex. "There has been a breach, some one has infiltrated the complex."

Wesley pursed his lips, "Damn, alright, send out all security forces and find this infiltrater, I want two squads to retrieve Kalantar's body, and store it in a secure location, I want that location guarded at all times!"

"Yessir, Im on it" said the officer as he got onto the complex phone and barked orders.

'Why the hell is this so hard...' Wesley thought.

Farmina

09-10-2004, 03:20

"Things are nearly back on track," said the Arch-Bishop, "And we can hear panic in Wesley's voice. I hope the Sinearans hear it too."
"Perhaps, you just want to here panic," said the High Priest, "But the latest transmission does seem uncertain. I'm assuming our temporary broadcast center has moved."
"Yes, the General's have five they are slipping around Sinear. The one that sent the message was moved immediately and has been replaced by a bomb. We also left enough false evidence there to keep the Wesley's troops there till the bomb goes off."
"The devout Sinearans have earned their place in God's Kingdom, but their is work to do," said the High Priest, "I want another transmission to go out today."
"Already prepared," said the Arch-Bishop, "But what if Sinear brings the body of Kalantar out to the public."

"Simple," said Lt Yarn, entering the room, "We have located the body and have plans to destroy it. And we have a few more tricks up our sleeve yet."
"I would like to know more," replied the Arch-Bishop.
"That is a dangerous thing to say," said the High Priest.
"True, but I am in charge of this charade, it is my right," said the Arch-Bishop.
"It works like this..."
--
Another radio transmission came across Sinearan radio from a second transmitter,
"I Kalantar, order the people of Sinear to fight for their freedom. Wesley has failed to silence me. This is our hour to reclaim Sinear. When the fighting begins against Wesley, there will be nothing that will stop it growing out of control. I am safe deep within a new bunker; one Wesley can't find, but when the time comes I will return to you. When the time comes; I need the devouted and the patriots to fight together against the scourge that is this new government. It is easy to see that Wesley struggles to hold this country together, one big push and everything will collapse upon it. Our time is very close now, and when we have dealt with Wesley, Nowhere Place will get everything the have coming. Kalantar out."
--
Everything was ready. Wounded Sinearans walked into hospitals. Then suddenly they cried, "In God's Name" and exploded with huge belts of explosives under their clothes.
And this was only the beginning.

Two trucks were parked outside Wesley's massive command centre. Both were on deliveries. Security guards looked confused at the drivers decision to have lunch where they did and went over to investigate. The trucks were completely full of explosives. They went exploded with enormous booms. The damage to the compound could not be seen through the smoke. But the attack wasn't aimed to kill Wesley, nothing could get to him deep within the layers of the compound. But it was a warning, and most certainly a distraction.

Power stations and substations became subjects to similar bombings, damage was unclear but most certainly disruptive.

Small pockets of fighting broke out as bombs and converted Sinearans attacked other seemingly random targets. More explosions were used to cover retreats.

Rheinhardt filled with smoke. Damage was irelevant. Hospitals were damaged adding to the confusion of the smoke, power loss and fighting. That was what the holy warriors had needed. In the darkness they could not be seen. In the chaos they could not be heard. "This is body," said the team leader, "Destroy it."
Just a touch of accelerant was needed, a fire would not be unexpected. When the body was scorched beyond recognition, the team began to hack the body apart on a piece of blue tarp and place the pieces into sealed containers that were to be put in thier packs and pockets. The body had to completely disappear as DNA might cause a problem. The tarp was also packed up.
The team leader looked at the other holy warriors; they all looked perfectly like one of Wesley's men. And they slipped out as easily as they slipped in.

Sinear

09-10-2004, 03:38

Wesley stood there, arms crossed. "Great, first a crazy dicator, then us being invaded, and now god damn terrorists, trying to overthrow, us! They even tried to kill us... good thing the decoy command center worked, now bomb could reach us this far down." The whole command center was looking at him, eyes full of hope, and waiting to hear an order, to hopfully get them out of this.

Wesley sighed heavily he knew that there was only one thing to do, to get rid of alot fo the terror cell.

"Most of the terrorists seem to be located in Rhienhardt. As all of you know, it was shelled earlier by the 'enemy', and not many survived. Before I give this order, you must know, the citizens of Rhienhardt are not our peoples. They are the terrorists, and they are the brainwashed zombies of Kalantar, who can never be put back to normal again.... Now..." Wesley sighed very heavily, knowing what he was about to order would be very hard for his men to comprehend, let alone fulfill. "Get the eagle in the air... wipe Rhienhardt off the face of Sinear..." The whole command center looked at Wesley, eyes full of horror, and eyes full of understanding.

'I hope those Nowhere Placers and Takians can see it before he drops it...'
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It was dropped. The precious, and massivly destructive payload fell to the earth. Gradually it picked up it's speed, getting closer and closer.

Finally, with a flash of brilliant white light, overly blinding, it detonated, 3000 feet off the ground. The light disspated, and all that was seen, was a dark red mushroom cloud. No buildings, scycrapers, people, cars, any forms of life, not even rubble, was nowhere to be found now.

Nowhere Place

09-10-2004, 03:56

The officer ran through the halls of the Presidential Residence, panting. Sweat was streaking fron his forehead as he burst into the Presidential Office.

"Mr. President! We just received word of a possible nuclear explosion in Rhienhardt!"

"WHAT!? Are you certain?!"

"Almost positive, sir!"

"Who? Us?"

"No, sir. No bombers or any other type of weapon capable of carrying a nuclear weapon was anywhere near there! It could have been one of three groups, sir... at least, one of three groups that have been confirmed."

"Three?"

"Yes sir. The 'official' Sinearan forces, Sinearan insurgents, or the Takians."

"I doubt the Takians, but one of the other two sound likely."

"And our men?"

"No damage! They're only 10 miles from the border, far outside the range of the blast."

"Get a line to the Rotovians! Give them all the intel we have on the situtation. And I don't give a shit if they already know! Tell them anyway!"

"Immediately, Mr. President!"

Farmina

09-10-2004, 03:57

The High Priest was amazed, perhaps the whole world was. But the real Kalantar's body seemed to be a dealt with problem. A lot of good men were dead. But more would die. Wesley was tricky and killing him would obviously be job for the best. A lot of Sinearan patriots were dead too, but Sinearan holy warriors were spread around the country more so than the patriots. "Damn, we need more followers," grumbled the High Priest, "Continue to phase three."
--
As frequencies hammered the events in Rhienhardt, suddenly they were shut down with a new message.
"I, Kalantar speak to the people of Sinear. You see what Wesley is capable of. I know realise that Farmina was right all along; this world does have demons. What they didn't realise was how close to me they were. The Demon Wesley has destroyed the our beloved capital, Rhienhardt. How many innocent lives are gone? How many children will never be born? Some said I was a tyrant, well he is a monster. He attacks us just like Nowhere Place does. He is no different to them; demonic murderers. I have converted to Christianity and feel my duty to fight in the name of God as well as the free people of Sinear. Holy warriors, patriots, freedom fighters and Wesley's own; I ask you to unite to defeat what I know realise is not a greedy and evil person; but a demon like no other; more evil even than those who come to our lands from foriegn shores; a demon who destroyed his own capital to aid the foul invaders. For now, prepare and cause mayhem if you can; I will tell you when the full scale revolution will begin. Kalantar out."
--
But this message was no ordinary message. Farminan trans-jam technology had not only interrupted all radios and audio-comms, but televisions that had been showing Rhienhardt also transmitted the speech, but with full visuals of an apparently alive Kalantar speaking the message from a bunker.

Sinear

09-10-2004, 04:19

Wesley stood there, in the command center, again, the center was all a buzz.

'What more must I do'

Wesley stood there, contemplating.

Farmina

09-10-2004, 04:53

"Deadlock," said the High Priest, "The Sinearan civil war has come to a temporary halt, one I arranged. We can't fail, we have tried so hard."
"Perhaps we could put more pressure on Wesley," said the Lesser Chancellor, "There is only so much one man can take and when 'Kalantar' gives the order, Wesley must fail."
"I suppose so, how is the attempt to kill Wesley actually going."
"Not well, God believes that the most can be gained the hard way."
"Well, I have an idea how we can increase the pressure on Wesley and he is going to regret every stumbling into our plans. It requires Sinearan holy warriors to disguise as Wesley's own and attacking the Nowhere Placans."
--
*Farminan News*
"Little news is available as of yet; but after a moderation of the civil war in Sinear at the command of Kalantar, General Wesley has appeared to of reopened the war against the invaders with a blotched attack, however there have been reports of heavy Nowhere Placan casualties. We are waiting for confirmation from both sides. However we have this dramatisation of what is believed to have taken place for you entertainment... I mean...information."

*Dramatisation*
-The Sinearan jeep pulles up at Nowhere Place outpost.
-Nowhere Placan guard looks at the jeep in confusion. "What do you gits want?"
-Sinearans obviously Wesley's men, well they were Sinearans with perfect uniforms and the correct model jeep.
-"General Wesley wants to negotiate a permeant peace, he can't fight rebels, fanantics, Nowhere Place and Rotovian."
-"Sounds logical, but isn't the rebellion dying down after Wesley decided to commit mass murder."
"Look we want passage through here so we can talk to someone who can get things arranged."
"Right, I'll check," said the guard.
He got on his comms, but his eyes filled with panic.
"What the hell is going on?"
The Sinearan said sternly, "Just because we want out of the war; Wesley wants to use the lull in the civil war to get good terms with you."
The Sinearan fired two quick rounds into the guard.
The jeep drives quickly into the outpost before exploding, leaving big fires and leaving many dead.
*End of Dramatisation*

"And now for prayer, with Reverend Maltius..."

Sinear

09-10-2004, 05:04

Broadcast to all of the world:
A mad man claims himself to be Kalantar, I killed him, Kalantar is dead, that man is a fake. I can show you the security tapes myself of me killing Kalantar, they are in my hand right now. My men are under direct orders from me, anything that seems out of place or hostile, was not given permission by me. This is Presdent Wesley, out.

Wesley smirked and patted the back of a newly promoted master cheif. "Good job, can't beleive I didn't think of these" Wesley held up the tape, "Now lets see if the world will listen"

Sinear

09-10-2004, 05:22

OOC: Im off to bed, later

Farmina

09-10-2004, 05:23

The trans-jam device was set up and all Sinearan's would hear the message and see their former leader.

"I am Kalantar. Look at me, I am alive. There is no doubt. That footage is fake. First there was a body and now these video tapes magically appear. The work of the demon. Trust your own eyes. You seen a beaten leader pleading to his nation to help overthrow a demon. You have seen Farmina send us aid to fight the invaders until Wesley seized control and forced me into hiding. You have seen with your own eyes with his attack on our beloved capital. You saw the footage of ruined bodies. He asks you trust your eyes, well so do I. I see a Farmina that helped us, a Nowhere Place that invaded us and Wesley co-operated with. Wesley betrayed his own people and leader. I am alive and you can see it. Wesley kills when people disagree with him and you have seen it. Remember Rhienhardt.
Now Wesley has struck the invaders and finally. But he does it for the wrong reasons, not for his people, but for glory and to make sure his hand is completely free to crush his own people. I call the people to believe in both God and I. Kalantar out."
--
Kalantar said, "Was it enough?"
Lt. Stug looked up and said, "Yes, but more must be done, we don't need to just convince Sinearan believers, we need to persuade the entire Sinearan population. I have an idea, but we need to consider timing."
"Considering what Wesley has on his plate, we have all the time in the world."

Nowhere Place

09-10-2004, 06:40

"Deadlock," said the High Priest, "The Sinearan civil war has come to a temporary halt, one I arranged. We can't fail, we have tried so hard."
"Perhaps we could put more pressure on Wesley," said the Lesser Chancellor, "There is only so much one man can take and when 'Kalantar' gives the order, Wesley must fail."
"I suppose so, how is the attempt to kill Wesley actually going."
"Not well, God believes that the most can be gained the hard way."
"Well, I have an idea how we can increase the pressure on Wesley and he is going to regret every stumbling into our plans. It requires Sinearan holy warriors to disguise as Wesley's own."
--
The Sinearan jeep pulled up to a Nowhere Placan base. Nowhere Placan guard looked at the jeep in confusion. "What do you gits want?"
The Sinearans were obviously Wesley's men, well they were Sinearans with perfect uniforms and the correct model jeep. "General Wesley wants to negotiate a permeant peace, he can't fight rebels, fanantics and Nowhere Place, Rotovian."
"Sounds logical, but isn't the rebellion dying down after Wesley decided to commit mass murder."
The Sinearan saw the hate in the guards eyes, but it was two way, "Look we want passage through this camp so we can negotiate with the highest Nowhere Placan there is around here.
"Right I'll check," said the guard.
He got on his comms, but his eyes filled with panic.
"What the hell is going on? Sinearan scum are wanting permission to enter all our border bases."
The Sinearan said sternly, "Just because we want out of the war; Wesley wants to use the lull in the civil war to get good terms with you."
The Sinearan fired two quick rounds into the guard. He'd probably survive, but that was the plan. The jeep drove straight into the base, the Sinearan's inside firing like madmen, driving straight at Nowhere Placans.
The Sinearan got out of the jeep, firing and hurling grenades. They didn't live long, but they definitely put some lead in the air. The jeep exploded, after a couple of minutes, it had been ladened with explosives.
--
*Farminan News*
Little news is available as of yet; but after a moderation of the civil war in Sinear at the command of Kalantar, General Wesley has reopened the war against the invaders with a blotched attack, however there have been reports of heavy Nowhere Placan casualties. We are waiting for confirmation from both sides.

(OOC: Um, I'm not quite sure what posts you've been reading, but I have no permanent bases within Sinear at this time. In fact, the only ground forces I have in the country are at the border. If you think you can drive your jeep into an armed column of men, surrounded by Takian forces on 3 sides, still relatively well armed and alert, then be my guest and try. Otherwise, I'm not sure whose base you just blew up... :rolleyes: And then, there's the simple fact that what you just did could be considered God-Moding, as you RPed my troops for me. So, I'm just going to fire the Ignore Cannon and get on with my life. ;) If you want to bitch about it, go ahead, but you can't destroy what's not there.)

Farmina

09-10-2004, 07:03

(OOC: Um, I'm not quite sure what posts you've been reading, but I have no permanent bases within Sinear at this time. In fact, the only ground forces I have in the country are at the border. If you think you can drive your jeep into an armed column of men, surrounded by Takian forces on 3 sides, still relatively well armed and alert, then be my guest and try. Otherwise, I'm not sure whose base you just blew up... :rolleyes: And then, there's the simple fact that what you just did could be considered God-Moding, as you RPed my troops for me. So, I'm just going to fire the Ignore Cannon and get on with my life. ;) If you want to bitch about it, go ahead, but you can't destroy what's not there.)
OOC: Hmm... perhaps, but I never said that any Nowhere Placans were killed, only Sinearan, and I never said that is was a permeant base, or that it wasn't across the border. Actually I purposely tried to avoid making any detail at all, apart from there was guard who was distrustful of Sinearans. As for going around Takians, that might cause a problem with any storyline. I'll think about how to rephrase it. I may also have implied things that weren't intended. I all I wanted say was that it seemed Official Sinearan forces were trying to restart the conflict. Make a press statement and correct me to what actually happened.

Nowhere Place

09-10-2004, 07:24

(OOC: No problem. I can do that. And you'll get your bombing, too. :p )

-Newscast in Nowhere Place-

"Pro-Sinearan terrorists have attacked our forces! Initial reports indicate that a truck ladden with explosives detonated at a roadblock/outpost just outside Sinear, killing 20 and wounding 32, 9 of the casualties and 11 of the wounded being civilains. Another, similar attack was launched at another checkpoint, but it seems that the bombs failed to detonate properly, and only 10 were wounded. It is believed that the current Sinearan government funded the attacks. The action was condemned by the President today in a press release."

Broadcast cuts to scene of President Clark standing at a podium.

"These kinds of terrorist actions will not be permitted! We will give an ultimatum here and now: either the Sinearan government immediately stops funding these terrorists, or we will turn their cities into dust! We will strike with a fury the likes of which that part of the world has never seen, even if our current enbattled troops aren't out of the country when we do it!"

Farmina

09-10-2004, 07:51

"Demons against demons," laughed the High Priest, "God will be pleased with us today."
"Yes," said General Graves, "We seem to have set them against each other, but I doubt it will be enough.
"No, I guess it won't," said the High Priest, "Perhaps we can get some more of Wesley's own who have converted to cause trouble in Nowhere Place, in the cities, then the civilians will demand action and it will be aimed at Wesley."
"If Nowhere Place wins the war decisively, our plans may still be ruined," said the General.
"We must try, God has said we must," said the High Priest, "If only Wesley would put his head where we can shoot it."
--
"This is lunacy," said one of the holy warriors.
"We will be very careful," said Lt Stark.
Kalantar stood robed, but the people could see his face.
"We've been out for five minutes now, this is way to long," said the holy warrior.
The Lt decided that his soldier was right and quickly rushed off 'Kalantar' to a hideout. This was the second outing. There was always maticulous scouting before an outing, outings were completely secret and never longer than 5 minutes of showing the public that Kalantar existed in flesh and blood. These trips it was hoped would create resolve in the public when it was needed, but only time will tell.
--
OOC: Thanks NP, for not being troublesome about my post. Could you give me some ideas about the geography of your nation, in case the "Sinearans" attack it? Especially border cities; they got names right.

Nowhere Place

09-10-2004, 08:13

(OOC: No problem. Not worth fighting over. :)

Well, in actuality, Nowhere Place is an island nation, although the island is relatively large. It has two major cities, Fantasy and Reliance. Don't think that you can just walk into our cities, though. Our police forces and other homeland security units are pretty well funded. About half the island is covered by mountains and rainforests (home to our white-faced monkeys), but the other half is pretty barren. Our bigger cities are mostly on the barren side.

For this war, most of Nowhere Place's aerial forces have launched from aircraft carriers, like the Breach mentioned earlier, so don't get any ideas about trying to destroy airbases. The ground troops were carried in by boat and by aircraft, and marched into Sinear. ;) Now, forget everything I just said.

Oh, and by the way, I'm waiting for Taka to catch up before I post anything else important, just in case you all were wondering.)

Rotovia

09-10-2004, 08:51

[tag; for reply]

Sinear

09-10-2004, 15:46

(OOC Farmina, I do hope you know that all the Sinear civilians are brainwashed right now, severely brainwashed, so hard for them to do things in the name of 'god'.

Live video feed, showing Wesle8y in uniform, pistol holstered, and a tape in his right hand: I am not funding any terrorists. Infact, my anti-terrorists teams are doign thier best to find these bastards and put them down. I have already said that Sinear surrenders, and I am sticking by that. If you want proof that I am not funding the terrorists, storm my command center, and see there is nothign here to do with terrorists, besides wipign them out. We will give no resistance, as we have surrendered. Kalantar is dead, I killed him, and here in my hand is the video tape of me shooting him in the head, ripping his brain apart. Who ever you might see or hear that claims to be Kalantar, is a filthy terrorist lier.

My anti-terrorists teams have already killed numerous insurgents, and are tracking many more as we speak. I ask of you to beleive me when I say I am funding no terrorists, nor is Kalantar alive. All my forcers are under my command. If any act out against any forces, they do not have orders from me to do so. This is president Wesley, out.

"Captain, I want you to personally take a team and go find the most top ranking insurgent you ca, and bring him to me, alive."

"Yessir!"

Nowhere Place

09-10-2004, 17:36

Sinear

09-10-2004, 19:13

OOC: Im waiting for him to reply to the death of kalantar, and the new president Wesley, who has surrendered Sinear, he can still bomb me if he wants, but right now, Rhienhardt was nuked.

Farmina

10-10-2004, 02:31

"This isn't going at all like planned" said the High Priest "If Kalantar hadn't decided to flex his muscles; if the demons hadn't invaded Sinear; if Wesley hadn't killed Kalantar; if only."
"We have to deal with the situation as it is," said the Lesser Chancellor, "Kalantar is dead and Sinear amounts to a pile of rubble. Farminan casualties are uncountable; mainly due to the difficulty getting any infomation."
"Perhaps, we should abandon the plan altogether," suggested General Arcarl.
"Perhaps, but that so much has been wasted already and we must have something to show for our efforts" said the High Priest, "What we need to do is refocus."
The lesser Chancellor said, "Surely there are three aims. First, kill General Wesley and replace him with someone more co-operative. Secondly, the destruction of the Nowhere Placan forces and an end to the invasion of Sinear. Thirdly the removal of Takian forces from Sinear."
General Arcarl nodded solemly, "This is what I mean, none of these objectives are achievable. General Wesley refuses to make himself a target. The invasion forces aren't threatened by a few holy warriors and the Takians are more than we can ever hope to handle."
Then entered Arch Bishop Thurg the room, "I have been listening to your claim lesser Chancellor and your objectives are all wrong. What we need to do is: ensure Wesley fails to rule the country, if he sits in his hideout issuing orders no-one follows that is his problem; Takians and Nowhere Placan's will be dealt with in time, but force won't be the answer."
"How do loyalties lay in Sinear?" asked the High Priest.
"Difficult to tell, I doubt even Wesley knows" said the Arch-Bishop, "Kalantar brainwashed many of his citizens before we even arrived, so it explain the patriot support for 'Kalantar'. However brainwashing isn't fool-proof as we have discovered with our own attempts."
"What about the religon?" asked the High Priest.
"Our brainwashing, I mean conversion techniques have had some success; but holy warriors remain on the large Farminan" said the Arch-Bishop, "We hoping to use Kalantar's brainwashing techniques to convert the entire nation to Christianity, in our mold. However our plan faces huge constraints and I hope our preaching will be enough to convince those with already broken minds."
"Time will tell," said the High Priest.
--
The disk was placed into the trans-jam device and all of Sinear, but also the Takians and Nowhere Placens be bombarded with the new message.

"I, Kalantar have returned. I again rule Sinear, Wesley has thrown in the towel and 80% of the population again follows my rule. I realise he is no demon, as he wished to see no extra bloodshed as it was inherent we would succeed in the next revolt. I thank him for this and he will be allowed to keep his post as leader of the army until a fair trial decides whether he is appropiate for the role. However, the issue of the invasion forces is still prominent after the unfortunate attack on Nowhere Placans ordered by General Wesley. I hope that Nowhere Place will accept my new ambassador, Mr Stog, to negotiate a lasting peace. Kalantar out."

Nowhere Place

10-10-2004, 05:32

OOC: Im waiting for him to reply to the death of kalantar, and the new president Wesley, who has surrendered Sinear, he can still bomb me if he wants, but right now, Rhienhardt was nuked.
(Rotovia never said which city was attacked. Nor does Rotovia have to reply to anything about Kalantar if it doesn't want to. It doesn't effect the country directly. However, things directly effecting a different country must be replied to... such as the nimber of deaths that you both incurred. I'm not posting again until I see some replies to these actions, so that future incidents can play into them. ;) )

Rotovia

10-10-2004, 06:10

"There shall be no halt in our dedication to justice, there shall be no waver in our fight, there shall be no limits to our will, and their shall be no deviation from our course.

Though the government of Sinear may have shanged hands, there is currently no evidence that the armed forces of Sinear have completely stould down.

Until such time as a complete surrender of Sinear, and a complete halt by their allies has begun, we will continue on course and will continue to drive a steak into the h eart of the enemy."

Senator Ivana Cuvalo
Minister for National Defence

Nowhere Place

10-10-2004, 06:29

(OOC: Well, there's Rotovia's reaction, Sinear. :p )

"Sir, we've crossed the border!"

"Excellent! Tell the President to implement the second stage of the plan. Now we just have to make it to the rendevous point with the recovery ships..."

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Further off, along the western beaches of this unnamed land (which had already been secretly contacted by the Nowhere Place government, and had given its permission as long no major damage to the country was incurred), sat the recovery force of another 100,000 men, mostly artillery crews. The majority of the force was made up of anti-aircraft units. Since the threat was mainly from the air, this made sense. Their job was to pick up the retreating forces.

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Meanwhile, missiles launched from various ships, aiming for known Sinearan military installations. After the missiles had launched, another 30, newly-arrived units of FF-6s and F-18s were prepped aboard the carrier Constance. They would join the fight if things got hot. Nowhere Place was using a pretty sizable portion of its Air Force. It was a gamble, but one they thought the men could pull off. If not a very good situation financial or personnel-wise, it would strengthen morale in the troops and the citizens of Nowhere Place, and prove to the world that the Nowhere Place's military could hang in with the best of them.

(OOC: Forgive me if I don't know which country is bordering Sinear, or that I have given their okay. If I knew, I'd ask the country's permission straight-out. However, for the moment, let's pretend it's some weak, small, random, NPC-controlled nation.)

Sinear

10-10-2004, 06:53

"Why do you people still attack me? All of my armed forces have laid down thier arms, and surrendered thier vehicles, no one under my command is fighting, no military is still resisting. The only people who are fighting are the citizens loyal to this fake Kalantar. If anything, I ask that you help me rid me of these insurgents. I wish to end this peacable, not one round has been fired from one soldier since I surrendered Sinear. You may attack me and my nation all you want, but we will not pick up our arms again, just to prove that we have indeed surrendered, even if it means the destruction of my nation, or even the death of me. Please, have mercy on this now defencless nation. Wesley, out."

wesley finished the all-channel broadcast, and stared at the viewscreen. Images of missles and airstrikes made him cringe like he himself was being beaten....

Farmina

10-10-2004, 07:31

"Wesley is still holding on to power, what more can we do? Total Farminan losses hit 300 holy warriors today," sighed the High Priest.
Casualties from bombings, missile attacks and counter terrorist activities were taking a toll even if Farmina's share of the cost was only slight.
"I've prepared another 100 men to fight the holy war in Sinear. Perhaps you wouldOrder another full scale rebellion," suggested the Arch-Bishop.
"No, we want Wesley gone, but that would play too much into the hands of Nowhere Place" said the High Priest, "We want Sinear in something near a useable piece."
"And Nowhere Place and its lapdog refuse to negotiate until all Sinearan forces surrender. We can't surrender or else Nowhere Place will establish themselves as rulers of Sinear." said the Arch-Bishop.
"We end this now" said the High Priest, "Then when it seems everything is going wrong for us, bam."
--
Lt. Sturges couldn't believe this was happening. Kalantar was sending the message that had so long been avoided.
"I, Kalantar, have solemn news. We the great Sinearan people have lost. Wesley has betrayed me again, but this time I have forced him underground instead of vis-versa. Civil war defeated us not the enemy, but we must all pay the price. As leader of Sinear, I order all persons to disengage, if it is against Wesley, Rotovia or Nowhere Place, we must abandon this struggle if we wish for any future. Wesley makes the same call; Sinear's political future shall be determined another day, for now return to your homes. Kalantar out."
Sturges knew that another message had also been sent, not just to Sinearans but to also Farminan holy warriors, one a lot more secret, "Keep your weapons and hide them, bring them to our safehouses. They are still needed."
--
A submarine slipped two men onto the Nowhere Placan forests. They were well equiped to survive for a long time in the wilderness. And they were also were equipped to kill.

Sinear

10-10-2004, 07:37

Wesley sighed with a semi releif. "Damn I'm glad those terrorists have given up, maybe now we can focus on Nowhere Place, and that bomber squadron headint to bomb the hell out of us..."

Wesley finally, left the command center, after several sleepless days and nights, standing in that god forsaken room. He laid down in his bed, full clothed, and fell asleep quickly.

Sinear

10-10-2004, 17:53

With a big yawn and a scratch on the back, wesley rolled out of the hard bed. He slowly made his way to the command center, which was, as usual, very busy with reports, attacks, and such. Wesley walked up the night shift Captain and asked for a status report. The captain said the usual, terrorist attacks, and no other messages from the other countries.

Wesley tapped a soldier on the shoulder and told him to turn the com system on. "Wesley here, I now request, that we take this to a negotiating table. A cease fire... though my forces have already ceased... so that we may work things out further. please, heed my request."

Nowhere Place

11-10-2004, 01:07

Message from Nowhere Place to Sinear and Rotovia:

The Democratic Republic of Nowhere Place will be glad to see Sinear at the negotiating table, and requests that its gracious ally in this fight, Rotovia, attend the negotiations as well. However, before any of this happens, we ask Sinear to urge the Takian Empire to withdraw back to space. We will do the same.

- Foreign Minister Mark Dulane

Sinear

11-10-2004, 02:06

"I dont think that will be so easy. They are here for reasons unknown to me, helping us is only one of thier objectives I suspect."

Bahbland

11-10-2004, 02:23

(OOC: Sinearen President Wesley hired The Corporate Authority of Bahbland to take out Sinearian and Farminan terrorists)

Bossman 1st class Cooper, of the Bahbian Oceanic Company, watched as the two LCAC's backed out of the (San Antonio class assault ship) Baron Von Steuben's bay. Each held four Stryker APC's, four Eland armored cars and 24 squads of troops.

The LCAC's hit the beach. This land wasn't Sinear, it was Altoidia. The Altoidian Parliament, concerned with the situation in Sinear, was sympathetic to our cause, and allowed us to use their railway system to get our counter-terror units to Sinear.

Resistance was supposed to be next to nothing, because terrorists were cowards. Cowards because they lurk in the shadows and kill innocents.

This would a long and arduous campaign.

Sinear

11-10-2004, 02:39

OOC: Sinear is land locked, and there arent many terrorists, maybe a couple hundred, but enough to cause serious damage.

Bahbland

11-10-2004, 02:46

OOC: Sinear is land locked, and there arent many terrorists, maybe a couple hundred, but enough to cause serious damage.
ooc: CRAP.

I'll fix that...

Nowhere Place

11-10-2004, 02:56

(OOC: Sorry, Taka. I'm getting those troops out, now. It's been too long that they've stayed in the country. However, I'm going to continue with this RP as long as it remains open, so you'll have more than enough cracks at my troops.)

Message from Nowhere Place:

Regardless, we still wish you to urge these forces to withdraw. You're best effort will be enough for us. As we've said, Nowhere Place also strongly urges the Takians to withdraw, as this war is no longer their affair.

- Foreign Minister Mark Dulane

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"C'mon! Move it! Get those last few men in!"

"What about that Guntank?"

"Fuck it! Just get the men and let's get out of here!"

"But we can't leave it here intact!"

"Then blow the damn thing up!"

A single large bomb in the cockpit did the trick sufficiently, blasting the Guntanks into pieces, leaving nothing that would really be of any help to those who'd study it. The last few men were packed into the remaining transport craft, and they launched off towards the fleet. At this point, the 95 aircraft that were originally assigned to on-again-off-again (for resupply) protect the men had returned to their carriers, and the other 35, newly-prepped units had taken their place as on-again-off-again escort. About 390,000 of the original 500,000 remained, as the Takians had sufficiently battered the troops. Of those 390,000, about a third were sufficiently wounded somewhere on their body. Regardless, the people of Nowhere Place would be glad to have their soldiers back alive.
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President Artemis Clark stared at the Minister of Intellegence, Andrew Coarov. Coarov was a trusted friend of Clark's, and therefore one of the few ministers that Artemis felt he could really trust.

"I want to know who's been funding these terrorist attacks. I want to know how they're training them. I want to know how they're recruiting them. Hell, I want to know everything about the damn place down to the last person who picked their ass."

"I've already got men working on it."

"Good, then make it your top priority."

Farmina

11-10-2004, 08:07

"Bahbland" muttered Major Jefferson, "I wonder what we can expect from them."
"I don't know. Another unknown to what is already too many unknowns. First of all, what was Kalantar thinking when he started this mess," said Lt Renak.
"Taka concerns me" said the Major, "Them and Wesley, the High Priest was right, that man is way to clever for his own good. And these negotiations we have allowed will cause another twist."
"Well, the orders have been matched to the word" said Lt Renak, "I have sent the communication saying that Kalantar is ready to send his ambassad to negotiate with Nowhere Place and Rotovia for lasting peace in Sinear. Oh and the Takians, but I doubt they are going to respond, and I sure don't trust them Takians."
"We shall learn their game soon enough. Now we have to wait for the invaders to accept our delegate," said the Major.
"I have a question, what if they accept Wesley's delegate and not ours?"
"Kalantar ruled Sinear when they invaded. At the moment it seems like no one rules Sinear to those inside, so I doubt the invaders have a clue who is in power. They have to accept our delegate. The one delegate that wouldn't be accepted would be the murdering, traitorous, self appointed, military backed Wesley. After the destruction of the capital and betraying his leader, other nations will be very cautious. 'Kalantar' rules Sinear, and we will ensure they recognise that."
"Sir, Nowhere Placan's are abandoning and destroying weapons and equipment," said a private who ran into the room.
"Well, scout the remains" ordered the Major, "Get some locals to salvage everything they can, even sheets of metal. Send a couple of techies in there with them, who knows what we will find."
"Yes, sir," said the private.
"Renak, I know this doesn't comply with Arch-Bishop Thurg's orders, but we haven't had a good carbombing for at least 6 hours, Find those Bahbians, they may need a welcoming present very soon."
"Yes, sir" was said and Renak quickly issued the orders.

Farmina

11-10-2004, 13:19

"Wesley" muttered the High Priest, "Mercenaries and weapons, where he is he getting the money, surely the tax system has broken down."
"Debt, that would be my guess," said Arch-Bishop Thurg.
"Then stop them borrowing," demanded the High Priest.
"You can't stop nations extending credit to Sinear," complained General Sark.
"Oh, but we can," said the Arch-Bishop, "Our holy warriors in Sinear are given a combination of harens and heacks to finance their operations. However the heacks were perfect counterfiets."
"So we made a couple of doggy heacks, do you have a point?" asked the General.
"Prices are to creeping up in Sinear. No thats a lie, war creates inflation and the heack is losing its value. Since no one has picked out the fake heacks yet, then we can afford to smuggle in a lot more. Considering the situation dodgy money isn't going to bother anyone; especially when its perfect. The heack will collapse as inflation runs rampant. As people expect more inflation they will raise prices more, creating more inflation; Sinear's monetary system will collapse. No one will extend credit to Sinear since whatever the amount they are owed will halve everyday."
"Very good, Arch-Bishop, commence your plan, God will look kindly on you," said the High Priest.
"Already done" said Thurg "The first mass shipment of heacks arrived yesterday with another 100 holy warriors."
"Don't overestimate yourself Arch-Bishop" warned the High Priest, "God tolerates success, but not arrogance."
"Would I be arrogant if I said that my plans would lead to 100% daily inflation?" asked Thurg.
"I would ask how much effort is being put into making haecks," said the High Priest.
"Printing money just gives inflation a push out the door, expectations of more inflation keep it moving."

Bahbland

11-10-2004, 14:59

The last Stryker was unloaded from the train. The train station was abandoned, it was a ghost town. This would be their base of operations, for now. Four Seahawks and four MV-22's would be here for fire support. As well as a Mobile Laser for missile/mortar defense.

Employee 1st class Page looked down at his PDA. All vehicles and all troops were accounted for. The rest of the task force had arrived a few hours ago, so they had twice the equipment (8 Strykers, 8 Elands, 4 Rooikats, 4 Rhinos, 400 Marines.)

"Load up!" Page shouted "I want us out of here in five!"

He climbed into the turret of his Rooikat tank, and saw something out of the corner of his eye. He looked to see Farminian troops, crawling through the brush, getting ready to ambush!

"Hostiles! 3'o'clock!" he screamed as he cocked the machine gun, and let a five second burst go in their direction. There was an explosion farther up the road leading to the capitol. A couple of soldiers, twisting horribly as they fell, were caught off guard and hit by bullets.

An MV-22 strafed the area with a gatling gun, and everything went quiet.

Yallak

11-10-2004, 15:48

Encoded Transmission to Sinear
To: Wesley of Sinear
Subject: An Offer

While we do not condone the actions of your government, we do condem the interfence of other sin your nations affairs.
If you wish to retain and regain complete control of your nation without meetings the demands of the warmongering nations which have invaded you, then i offer you the following:

The Empire of Yallak will supply you with the latest in it advanced military creations to combat your enemies.
Missle cruisers capable of striking your enemies from international waters
Hundreds of our most advanced fighter planes
As many as 2 million infantry and thousands of armoured units

We would ask only one thing of you in return - to sell the Empire Uranium at fair cheap prices.

Please respond as soon as possible

Emperor Balor of Yallak

Nowhere Place

11-10-2004, 22:45

"Sir, the mission was successful. Our men are safe, and the recovery are already approaching Nowhere Place. At the most, the last ship should be back in a day and a half."

"Excellent news! And this has been told to the media?"

"Yes, Mr. President."

"Even better! I'll address everyone the day they touch down! And we'll honor every one of them! Meanwhile, have there been any reports from Intel?"

"Some, sir. They don't have much, but they do say that Farmina might somehow be implicated."

"Farmina? Ah. They were condemning our peace-keeping actions at the beginning of the war."

"That's right, sir. We're not totally sure it's them, though, or that the terrorists are state-sponsered."

"Then how did their name come up?"

"Captured terrorist, sir. From the second roadblock bombing. Got a little "truth medicine" in him, sir, and he sang like a canary, they said. Of course, they don't know if he was fed that, or if it's the truth. We haven't been able to find out."

"You mean there was one left alive!? And I wan't told!?"

"Apparently."

"Well, now I know... Don't let this happen again. We can't hope to catch these guys if Intel can't even get facts through to the President. Milk this guy for all he's worth, and tell them to find any possible links that could suggest Farminian action. Now that we have a lead, we'd might as well follow up on it..."

Bahbland

11-10-2004, 23:19

TO: President of Nowhere Place
FROM: Cheif Executive of Corporate Association of Bahbland, Aaron DeAngelis
SUBJ: Troops

need guides stop terrain is hazardous stop bridges out stop need volunteers from nowhere place military to assist bahbians stop will be paid greatly stop volunteers only stop thank you stop

Nowhere Place

12-10-2004, 00:53

Message from Nowhere Place to Bahbland:

The Democratic Republic of Nowhere Place will send no troops at this time, so sorry. We just got most of our men out. We will, however, share any intellegence we gather with you.

- Foreign Minister Mark Dulane

Bahbland

12-10-2004, 01:24

Thank you!

Taka

12-10-2004, 04:18

Fire. . .

The thought was little more than a wisper, but the entire ship rocked with the power of the broadside barrage. Spears of laser and the blue trail of railgun rings streaked through the upper atmosphere, creating meteorites as they started burning in the atmosphere. Many burned up, never landing, though the sheer volume assured that some of the larger caliber rail guns struck the ground, sending up massive plumes as they plowed through hundreds of meters of soil and rock. The rain sprayed over a wide area, firing in the general dirrection of the retreating army, though by no means could it be called accurate. Stray shots rained down on the Takians as well, a few unlucky ones caught in the ortillary barrage and torn limb from limb. The collem of troops closed the last few metes to maxium range, heavy tanks pausing as they opened rocket pods. The troops grabbed hold of the light tanks and MBTs, ants clinging to the sides of the vehicles as they revved up to full speed.

The vehicles tore across the landscape, the stray trooper firing assault rifles, though the bullets landed far from anything vital. The Heavy tanks fired, retracting thier bracing legs as the rockets left their pods. They too revved engines up and folllowed the faster assault craft, robotic arms already loading the second volley. Unguided and slow, the rockets streamed upwards towards preset coordinants. Large weapons, they were designed to be able to kill even without a dirrect hit. Like a volley of arrows, they followed thier orriginal course.

The snipers finished with the last of the aircraft, the fighters coming to thier aid, allowing them to move off. Over a mile away from the main collum, they quicly moved further towards the Nowhere Place's extraction point, preparing to set up a final ambush.

Sinear

12-10-2004, 04:24

OOC: I have bad news. I have some real life issues that I need to deal with, and I most likely wont be back, unless circumstances change, sorry guys.

Taka

12-10-2004, 04:41

((OOC: I'm sorry to hear that, if you can come back then you are more than welcome to and I hope everything sorts itself out soon for ya. as for No Where Place and I, we'll continue as I think you'r nation cna be put at a stopping place for now.))

Nowhere Place

12-10-2004, 05:30

(OOC: Good luck, Sinear. Hope everything's alright. :(

Taka, I'm more than glad to continue.)

Fire. . .

The thought was little more than a wisper, but the entire ship rocked with the power of the broadside barrage. Spears of laser and the blue trail of railgun rings streaked through the upper atmosphere, creating meteorites a s they started burning in the atmosphere. Many burned up, never landing, though the sheer volume assured that some of the larger caliber rail guns struck the ground, sending up massive plumes as they plowed through hundreds of meters of soil and rock. The rain sprayed over a wide area, firing in the general dirrection of the retreating army, though by no means could it be called accurate. Stray shots rained down on the Takians as well, a few unlucky ones caught in the ortillary barrage and torn limb from limb. The collem of troops closed the last few metes to maxium range, heavy tanks pausing as they opened rocket pods. The troops grabbed hold of the light tanks and MBTs, ants clinging to the sides of the vehicles as they revved up to full speed.

The vehicles tore across the landscape, the stray trooper firing assault rifles, though the bullets landed far from anything vital. The Heavy tanks fired, retracting thier bracing legs as the rockets left their pods. They too revved engines up and folllowed the faster assault craft, robotic arms already loading the second volley. Unguided and slow, the rockets streamed upwards towards preset coordinants. Large weapons, they were designed to be able to kill even without a dirrect hit. Like a volley of arrows, they followed thier orriginal course.

The snipers finished with the last of the aircraft, the fighters coming to thier aid, allowing them to move off. Over a mile away from the main collum, they quicly moved further towards the Nowhere Place's extraction point, preparing to set up a final ambush.

(OOC: Most of the troops were already extracted, as per one of my previous posts. Only the last few boats remain on the beach.)

The rain beat down on the beach in droves, drenching the few men left on the decks of the craft, even though they wore rain slickers. Lightning flashed intermittently, illuminating the darkness. It was sunset (even though it seemed like night), and they still weren't totally ready.

"Let's go! Let's go! The Takians could be here any minute!"

"Shit... We're so far behind. The first boats have already arrived back at the island..."

"We can't worry about that now! We've got 10,000 people riding on our shoulders to get out, so get your ass in gear! The other boats can't move until we do! We're the only one that has the right nav equippment in this shit! They're going to follow us! So let's get out of here!"

A man on the beach howled through the rain.

"We can't! We have to get in this last small SAM unit!"

"Fuck it! We've got to get out of here!"

The first missile struck further down the beach, blasting up water and sand into the air. It didn't hit any of the craft, but it was enough to wake everyone up. The remaining men scrambled onto the deck and all the hatches were sealed in an instant.

"Get us out! Get us out!"

The engines of the boat began to rev, but they were too late getting out. Another missile hit, this time on a craft to the right. The combined explosion of the missile and the ammunition within engulfed the neares ship in a fireball, and next closest ship with shrapnel. The first ship pulled out slowly as two other ships were destroyed by the missile barrage...

In the end, only the first three boats got away, and they "ran" like hell for the cover of the remaining Nowhere Place naval units sitting out in international waters.
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Admiral Watherton, still aboard the Breach (which he vowed would be the last ship to leave, no matter what happened), was furious.

"The Takians are taking out our boats, and we can't do a damned thing!? Shit! They picked a horrible time..."

"Yes sir, Admiral. It's a shit-storm out there... our men can't see a damned thing in the air."

Watherton cracked his knuckles. This storm, while not even tropical, was pouring down "cats and dogs". Until it cleared, the aircraft would be grounded.

"Well, now all that's left is to sit and pray that the Takian aircraft are having the same problem as ours. Hopefully they don't have any naval units. Tell Captain Whitney to move his Destroyers up. I want them to be the first units to greet our boys... and any guests they might have trailing them."

Farmina

12-10-2004, 06:43

OOC: Best wishes to "Sinear".

How should we continue? I propose that Wesley goes into hiding after another wave of rebellion forces him from power.

All in favor?
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IC: Wesley must have smelt his fate coming.

"It is time," was all Kalantar said, it was all he needed to say.

The brainwashed, the loyal and the devout united, hoping that they had the power to topple Wesley.

Attacks were launched all over Sinear, most trying to stretch Wesley's power, others to keep Bambians off the reactionaries backs.

But one attack was aimed at Wesley's not so secret command center.

As mortar rained on the target, Wesley's own were in clear disbelief that they had been compromised. Some ran, a few fought; but large numbers of the disarrayed defenders were torn to pieces.

"Storm the command center," ordered Major Jefferson, after the area surface had been 'cleared'.

Holy warriors and Sinearans made their way through the rubble, shifting bits, trying to find an enterance. Once inside, little was offered but surrender and meager resistance. However, Wesley was nowhere to be found.

Jefferson radioed other units around the nation, the message was clear, Wesley's men were trying to escape, to prepare to return to power. Many were slaughtered, others surrendered, but some escaped.
--
Kalantar had another message that the entire world would here, "I have returned."

Bahbland

12-10-2004, 21:47

OOC: Best wishes to "Sinear".

How should we continue? I propose that Wesley goes into hiding after another wave of rebellion forces him from power.

All in favor?
OOC: Sure!

IC: Corporal Bonham stared down between his boots in disbelief. Rebel insurgents had taken over Sinear.

The way out was cut off. The train station that was their base had been bombed. Luckily they got the laser defense system out in time. They had lost an Eland and a Rhino in the attack, along with eight troops. Supplies wouldn't come. Reinforcements wouldn't come. Radio was cut-off.

They'd just have to wait, and have faith that the Coalition of Corporations would never leave them behind. Bonham was sure that as he spoke, B-52's laden with cruise missiles were closing in on Sinear. THOR satellites were being positioned over Sinear, to blast a path out of this place. The rest of the fleet was landing on the shores of Altoidia to go and get them.

***Meanwhile...***

Cheif Executive, Bahbian Corporate Authority, Aaron DeAngelis:Your Highness, we have a situation in Sine-
Maxwell IV: Say no more, Cheif, our recon planes have found your military units, and have dropped gas and food on their locations.
DeAngelis:Thank you very much your Highness. You will be reimbursed greatly for your efforts.
Maxwell IV: What is it you need, Cheif?
DeAngelis: We need your permission to use rail line 106 again. We are sending a force to recapture the capitol.
Maxwell IV:How does this benefit the Altoidians, Cheif?
DeAngelis: How does trade and $50,000,000 sound to you?
Maxwell IV: The train is yours, Cheif. Try not to break it.
DeAngelis: It will look like the day you bought it, your Highness.

***Later...***

20 Flotillas of B-52H's (100 planes) illuminated by searchlights, flak and missiles missing their targets (due to intense jamming,) flew over the capitol of Sinear, dropping propaganda pamphlets and plastic, empty, guided missiles. Each missile, which had a camera system installed, hit the ground next to an AA emplacement. Total injuries came to 2. One when a Crewboss spilt his hot coffee, another when an Employee 1st class tripped.

The 20 Flotillas had flown halfway around the globe from Bahbland, refueling five times, just for this raid.

The purpose of the raid was to let the Sinearian terrorists and militants know that Bahbland meant business. Bahbland is capable of hitting you wherever you hide. A single airstrike could take you down.

Procco

12-10-2004, 22:04

OOC: Sinear, are you a landlocked country? Just curious.

Air Force response:

21,500 Heavily Armored Rocket/Assault fighters
5,000 Radar bypassing "Raven-9e" series PAratroop planes. Holds 9 people. Also with a light bomb attack.

Military Response:

12,000 Desert-trained troops, equipped with standard assault rifles.

Nowhere Place

13-10-2004, 04:39

President Artemis Clark stood at the podium and looked into the camera. He tried to imagine that he was addressing all the people of Nowhere Place directly, not through this black box.

"My friends, this war has cost us dearly. Over 800,000 lives have been lost. But at last, we have most of our remaining troops back from foreign soil.

As former President John Dunn said in his resignation address that the people men and women who fought in Sinear are heros. All of them. Therefore, Congress and our military have approved a new medal, one signifying the courage of our noble people in uniform. It is called the Shield of Sinear, and will be given to all of the survivors of our ill-fated campaign. It will, henceforth, be one of the most prestigious awards in our military. It will only be given to those who show unwavering, exceptional courage in the line of fire, and I dare say that they have done just that."

There was uproarious applause throughout the country.

"However, there are still some troops leaving Sinear, and they are still under fire. We ask that you pray for their souls (if you believe in it), so that 'divine intervention' can return our people faster. Thank you, Nowhere Place, and good night to you all."

The broadcast ended.

Farmina

13-10-2004, 10:05

OOC: Sinear doesn't have a capital at the moment, General Wesley destroyed it shortly after he came to power. Also Sinear is an island.
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IC: The High Priest was in a good mood for a change.
Well he was nearly in a good mood. "What do you mean Kalantar is showing signs of independence? Sinear can't have a ruler that goes around making his own decisions. Arch-Bishop Thurg, you have the most powerful character I know. You shall be Kalantar's spiritual adviser. That should keep him under control."
"Yes, sir," said Thurg, "I presume that we will supply some sort of aid to the new government of Sinear."
"Of course, I shall try to get as much as I can. Succeed in your new post and you will have made the worth of 1000 holy warriors," said the High Priest.
----
"People of Sinear, I Kalantar have returned to you. Farmina promises to help rebuild this nation. A new currency will be issued after the unfortunate inflation of the conflict. Farmina infantry will bulk up our fledgling army. The Sinearan army is rearming so Sinear can defend itself now the Nowhere Placan invasion is over. Farminan harens will pay to rebuild our great cities. Re-establishing law and order will be a priority. Our schools will soon be full of children, learning what has been done. Also a new capital will be constructed in the city of Redian.

Wesley is defeated, but certainly not dead. His men are alive and continuing to resist. In time we will crush these terrorists and the wheel will turn full circle. The murderer Wesley, when caught will be tried as such; specificly with regard to the destruction of our beloved capital.

To all nations, we beg only peace, let the new government try its best. I have a new team which will play a great role in governing.

Specifically to Bahbland; we are the government know, Wesley can't pay you the promised some. However we are prepared to negotiate some compensation, perhaps even a healthy sum to crush Wesley's terrorists.

And to Farmina, your aid is great, your efforts are thanked, and your advice is wise; but I am by no means a puppet.

Kalantar out."

Only time would tell what twist was next in store for Sinear.

Nowhere Place

13-10-2004, 22:53

"... So, 'Kalantar' mentioned Farmina, eh? For some reason, I smell foul play."

Former-General Charles Gawkin, the Minister of Defence, nodded.

"The connections between Farmina and these pro-Kalantar insurgents are too great to go unnoticed. Mr. President, I'd say it would be in the best interests of this nation to-"

"Declare war on them? You jump too quickly, Gawkin. The rope might catch you on the pad of the foot one of these times."

"Then what do you suppose we do, Mr. President."

"Simple. We find out everything we can about the Farminain political and social structure. See what makes them tick. We also check further ties between the two. Once we have hard evidence, we'll issue our ultimatum. Not until then. We can't risk anything too great at the moment. We must bide our time, first. Finally, we must search out the terrorists that might be in our midst. Anything suspicious (like the sighting of important buildings, repeatedly) and I want to be the first to know about it."

Bahbland

13-10-2004, 23:32

OOC: Sinear ain't an island, it's landlocked! Sinear said so himself! Though I would prefer it being an island... As to the capitol, I meant largest enemy held city. Yeah, right... :p

OOC: Procco, who's side are you on?

EXECUTIVE ADDRESS TO BAHBLAND ... Farmina expects us to back off now that Wesley has gone missing, and that we would assist them. That we would switch to the stronger side at the first sign of trouble. It is here that Farmina is wrong. Bahblnd is not twofaced. We do not back down from contracts. Bahbland will continue fighting for Sinear until a representative of Sinear calls the contract off.
This war isn't about money anymore, with our membership in the ATP (Anti-Terrorism Pact) we have sworn to stop all nations from using terrorists.

***later...***
15 EC-17's cruised low over Sinear, dropping pamphlets and broadcasting over radio stations and on on-board loudspeekers "PEOPLE OF SINEAR! THIS IS YOUR ALLY BAHBLAND! PLEASE STOP ALL ACTS OF TERROR SO WE CAN ASSIST YOU!"

BAHBIAN TELE-MAIL 18100051433
TO: President Artemis Clark, Nowhere Place
FROM: Bahbian Oceanic Corps Destroyer Burt Rutan
SUBJ: WE CAN HELP
HEARD YOUR TROOPS WERE PINNED ON BEACH STOP CAN ESCORT TO INTL WATERS STOP FREE OF CHARGE STOP GIVES US THE GO STOP

B.M. RODGER HAGAR, I.B.S. BURT RUTAN

Nowhere Place

14-10-2004, 00:06

Coded message to Bahbland:

Our remaining troops have gotten off the beach. however, our escort fleet needs further support against Takian forces. It would be greatly appreciated if we had a little help. The Democratic Republic of Nowhere Place is willing to pay for these services.

-Foreign Minister Mark Dulane

Bahbland

14-10-2004, 01:23

Sending 3 frigates, 2 destroyers and 1 Seawolf attack sub to help.

Nowhere Place

14-10-2004, 04:12

Message to Bahbland:

We are thankful for your help. The command ship of the fleet is the Breach, a Kitty Hawk- class carrier. We ask that you work in conjunction with our Admiral there, Admiral Watherton.

- Foreign Minister Mark Dulane

Farmina

14-10-2004, 09:22

Kalantar cleared his throat.
"My people, I have returned, but others have not left. Wesley is in hiding, but we shall leave him there for now. Sinear is rebuilding, but life here will never be the same. Bahbians refuse to leave our lands, or fight by our sides. We no longer need to use rebellion and bombing to gain power we have it. To Bahbland, we need violence no more, so we won't use it anymore, unless you make us. But know we have convential weapons on our side. How many more must be killed before this is over. I will fight, if I must, but I fear that little will be left of Sinear.
To Taka and Nowhere Place, you are both to leave my lands immediately unless you can provide good reason for your staying. All my troops have been pulled away from the occupied area, so please leave.
And to the people, please don't let your resolve fail now. Kalantar out."

As the transmission ended, an explosion rocked the world outside the bunker. Kalantar decided that perhaps he should have commited troops to hunt down Wesley after all.
---
The High Priest felt alone. Now that Arch-Bishop Thurg was advisor to Kalantar, the High Priest felt like he was surrounded by fools, possibly because he was.
"What do you mean we have 20 holy warriors hidden all throughout Nowhere Place?" he demanded, "Let me suppose they are just carrying around incriminating evidence while they are at it."
"They haven't done anything, so there can't be any evidence" said the General, "Besides Nowhere Place will neither find our Holy Warriors or have the troops to act even if they did. Remember they have just been massacred by the Takans, and there is probably more where that came from."
"No they will just be lined up against a wall and shot for spying" yelled the High Priest, "Isn't that what they charge people with if they don't seem to be doing anything wrong, but they seem suspicious."
"Well we use sodomy laws for that," said the General.
"Sodomy is a very serious and evil crime!" exclaimed the High Priest.
"I think we are getting off track" said the General, "What do you want done with these holy warriors, since at the moment they are just acting like normal people, except with great deals of weapons hidden in their residences?"
"Let them be," said the High Priest, "Let them live normal lives and earn money. Perhaps we can get our hands on some of that money. But we must be silent, and certainly not extract them, very risky. We can't get caught, even if its to be caught doing nothing."
"Clean hands, thats a change" said the General, "By the way did I mention one of the holy warriors was a bishop."
"You do let things slip your mind General" said the High Priest, "Have him start to start a "Grey Catholic Church of God" in Nowhere Place, if you can send the order covertly. We should use this chance to spread our beliefs."
"Very well," said the General.
"No actually" said the High Priest, "I have a new job for you."
As he clapped his hands two holy guards entered the center of the Golden Abbey, "Take this fool to be killed, and have these orders followed up," handing one of the guards a recording of the conversation.

Farmina

14-10-2004, 13:56

The transmitter began to send the message.
"President Artemis Clarke, we of Farmina have a message for you. I am a spokesmen for the High Priest of Farmina. We wish to inform you that we have captured one of your spies in our ranks. He seems to be interested in Farminan politics. An interesting field for a spy, but we of Farmina are open peoples and will return you spy, after further interigation. It is proposed that the President of Nowhere Place and the High Priest of Farmina take part in direct video link negotiations, and his holyness will answer all your questions. Over and out."

Perhaps this was a window into the shadowy world of Farmina.

Nowhere Place

15-10-2004, 03:56

Clark knew what he had to do immediately. Their spy had been caught, and no doubt that Farmina most likely had agents within Nowhere Place... but Clark had a plan. As soon as the red light of the camera went on, his plan went under way.

"People of Nowhere Place, I have some to update you, personally, on the state of security in our great nation. As of now, our intellegence services have told us that Farmina may have been a spectral backer and trainer of Sinearan insurgents. Insurgents that attacked our troops. They may mean to harm us from within, as they did to Sinear. This will not be allowed. I swear, under oath, as your president, that I will die before I let anyone hurt this grand country! So, I ask you, people of Nowhere Place, not to waiver in your resolve of what is right. Our spirit, not our arms, will be the key in defeating the evil that raises its head!"

All across Nowhere Place, anti-Farminian sentiment grew widely, as expected. However, because there were no Farminians (at least, that the people knew of) in the country. The people of Nowhere Place were strengthened in their resolve against terrorism, and Clark's approval rating (already astronomical) grew to "biblical" proportions. This man could be trusted. He'd done his best to bring the troops out of Sinear, despite the odds, and for the most part, succeeded. He had empathized with the victims. He had mourned and honored them. He was honest. He addressed his people diretly. And the people hung on his every word. The broken families of Nowhere Place gained new resolve: now they would give the country strength, after their loved ones had died defending the liberties of others.

In his office, later, Clark grimaced. He hated losing a good spy, but there was no choice. He had once been a spy, himself. He knew the business. "you get caught, you're on your own." Clark had never been caught, but it didn't mean he didn't sympathize. Even if they tried to torture the spy, they mught not get anything from him. He was trained not only in the arts of combat, but in the "arts" of suicide as well. Bite off your own tongue, you tell nothing, you die. That was it. And even if he did talk, he still wouldn't be of much help. He would have no idea about the current situation back home. Horrible thinking, Clark knew, but the man had been sacrificed for the good of his country. Slowly, he dictated the orders and message to his aide. The active military units (at that moment), were to be put on highest alert, as were all law-enforcement and emergency forces. Nowhere Place took great pride in their people in uniform, and they were known as some of the best around. Farmina would have to get through a united Nowhere Place to strike.
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The message to Farmina was simple:

We have no interest in doing business with you, regardless. We know full well your intentions. As of this moment, a trade embargo will be emplaced upon your country, and that's just the first step in a long road of actions should you try anything further. Good day to you, madman.

- President Artemis Clark

Farmina

15-10-2004, 05:48

"Exile" thought Arch-Bishop Thurg, "That is what my new assignment is. 'Advising' Kalantar is a curse."
There was a knocking at the Arch-Bishop's door.
"Come in."
"Arch-Bishop" said Major Jefferson, "I am here to report that my holy warriors are preparing to disembark for Farmina, I just need you confirmation."
"Sorry Major, but your stay here has been extended" said Thurg, "The generals in Farmina have suspended the arrival of the regulars, so I'll need whatever I can get to hold down the rebels and Bahbains."
"And you can join me in my exile," he added to himself.
"I'm aware of the change in circumstances, but I understood it that I was still to return the holy warriors to Farmina, because the generals are panicking."
The Arch Bishop quickly reviewed the email from the generals, realising that it actually called for not only all Farminan troops to return to Farmina, but also the Sinearan army, to leave the ruined nation.
"Take half the holy warriors" resigned the Arch-Bishop, "Take a mix of Farminan and Sinearan. If the generals ask about the rest, say that large numbers were killed and the rest are staying to defend Sinear."
"Very well, but that is a dangerous choice," said the Major.
"If the generals want the rest of the holy warriors, they can come and get them," said Thurg.

Playing the generals at politics was a dangerous game, one that even the High Priest was cautious about.

Nowhere Place

15-10-2004, 22:42

Encoded message to Bahbland:

Bulk of Sinearan army on the move. Farminians also believed to be among them, possibly in commanding roles. We highly advise you to strike them, hard and fast. Our own forces will arrive as soon as possible.

- Nowhere Place International Intellegence Agency

Farmina

16-10-2004, 03:21

“Enter,” said the High Priest.
The door swung open and the recently promoted Colonel Jefferson, fresh back from Sinear entered.
“Sit down” ordered the High Priest, “And explain to me these documents.”
“These are reports relating to casualties and recruitment in Sinear,” said Jefferson.
“The generals wanted all holy warriors to return to Farmina” pointed out the High Priest, “Why do the numbers not add up?”
“Arch-Bishop Thurg needed holy warriors to defend Sinear, so he kept around a hundred and said that if the generals wanted them they can come and get them,” said Jefferson.
“Only a hundred” mocked the High Priest, “I know these reports have been faked. If he was going to defend Sinear he would need more than 100. Let me guess he asked you to leave him half, and use these forms to cover up the gaps.”
Jefferson knew there was no point lying, “That is correct your holiness, but he needed something.”
“You fool” shouted the High Priest, “You think you left him half the troops, but Kalantar had been faking reports long before you were ordered to return.”
“So how many troops did we really leave in Sinear?” asked Jefferson.
“More than 1,000 holy warriors, but it hard to judge,” said the High Priest.
“What will happen to me?” asked Jefferson, realising he who was deceived and not the deceiver.
“I have a task for you, I need an agent in the military, one who may quickly rise to the rank of general,” said the High Priest.
“May I ask why?” said the Colonel.
“I need to shift the voting balance of the Generals in my favour, and one who would have voted against me just had an unfortunate accident, so if I advise that you are again promoted,” said the High Priest, leaving the sentence open ended.
“And what will happen to Arch-Bishop Thurg?” asked Jefferson.
“I don’t honestly know” said the High Priest, “Perhaps he will give us an acceptable proposal, but the inclining of the Generals is to invade Sinear. However with the uncertainty of what Nowhere Place is planning after this mobilisation that isn’t a viable option for a while.”
---
The priest finished morning praise and thanked the locals for attending. This Grey Catholic wasn’t Farminan or Sinearan, he was Nowhere Placan. He had learnt the religion from a priest in Fantasy, who he had only just become aware, was really Farminan. Now that praise was over, the priest had work to do. He climbed part way up the mountain and into the cave the Farminan had described. Inside was a strange device, a Farminan trans-jam. The priest inserted the disk as instructed.

“People of Nowhere Place, I am the Grand Chancellor of Farmina, representative of Farmina’s elected councils. In recent weeks there has been talk of war between Farmina and Nowhere Place. This is not the will of Farmina. Perhaps I should remind the people of Nowhere Place;
First, Taka is still out there.
Second, that Farmina is capable of fighting.
Third, Nowhere Place is led by the incompetent fool Artemis Clarke, who helped send nearly 1 million young, innocent Nowhere Placans under John Dunn, to their deaths in Sinear, to accomplish nothing apart from ruin the lives of the Sinearan civilians. And this is not the first such failure.
Fourth, Sinear is still furious at Nowhere Place, has rearmed and is ready for war.
Fifth, there is no reason to suspect an invasion of Farmina will not turn out like the invasion of Sinear.
Sixth, the military of Nowhere Place is still in disarray after the invasion of Sinear.
Seventh, the allies of Farmina are on high alert.
Eighth, the spy caught by Farmina has been returned; due to his lack of status as any sort of threat.
Ninth, there is discontent in the Nowhere Placan military due to the president’s decision to send them into massacres previously, and no certainty that they will not mutiny.
We hope that Nowhere Place considers these factors before acting foolishly, again.”

The priest packed the device up into its transportable form, placed it in his pack and left to find it a new hiding spot.
---
“Lt Harris, I would like to tell you that you have been promoted to Major and are now in charge of the holy warriors,” said Arch-Bishop Thurg, as he promoted the smart, young and most importantly Sinearan man to head the holy warriors.
“Thankyou sir” said Harris, “May I ask, how many holy warriors there are actually here in Sinear.
"Well Major, the is about 2,500 holy warriors plus the Sinearan conventional forces under General Vertox. Your holy warriors aren't just Sinearan or Farmina either. Most keep their nationalities quite, but you get all sorts fighting in the name of God."
"Very well, what is my first assignment?" asked the Major.
"Well the situation regarding the Takians is rather unclear. They were attacking the Nowhere Placans but they are gone, however there are reports of skirmishes between Takians and the Bahbians after the Bahbians covered Nowhere Place's retreat."
"What does this have to do with me?"
"Bahbains will come after us in time. They are already pushing towards Redian with a slight thrust. So I want you to make life difficult in this town, pointing to a staging point of the Bahbians on the road to Redian. Bomb as many as Bahbian setups as possible. This will be followed up by an attack by the regulars. We have to ensure life is always difficult for the demon lovers."
Harris nodded and went off to make preperations.
Thurg quickly typed a message and transmitted it to President Artemis Clarke.
To President Clarke; From Arch-Bishop Thurg
I have recently fallen out of favor with the current rulers of Farmina, specifically the Generals but to a lesser extent the High Priest. I believe that we have a common foe and perhaps we may be of use to each other.

Nowhere Place

16-10-2004, 04:17

Here, however, was the problem with the broadcast. The people of Nowhere Place weren't stupid. It was obvious that the Farminians knew nothing of the Nowhere Placean political or military structure. These things, of course, were common knowledge.

First, that it was President John Dunn who had moved the troops into Sinear, on a vote in favor by Congress. Dunn had resigned after the war had been lost. Clark had taken his place and gotten the troops out. He'd done his best in a bad situation, and had told Kalantar in no uncertain terms to shove it out his ass: No troops would stay behind in Sinear. He had solemnly promised to do his best, and against overwhelming odds, he'd brought almost 700,000 of the troops back. The population, needless to say, was thrilled.

Second, it was well known that only a fraction of Nowhere Place's military had been sent to Sinear. The people took a ton of pride in their men and women in uniform. A full 5% of the country was in the military.

Third, the people of Nowhere Place were well aware of the Takians, and were furious at them. They were feared, but hated much more for what they'd done to a retreating force. It had raised morale greatly to see that Clark had gotten the soldiers out, even against them.

Fourth, the same went for Sinear. If they hated the Takian empire, they hated Kalantar that much more. He would have experimented on their kin. Unthinkable. Not only that, but they were also well aware that Nowhere place had given them quite the last hurrah. They'd totally smashed in Sinear's capitol, even before it was nuked. The only thing that had stood in the way of victory was the Takians. The men who had come back were with their families. Any resentment they felt was mainly directed towards Sinear, Taka, and (in a few cases) Dunn. Farmina, having just been announced as a threat, became another object of their ire. They would have all died there had it not been for the quick thinking of Clark and General Cobane. They were forever indebted. Clark was not Dunn. He had saved them, not broken them.

It was no secret. The vast majority of Nowhere Place knew a fraud, and they cried foul.
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Clark sat in his office.

"Resilient, aren't they?"

"Yes sir. We've found that the broadcast emanated from the mountains."

"I'm not so worried about them, here. It'd be easier to turn their country into rubble."

"I'd assume so..."

"So, how is the populous doing?"

"Well, the war was unpopular among some, as are most wars, but from you did the right thing in your release, Mr. President. They were alerted to the threat before Farmina put in its move. There's been almost no reaction so to speak, sir."

"Cobane?"

The grizzled, old general sat in an armchair to Clark's left. He had been promoted to Supreme Commander of the Nowhere Place Army. General Salazar (much older than Cobane, even) had wanted to retire, and felt that he'd found a suitable replacement.

"With all due respect, Mr. President, I know my men. You're a fuckin' hero. If you and Congress hadn't come through for them, they'd be dead. They know that. They'll follow you to the ends of the Earth, Mr. President, and that's no God-damn lie!"

Clark nodded gravely.

"Push may come to shove, yet. Hopefully those words of yours aren't a prophecy. Anyway, we must consider Farmina and the Takians. How are our chances with each?"

"Farmina's a pushover, sir. A light-weight. They're no problem. Taka is different. We should strengthen ties in case they attack. The spirit of our people can only go so far, in this case."

"Right... We'll ask Rotovia and Bahbland for assistance. Hopefully they'll help us... And talk to that man Thurg. See what he wants. Don't give him any information, though. Can't be too careful. Now, lastly, I want the Second Fleet deployed. I want them to head towards Farmina, but stop well out of range. Make sure this order is secret. Let them see us."

"But sir, that's a big-"

"I know. Which is why it will work. They'll know that we mean business. Give them the new water-type Zakus, too. They'll help a great deal, I know it."

Farmina

16-10-2004, 04:46

OOC: I noted in my last post that Clarke had administrated the attack under former President Dunn, but that doesn't matter, the transmission was largely a failure.

IC:Thurg was glad that Nowhere Place was willing to talk.

To President Artemis Clarke

I have been exiled for my talent. Things are changing in Farmina. The councils are looking to reclaim their former power. I would like to be of service to you in culling Farminan military activity. However I have terms, first there shall be no permenant occupation of Farmina, you shall ensure Farmina's soveriegnty, Farmina's right to choose its own form of government and when you are finished you will allow me to return to Farmina from this forsaken place.

From Arch-Bishop Thurg

Now he had a good card to play against the Generals.
---
Down in the small town of Crieche', the Sinearan forces were preparing to cull this part of the Bahbian army.
Kalantar's voice boomed through the town using a trans-jam, "People of Crieche', fight for your nation. Kalantar out."
The message was simple, but awoke those with broken minds and informed the holy warriors to attack.
Carbombs and molotov cocktails hit Bahbain targets with verying levels of success. Citizens took up arms and fought mindlessly.

Outside the town Colonel Riley watched, but he wasn't prepared to start the full attack, not yet. "Send two groups of light tanks foward one on the left and one of the right of the town; and then take up defensive positions. Let them deal with the rebellion first, no point wasting regulars," yelled the Colonel.

Bahbland

16-10-2004, 05:48

The people looked strange. They looked at you strange. They looked scared, but anxious...

Bossman 3rd class Tyler put his hand on the fire-control for the .50 cal.

The point Stryker of the 10-truck convoy had a stereo installed, and Wagner's "Ride of the Valkyrie" was playing as loud as it would go.

Then all hell broke lose.

Twin car bombs exploded as the point Stryker ran over a trip wire. The music died, and machine gun fire broke out from the windows of nearby buildings. Molotov cocktails rained down, lighting trucks on fire.

The driver slammed the Stryker into high gear, pushing Tyler back in his seat as he fell into it, closing the hatch at the same time. He swung the .50 cal around as he started screaming "SH*T! SH*T! SH*T! SH*T!" pulling the trigger at any muzzle flashes from windows. Tyler was slammed around the cabin as the Stryker ran into parking meters and bumped parked cars, avoiding the car-bombs and the fire-bombed hulk that a minute ago was a Stryker playing Wagner.

An MV-22 went down the road, strafing all the cars with miniguns to make an escape route for the remnants.

Two SH-60's could be seen slinging rockets like crazy into a four story apartment building. Bricks and mortar fell into the street on burning semi hulks.

Tyler looked back, the aft Stryker had overturned after hitting a compact car. The troops were still alive. "TURN US AROUND! WE GOT GUYS BACK THERE!!"

The panicked driver swerved, missing a building by mere centimeters at 50kph. A Kawasaki was plowed over. A molotov impacted the second right tire, slowly melted some of the rubber, then died.

Tyler hit his forehead on the screen as the driver slammed on the brakes. Six guys made it out, two of them were wounded. The door dropped and the on-board marines filed out. Four men came out of a bakery with AK-47's, and fell as M16 slugs ripped through them. The wounded were loaded in first, then the able-bodied troops piled in, firing their M16s until the door was all the way up.

Where was the Rooikat? He panned the .50 cal around to see it blow out the side of a light tank. A Farminian light tank. Three of the tires were popped and it was burning from a Molotov.

Another exploded. Who did that? The Rooikat was limping away. Four AH-1Z's flew over, and he heard the sound of brass casings falling on the hull.

They were winning.

Nowhere Place

16-10-2004, 07:22

OOC: I noted in my last post that Clarke had administrated the attack under former President Dunn, but that doesn't matter, the transmission was largely a failure.

IC:Thurg was glad that Nowhere Place was willing to talk.

Now he had a good card to play against the Generals.
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Down in the small town of Crieche', the Sinearan forces were preparing to cull this part of the Bahbian army.
Kalantar's voice boomed through the town using a trans-jam, "People of Crieche', fight for your nation. Kalantar out."
The message was simple, but awoke those with broken minds and informed the holy warriors to attack.
Carbombs and molotov cocktails hit Bahbain targets with verying levels of success. Citizens took up arms and fought mindlessly.

Outside the town Colonel Riley watched, but he wasn't prepared to start the full attack, not yet. "Send two groups of light tanks foward one on the left and one of the right of the town; and then take up defensive positions. Let them deal with the rebellion first, no point wasting regulars," yelled the Colonel.

(OOC: Oh. I'm very sorry. I must have missed that. :( This should still get interesting, though. Your terrorists can still cause trouble within my nation, if played right. ;) )

Dulane was anxious.

"This is it. This is our ace-in-the-hole."

"You think so, Mark?"

"No doubt in my mind, Mr. President. This is our chance to not only undermine Farminian activities, but to overthrow their government itself! We can get rid of their oppressive, horrid regime and put a better one in place! A free Farmina! That'd do wonders for us, especially since Sinear has exploded in our faces."

"Maybe... But this can be turned against us. What if this 'Arch-Bishop Thurg' is no better than their current dictator? Then they have the moral backing to cry foul. Or, he could be a plant..."

"A good point, Mr. President, to be sure, but we can't afford to be too wrong, here. If we can effectively cause a power-struggle within Farmina, that will remove a lot of Kalantar's backing. Then all we have to really worry about is Taka. If he's a plant, it won't make much difference, anyway. All we have to do is give him minimal compliance."

"I know that..."

Clark stared into space for a few minutes, thinking.

"Tell him okay. However, no specifics. Just ask him what he needs done. Tell him that we'll even smuggle him into Farmina, if need be. I won't pass the opportunity up, but I will be wary of it."

Farmina

16-10-2004, 07:28

The Colonel looked down at the city. The rebellion was being crushed at cost, just as planned. "Looks like we have'em all nice and in the city," he said as he put on his earmuffs.
Everyone knew what putting of the earmuffs meant. "Fire," yelled a major and it was an order to the entire battery of attilery.
Shells began raining down on the city. The major gave a hand single, since he couldn't yell in the horrendous racket.
Sergeants began hammering the communications devices.

On the field the orders were clear, the tank columns were to smash Bahbain postions on the town's flanks, while not piercing the city itself. "Lets see them eat metal," yelled the Lt Raisen, as he got in his tank and prepared to smash anyone foolish enough not to be in the city.

Farmina

16-10-2004, 09:04

Another trans-jam was activated in Nowhere Place.
However this one was not an address. It was a compilation of chilling images from Sinear, the ruined men and lives. Cities in flames, bodies mangled and children with burnt off faces. Bloodied soldiers running in terror from Takians and Sinearans. The scene of the terrorist car bombing of the checkpoint. In the background, a cold tune that would send a chill through the spine could clearly be heard. Then at the end, there was a calm white text, with a calm voice over, "This is Sinear, what will Farmina be like?"
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Thurg realised that now he had Nowhere Place onside, he realised he didn't exactly have a plan. "But does Nowhere Place," he wondered.
The attack against Bahbians had began and results were unclear.
Thurg knew that he had to get the Farminan chancellors onside if he wanted to shift power against the High Priest, but he needed the High Priest if he wanted to move against the Generals. But the time to return wasn't yet. He had however started making allies in Farminan politics, he just needed to survive until everything was in place and he could call upon Nowhere Place to put everything right. For now he just had to settle for indirectly ruling Sinear.
"I must bid my time."
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The High Priest was sure that the world thought he was a fool. A Nowhere Placan fleet sat off the coast. Thurg was making dangerous friends. Some things were going well. A new message had been delivered in Nowhere Place. Industry was going at full capacity in preperation for any war that may come. Submarines were targeting the fleet and Nowhere Place was well aware of it. "The Generals would love for something to touch off," he thought.
Then he realised that they may have been plotting that exact thing. Thankfully things were not bad, but they certainly were not good. "God give me strength," muttered the High Priest.
He knew he had enough operatives in Nowhere Place to tear it apart, but that would involve the loss of all of Farmina.
"This can't come to pass," thought the High Priest.
And so he prepared a message for Artemis Clark.

To Artemis Clarke
It is not usually Farmina's way to use diplomacy. However things have come to pass, Arch-Bishop Thurg's re-alignment has not caused shifts in Farminan politics, but it has caused already existent changes to accelerate, including the push to increase the power of the elected councils. This is no time for foriegners to interfere. I suggest you withdraw your fleet. Our submarines have locked onto you, but we realise we will come off second best. It is my hope that the Generals lose power in the next play of the game. We also suggest you don't trust Thurg. He is too clever for most men and will betray you quickly.
From the High Priest

Nowhere Place

16-10-2004, 10:30

This time, Nowhere Place was ready. As soon as the trans-jam activated, another jam took hold from the government. A communications blackout followed. The commercial never aired in its entirety. In fact, it aired a total of twenty seconds. And the point of origin of the original jam was traced. It was easy, too. For the machine to hack the Nowhere Place media, it had to get through the satellites... which recorded all of their feeders in a database, like all good media satellites. Within moments, police forces were infiltrating the caves.
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Clark had told them about Farmina's plan. He was honest. He told them that Farmina wanted the people to see photographs of Sinear, of the innocent blood spilled. Men who show-boated the horrors of war were true monsters. None of this would have happened if the governments of Sinear and Farmina had not been so inhuman and corrupt. Repressive regimes like that cannot exist, otherwise they will cause sadness for the rest of the world. Nowhere Place had a moral obligation to depose of these horrible dictators, in the name of justice. He was enraged. He was horrified. And the majority of the populace mirrored his feelings. Yes, there were anti-war demonstrations, but they did not really effect the situation much, and Clark's approval rating remained at an amazing high level. Retaliatory strikes were declared.
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Admiral Constance answered the threat with an even more devastating one. The 15 Zaku Marines slipped out their special carriers, the transports Mathis and Mt. Gigantic. Each was equipped with a SUBROC Gun. Their mission: To help destroy the enemy Submarines. The 5 [i]Spruance[i]-class Destroyers let off their Seahawks, which would also be tasked with engaging the enemy subs. If the Submarines got into torpedo range, they'd have quite a battle on their hands.

Simultaneously, Nowhere Place's own submarines launched their missiles, each aimed towards a specific Farminian military instillation. The FF-6 amd F-18s aboard the Aircraft Carriers were readied for launch at a moment's notice.
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The Zaku Marines divided themselves into groups of five. Each group would attack the enemy's Submarines. Once the Subs' initial positions were known, they moved in.
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"Do we still trust Thurg?"

"For the moment, yes."

"Why?"

"Because I have an idea..."

Farmina

16-10-2004, 12:31

Thurg couldn't believe it. The invasion of Farmina had begun. He had to ensure the change. Nowhere Place couldn't understand what they were facing. He had to warn them.
To Artemis Clark
Be warned, the Farminans will fight hard. Do not bomb the Golden Abbey. Occupy it, it is on the western coast, hard to miss. I repeat do not bomb it. Do not kill the High Priest or Chancellors, we need them alive. Execute all the cardinals, there are six, but only after the High Priest is secure. This is vital to my plan.
From Arch-Bishop Thurg
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"The war has begun," echoed through the Golden gardens.
The High Priest sat on the bench throwing breadcrumbs to the pigeons.
"So it is all over" he muttered to himself, "We have failed God."
"Perhaps God has failed" suggested the cardinal, "But we must still fight."
"You realise this means the Generals win," said the High Priest.
"I do" said the cardinal, "You must get inside the abbey, it is the General's hour, there is nothing we can do. If only the Nowhere Placan's understood politics."
The High Priest tore up another piece of bread, "I wish I had done this when I had the chance."
"Perhaps Nowhere Place will tire as they did in Sinear," said the cardinal.
"I wish I could be as optimistic" said the High Priest, "Perhaps I should have exiled myself."
"It is too late now," said the cardinal.
A large explosion in the distance made the pigeons scatter. "I guess I have no reason not to return to the abbey now" said the High Priest, grabbing his walking stick to stand up, "My time is up, irrespective of the war."
Holy warriors lurked through the garden, protecting the ailing High Priest without his knowledge.
"Tell the General's they win, we are at war and let them have their Grey Catholic revolution in Nowhere Place" said the High Priest, "And get Annor and MxO to send troops. Beg Ara-Akrab, but I doubt they will."
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"It's begun," echoed through the air base.
Swarms of light jet fighters took off to head for the sea, of which James was only one.
"Aim for the seahawks" said his squadron leader as they closed in, "Fire at will."
The air was alive with missiles and jets, trying to seize control of the air and protect the submarines that lurked below.
Submarines were taking casualties, three were sunk before anyone even knew the war had begun, they converged at the fleet from all directions, firing at ememy submarines when they could. The goal was simple; to get the enemy fleet in torpedo range.
The Farminan navy's only cruiser, the Faithful Fist, even had a role in the war's opening battle. It moved cautiously, with anti-aircraft weapons firing at the seahawks. "Enemy subs," echoed along the cruiser.
"Depth charges," echoed back again and the order was made into quick effect.
"I hope that fries the demon lovers," thought the captain.
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In Nowhere Place, meetings in alleys had sky rocketed in the days before the war. It was clear that plans had to be set in motion today. The Farminan, Father Guan, looked at the Nowhere Placan tied to the chair. Some people who tried the church once, weren't taken by the ceremony so 'other' methods were required. This lady had been converted. "Go, do God's work," the priest muttered, and the lady wandered off with a blank look on her face.

"Time to begin" he thought and the messages spread to begin the attack.
All sorts had become Grey Catholics; all sorts would join the revolution.

The six Nowhere Placans were walked up to the Capitol Building (or some other really big important building). Security was tight. Guards were quickly responded. "Excuse me, sirs and madam, but do you have buisiness here?" asked the guard from a safe distance.
"We do" said one, his face the picture of hatred.
"We are hear on God's business," pulling out an uzi and spraying bullets at the guards.
"In God's name," said the others, also drawing uzis.
They moved towards the building with vigour, firing, somewhat inaccurately at the guards.
Bullets flew back, snipers in position as part of the security precaution.
Uzis fired also flew up at the snipers.
The first Nowhere Placans, head exploded as a bullet ripped through it. A second as two bullets slammed into his chest. The third fell and then they came down like skittles. But the had got so close to the door, two were sprawled in blood right in front of the structure. Security guards were amazed by the massacre, they approached the bodies, but they exploded causing a massive fireball.
On the street thirty people stared up at the devestation, then suddenly half of them pulled out an array of small arms and opened fire on the surviving guards.

OOC: If this post needs some changing, I'm flexible Nowhere Place. I hope you don't mind me telling your people what to do.

Annor

16-10-2004, 14:35

The Federation of Annor refuses to dispatch troops to aid the Holy Republic of Farmina and is in favor of a limited form of regime change.

However the Federation of Annor failed to control the proliferation of weapons and most certainly failed to stop Annorans, specifically Grey Catholics from making plans to join Farmina in holy war.

100,000 Annorans collected weapons and prepared to embark for Farmina, the only problem was; they had no transport that would stand a chance against the Nowhere Placan fleet.

Bahbland

16-10-2004, 17:46

Artillery started raining down on the city.

The local laser defenses were doing well until one overheated, and was hit. Then there was a gap in the defensive arcs, and shells started getting through.

THOR was authorized.

125 miles up, a large gray honey-combed cylinder was activated. It was SBS-4, in geosync over Sinear. three of 36 small doors opened, and three 7 meter long sticks of Tungsten were shoved out. The sensors at the front of the rod were programmed to hit the artillery emplacements. The maneuvering vanes moved ever-so-slightly as they entered the atmosphere. Within minutes, the artillery emplacements would be craters.

And all for only $1,500,000

Nowhere Place

16-10-2004, 19:09

The ships responded with a burst of anti-aircraft fire, including launches of Sea Sparrow and Standard Missiles.

"Let's go, go, GO!"

Moments later, the FF-6 TIN Cod Interceptors and F-18 Hornets were launching, behind the wave of fire, which stopped so that they could launch. The 155 craft were all equipped with Sparrow Missiles, AMRAAMs, Sidewinders, or a mix of the above. They were going to smash the enemy air forces. As soon as they got in range, a wall of missiles sailed towards the remaining fighters. This wall was simply their first missile launch, to clear out even more enemies.

Farmina's torpedoes scurried around the ships, as the ships weren't within range of them. One got lucky and destroyed a recovery craft, but that was about it.
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Three of the Seahawks were destroyed before they retreated, making the job of the Zaku Marines that much harder. However, they were each equipped with a relatively limited range sonar, so they weren't blind. They could read the fall of the depth chages. One of the 15 Zaku Marines got too close, and was destroyed

"Lt. Takamura, what should we do?"

Lt. Shinji Takamura responded within seconds.

"Go around them."

"Around, sir?"

"There's only one Cruiser spreading those charges. There's no way they can get an effective spread wth just one. Go around them."

The Zaku Marines scattered and sweeped around the wall of charges, and began to converge the belly of the Faithful Fist, skirting whatever stray charges got in their way. They were supremely more maneuverable than Submarines, which the charges had been placed to destroy. The SUBROC Guns fired, and the rockets glanced towards the underbelly of the Curiser. Not waiting to see if their fire did the trick, the Zakus immediately headed back to their transports for resupply.
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"There's been an attack on the capitol building."

"Jesus! How bad?"

"25 people dead, 30 injured. No Congressmen were among the casualties or injured, sir. We have the remaining suspects in custody."

"How many?"

"15, sir."

"Make them talk. Do whatever you have to."

"Already did, Mr. President. We've located their church. An old abandoned building. Some guy stumbled upon it by happen-stance and told a police officer about it. We just thought it was an unlicensed church, though. We had no idea it was a Grey Church until the we captured these people. Our men are surrounding the area as we speak. You should address the nation."

"Right. And get a camera. I want the prisoners live and on film as I speak."
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"People of Nowhere Place, your own people have betrayed you, in favor of Farmina. They attacked the capitol building, and killed 25 people. I don't need to tell you the consequences for treason. You already know. So, before these people die, I figured that they owe you all an explanation. Well, they'll give it to right now."

The screen behind the President showed raving lunatics.

"FUCK THE PRESIDENT! FUCK NOWHERE PLACE! FUCK YOU ALL! THE GREY CHURCH HAS PROMISED ME HEAVEN!"

"YOU'RE ALL INFIDELS! ALL OF YOU! DEMONS! YOU DESERVE TO DIE!"

"I'D KILL YOU ALL, AND I'D DO IT AGAIN IF I HAD TO!"

These comments were followed up by others. The President looked stern.

"You see, friends? This is what they've done. Farmina is no better than Sinear. It is trying to brainwash you all into destroying your friends and family. This is why we must stand firm, united, and face this threat together."

Public response was widely in favor of wiping Farmina off of the map. Demonstrations were held in which the people burned flags of Farmina and defaced images of its High Priest. The number of anti-war protests dropped by half. The number of enlistees into the Armed Forces raised 30%.
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Sgt. Mathews stood outside the building. He was one of the SWAT squad leaders, and they were about to storm the building. It had been confirmed that this was the Grey Church. No question. Nobody had gotten in or out, although snipers had confirmed activity within the building.

"We're clear! Move in!"

The squad blew the door and threw a flash-bang in, as they were taught. Moments later, they charged in, securing rooms and telling the people inside to get on the ground and put their hands where they could see them. The largest room contained a make-shift alter and a chair. Mathews found stairways leading to a basement, and went in with two other men. Another squad entered the building not long after and helped to reinforce the first.

Farmina

17-10-2004, 01:27

"Lock the door," ordered Father Guan.
His plans to turn Nowhere Place into his own little empire were in tatters. But now holy warriors were everywhere, Grey Catholics were everywhere, and there was only so much Nowhere Place could do to stamp it out.
Five men were moving everything the could against the basement door. Tables, chairs, a gym set.
Guan worked frantically on the device. "Lets send these Nowhere Placans to hell.
He picked up the device, a bomb, and placed it on the door. The other five men ready their weapons in case the demonlovers entered the room. If the door was to swing open, then the bomb would remain hidden, but the timer was low to begin with.
Guan walked up the step ladder and opened the trap door, before pulling himself out into freedom. Now he had to run.
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Before the attack on the church Father Guan had ordered the second wave.
A carladdened with explosives pulled up in front of the Fantasy police station and detonated. This was the occurance all around the country, but not only police stations, anything representing the rule of the demon loving government of Nowhere Place. Hundreds of the fireballs went up around the country.
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Colonel Riley felt sick. He had never seen an attack like that in all his life. Bodies and metal seemed all that was left of the battery. "God save us," he muttered, not that muttering would help much.
The city had been hammered, but the holy warriors had sought some protection in the cellars, now they were out again terrorising the Bahbians. As the tank columns smashed the Bahbian positions on the city's flanks, the infantry followed after making trenches and laying down machine guns; forming an incomplete ring of steel.
"Be trapped or retreat," muttered Riley to himself, hoping this would be his revenge for what happened to his attilery.
Behind men looked for survivers and tried to repair the damage. "Sir, we have three fast firers ready," said Sergeant Hopkins.
"Good" said the Colonel, pointing at a map of the city, "Start deploying shrapnel rounds here, if they want to leave the city they have to go this way since our steel ring has blocked the other exits. That means their only choice is through shrapnel fire. And please try to be a little more accurate this time."
"I'll have our best surviving men on them sir," said Hopkins, who saluted and prepared the orders.
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The "Faithful Fist" was the pride of the Farminan fleet. Operative word being "was". It had become a wreck, a slightly operative wreck, a wreck taking on water fast, but none the less a rewreck. "Beach her" muttered the captain, "She's a museum piece now."

As the jets flew overhead, targeting seahawks when they could, the first submarine came into torpedo range. But half of the submarines were gone now, most destroyed others had fled or needed repairs.
"Fire," declared Lt Nerk.
The first of many torpedos flew at the aircraft carrier. Another submarine and it launched a torpedo spread, not at the aircraft carrier but at the Destroyer.
And the rest of the submarines also got closer.

Nowhere Place

17-10-2004, 01:56

(OOC: ... Annor, you wouldn't happen to be Farmina, would you? Because, you know, those actions were made by Farmina. Not Annor. I'm pretty sure you can't decide the actions of people that aren't yours... unless you got permission, and just happen to know all the things that Farmina knows. :rolleyes: Don't worry, I don't hold it against you.

Second, you have one "church", in one city. That's a hardly enough to constitute an "everywhere". Hell, you probably couldn't even "convert" the population of one city block in this amount of time, especially with the current sentiment of the vast majority of the population.)

Nowhere Place Law Enforcment and Military forces had been placed on highest alert. In other words, they were prepared for "this shit". There was more than one police station within Fantasy. The city was massive. Only one police station wouldn't work. As the explosive-laden car pulled up and detonated at the 2nd Precinct (blowing out its doors and much of its lobby), it was the only one to do so. Word of the bombing got out lightning-fast due to the high levels of alert that within moments, the other trucks were stopped. Two more detonated, but not in front of the stations. They killed a total of 12 people and injured twice as many. Those responsible, that were still alive, were captured. Because of the nature of such an operation, and because their base of operations was being raided, the bombings would take the majority of the Grey Church terrorists. Subsequently, most of them would either be in custody... or dead.
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"Command, Sniper 2. I've got a subject running from the scene. What should I do with him?"

"Kill him. No reason to let the bastards stay alive. They're all traitors anyway."

Sniper 2 aimed and fired directly at the head of the fleeing Father Guan.
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The Aircraft Carrier Fantasy was hit and began to sink, but that was just one. The others were out of range. Bad enough that the Submarines had just given away their relative positions to the Zaku Marines, which were back out, and hunting.

"We've got them! Destroy them all!"

The Zaku Marines split up. It wouldn't take more than two to destroy a Sub. Muffled roars came from under the water as the SUBROC Guns fired at their targets.
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"Torpedo in the water!"

"Take evasive! Release depth charges!"

The Destroyer began to reel around, and suffered a glancing blow. However, because the hit had not been direct, she would still float.
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"Sir, what now?"

"Call the Coast Guard. Tell them to be on alert, and to thoroughly search any approaching vessels. Also, have our Intellegence people run checks on the arms picked up with those terrorists. If there's any pattern, I want to know. They have to be getting thier arms somehow..."
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"Clear the building! Get the bastards out!"

The captured terrorists were herded out the door like cattle, in handcuffs, and packed into various containment vehicles.

"Sir, we're going to blow the basment door."

"Roger. Good following procedure."

"Thank you, sir."

The man with the detonator hit the switch, and the door blasted inward. This was followed up by a few Flash-Bangs that were thrown into the room. After the flash had cleared, the three men moved in, opening fire at all of the visible targets. Little did they know that following procedure had saved their lives. Because the door had been blown open instead of thrown open, the bomb was destroyed harmlessly, before it could arm and detonate. Howeve,r they still had to contend with the terrorists inside the room. One was hit coming through the door.

Farmina

17-10-2004, 02:37

OOC: Farmina (I) reposted what Annor posted and Annor deleted it (we use the same computer and Farmina normally logs in automatically but I forgot to check, so my mistake). We had originally intended for Annor and Farmina to be enemies, but Farmina has enough enemies as it is, so Annor is sitting out of might just add troops to an MxO force, if I ever hear back from them. Also I used the word "a" church, as in there was more than one, and "a" Fantasy police station. And yes we are running out of terrorists quicky, but theses carbombs aren't suicide bombers. You are a country of 200 million so I'm sure there could be room for quite a few traitors.
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IC: The man watched as Father Guan fell to the ground with an almighty thud. He was in charge now. Guan was a fool who ordered bombings at a a dozen a mile. The man knew that at least one other church was still in operation, but only Guan had known how many there really were.

He walked down the alley smoking his cigarette. Grey Catholics weren't allowed to smoke, but he wasn't a Grey Catholic. He was however an operative of the Farminan military, Eric Zaper. He wouldn't dare smoke in Farmina, but he wasn't so it didn't matter. Another attack, thought the man, we need to keep Nowhere Place guessing.
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People of Nowhere Place seemed afraid and with good right. They had learnt what having the war brought home was like. So far attacks had been aimed at the government and the police. However these were not easy targets. Now civilians would become the targets.

Someone had left a briefcase in the Pig's Arms, a Reliance pub. Noone paid attention to the case below the stool, they assumed it belonged to the man in the suit, but it didn't. And it certainly wasn't full of papers.
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"Fire," yelled the Commander of the last remaining sub.
The was no escape, only death in God's name.
The water was already full of torpedoes as the next spread was fired.
The machines started lowering the next round of spread of torpedos.
"Get that destoyer," yelled the Commander as another spread of torpedos were fired.
He knew that now it was only a matter of time before the Zakus did to him as they did to the others.

In the air things were slightly more favourable after the sinking of the Fantasy. However the jets were being recalled, the day was Nowhere Place's.
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The holy warriors were prepared to guard the cellar. But it was clear they couldn't. They had taken the pills before the Nowhere Placans had thrown aside. But they had a couple of minutes, so with pistols in hands they charged like madmen at the Nowhere Placan forces.

Bahbland

17-10-2004, 06:41

Colonel Riley felt sick. He had never seen an attack like that in all his life. Bodies and metal seemed all that was left of the battery. "God save us," he muttered, not that muttering would help much.
The city had been hammered, but the holy warriors had sought some protection in the cellars, now they were out again terrorising the Bahbians. As the tank columns smashed the Bahbian positions on the city's flanks, the infantry followed after making trenches and laying down machine guns; forming an incomplete ring of steel.
"Be trapped or retreat," muttered Riley to himself, hoping this would be his revenge for what happened to his attilery.
Behind men looked for survivers and tried to repair the damage. "Sir, we have three fast firers ready," said Sergeant Hopkins.
"Good" said the Colonel, pointing at a map of the city, "Start deploying shrapnel rounds here, if they want to leave the city they have to go this way since our steel ring has blocked the other exits. That means their only choice is through shrapnel fire. And please try to be a little more accurate this time."
"I'll have our best surviving men on them sir," said Hopkins, who saluted and prepared the orders.
This city wasn't like the rest.

Curfew for citizens was 2000 hours due to multiple civilian attacks.

B-52s bombarded the hills sorrounding the city during the day, while AH-1Z's destroyed anything they found during the day. Both sides were equally demolished. Not one tree stood higher than a man in the hills. Not one building was higher than three stories in the city. Farminian tanks and Bahbian tanks clashed regularly.

They were at a stalemate.

Nowhere Place

17-10-2004, 06:46

(OOC: Ah. I see. Sorry.)

A man walked into the Pig's Arms, and sat in the chair above the briefcase. Suddenly, he noted a faint beeping sound. He looked under his chair, and found the briefcase. Hoisting it up to the Bar, we opened it, and stared blankly at the red countdown.

"What the-?"

00:01

00:00

The blast decimated the place, and killed 20 people.

After this instant, the government advised the people to be wary of others carrying briefcases, large purses, backpacks, or any other piece of baggage that could be used to conceil a bomb. They also said that the first thing to do if you found left-behind baggage was to call local law enforcement, or to move the baggage to a different location where it would not cause harm to others.

Cars were to be parked in parking lots only, or specifically designated areas.

These precautions would help to prevent terrorist attacks.
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The Destroyer was sunk, but others remained.

The Zakus continued their attack upon the Subs.
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"Straits, this is Cat 1."

"Straits hears you, Cat 1."

"Enemy forces retreating. Orders?"

"Negative. Return to carier."

"But we were on the-"

"There's room. We weren't filled to maximum capacity, anyway. And some of our guys didn't come back... If there isn't room, make an emergency crash landing in the ocean. The recovery craft will pick you up. Relay those orders."

"Roger..."
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"How many fighters did we lose?"

"28 couldn't be recovered, sir. Their pilots have been picked up."

"I see. Total losses?"

"25 fighters, sir, not including the ones we couldn't recover."

"63 fighters. Shit."

"Orders, sir?"

"Tell the ships to launch missiles at their Beta targets."

"The Air Fields and Harbors, sir?"

"Indeed. We can at least repay them for the Fantasy."

"Immediately, sir."

Missiles fired at their various targets. This was Nowhere Place's second wave of missiles.
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"Shit! We need backup!"

Sgt. Mathews was hiding behind one of the vast basement's concrete supports. He was the only one of the three left.

"Sir, I need backup! I'm pinned down in the basement. Undetermined amount of terrorists. This place is big and dark that I can't pinpoint them."

"Don't panic, Mathews. We've got men on their way."

Mathews leaned out and sprayed a few rounds at where he thought their fire was coming from, then ducked back behind the pillar.

"Damn. I don't have the ammo to keep this up."

30 seconds later, reinforcements cleared the doorway and layed down some fire as they moved into defensive positions.

One of the men joined Mathews, hiding behind a pillar to Mathews' left.

"It's about time you got here, Atkins. I needed some help. Got a spare clip?"

Atkins through him a spare clip.

"You're a life saver, man."

Atkins smiled.

"That's my job."

The fire-fight raged on, neither side really seeing the other clearly through the intermittent flashes of gun fire.

Farmina

17-10-2004, 09:55

The holy warriors were running low on clips. They had suprising success for such a poorly trained bunch. Then the first collapsed, and then the second. They had swallowed the poison too soon.
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In the city of Reliance, a smart dressed business man carried a suitcase, not an unusual thing to do. Some people seemed convinced they had to carry bundles of paper around in their hands to aviod raising suspision. It was clumsy and a good way to drop something. This man however had no intention to carry his bomb around where everyone could see it. He stood at the intersaction, waiting for the green man to appear, to say it was safe to cross the road. He wasn't the only man with a briefcase and some carried large bags, but it didn't save him from an evil eye. More and more people gathered waiting for the green man. The when the green man did appear, the street corner turned into a fireball.
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The Supreme Commander of Farminan forces was most displeased. "So we can't stop them landing," he muttered.
The navy was smashed, only the few submarines that had fled at the beginning of the battle remained.
"Well, early reports show that we came out better in the air," said Admiral Seig.
"Perhaps, but it doesn't stop us no longer having a significant navy."
The Generals looked at the Supreme Commander, "So it is our turn."
"Yes," sighed the Supreme Commander, "Let us the army can do a better job than the navy."
"That wouldn't be hard," muttered General Jefferson.
The Admiral glarred at him, but refused to be drawn.
"What is more is I have had word that neither MxO or Annor will be sending the aid we factored into our plans" continued the Supreme Commander, "And furthermore, his holiness the High Priest is becoming more ill. The stress of the war is getting to him. He is an old man now, but he has had another vision, that the Nowhere Placans won't land on the north coast."
A General burst out laughing, "Well isn't he inciteful. To land on the north coast would be suicide, they would be landing in a barrel where our troops can slaughter them."
"If Thurg is pulling strings they will be going for the High Priest in the Golden Abbey," suggested Jefferson, who was playing the game for the High Priest.
"The west coast is heavily defended, especially the Abbey," said another General, "They will come from the south and sweep up into the Abbey."
"Bullocks" yelled another, "Nowhere Placans don't know geography, they will invade from the north..."
"They are firing another wave rockets," yelled a Major.
After failling to stop or even be aware of the last wave, the Supreme Commander wasn't going to allow that to happen again, "Arm the counter-missiles. Don't protect the ports, since we have no real navy. Knock down anything that goes near a valuable military target. Don't waste a single counter-missile."
The order quickly raced around the command centre. "God save us," muttered the Supreme Commander as the Generals returned to their bickering.
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The High Priest lay more than sat in the Golden Throne. He was weak now, but his mind was strong and he was using it against Nowhere Placans. So many little things need organising, most had been prepared before the war, but little things always exist. He knew that the Nowhere Placans would come for him. If they would kill him was another matter. Thurg would have told the Nowhere Placans to occupy the abbey, but did he tell them the safest approach. "Unlikely" he thought, "Thurg may be on Mowhere Place's side, but he wants them as weak as possible."
Nowhere Place was cozying up to Bahbland and Thurg, but Thurg and Sinear were against Bahbland. An unusual state of affairs.
The High Priest now needed feeding and had men carry his thrown around rather since his legs were so weak. But his mind was all there, and that was what mattered.

Farmina

17-10-2004, 11:18

The battle over Vienv was dragging into a stalemate.

Reinforcements had arrived, but more neccesary were the new supplies, especially the replacement artillery and Riley's new toy.

It was Farminan design they had only just come off the Sinearan production lines. Portable, hidable, fast and quiet; surface to air missile launches. They were hidden and ready. A nice suprise for the Bahbians when they next decided to bomb the hills. Accuracy wasn't their strong point, but making the air a firestorm that would tear up most of the attackers.

Riley thought this was going to be a quick battle. Instead it was dragging troops away from fighting the Weslites and Bahbians on other fronts, but then again it was draining the Bahbians and prevented them attacking Redian.

Tank clashes on the flanks were failing to make any progress. "Major, give those tank columns high explosive," ordered Colonel Riley, ending the bombardement of the rear of the city. It gave the Bahbians a window to escape the city, but the artillery could be retargeted if they tried. The artillery was in a better shape after being reinforced, but it was much worse than before the battle.

Holy warriors in the city were still causing trouble, but in a more limited form. Analyists may have said the main weapon was the tripbomb, but the truth was it was chaos. Restricting and slowing Bahbian movement in the city was a major goal, making it difficult for those inside the city to co-operate with those fighting on the flanks.

Riley looked down at the city, perhaps he could take it, perhaps he couldn't. He had crippled a major Bahbland base and set up strong defences. Even if that was overcome, the Colonel could pull back to the hills. And even if they fell back from there was still some distance to Redian, and the residents of Redian wouldn't sit by either.

Bahbland

17-10-2004, 16:42

B-52 0137, "Jumpin' Jackalope," of the 41st bomb group opened their bays, and prepared to release their payload of dumb bombs. Quite routine. They had been doing this every other night for three weeks. Normally the hills would be as black as night, due to the Farminians turning off their lights and dumping ice on vehicle engines to avoid smart bombs and guided missiles. But tonight there were lights all over te place. Something was up. The comm. officer picked up the mike to talk to the other bombers, but he was to late. The ground lit up so bright it was like looking into the sun. thousands of rocket contrails climbed up toward the planes. Lasers in the city vaporized some. Others had their motors die. Lots of them missed. A few of the older model rockets were shut down by ECMs, but some made it through.

The Jumpin' Jackalope lurched to port as a rocket hit engine pod three.
Another hit the tail section, ripping the starboard stabilizer off, and shredding all the hydraulic lines with shrapnel. Fuel streaming into the engines was lit on fire. The copilot reached to cut fuel lines, but he was to late. The wing exploded. The plane veered starboard, making spirals all the way down. Three parachutes were seen. Then it hit the ground, and the fuel exploded. The temperatures and shock then caused the bombs to go off.

3 B-52H's were lost, 8 damaged beyond repair, and 15 damaged. 1 came home with a sputtering rocket bomb lodged in between the engines. Upon landing, it detonated.

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As dawn broke, 33 tungsten rods, at the cost of $16,500,000, descended from the heavens and impacted the foothills. Each rod creates a crater a quarter kilometer wide, 50 meters deep, and shatters windows a kilometer away.

Soon after, 75 Rooikat tanks, 50 AT-missile equppied Strykers and 100 AH-1Z attack helicopters went into the hills. It was declared a freefire zone. JAS-39 Gripen's napalmed any suspected enemy positions.

Nowhere Place

18-10-2004, 01:48

Admiral Eugene Constance stood at the gigantic brifeing room table. Also around the table was his XO and commander of the carrier Straits, Captain Barry Kallaway, the head of the Air Force personnel for this mission, Captain Christian Jay, General Boris Chenkov, commander of the invasion forces, Lt. Senior Grade Shinji Takamura, commander of the 2nd Test Mobile Assualt Unit, Commander Jauque Morraine, commander of the 6th Mobile Assualt Battalion, and various other aids. Their task: To plan the invasion of Farmina.

Constance began.

"Well, gentlemen, we've reached a crucial point. You know why we're here."

Constance pointed at the map of Farmina before him. Models of ships represented their fleet, off of the eastern coast. Also on the map were red and blue dots, more blue than red.

"Those dots represent our second missile attack. Red indicates successful hits. Blue indicates that the target is still there. As you can see, Farmina protected its Air Fields and Army installations. However, we managed to sufficiently destroy most of their harbors."

The men around the table nodded.

"So, we find ourselves in a dilemma. At the moment, their air units outnumber ours. That's to be expected, though. We're attacking a nation, after all. However, with all of those air units, our troops won't be in a very good position."

General Chenkov chimed in his agreement.

"There's no way our guys can pull off an invasion anywhere if they're getting bombed into the ground. We have to take care of their air units, somehow..."

Chenkov then pointed to the western shore directly closest to the capitol.

"If we could successfully land there, we could take their capitol in no time. However, that's where they'll have the toughest resistance."

Jay nodded gravely.

"As you're well aware of, the Berkley is coming to replace the Fantasy. It'll be here soon. Our boys could give you air cover, but even with the reinforcements, a battle directly over our own forces could get ugly. If they send out their's in full force, I don't know how long it will be before they break through."

Jay turned toward Takamura and Morraine.

Morraine was the first to speak up.

"Guntanks can only go so far. I know that Cobane recognized their capabilities in Sinear, but their primarily made for the purpose of long-range support and bombardment. Not anti-aircraft. That's just a side-effect."

They sat in silence for a while.

Takamura pointed to a deserted beach in the southwest.

"There. We can do it there."

"What do you mean?"

Takamura was considered arrogant, but his strategic prowess was unmatched by many.

"We blast the hell out of them. Launch most of our remaining missiles at their closest Air Bases and Army installations. An attack like that will preoccupy them. Take a few of their placements down. But, while we're doing that, we get our artillery and a few Guntanks to the beach. Then, when they suddenly realize that we've landed, they'll hustle their asses off to get us. As soon as they hit the beach, we get our air units to protect them. We pick off their units as they come. And we bring up our main forces. We can stomp them flat, right there. We just have to pull it off quickly."

Those assembled approved. They'd found their plan.

(OOC: The attack has not yet commenced. I'll post it later. I have to go now.)

Farmina

18-10-2004, 08:05

Colonel Riley couldn't believe it. He had never expected such a huge counter offensive considering how much he had thrown at the Bahbians. The forces were holding up, just. That strange weapon of the Bahbians hit again tearing apart long built up positions.

He looked at the map again, as he looked Sgt. Phillips was shifting the markers again. Riley grabbed the large blue tacks on each side of the city and moved them back to the infantries defensive positions. Sgt. Phillips quickly hurried off to deliver the order. "Major Tompkins," yelled the Colonel.
The major promptley appeared, "What sir?"
"Place down a barrage at the very most foward Bahbains, here and here, with whatever you have remaining. Move the barrage with their forces. We just need them to think twice about advancing."

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The Major was impressed as he sat on top of his light beast. It the mist of the counter offensive he had managed to push the Bahbians back. "Sir, the order is coming in to fall back to the infantry positions," yelled his driver.
"Geesh" muttered the commander, "I guess others might not of got it as good as us. Okay we will pull back, but God better give me another shot."
The commander heard a noise he recognised, "Copter."
There were precautions that had been made, but they were only so much. The Colonel had assigned the tank team a ute with one of those new anti-air guns strapped to the back.
It had already begun firing, sending a wave of missiles into the air.
The Major dropped back into his tank, closing the hatch behind him. "All machines, full reverse," he yelled.
The ute would have to go foward, but the anti-air weapon was completely insensitive to direction. As they began to fall back, an artillery shell slammed into the ground where the team had been.
"That's one of ours" exclaimed the Major, "Can't they aim to save themselves."
He knew that he didn't have to worry about Bahbian tanks catching him, he hoped, but aircraft was a different matter.
"They must be close," muttered the tank's gunner as it continued its backwards journey.
The Major could see more helicopters in the air, and saw artillery falling further and further away. He just had to make it back, then the Colonel would have it all worked out, surely...

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The priest walked into the retirement home hall as he did every week. The Nowhere Placan old people took comfort from the fact that God would be waiting for them. This week however, he was a changed man. The Grey Catholics had told him the “truth” and now he was going to spread it. These retirees would hear what he had to say, and he would convince them of what they had to do for God, no matter what means.

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"This a robbery," said the man as he pulled the small weapon in the Nowhere Placan bank.
There were for in the crew and they had decided to rob the bank at its busiest, an interesting choice.
"Cops," yelled one of the armed men.
"Everyone in the vault," yelled another.
A teller quickly opened the vault after a the armed men made it clear they were prepared to use force.

It wasn't an unfamiliar scenario, but it was what happened in the secretly vault that was of concern. One of the masked men began, "God loves all people, but some people love demons."
And he was prepared to do a lot more than preach to rally more to the Grey Catholics.

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The Farminan submarine lurked deep in the water, one of those that avoided the massacre. The Commander had a clear mission and he was not alone in it, to destroy Nowhere Placan trade.

The submarine rose carefully and slowly, it was in the centre of Nowhere Place's busiest port. "Halt the engines," ordered the Commander.
He wondered if he was the one in for the surprise. "Fire three spreads, then throw the engines into full reverse."
The orders were quickly put into action.

Nowhere Place

18-10-2004, 23:40

Little did the Sub commander know that the Coast Guard (which had also been placed on high alert) picked up the Sub while it was still heading into Nowhere Place waters, and immediately informed the rest of the military. Within minutes, Anti-Sub teams (consisting of specially torpedo and/or depth charge equipped Patrol Boats and Seahawk Helicopters), were scrambled. The Seahawks arrived first on the scene, and began to fire their own torpedoes at the Sub. The Sub's fired torpedoes sunk 2 small ships.
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As they were herded into the vault, the two bank guards nodded towards each other. This was not the first time that they'd found themselves within a vault.

One of the men in the vault laughed before the preacher said another word. He was the buff, black bank guard. This wasn't the first time he'd been in a jam. He had been in the Army, and had served in the Octopolian peace keeping action before being shot and sent home.

"Ha! What the fuck are you? A preacher? You sound like one of those fuckin' lunatics from T.V.! I'm already a Catholic. I don't need your shit. I've found God, asshole. He's the one that sent me back from those fuckers in Octopolis, baby!"

The other guard, a skinnier white guy, pulled a cruxible on a gold chain from his shirt. He, too had served in Octopolis... and had come to take a job here at the invitation of his friend.

"See? Your shit ain't got nothin' on me! If you're going to rob the place, then rob it! If you don't, go to hell!"

Nobody else said anything out of fear, but a few of the others in the vault slowly noded their heads. The guards, seemingly unafraid, and encouraged by the visible nodding of heads, continued.

"So, why don't you kiss my fat ass!?"

In a flash of movement, his body honed by endless drills in which he had to throw "grenades" back at the "enemy", the black guard grabbed a sack full of coins and threw it at the preacher's head, while the other lunged at him from the side. It was obvious that they intended to play hero.
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Policemen stormed the empty bank.

"Shit. They're all in the vault."

"What now?"

"Now we blow the hinges off of that damned vault... Marvin, call HQ and tell them the current situation. The rest of us will stay here and watch that vault. Those bastards have to come out sometime, and it wouldn't take long for the explosives to get here..."
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The nurse greeted the priest at the reception desk.

"Oh, I haven't seen you before. Are you a replacement for Father Calhoon?"
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The ships were nearing the operation zone, 12 miles from shore, and the armor units were already in the landing craft. The Berkley had joined the fleet, and was maxed-out at 71 fighters, a portion of which were B-1B Lancers. Because of this, the plan had further been altered. The Lancers would be launched first, with minimal fighter escort, get clear of the ships' lines of fire, and head toward their assigned targets. Then the ships would proceed with their missile attacks, using the majority of their remaining missiles, but only against the nearest major air bases... specifically their control stations. This would ensure some major damage and confusion, as any AMM systems that they might have would be overwhelmed, especially from this close of a range. The Lancers would then go in and bomb the hell out of the army instillations. While all this mayhem and confusion was going on, the preliminary units would be heading toward the beach and unloading, the main force just behind them. The fighter cover would be launched to give the preliminary and main forces back up. The plan would not fail.

The operation commenced. The missiles and fighters were launched, and the preliminary forces started their unloading onto the beach. The many SAMs were unloaded first.

Farmina

19-10-2004, 07:09

OOC: Its the same priest at the retirement home as usual; he has just been "convinced" his previous beliefs were wrong.
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The submarine attack had failed to do major damage. Another submarine gone. But it would certainly have made the Nowhere Placans and their chums more conservative about trading.
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The five bankrobbers pulled out their weapons and opened fire, quickly releasing rapid rounds into the targets and a few others by accident. The four were armed with semi-automatic pistols so they could certainly put a lot of ammo into the air.
"Try anything funny and we will execute hostages with an explosive," yelled one of the robbers, hearing a noise outside, "Move well away from the door and we will stop shooting."
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Counter missiles were in the air, trying to knock down as many of the Nowhere Placan missiles as possible.
"I want revenge" declared the Supreme Commander, "Send five missiles at the Berkley, I've had enough of being on the recieving end."
"Sir, it looks like its for kicking off, should we scramble the fighters?" asked his assistant, Colonel Baines.
"Put the fighters on full alert, but don't send them yet. Pull as a much as we can to the landing point and do whatever you can to get those new fangled anti-air weapons."
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Missiles flewover head. That wasn't uncommon of late. How many of them were shot down was anyones guess. Many probably hit dodgy targets. The Farminan army went to great lengths to hide bases, and make empty camps, placing heaters in them to make them seem occupied. But a lot of bombers were coming in overhead. A whole lot of anti-air rockets seemed to be going up into the air, however they seemed to be fired at random, without any real target. The real war was about to begin.

The first landing boats were already on the eastern beach(s). Fast firing artillery was raining down artillery on the first arrivals (especially the SAMs) and into the ocean to hit the future arrivals. The beach had a few trenches to slow any advance, but wasn't mined at the request of the High Priest. Land mines were a weapon that the High Priest saw as barbaric, since they were often lost in the ground for generations, before some poor child would lose their leg, thinking that they were just going to the beach. Holy warriors weren't amongst the regulars. They had other missions to attend to. Tanks columns were preping to move onto the landing point, but wouldn't be in position fast enough. The infantry would bare the brunt of the attack.

A couple of snipers hid around beach, picking off the unwelcome guests. Regular infantry blazed away at their targets from the safety of the trenches, machine gunners adding to the fury. It wasn't enough. Anti tank rockets were propelled towards, oddly enough, the enemy armour, as rocketeers moved around the trenches looking for targets, refusing to stay still, regardless of whether they hit.

Reinforcements were arriving at the back positions, where the Farmina defenders would eventually have to retreat two.
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The Farminan supreme commander looked at the map with disdain but hope.
Originally it was thought that Nowhere Place was going to flatten Farmina like a bug. However, there seemed to be some restraint by Nowhere Place. No doubt it was that great deals of troops had been left behind to deal with Holy Warriors and the threat of Takian invasion. But the map showed twenty bases had been destroyed and forty imitation bases. A most annoying occurance. Farmina's airforce was still in tact, but the counter missile system was collapsing under pressure. The defences on the landing point were holding up better than expected, but that wouldn't last.

One thing was clear, both sides were in for a most uncomfortable ride.

Nowhere Place

19-10-2004, 22:52

Artillery fire rained down, taking out a few of the SAMs. However, such a response had been anticipated. As soon as the landing craft unloaded all that it needed to unload, it would speed away, making room for the main force.

Some of the fighters providing air cover had air-to-ground missiles, and made runs on the Farminian artillery, so as to make themselves harder to hit with anti-air missiles. Those artillery units that were on the beach, including one Guntank, returned fire on the enemy as well. Bullets weren't so much of a problem against the armored units, especially at this range.. The anti-tank rockets were another story. They destroyed a few more pieces of artillery and SAMs.

2 out of 5 RX-75s were deployed soon after the Farminian's attack.

"6-1, this is 6-2. Let's hit those trenches."

"Roger, 6-2. We'll follow your mark."

6-2's pilot then switched his comm over to his gunner.

"Okay, man. Hit those trenches. Give our guys cover."

"Right. Let's hit those bastards."

The Machine Guns on the arms of the RX-75s corrected their firing position, and a second later, began to sweep the trenches.

As all this was happening, the main force began landing preparations. They would be on the beach soon, and everything had to be in order... their lives may just depended on it.
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The remaining bombers and their were told to immediately return to ship for resupply. They acknowledged, and began to fly back.
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"Sir, missiles heading for the Berkley!"

"Damn it! Is it moving?"

"Yes sir! As fast as it can go under present conditions, sir!"

"Well, that should help some... Fire Standard and Sea Sparrow Missiles to intercept! We'll knock them out of the sky!"

Four of the missiles were destroyed... but the remaining one got through.

"That last one damaged the Berkley. 49% on the damage index! It won't take another hit, sir!"

(OOC: More later. Can't post much now.)

Bahbland

19-10-2004, 23:34

The Nowhere Placans were pinned down by machine gun fire, exlosives and snipers. Advance was slow and deadly. Defensive areas held against the attacking forces, making them spill kiloliters of blood for every meter gained.

The defensive buildings needed to be taken out, and the Nowhere Placans were quickly running out of options. Charge? Retreat? Surrender?

A Nowhere Placan soldier looked back at the invasion fleet, and saw a gray-brown smog on the horizon.

He tapped a nearby soldier on his shoulder (ooc: say that ten times fast!) and pointed it out, screaming over the gunfire "Is that ours!?" The other soldier shrugged and pulled out his binoculars. It was five planes... big planes. As they got closer he could see more detail... eight engines in four nacelles, two large bomb racks, large rudder... it was a B-52! The only people involved in this war with B-52's were the Bahbians!

He screamed back "It's about damn time they showed up!" And passed him the binoculars.

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Onboard the point bomber, the copilot looked at the beach. Sunk landing craft, burning guntanks and dead soldiers were all over the place. Just then he saw a SAM headed toward the plane. He opened his mouth to scream "evasive" but didn't get it out; the missile sputtered, twisted and crashed into the water. The new ECMs were working.

Flak started exploding around the plane. More missiles missed. The copilot looked back to plane #4. Flak impacted the plane three times, and pink-ish liquid, JP4, started pouring from the bomber. Another pair of hits wiped out the jammers.

"Dagger Four, get out of here! You've lost your jammers!" he yelled into the reciever. The B-52, now vulnerable, climbed up to about 100 meters and caught a missile just above the first and second engine nacelle. The plane veered left. Another hit just in front of the rudder, tearing the elevators off and shredding the rudder. It quickly lost altitude, as more and more flak was fired into it's burning fuselage. The plane made a 30° nose dive into the ocean.

The remaining four planes pressed on to the beach. As they flew over the line, they released their payloads; two large tanks. After they cleared the planes, the tanks blwe apart, releasing hundreds of small rockets with phosphorous warheads. The pre-programmed rockets accelerated to their targets, mainly bunkers, and detonated on impact.

As the planes flew past the beach, the tail gunners sprayed the area with 20mm gatling guns.

Bahbland

20-10-2004, 02:44

Colonel Riley couldn't believe it. He had never expected such a huge counter offensive considering how much he had thrown at the Bahbians. The forces were holding up, just. That strange weapon of the Bahbians hit again tearing apart long built up positions.

He looked at the map again, as he looked Sgt. Phillips was shifting the markers again. Riley grabbed the large blue tacks on each side of the city and moved them back to the infantries defensive positions. Sgt. Phillips quickly hurried off to deliver the order. "Major Tompkins," yelled the Colonel.
The major promptley appeared, "What sir?"
"Place down a barrage at the very most foward Bahbains, here and here, with whatever you have remaining. Move the barrage with their forces. We just need them to think twice about advancing."

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The Major was impressed as he sat on top of his light beast. It the mist of the counter offensive he had managed to push the Bahbians back. "Sir, the order is coming in to fall back to the infantry positions," yelled his driver.
"Geesh" muttered the commander, "I guess others might not of got it as good as us. Okay we will pull back, but God better give me another shot."
The commander heard a noise he recognised, "Copter."
There were precautions that had been made, but they were only so much. The Colonel had assigned the tank team a ute with one of those new anti-air guns strapped to the back.
It had already begun firing, sending a wave of missiles into the air.
The Major dropped back into his tank, closing the hatch behind him. "All machines, full reverse," he yelled.
The ute would have to go foward, but the anti-air weapon was completely insensitive to direction. As they began to fall back, an artillery shell slammed into the ground where the team had been.
"That's one of ours" exclaimed the Major, "Can't they aim to save themselves."
He knew that he didn't have to worry about Bahbian tanks catching him, he hoped, but aircraft was a different matter.
"They must be close," muttered the tank's gunner as it continued its backwards journey.
The Major could see more helicopters in the air, and saw artillery falling further and further away. He just had to make it back, then the Colonel would have it all worked out, surely...

The three helicopters hid in the smoke. The tank commanders couldn't hear the helicopters over their engines. They had expended their missiles, but still had some 20mm ammunition. They lurked.

Corporal 1st Pierce peered through the IR camera and saw the exhaust of seven tanks. Something behind the exhaust was powering... getting brigh-CRAZY EDDIES!* "FIRE!! WE GOT CRAZY EDDIES!!" Two AH-1Z's were struck down by the rockets, the third, Pierce's bird, fired it's 20mm cannon as it backed away. He saw threee distinct flashes through the cloud, but wasn't about to go over and confirm it.

(*Nickname given to AA rocket system)

Nowhere Place

20-10-2004, 03:07

Chenkov stood on the beach. Most of the main forces were already landing.

"Sir, the enemy is retreating!'

"Good. Send our deepest thank to the guys from Bahbland. They really helped. Tell them I hope to return the favor one day."

"Yes sir!"

The soldier scurried away.

Chenkov felt the Zaku before he heard the pilot's voice over the suit's built-in speakers.

"You want us to go after them, sir? The Mobile Assualt Batallion will stomp them flat!"

Chenkov yelled his loudest so that the Zaku's outer mics could hear him.

"No! Stay back and protect the landing zone for the time being!"

The unloading was almost finished. The remaining Nowhere Place aircraft circled overhead, some squadrons dropping out for resupply.

Farmina

20-10-2004, 11:11

OOC: I would like to thank you both (I assume there that there are only the three of us) for coming this far. Its been a good thread with a fair surplus of twists. Also I only used machine guns on the beach because I wasn't sure if there were infantry. Its standard Farminan policy to hide unless you can get a kill. Does Nowhere Place has security at whatever is the equivilent of the Taxation Office? I'm thinking up new targets for terror attacks.
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IC: Colonel Riley looked down at the battlefield. He had made a miscalculation. Reports suggested that Bahbian tank levels in the attack were no where near the 200 predicted. Helicopters however had been problematic, a number of which weren't going to be problematic again. Of the 100 Sinearan tanks 80 had come out of the offensive in one piece. More artillery and anti-air reinforcements were arriving as requested, but now it was tanks that were needed.
"Maintain the focus of the artillery on the front of the Bahbian tank columns, if the come foward they will roll into fire, but even if they don't they will still take casualties," ordered Riley.
Major Tompkins, artillery commander, set about the orders with out a care for Riley's explaination.
Riley looked back at the map, the incomplete ring of steel was nearly a perfect semi-circle, certainly not the shape it was supposed to be.
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General Jefferson had thought it was all going just to plan. Then the Bahbians dropped their payload in a suprise attack. The defences were shattered and the retreat to the second stretch of trenches began far hours earlier than planned.

The dead were uncounted but it was early days and insignificant numbers. Millions would most probably end up in the meat grinder. Nowhere Placans had come to the bizzare conclusion that their artillery had the right to fire at the Farminans. The Farminan fast firers had adapted the stratergy of firing a quick cascade of shells before taking up another location to help prevent the Nowhere Placans being able to return fire. The Farminans fastfirers had another advantage over the (I'm assuming) heavier Nowhere Placan artillery; the Farminans had the entire country to shift (obviously if they went to far they would go out of range) while the Nowhere Placans were "crowded" onto a single beach. Farminan fastfirers specifically targeted Nowhere Placan anti-air and to a lesser extent artillery, but any target was a good target.

Jefferson looked at the map again, his force had to slow the Nowhere Placan march on Sibec, the closest town to the landing point, impossible not to pass through, with the bars and brothels any army would need. More reinforcements were arriving for both sides by the hour as well as much needed supplies, to aid him in his mission. Also two more army groups were being rushed into Sibec, but that was of little use to Jefferson.

Farmina

20-10-2004, 11:23

The High Priest's spokesmen delivered a general press release, more for others to hear than those who were the alleged targets
To Leaders of Bahbland
It is the understanding that despite you being at war with our supposed ally Sinear, the High Priest is most upset about the bombing of Farminan defences. There was no formal move on behalf of Bahbland to make their intent clear Bahbian planes were not shot down for fear of attacking those who were not our enemies, this mistake will not be made twice. The actions of Bahbland are highly immoral and one would think others would frown upon. Bahbland has a severely oppressive regime so you can barely claim the moral high ground. However Bahbians cosy the interests of the rich and not almighty God.
From the High Priest of the Grey Catholic Church of God

Nowhere Place

20-10-2004, 22:44

Artillery began into the enemy's retreating mass of forces.

Because of the constant position-shifting of the Farminian artillery, their attacks were few and relatively ineffective; they were considered more of a nuisance than anything.

All deployed Nowhere Place aircraft that had missiles were to immediately hit the Farminian artillery. From their vantage point above the units, they would be able to hit them without much difficulty. Besides, while the Farminians had the country to move through, they had to stay within range. This limited them, somewhat. Not only that, but because of the slow speed of artillery units, they couldn't be far from their last firing points. Fighters began sweeping their targets. Those units that were resupplied with air-to-ground missiles or hadn't wasted their's during the initial attack rained them down upon the enemy.

Meanwhile, the first infantry units started forward, using the enemy's own emplacements for cover.

(OOC: I'd assume that it would extremely heavily guarded, yes. Remember all of my home forces are on highest alert. Oh, and am I missing something? I've got this strange feeling that I haven't replied to an attack...)

Bahbland

20-10-2004, 23:29

To the Leaders of Farminia;
Bahbland is an Honorary member of the Anti-Terrorist Pact. Because your country uses terrorists, you have become an enemy. Also, this is not the first time our forces have clashed. Currently your military is losing its grip on four cities in Sinear. Soon Sinear will be transformed into a stable capitolist society, and Wesley will be appointed Vice Executive.

ooc: I wouldn't really call the teensy-weensy government of Bahbland (CC- Coalition of Corporations) oppresive, as they really don't oppress! They just let people who can't carry their own weight slip through the cracks.

Rotovia

21-10-2004, 08:00

[tag]

Farmina

21-10-2004, 10:29

OOC: Don't worry about the terror attacks too much, I think there was an unfinished bank robbery.
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IC:Anti air weaponary guarded the 5 heavy artillery pieces, then again they tried to place them to defend everything they could from the death contained in the air. General Jefferson didn't like heavy artillery like the fastfirers, they didn't move or fire anywhere near as quickly; sure, they left a bigger crater, but it didn't make the enemy any more dead. The heavy artillery wouldn't relocate frequenty, only when absolutely necissary. Fastfirers had just begun concentrating on enemy artillery, when the enemy infantry thought they had the right to move foward. "Hit the front of the Nowhere Placan infantry, get half the fastfirers to join in."
He doubted any of the Nowhere Placan infantry would volunteer to go first.
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The old lady just asked the group of Nowhere Placan police officers the way to Crinear Street. They didn't expect her to explode.
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Colonel Riley wanted to give the Bahbians a nice suprise. The Bahbian attack hadn't reached the "ring of steel" new tanks had arrived, after frequent requests. "Bombardment, here and here; indicating the Bahbian forces in either side of Vienv. Tell the tank columns they're about to get their time. Also we need to make sure the holy warriors stop them getting supplies out of the Vienv again. Also put the infantry on stand by, they might still get their chance."
He would have liked air support to deal with the devestating Bahbian helecopters, but the Sinearans were keen on copying Farminan tactics, no matter how inappropiate.

"This is Kalantar, people of Vienv, again it is time."
With those still alive in Vienv again began to lay trip bombs, ambush lorries and generally cause mayham.

"Fire," was ordered and another wave of shells flew at the Bahbian positions around the city. The plan was simple, the shells were going to start at the very foward Bahbian positions and move foward in time with the attack.

On the sides of city the 150 light tanks, 30 vehicles carrying anti air weapons and the appropiate supply vehicles started reving their engines, many of which would go to pointless deaths.

Bahbland

21-10-2004, 23:25

(ooc: Farminia! I'm lost! Am I fighting your forces, or Sinearans with your vehicles?)

***

The tanks started right up. Last night wasn't too cold.

The 43 remaining Rooikats were laden with armor, and about half had extra machine guns welded on, taken from other tanks. Armored cars and 76mm gun-carrying Unimogs were put into higher risk areas to counter the shortage of tanks. AH-1's were becoming increasingly popular, with a kill ratio of twelve to one

A train load was moving to the city, with 50 more tanks. Once they arrived, Bahbland could begin Operation "Smelter."

150 tanks were on top of hills, looking down at the city. Explosions erupted in between the two tank columns, from falling artillery. Four of the fifteen laser stations had been destroyed, leaving gaps in the defense net, and allowing artillery through in spots.

The tanks and helicopters were given the order to charge. 43 Rooikats and 32 AH-1Z's made up the first wave. Their objective was to take Hills 26, 29 and 30.From there artillery could be set up.

SAAB Viggen fighter-bombers circled above, with napalm and AT missiles.

The est. 200 light tanks came down from the hills to meet the Bahbians in the cratered plain below.

Kursk was about to be bumped from first for largest tank battle.

Nowhere Place

22-10-2004, 02:16

(OOC: Farmina, you need to post total artillery and infantry losses to the attacks in my previous post. I attacked all of the artillery my planes could find. Not just heavy, so keep that in mind. The strikes couldn't have been totally ineffective, either.)

The problem with fast-fire artillery, however, would be the rapid heating of their barrels. They could make a short, intensive strike, but would have to sit out and wait for twice as long. The soldiers of Nowhere Place would use that to their advantage. Since they were already using enemy structures as cover, they would find shelter during the barrages, and then move out to a position further up afterwards. As long as they kept moving, they would be fine. Artillery wasn't really made to take on thin groups of infantry. It was supposed to take on masses. The Nowhere Place squads dotted the landscape. They fired at whatever soldiers they could find, but were careful to only fire at targets they knew they could kill. No use in wasting ammo.
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A few of the aircraft were knocked down, but the majority were smart and fast. Eventually they either lost the missiles fired or effectively used countermeasures. They continued their attack, some of them specifically targetting anti-air and fast-fire units.

Farmina

22-10-2004, 04:00

OOC: In Sinear, there a combination of Farminans and their Sinearan followers (but mainly Sinearans). Farminans have been providing weapon designs (because the Farminans are sure their weapons are superior) but the Sinearan's are producing the weapons.
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Jefferson looked at the map again. He had lost half his heavy artillery and a quarter of the fast-firers. Infantry loses were minimal, five out of one hunderd in the foward unit. This couldn't go on. He didn't like being bait in some greater trap, especially when the enemy was this cautious. "Call in the fighter jets, we need to secure the air above our lines, but don't let them cross over to the beach, we don't know what to expect in the way of anti air."
Jefferson went back to his map, moving markers, trying to find possible of hurting the Nowhere Placans. All could think of was to keep the artillery raining down, especially after the, keeping the Nowhere Placans on edge, targetting the artillery. Jefferson knew that he had plenty of artillery, but that was only because the Supreme Commander believed that the artillery could be withdrawn to safety. The next line of defences were ready, to contain the Nowhere Placans a little longer, 2500 infantry in position to resist the assault. Who knows what the Nowhere Placans were going to use.
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Riley looked down at Vienv. He was unsure why the battle had been compared to Kursk at first, but it was more than clear that there were many similarities, perhaps the most worrying was his plan followed that of the Germans.
Riley had a simple aim, secure at least 3/4 of the cities border, enough so that there was only one road into or out of the city again. But he had lost ten tanks on each side of the city already and the battle hadn't even begun.
But he needed to shift Bahbian focus. He made a couple of markings on his map of Vienv. The artillery was going to return to smashing the front of Vienv, trying to breakthrough the Bahbian shields, then continuing to soften up the foward of the city for an infantry attack.
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The High Priest said in his now slurry words, "Send message to everyone. Peace conference, all must be there their. This is pointless"
The First Cardinal looked at the High Priest, "Your holyness, this is war time, you have no such power."
"I can send messages to whoever I want" replied the High Priest, "I don't think Generals stop me."
The Cardinal thought about this for a moment, before realising that the High Priest still had freedom of speech, even if he had been stripped of great deals of power. So with that the two drafted a message that was heard far and wide.
The High Priest of the Grey Catholic Church of God wants to begin negotiations to end the wars in Sinear and Farmina while he still can. The High Priest also feels that such negotiation can't occur in Farmina . Also negotations must occur in good faith, with thoughts of our young men at heart. Representatives of Farmina, Sinear, Nowhere Place and Bahbland must attend if anything is to be achieved. These negotations will take place during a dual ceasefire. However such things can't come to pass if parties refuse to negotiate.

Bahbland

22-10-2004, 21:32

Cheif Executive DeAngelis has agreed to these peace talks. We will attend.

Farmina

23-10-2004, 01:05

Arch-Bishop Thurg was confused by the High Priest's transmission. He knew the High Priest had no such power. The question was whether the Generals were pompous enough to turn their back on such negotiations.

Kalantar was perhaps even more confused to why Thurg was considering a peace conference. Kalantar thought there was an inevitable Sinearan victory. Thurg was more inclined to think the war was in the balance, with slight Sinearan/Farminan advantage; but he considered this a personal bias rather than fact. Perhaps more than a balanced war, it was pointless slaughter, the stalemate at Vienv proved that. Kalantar sighed, "Very well, Arch-Bishop, if Bahbland is prepared to negotiate, so will we. Also offer to have the negotiations in Redian, I want to show the world the feats we have accomplished in rebuilding afters so much war, and in the mists of another one."

Thurg drafted the message;The People's Republic of Sinear is prepared to enter negotiations; if all of the four major nations attend. We would request that the negotiations take place in the new capital of Sinear, Redian. We also offer Bahbland a ceasefire starting in three days, and continuing for two months, extendable at a later date.
From Arch-Bishop Thurg of the Grey Catholic Church,
In the Name of President Kalantar,
People's Republic of Sinear
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Colonel Riley thought the battle was finally going right, but now the government was pressing for a ceasefire with Bahbland.
"Halt the attack, secure the defences," just because they were trying to stop fighting didn't mean he would give anything up.
"Put a light barrage between them and us, closer to them," Riley wasn't prepared to take any chances until a ceasefire was in place.

Bahbland

23-10-2004, 02:53

The Land Corps had received word from the Coalition to stop fighting for peace talks. It was about time. This war was growing to be very unpopular with Bahbian citizens.

Fighting had stopped. Unarmed FAC planes flew over Farminian/Sinearan positions often, though. Patrols circled the city, when Artillery wasn't falling through the failed defense net.

Farmina

23-10-2004, 04:20

The Sinear ceasefire was now in place. The battle field was oddly quiet, and Vienv was opened up, no longer a city crushed in the centre of a war. There were even talks of the two armies playing poker and checkers, most probably blaming their leaders, for the pointless waste.

Arch-Bishop Thurg had two notices on his desk. Farmina and Bahbland were both going to send delegations, no word from Nowhere Place, but that would take time. Farmina had specified it would only send three delegates, Bahbland hadn't specified. Kalantar had ordered more official invitations be sent.

By order of President Kalantar; leader of the People's Republic of Sinear; I invite delegations of Farmina, Bahbland and Nowhere Place to the new Presidential Palace, to commence negotiations comencing on one month Monday, on the condition that Farmina and Nowhere Place agree to a ceasefire. May it also be noted that other nations, such as Annor and Rotovia, are welcome to request acceptance of their delegations; to observe, advise or support. Furthermore, Sinear asks for its ceasefire with Bahbland to be extended by four months, and that it gives warning of the size of its delegation so that accomidation can be prepared. Any special catering arrangements, or the like should also be noted.
From Arch-Bishop Thurg,
Of the Grey Catholic Church of God,
In the Name of President Kalantar,
Ruler of the People's Republic of Sinear

Bahbland

23-10-2004, 18:09

We will send three delegates also.

***

Corporal Vaughn smirked. He moved right, jumped, jumped again.

"King me!" he said...

Nowhere Place

23-10-2004, 18:47

"Can we trust them, sir?"

"No. That's why I'm going to give that bastard some conditions..."
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Message from Nowhere Place:

Nowhere Place would happily sign a ceasefire with you... on a few conditions: First, that the negotiations take place in a neutral country, not Sinear, or Farmina, or Bahbland, or Nowhere Place, or any other combatant state. Secondly, if there is even one act of hostility on Nowhere Place or its allies' military personnel or civilians while the talks are being held, consider the offer withdrawn. In such a case, we will respond in the most devastating manner possible against you.

- Foreign Minister Mark Dulane

imported_ViZion

23-10-2004, 18:57

OOC: is it to late to join? If not, can I get an update on whats happened and whats goin on? Thanks!

Rotovia

24-10-2004, 06:32

Farmina

24-10-2004, 11:24

OOC: As far as I'm concerned, all are welcome, within reason. Do you need a quick summary of the conflict's history?

IC: In Farmina, the guns were now as silent as in Sinear. However, the nature of the ceasefire was different. Farminans were far less trusting of the Nowhere Placans. In Farmina there were no card games, the Farminan generals were convinced that treachery was in the mist and the artillery was aligned just in case.

Even in Nowhere Place bombings came to an end.
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By order of Kalantar, negotations will not occur in Redian if another nation was prepared to host delegates from Sinear, Farmina, Bahbland and Nowhere Place. Also Kalantar is fully supportive of the ceasefire in Farmina.
Arch-Bishop Thurg,
Of the Grey Catholic Church of God,
In the name of President Kalantar,
Leader of the People's Republic of Sinear

Private Carn placed the checker on top of the one that had reached his end of the board. Carn looked set to lose another game to the Bahbian. Carn was starting to think that Bahbians had to study checkers at school. Sinearans were doing better at Sinearan poker, but that was because the Bahbians didn't understand the rules. Soccer and cricket were becoming more popular games., between the two sides. Colonel Riley had thought that the fun and games was getting a little out of hand and proposed to the Bahbians that both armies around Vienv co-operate to rebuild the city. One would have trouble believing that these forces had been trying to destroy each other.

Bahbland

25-10-2004, 04:12

OOC: imported_ViZion! How would you like to be our neutral nation where negotiations are to take place? :D

I'm still confused about some things that led to the war. From what I can gather, the Sinearans were brainwashed. Their air forces leveled their own cities for sport. Sinear's gov'ment was overthrown and President Wesley took control. Wesley hired us (Bahbian Mercenary Corps) to assist in driving Sinearan terrorists and Farminians from the country. Soon after, Wesley was forced into hiding after Farminians stormed his command center. Combat between Bahbland and Farminia/Sinear has been mainly in the hills sorrounding large cities, and Nowhere Place has invaded Farminia, with a little assistance from us ( ;) ) Now there is a cease fire for negotiations, as this war has grown unpopular in everyone's country.

IC: The Farminian-built Sinearan-manned construction vehicles drove into the city. 54th Construction Company, who had just beat the former enemy at Bahbland's national sport (Volleyball, 21 to 16) were escorting them in.

Farmina

25-10-2004, 07:12

OOC: War began when the pre-Wesley government decided to destroy one of its cities (a stratergy later used by Wesley against the capital). In response Nowhere Place (and some other nations) invade Sinear, to be beaten by the Sinearans and Takians.

IC: In Farmina, the artillery was no longer an obvious menacing threat to the Nowhere Placan forces. Now growing quantities were carefully hidden, but still aimed at no mans land, as gesture of "good will". Jefferson knew that the Nowhere Placans weren't to be trusted. This was a nation that took the great at liberty of invading weaker countries, and he would not let Farmina fall.

In Sinear, Colonel Riley had watched the soccer game with the upmost interest. Bahbians were down two points and it was half time. Riley hoped that the Sinearans would win this one, it would certainly make a change. In all truth what was winning was good will. Vienv was being reconstructed and other less damaged towns were begining to have repair work done as well. Riley had sent more suggestions of the Bahbian commanders of how to keep the troops entertained, including a concert and a chance for Bahbians and Sinearan to cook national meals for each other (this was more Riley's way of getting out the usual gruel and having something decent for tea a couple of nights). Just as the second half began Sgt. Huts came up to the Colonel and told him, "Orders from the General, he wants us to start having mixed teams, rather than Sinearans vs Bahbians. Apparently its to antagonistic."
Riley shook his head "Typical top brass," he muttered, "Send a message to the Bahbian commanders, I'm sure you know whats required."
A cheer went up and Riley turned to see that he just missed a quick Sinearan goal.

Nowhere Place

25-10-2004, 18:02

"The Rotovian goverment calls for an immediate end to this conflict and a laying down of arms. This has gone on too long and Rotovia will not suffer the continued defiance of it's forces"

Senator Ivana Cuvalo
Minister for Internal Affairs
Minsiter for National Defence

Message from Nowhere Place:

We take the advice of our respected friend, and are trying to hold peace negotiations. However, we have yet to agree on a country to hold them in...

- Foreign Minister Mark Dulane
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Message from Nowhere Place to Sinear, Bahbland, and Farmina:

If worse comes to worse, and we do not agree on a neutral country to hold talks in, we suggest holding the negotiations on international waters. Nowhere Place would provide a civilian liner for the talks. We fully guarantee the safety of your representatives. However, to do so, there is a single condition: That each country send no more than two representatives. We will do the same. We ask Farmina to rest assured. There will be no treachery, not as long as peace is at hand. I will attend the talks myself.

- Foreign Minister Mark Dulane

Bahbland

25-10-2004, 21:37

We agree to this, Nowhere Place, should imported_viZion not be able to hold peace talks. :)

BAHBIAN TELEMAIL
MESSAGE #: 400067-C8-3761
TO: COLONEL RILEY
FROM: BOSSMAN 1st BONHAM
TITLE: FOOD
MSG: Our chefs will be serving;
-Pancakes
-Bahbian-made maple syrup
-Scarborough blend coffee

imported_ViZion

25-10-2004, 23:16

ViZion would be most willing to hold peace talks.

OOC: Thank you for the summary, Farmina and Bahbland.

EDIT: Do you mind if I start a new thread for these peace talks? Also guys, just called me ViZion, not imported_ViZion... forum added "imported_" onto my name, and no one knows why... :-/

Farmina

26-10-2004, 06:50

The People's Republic of Sinear thanks ViZion for hosting the negotiations. If you are not aware Farmina and Bahbland were going to send three delegates to the original conference, and one assumes that this is still the case. Sinear will be sending two delegates, but with three staffers, we hope that they are well looked after. Kalantar out.

Colonel Riley shovelled down another stack of the pancakes, absolutely top stuff, the maple syrup was an absolute treat. And the coffee really finished it off. In the distance he could here a volleyball game, and he realised a huge dilemma, "How in the world will I out do them?"

Farmina

26-10-2004, 08:00

OOC: I dont have any severe objections to a new thread; but is it really neccissary?

imported_ViZion

26-10-2004, 16:10

OOC: No, not necessary, just a suggestion. Off to college for my 1 class, be back on later...

Farmina

27-10-2004, 10:42

OOC: I assume the negotiations will be commencing soon. Should the delegates "pack their bags."

Nowhere Place

27-10-2004, 23:47

(OOC: Sorry I've been so inactive, guys. Lots of stuff to do this week... If someone could give me a link to the negotiations thread (if there is one), I'd be very thankful.)

Farmina

28-10-2004, 10:25

OOC: There is no negotiation thread (that I know of).

IC: The Farminan airplane soared into the sky, the three delegates on board. Vizon, was their target and they just had to hope that they weren't shot down.

In Sinear, Colonel Riley planned his revenge. Perhaps revenge is the wrong word; but he was certainly planning to out do the Bahbian feast. He had scrapped together every resource and soldier he could to prepare a grand feast. He had organised a smorgasbord containing 2,500 different Sinearan dishes, spread over three course. He was convinced this would be the largest feast of all time, and that the Bahbains wouldn't beat him at catering, even if they beat him at checkers, volleyball, tennis...

TO: BOSSMAN 1st BONHAM
FROM: COLONEL RILEY
Big feast Thursday, at the main base near Vienv. Will be playing several sports. Plenty of food, so invite as many as possible. Vienv citizens will also be attending and helping prepare.

Bahbland

29-10-2004, 03:52

TO: COLONEL RILEY
FROM: BOSSMAN 1st BONHAM
We'll be there!

***

As the secretary in the old Courthouse sent the message through, a small jetliner soared over the ocean hundreds of miles away. Five specks appeared on the radar screen aboard the liner, which was carrying the Farminian delegates to peace talks. The pilot hollered back from the crew cabin "We're going evasive! We've got bogies at 11:00!" The delegates gave each other nervous glances and buckled into their seats.

Corporal 1st Daniels banked, then rolled his Gripen fighter next to the Liner, and waved at the panicked delegates staring at him out the portholes.

He switched stations and hailed the Airliner; "Farminia One, this is Corporal Daniels of the Bahbian Air Corps, we've got your wing!"

"You're very gracious, Bahbian Flight, did you bring any pancakes?"

The other four jets formed on each wing, and Daniels took point.

***

Meanwhile, a Beechcraft Starship lifted off from the Bahbia City airport, holding the three delegates for the negotiations. Escorts included five fully loaded Gripens, a B-52 armed with AA missiles circled above, and a net of Destroyers followed the flight-path... :D

Farmina

29-10-2004, 04:28

Arch Bishop Thurg sat quietly as the four other Sinearan team entered the luxury jet. He wondered if it was appropriate for a Farminan to be representing Sinear. In the end he decided it didn’t matter.

The Farminan delegation was ahead of him; it had been his intention to arrive first. “They will only beat us by a few hours,” he thought.

The Bahbians had been informed of the plane’s imminent departure and Vizon had been informed to expect the planes arrival. Everything was set.

As the jet’s engines roared, the delegation could only wonder what the future held.

Farmina

30-10-2004, 04:02

In Farmina plans for the recommencement of hostilities were underway, before the delegates had even arrived.

In a small factory on the eastern coast, like so many others, hundreds of Farminans worked frantically hammering, cutting, shaping huge sheets of steel. The negotiations were buying the Farminan military precious time to rebuild its scattered fleet. The former glory of the fleet would not be recovered, but Farmina just wanted enough submarines to cause chaos.

All throughout Farmina, people worked rebuilding instillations and stockpiling weapons and ammo in case it was needed. The Farminan Generals were certainly not taking the risk.

imported_ViZion

30-10-2004, 08:41

OOC: Sorry I've been busy and haven't been on NS much lately until tonight... have ppl come to ViZion already, or were you guys waiting for me? Sorry again!

Farmina

30-10-2004, 09:41

"This is Farmina One, hailing Vizon, requesting permission to land," pronounced the decending craft.
"Thank you Corporal Daniels for the escort," Farmina One transmitted to the Bahbians.

In Farmina there was great deals of confusion to what was happening in Vizon. "Our delegation would have arrived" exclaimed the First Cardinal, "Send orders for them not to land, just in case they haven't."
To Leaders of Vizon
By order of the High Priest I demand you clarify if Vizon is at risk of coming under attack during the bargaining period.
From Cardinal Wurts

Farmina

31-10-2004, 02:20

The Farminan delegation saw no direct threat to their safety and proceeded to land in Vizion. Within hours the Sinearan delegation also landed.

Farmina

01-11-2004, 06:33

OOC: Bump

IC: Colonel Riley watched as the final preperations were made for the nights feast. Thousands of Sinearans and Farminans worked frantically; setting up sporting pitches, tables, chairs and preparing huge plates of food.
"This will show the Bahbians," he thought as crates of Sinearan beer were unloaded.

Farmina

02-11-2004, 01:33

OOC: Bump. I assume the Farminan and Sinearan delegates have gone to their quarters.

IC: Arch-Bishop Thurg sat quietly in his quarters. The Farminans were here too and they would have plans for him. On that note the door swung open and one of the Farmina delegates stood there, Cardinal John Feist.
"Charles, those in Farmina want you dealt with," said the Cardinal.
"I suppose you are here to deliver my punishment," responded Thurg.
"No, I'm here to strip you of your title Charles. Other forces in Farmina have many terrible things for you. I suggest you never return to Farmina."
Perhaps it should be noted that a Farminan can only have their title stripped in person.
Mr Charles Thurg said, "So I may never return? Well I shall see you in the negotiations."

Farmina

03-11-2004, 01:18

The Farmina delegation requests a tour of Vizion city while waiting for the other delegations to arrive.

Nowhere Place

03-11-2004, 05:24

(OOC: Sorry again. Things have been hectic.)

Mark Dulane stepped on the plane, and a few minutes later, it was in the air, heading for ViZion.

Farmina

04-11-2004, 03:26

The military engineers layed down long tracks. Jefferson felt it was a bizarre idea, but perhaps not entirely foolish. The tracks had a simple purpose, to carry the fast firers quickly, making it harder for the Nowhere Placans to target them. Perhaps the huge construction was a sign of just how little confidence the Supreme Commander had in negotiations. Trenches and blockhouses were being contructed to make the Nowhere Placans pay for every inch of ground. Heavy artillery was hidden in huge pits covered with camaflouge netting. Huge numbers of dummy targets were set up to waste Nowhere Placan ammo, entire army camps still carefully hidden, manned entirely by heaters. Each day more trucks unloaded more of munitions, as the Farminan nation were worked with a single goal; the destruction of the Nowhere Placan invasion force.

If the negotiations were to fail; Farmina wanted to show the world even if it was defeated, that it would not die quietly.

Farmina

05-11-2004, 13:16

Recent reports say the High Priest's health has continued to deteriorate.

Bahbland

06-11-2004, 18:33

OOC: Sorry I wasn't here! School has been hectic this week, lots of homework to close the quarter. :mad:

IC: The Starship touched down in ViZion. Two Gripens still held the Starship's wing, at only 50 feet in the air. Bahbland Two taxied to the gate sorrounded by guards and armored cars.

This was the largest airport they had ever seen. Bahbland would need to talk with ViZion, and see if they could get one installed!

OOC: Farminia; trains are much more efficient than trucks. They can haul more at the same time for less. There isn't one personal automobile in Bahbland, only busses, monorails, and cargo trains. :)

Farmina

07-11-2004, 03:23

OOC: One doesn't tend to find traintracks leading to specific battlefields. We do use trains, but they don't cover every inch of ground. Trucks just run the ammo from the station to the front. Building a track all the way to the front would just be like drawing a big bullseye.

IC: Thurg had heard the Bahbain delegation had arrived. Now he had to go and butter them up before the Nowhere Placans arrived.
"Divide and conquer" applies as much on the negotiation table as on the field.

Bahbland

08-11-2004, 02:27

The Bahbian delegates shook hands with the Farminians, and sat down for a cup o' Joe.

Farmina

08-11-2004, 12:08

Thurg sipped his drink, with Sinear's chief negotiator, Peter Carlye at his right and the Bahbians across from him. "I hope that these negotiations go well, but I have my suspicions."
He took another sip from his drink and looked one of the Bahbians square in the eye, "We Sinearans and Bahbians have an understanding; and war isn't an option; we are tired and you just do a job. But Nowhere Place has thrown its weight around in the past. Who says they won't again. And Farmina isn't the most co-operative and peaceful nation in history..."

Dumpsterdam

08-11-2004, 14:07

At request of the Farmina goverment a full sized DRN taskforce has been put together and is currently moving towards the Nowhere Placan beachhead in Farmina. An all out blockade of the beachhead shall comence and all craft trying to enter or leave the blockade will be stopped by all means nesesary.

Taskforce Aearan will be used as a weight to tilt any negotiations into Farmina's favor.

Six divisions from the DAF will be on standby and another three are ready to be called up to storm the beachhead.

Do not mess with us, any mistakes on your part and you will pay dearly.

Emperor Rift,

Nowhere Place

09-11-2004, 00:25

(OOC: Sorry, again. It's been too long. I've got too much to do. I'm sorry, but as soon as these negotiations are finished, I'm out. However, let's get on with negotiations.)

The delegates sat around the tables, Nowhere Place and its allies on one side, and Farmina and its on the other. Dulane would open the negotiations with the Nowhere Place Plan. He put on his best "game face" as he began.

"Recent incidents within the Nowhere Place political situation have caused this delay in negotiations, ladies and gentlemen, and I am truly sorry for that. Time is short, and forgive me, because I must be rather blunt. Our plan is simple:

Farmina will remove its state-sponsored terrorists and 'priests' within Nowhere Place and let our troops return safely to their own country.

Nowhere Place will relocate all Grey Catholics (which now number at about 1% if the population) to a large island 700 miles to the south of Nowhere Place. Farmina may annex this island if it wishes. This may be seen as religious persecution, but we do it for the sake of our national security and their own safety. It is best if our Grey Catholics remain apart from us. We will also open our markets to Farminian industries (with the exclusion of arms manufacturing), and agree not to interfere with Farminian policy and actions (unless they directly effect allies). A plan, over-all, weighted in your favor, eh?"

Bahbland

09-11-2004, 02:09

Bahbland requests rights to rebuild Sinear.

Goals
-Institute Sinearan Provisional Executive Council
-We will first rebuild their infrastructure
-Jumpstart the economy by starting farming and industrial companies
-Within a year, we would like to have the Sinearan Corporate Defense Force operating with older Bahbian vehicles.
-At least three Bahbian airbases, and one rocket launch site.
-Laser defense system.

We are willing to take at the minimum half os Sinear

ooc: has Sinear ever posted what Sinear looks like?

Nowhere Place

09-11-2004, 03:10

(OOC: Not that I know of, no.

Actually, I think he did allude to the fact that most of the country was rolling plains at the beginning of the conflict...)

Farmina

09-11-2004, 03:13

One of the delegates for Farmina, General Sprit muttered.
"You terms are clearly unacceptable. We will not allow Sinear to become some protectorate of Bahbland. Furthermore, we will not Nowhere Place to get off unpunished. We warned Nowhere Place against invading Sinear, but they went ahead. We warned them about invading Farmina but they went ahead. With our allies Dumpsterdam blockading the Nowhere Placans supplies; how long will they do without supplies. I hope Dumpsterdam doesn't attack the force but they aren't bound by any ceasefires. These are our terms."

All signatories to this document are hereby at peace with the following provisions:
i) All foriegn forces colonyterritory of the Holy Republic of Farmina
iii) All nations will recognise Wesley as a terrorist, to be tried for murder and treason by Sinear, if any nation is protecting him it is their duty to hand him over
iv) Sinear will be ruled by Kalantar until Farmina sees fit to replace him
v) Mr Charles Thurg will be surrendered to Farmina to be tried for treason
vi) Farmina will cease all militant activities in Nowhere Place
vii) Nowhere Place will allow the Grey Catholic Church of God within its borders if condition (vi) is adhered to
viii) Bahbland will surrender the THOR weapon system; give the plans for this technology to Farmina and take no further part in space weaponary
ix) Bahbland will end all involvement in the military trade
x) Reperations:
Nowhere Place will pay for all damage done in Farmina; and the cost of all Farminan military operations within Farminan borders
Nowhere Place will pay for fifty percent of the damage done in Sinear
Farmina will pay for twenty percent of the damage in Sinear
Bahbland will pay for twenty percent of the damage in Sinear
Farmina and Sinear will provide loans with interest rates of 5% above the inflation rates to fund these burdens
xi) Bahbland will be open to bid for Sinearan reconstruction contracts
xii) Nowhere Place will be forbidden to possess: WMD, long range missiles, submarines, aircraft carriers and spacefaring capabilities
xiii) Nowhere Place will cap: its military at 1 million personel; tanks, military aircraft at 5,000; machine guns, personal anti-tank devices at 8,000; artillery, mortars at 3,000 and naval vessels at 10
xiv) Nowhere Place will allow Farminan weapons inspectors within its borders to ensure compliance with (xii) and (xiii), furthermore the Nowhere Placan customs authority will be handed to Farmina to control the flow of contraband that could be used to produce the items in (xii) and (xiii)

The Sinearan delegate, Peter Carlye, looked amazed at the list "We just want to be left alone."

Bahbland

09-11-2004, 03:40

"These terms are simply unacceptable!" cryed the 2nd Bahbian delegate. "Bahbland will not sacrifice her space-based weapon systems!" He took a breath, "Nor will we cease our military trade!"

Nowhere Place

09-11-2004, 06:08

Dulane gave the Farminian delegate a hard stare.

"Your terms are not just unacceptable, they are insulting. You are hardly in a position to regulate our military or our arms. No weapons inspectors will be allowed into our country, especially under current circumstances. You act as if you've won a decisive victory, but know this: We have allies as well. A simple show of force won't be enough to threaten us. We will not pay reparations to Sinear, nor will we pay for your expenses (in full).

However, compromise is the root of diplomacy. Therefore, we are willing to do the following:

1. Hand over Thurg to you. Do as you wish with him. We will also hunt for Wesley, as we are not harboring him, and bring him to Farminian authorities as soon as he is found.
2. Accept Kalantar (whether we like it or not), as legitimate ruler of Sinear.
3. We will allow the Grey Catholic Church to function within our borders, as long as they make no 'nuisance' of themselves.
We will pay for Farminian military actions within and for one third of the damage in Sinear. Kalantor destroyed his own cities, he can lump it.
Nowhere Place will hand over all military installations on the borders of Sinear to Farmina.
We will also pay 500 million more marks in reparation. "

Dulane paused and considered.

"And we are willing to Farmina control of 30% of our arms manufacturing industry. Now, what do have to say to that?"

Another pause.

"However, there will be an end on your side of the bargain. Farmina is to withdraw its terrorist forces from our lands, and keep them gone. They will also stop funding these terrorist cells. Agreeable? We can't have your people blowing up our work force."

Farmina

09-11-2004, 11:02

"I refuse to be handed over," said Thurg, storming out of the room.

General Sprit said "Okay, would the Bahbians be prepared abandon space weaponary in exchange that they keep the right to mercinary operations. Furthermore Wesley destroyed Sinear's capital, not Kalantar, even if he did some of the damage. Considering what Nowhere Place offers, I still feel that there must be something more in place to make the world feel safe from Nowhere Placan aggression. We are glad the Nowhere Place is willing to bare a large portion of the financial cost of the war, but 40% is the minimum that can be accepted for the damage in Sinear. Also, in the meantime we offer the Nowhere Placans in Farmina some food to recompense that which is blocked, though I am sure there are plenty of supplies. Furthermore we are prepared to supply your troops additional food if they hand over some weapons. More weapons equals more food."

Nowhere Place

09-11-2004, 14:32

(OOC: The other stuff I had to do was cancelled, so I'm in no time constraint anymore. I'm able to continue with this RP.)

"We will not accept 40% of Sinear's cost. We're being overly-generous here as it is. Do not press your luck."
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*Prime Minister Artemis Clark's office*

"Will this work?"

"Of course. We have no choice for it but to work."

"So then I take it that we should move to Phase 2?"

"Indeed. Make sure that they're not detected before they get to the operation area."

Bahbland

09-11-2004, 22:32

The Bahbian delegate put his stubby finger into the middle of the table. "You are in no place to make demands, Farminia!We have imposed no restrictions on your people, we ask that you do not place them on ours!"

Farmina

10-11-2004, 10:57

"We of Farmina do feel threatened by Bahbland, specifically the possession this space weaponary, and we require some kind of consideration," said Lesser Chancellor Vernis, "My overly assertive friend has been perhaps pushing the wagon too hard. We of Farmina want three things to be discussed: security of Farmina, financing the reconstruction and deciding the future of Sinear."
"I don't think it is other nations duty to decide Sinear's future," declared Carlye, "And Sinear resents being a bargaining piece.
Vernis continued, "We realise Nowhere Place is being very generous to offer to bare such a burden; but were they generous when they invaded two nations who wish nothing other than peace. Nowhere Place must understand that Farminans feel nothing but hate, contempt and blame towards Nowhere Place."

Dumpsterdam

10-11-2004, 12:59

OoC: If I where you guys I'd start sweating since I'm not the one to negotiate with people who attack my friends. You can expect that my fleet will start kicking all enemy forces out of Farmina within the next 24(rl) houres.

I suggest you come to an agreement.

Rotovia

11-11-2004, 00:29

The Rotovian Fourth Fleet had thus far been left with little to do since it launched it's intial bombing campaigns and it's crews were getting restless. By the time the orders from Naval Command were belted down the line to Fleet Admiral Bacchus, she jumped at the opportunity for action.

Within minutes every Rotovian plane was in the air on on it's way towards the Dumpsterdamiun Fleet. The bombers flew low and unloaded a massive payload of missiles from the nearly fifty planes thaat now darkened the sky.

Safely from the deck of the RNS Hathor, Fleet Admiral Bacchus looked on proudly as the second wave of fighters left to meet the Dumpsterdamiun fleet and waiting for news of the battle.

Nowhere Place

11-11-2004, 00:50

Dulane began to laugh hysterically, then became deathly serious again in an instant.

"Peaceful nations? That's a bull-faced lie! Kalantar was destroying his own people! He brainwashed his nation! In the name of good conscience, you can't just sit back and watch that!

And then, we come to you, Farmina. You supported Kalantar's actions. And then you proceeded to implant and supply terrorists within our country. Such actions are not 'peaceful'; quite the contrary.

I understand how much your country may hate us, but don't think that your feelings aren't reflected in the anger of Nowhere Place. Your 'ad campaigns' have outraged millions! Your Grey Catholics are being hunted by lynch mobs!

Finally, Dumpsterdam. Yes, we did receive their ultimatum, and we want them to know this: Your naval units may be powerful, but we're ready for them. If you do not withdraw them immediately, we will sink them, and that is not an idle threat!

Overall, through my militant speech, I am a man of peace. It is simply that these wild accusations, ultimatums, and conditions are making it amazingly difficult for us to feel a 'fair' peace agreement will be reached. 'Intimidation' during diplomatic negotiations is in extemely bad taste.

Farmina, you have my respect, and the respect of the President of Nowhere Place, and I'm sure the respect from Bahbland, in the fact that you called a peace conference to prevent any more bloodshed between our two great nations, but trying to weight negotiations in your favor isn't just dishonorable, it's insulting!

Dunn stood from his chair and pounded his fist upon the table.

"If we want peace, this is not the way to go about it!"
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Lt. Carl Steinburg circled an area of the ocean, off of the Farminian coast. The briefing was about to end. Only a third of the pilots were in this briefing room; the rest were watching through television sets.

"This is where their fleet is, men. We're behind them at the moment, and they won't expect us to hit them. Seizing on that, we're going to take out their ships from the belly. The first team will be led by me, the second by Ensign Katz, and the third by Ensign Masters. We should encounter only minimal resistance, as we'll all be underwater. Make sure to watch out for missiles and depth charges. Good luck gentlemen. Now, get to your Zakus."

Men poured out of briefing rooms and headed for their Zaku Marines. These units head proved to be deadly against naval craft, and they were soon to reinforce the fact. In minutes, the 30 Zaku Marines had launched from their three, specially-made carriers and were streaming towards the enemy fleet.

"Lt. Steinburg, the Rotovian forces have begun attacking the Dumpsterdam forces."

"Excellent. All teams, get ready. Don't waste ammo. We'll be on them soon."

The teams split up, each heading for a different portion of the enemy fleet. Soon, they were within range.

"Teams, first salvo! Pick your nearest primary target, and hit it! They probably already know that we're here! Ready? Fire!"

SUBROC Guns fired their deadly ammunition towards the enemy. This was to be the opening blast.

Bahbland

11-11-2004, 01:44

What if Bahbland were to share the kinetic energy weapon technology with you, and sold you five SA-1004 Mammoth HLLV's* at half price? Would you then be happy, Farminia?

http://www.angelfire.com/trek/deangelisium/images/vulkan.PNG

*150000 kg lift rocket, based on Soviet Vulkan.

Bahbland

11-11-2004, 01:55

The brand new B-1B's were at only 10 meters in the air, and loaded with anti-ship missiles.

10 Seawolves were 20 meters under them, with all torpedo bays loaded. 2 kilometers away, sat a pair of Typhoons with missiles ready to fire.

Far above, K-station Twelve orbitted, with one crowbar ready to fly, just in case. All they'd need is one.

Farmina

11-11-2004, 11:17

General Spirt pressed the device against his ear. “Affirmative,” he said, “It has come to Farmina’s attention that Nowhere Place is attacking the Dumpsterdam fleet. Farminan lawyers are currently checking to see if the violates the ceasefire and whether or not Farmina has the right to return to a state of war, if it is not already in one. Farminan forces are on full alert so don’t try anything.”

“This is most unacceptable,” added Vernis, “Dumpsterdam didn’t commence hostilities so Farmina may be bound under terms of the alliance to instate an act of war.”

There was a pause, and then Vernis continued, “We feel that conflict is still avoidable and feel that the terms offered by Bahbland will satisfy the elected councils and the other pillars of government. However a third of the price would be more satisfying and lead to no more demands with regard to financing reconstruction.”

The representative of the High Priest, Cardinal John Feist, took his turn to speak in the name of Farmina, “Mr Dulane is of course correct, we use force but we have never denied it. We do what we must to spread the word of God. We are no angels by all means, but we must make judgements, be they right or wrong. If you are the moral people you claim to be give us the protection we ask. Or at least give us some, Bahbland has offered weapons to counter theirs. Give us terms we can accept in good faith.”

Cell forces

11-11-2004, 12:46

what inappropriate displays of power... there's just so many mice, and so little cheese.

-retired general g. adeplan of the cell forces

The Merchant Guilds

11-11-2004, 13:02

We would like to make clear, that peace must be sought by all parties involved here. If any attack is made upon Dumpsterdam's fleet, we will consider it an act of aggression against the Guilds, thus the Guilds would be forced to intervene with force in this situation, to help it's ally Dumpsterdam.

Regards,

The Guild of External Affairs,

OOC: You talk peace and then go attack someones fleet... clever eh?

IC:

To: Farmina.

We would like to request the use of some of your airbases for a number of Air Legions, we maybe sending to support you and our ally Dumpsterdam. We will also be transporting a number of ground regiments to secure our airfields.

Regards,

The Guild of Defence,

Dumpsterdam

11-11-2004, 13:13

The Macabees

11-11-2004, 18:09

OOC: Let's not get into an ignore fest here...

IC:

[Targul Frumos, Freemantia]
It was time to release another wolfpack on RWC enemies. Ten Toledo class Nuclear Attack Submarines (SSNs) slipped into the cold waters of the Tiberian Sea, and moved towards the current location of Dumpsterdam's fleet, and the recent attack. It would be the Macabee's job to mop up this situation with a few missiles. The Toledo class was a very good submarine. It's thick titanium frame could support a crush depth of three kilometers, and this was coated with anachoic tiling to absorb active sonar pings (to a respective degree). The Toledos were armed with ten MT-3 torpedoes, and twenty Principe III anti-ship missile launched torpedoes.

There was no one man in command of the wolfpack. Modern submarines found it really hard to communicate with one another, and in times of battle against our submarines friendlies and enemies could not be told apart, meaning that friendly casualties would most likely occur. Consequently, it was standard Macabee strategy to fire a volley of missiles, then split up and attack enemy shipping independently and securely. The independent attacks would not allow the enemy to single out the submarines due to sheer technological resources available to the Toledo class SSN - it's defense was just too good for a fleet based off United States statistics, to destroy.

ETA to destination was somewhere around two days. The SSNs were running four hundred feet deep at a velocity of 38 knots.

OOC:

Some info on my technology so you don't call bullshit:

MT-3 Torpedo
The MT-3 torpedo uses a rocket engine with a NiAl, alumina formula nickel based superalloy, coating to project itself at fifty knots. The engine uses an MHD type propulsion, however using the NiAl construction to ease the rocket projection. It is a sort of underwater ramjet, first developed by the Russians, and then improved by New Empire, and finally in the hands of the The Macabees. The MT-3 is, consequently, extremely silent. The MT-3 also uses a cavitation absorber on the frame and on the screw; this was first developed by the U.S. Navy for destroyers, and shrunk by the Macabees to fit on a torpedo.

It has a 300kg Octagen warhead, with a hull piercing tip, to burn through the titanium double hulls. However, against a titanium frame it would still, most probably, still require two torpedoes to penetrate. The width of the warhead remains 500mm to be able to use it on the existing tubes on the Toledo class SSN and Spanish ASROC weapons on surface ships.

The MT-3 has a rounder form in order to force water pressure to spread equally along the torpedo, meaning that the torpedo could be fired at deeper depths.

The MT-3 is the only “normal” torpedo in Macabee use up to now. It could be classified as MADCAP, according to New Empire’s classification system. The MT-1 and MT-2 are Super Cavitational torpedoes.

Toledo class Nuclear Attack Submarine (SSN)
The Toledo SSN has a wholly titanium frame, ensuring a radical crush depth of three kilometers, and making it extremely strong – it could most likely take two or three Mk48 ADCAP torpedoes. The titanium frame is covered by anechoic tiles, which is basically a rubbery substance which absorbes outside noise, such as (specifically) active sonar sound waves (pings) – although a destroyer, or sonobouy, could cath it within six hundred to ten thousand meters, depending on the strength of the sonar system. Anachoic tiling can also be known as “gaucho.”

As a sonar system the Toledo uses a variant of the Poseidon SONAR, named after the Greek God of the Sea. The Poseidon has a very well built passive side, which uses hundred of hydrophones, nanometers in size, which listen acutely for sounds. Crew are especially tuned into the noise of doors opening (outer torpedo doors). The active sonar is also marble, but rarely used. The Poseidon for the submarines was mainly designed to detect surface shipping, which was extremely noisy, and allowed the SSNs to make precision raids on enemy shipping. The Toledo, for other passive uses, also has a TB-23 thin line towed array which reels out of the main ballast tank, as well as a shorter TB-16 towed array. The Toledo makes use of a dual LIDAR system – normal LIDAR, and Doppler LIDAR. The normal LIDAR detects vector and rage of a target by using a laser, coming from a four and a half million watt system (6,000 horsepower), giving it an immense range. The Doppler LIDAR uses the same type of laser to detect velocity of the target. Consequently, LIDAR not only finds vector and range, but velocity, allowing faster updating for the submarine’s supercomputers on the moving target.

The beauty has eight forward 500mm torpedo tubes, capable of firing MT-1s, MT-2s, as well as the newer MT-3s. For anti-torpedo uses the tubes can fire MAT-1s. The Toledo also carriers Principe IIIs, a missile launched torpedo, designed for surface shipping. These are fired from a single quadruple storage vertical launch system, which fire, then rotate, then fire. To fire all four slots it takes about thirty seconds. The vertical launch tubes are re-loaded through a hydrolic load process, doing it quickly and efficiently.

For anti-torpedo defenses the Toledo uses an underwater CIWS system based off those captured from salvaged Orcas, created by New Empire. However, they are slightly upgraded. Tight oxygen packages which need to be replaced by experts, doing it mechanically, allow a MetalStorm gun to lock on torpedoes by using onboard LIDAR and SONAR systems. Consequently, torpedoes are blown out of the water. This makes the Toledo a tough nut to crack.

For propulsion the Toledo uses a nuclear reactor with a single screw in the rear. However, it also makes use of MHD propulsion, mostly when in battle, to get rid of cavitation, and thus make the submarine much more quiet. Ways are still being figured out of how to get rid of the black hole created by MHD on enemy sonar, and we are currently investing in the captured Orcas to unlock this secret.

Bahbland

11-11-2004, 18:28

OOC: Where have you guys been for the past weeks of combat?!

Nowhere Place, I recommend you call off your attack. I am recalling my forces now. Farminia has agreed to our terms, and I'm sure we could assist in an agreement between your nations.

I request an armistice!

Farmina

12-11-2004, 02:27

OOC: I don't remember to agreeing to all the terms.

IC:To Merchant Guilds
Farmina is currently not in a state of war with Nowhere Place, and feel that it would be a violation of the ceasefire if you did. However, there is a possibility that the ceasefire has become invalid and the lawyers are debating the matter. If the ceasefire is violated then you may use our airbases.
From the Supreme Commander of Farmina's Office
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General Sprit again took turn to speak, "There is a large number of forces converging on Farmina and we are nearly certain that the ceasefire maybe at risk of invalidation. Our cannons are already loaded and making targets. If the ceasefire fails before a treaty is signed, then we feel that Farmina, Sinear and Bahbland will still all be at peace."

Then the representative for Sinear took turn, "But unless someone actually puts foward a treaty, the Sinearan army will continue to mobilise as it is unclear who will be at war with who."

General Sprit again took turn to talk after listening to his ear piece, "If no treaty is put before Farmina by the commencement of the Dumpsterdam attack, we will declare the ceasefire invalidated as not only the series of conflicts invalidate it, but it will be clear that Nowhere Place has no intention of peace which removes the purpose of the ceasefire."

Nowhere Place

12-11-2004, 03:37

OoC: NP I'm currently ignoring your attack because your not clear on what your attacking with what and how the hell you got there.

Its broad daylight and what the HELL is a Zaku Marine? If you don't explain how things work and how you got inside the perimiter of ASW units I'm ignoring you.

Rotovia please state how MANY aircraft you are sending so I can start posting up a defence against your attacks.

There will be a declaration of war against the nations of Rotovia and Nowhere Place if they attack DRN naval units. I'm also looking forward to the statement of the RWC on this.

Remember this is all OoC information that cannot be used IC.

[OOC: I understand your grounds on disregarding my post and I see no point in arguing. I'll give you the knowledge that was asked for.

First off, I had no idea you had ASW units. Nowhere, in any post of yours, does it say you have any on the perimeter. In fact, I'm not even sure what an ASW unit is. It may be a common term, somewhere, but for the life of me, I can't identify it.

Second, the Zaku Marine is an underwater mech. I'm a semi-future tech nation, so don't scream.

I know what you're thinking. "30 Zaku Marines?" Yes, 30 of them. And there's 14 more where they came from. Under normal circumstances, there'd be no way in Hell I could produce all of those with my budget alone.

However, the development of the Zaku Marines was a regional project. Over 11 nations pitched in. Having the largest Arms Manufacturing industry, Nowhere Place began to roll them out, with financial support of the other sponsor nations. These Zakus are regional property, but because I rolled them out first, they're mainly mine. ;)

If you want stats, here they are:

Accommodation: pilot only, in standard cockpit in torso
Dimensions: overall height 15.2 meters; head height 14.5 meters
Weight: empty 43.3 metric tons; max gross 55.8 metric tons
Powerplant: ultracompact fusion reactor, output rated at 921 kW
Propulsion: hydrojets: 54000 kg total
Performance: maximum thruster acceleration 0.89 G; maximum water speed 39 knots
Equipment and design features: sensors, range 2200 meters
Fixed armaments: 1 x vulcan gun, mounted in head
Optional hand armaments: SUBROC (SUBmarine ROCket) gun, 4-tube chamber; 2 x 240mm 4-tube rocket pod

Despite those stats, the things aren't as good as they look. One hit can sink these things. However, what they lose in armor, they make up for in maneuverability. They're some of the most maneuverable craft yet found in water because of their strategically placed hydrojets. Of course, this maneuverability also has a price. The Zaku Marine can't function for overly long, and must resupply very often.

They're also the most advanced units so far in the Nowhere Place arsenal.

Now, to where I came from. Simply put, my country is behind you . Most of our forces are behind you. Therefore, my transport ships (which are really just large, floating boxes that can "sail"), came up behind you. These were not units that magically broke through your blockade, don't worry. They also (to your pleasure, most likely), have no escort, so don't worry about any ship-to-ship combat from my end (if, in the end, I attack you after this). However, even though I won't attack you, my transports are there, so you know.]
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Dulane stared at his Vice-Foreign Minister, Carl Abigail. "Clark sent them and you didn't tell me?"

Abigail dropped his gaze. "Yes sir. He was responding to the Dumpsterdamiun threat. We didn't want you to know, because we thought it might hurt the peace process."

"Imbecile! Look what you've done!"

"I'm sorry, Foreign Minister..."

Dulane turned back to the others. "We'll have a finished plan given to you by tomorrow. Until then I ask that these meetings be 'recessed' so that I can yell at my President..."

He growled the last two words.

[OOC: What my delegate is really saying (on behalf of myself): "I'm going to be busy until tomorrow afternoon, so I don't think I can give you much tonight. Can I bring it to you tomorrow without having my troops blown up due to my inactivity?"]

Rotovia

12-11-2004, 08:55

Dumpsterdam

12-11-2004, 18:50

OoC: NP, I don't mind you using the mechs and I'll wait with my defence against them so you can pull out if you want. And ASW means Anti Submarine Warfare and I currently have around 50 highly advanced Zeven Provincien Frigates on ASW perimiter duty. As for my fleet, a modern fleet can take an opponent coming from any direction and are spaced apart so that they can execute manoeuvres.

Rotovia, your bombers are facing over 300 naval vessel’s and 150 interceptors currently airborne so prepare for massive slaughter.

IC:

Aboard the DRN Seven Provinces, Behemoth Class Super Carrier.

Admiral Quarren sat on the black leather covered command seat of the bridge as he watched the Rotovian bombers enter the first line of defence of the fleet. "Ensign, contact those bombers and tell them that they are entering a Dumpsterdanian Royal Navy Battlefleet no-fly zone. If they fail to turn back, we will open fire." Quarren accepted a cup of coffee from his aide and sipped the hot liquid. The ensign at the panel looked back. "No response sir, shall we commence intercepting and start defensive measures?" The admiral nodded as he sipped his coffee. "Yes, patch me through to fleet comms." The ensign pushed several buttons and relayed the Admiral to a fleet wide transmission.

This is Admiral Quarren, we have possible hostile aircraft incoming for the fleet. All crews to battle stations and prepare for immediate attack, landing divisions prepare for beach assault. At this word a general red alert was given as pilots ran for their interceptors and ground attack aircraft, gunnery crews made for their missile and gun batteries as in the troop transports marines and army regulars prepared to enter the landing craft.

Quarren put down the mic as he turned to his lieutenant and second in command.
"How many JackRabbit interceptors are currently airborne?"
"We have 90 interceptors airborne, six Guild harriers and another 60 interceptors being launched." He paused shortly. "Both the DRN Ramas and the DRN Revenge report that they will have all their aircraft airborne within five minutes sir, the escort carriers are currently launching too but we have no word from them yet sir."

Quarren smiled. "Let them have it then, commence fire." The ensign at the pannel nodded and relayed orders.
All across the fleet CIWS(close in weapon systems) reared up as missile upon missile was readied for launch on the Ticonderoga missile cruisers. Near the first picket line of small frigates Boffors 30 mm cannons pointed at the sky, ready to take on any threat. JackRabbit interceptors criss crossed the sky above the fleet as the first missile was launched from the flagship DRN Seven Provinces. The sky above the fleet turned white with motor trails of the thirty Javelin and fifty SeaSparrow AA missile's streaking towards the bombers as the forty JR interceptors commenced intercepting of the bombers a mere six seconds after the last missile had been launched.

If the bombers would come into range of the fleet's gun's there would be a hail of lead going up, but fleet command expected the bombers to be taken out without much trouble.

OoC: Stats for the Seven Provinces, Ramas and Revenge: http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=332455&page=1&pp=15

Stats for the Jackrabbit interceptors: http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=368929&page=1

Bahbland

12-11-2004, 23:42

Dumpsterdam and Nowhere Place, Bahbland DEMANDS you cease hostilities AT ONCE.

We can sink your fleet in just over two minutes notice, Dumpsterdam.

Dumpsterdam

12-11-2004, 23:47

We could bloody well blow your missile satelites out of orbit but incase you hadn't noticed no-brainer our fleet is being attack so you tell Rotovia to bitch the hell off. We are totaly in our right to defend our fleet and I don't think you have the right to infringe on that.

Erik Solar,
Imperial Councillor,
Minister of Foreign Affairs.

Nowhere Place

13-11-2004, 01:49

(OOC: Thank you, Dumpsterdam. I know that some nations would bitch like Hell at the Zaku Marines. It's a relief to know that I won't have an argument on my hands.

Also, thank you for the ASW info.)

The Zaku Marines withdrew from the battlefield, orders in accordance with the wishes of its ally, Bahbland.

They returned to their carriers, and waited. The Nowhere Place ships and troops on the other side of the blockade went on highest alert. Any trouble on the part of Dumpsterdam upon Nowhere Place or any of its allies, and Nowhere Place would be ready to retaliate.

A message was sent to Rotovia and Dumpsterdam, asking that they both stand down (for the time being).
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Meanwhile, Dulane sat in his hotel room and screamed at Clark over a satelite link.

"God damn you, Artemis! I had it in my pocket! I was going to get us a fair deal! I had it, I tell you!"

Clark remained skeptical. "If we hadn't shown we could fight back, Dumpsterdam would have atta-"

"You should have given me some time to negotiate before you jumped the gun! You've now ruined my position! I have to build up a base again!"

"I understand, Mark, but it was necessary. There's no point in arguing with you further, though... Do you wish to continue the negotiations?"

"Of course, Mr. President."

Dulane said the title with a twinge of sarcasm and closed the connection. He waited for Farmina to say they were ready to come back to the table.

The Macabees

13-11-2004, 02:26

The Macabee Government was interested in giving their ally, Dumpsterdam, the advantage in this next round of peace processing, and thus ordered another fateful command of war, a full missile strike on Nowhere Place's navy in the area. The goal was to shake up Nowhere Place and, perhaps, destroy a great deal, to all of, NPs navy in the area of the attack. For that they would use the ten Toledo class SSNs sent to the area under orders of the government (yes, I posted this two to three days ago).

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[Submarine Battles :: ATTN: Nowhere Place]
The ten submarines were far enough from each other that they didn't jeoperdize their stealth if one was found. Meaning that Nowhere Place would have an extremel difficult, and mortal, time finding the submarines after this next attack. The submarines had been stocked with twenty Principe III anti-shipping missiles, and these were about to be used before the subs escaped back to open sea and were stocked by merchant ships restocked to be temporary armament ships, under payment of the Macabee Government.

The ten SSNs rose to one hundred and fifty feed depth and began to flood the VLS tubes for firing their Principe IIIs. The VLS tubes were stated s2 prepared and the outer doors were opened. At this current position the Toledos were four hundred kilometers from NPs fleet, extremely out of range of their SONAR, especially with the technology used on the Toledo class SSN.

In five volleys, taking a total time of some three minutes to fire a total of twenty Principe IIIs per sub (two hundred [200] total), the Principe IIIs were out, and running straight towards Nowhere Place's fleet. Flying at thirty meters altitude the conventional engines propelled the Principe III at Mach 1.9 towards their targets, guided by coordinates given inside the submarine using information given to them by sattelite data feeds. The Principe IIIs began their second phase at 350kms, and began to sea-skim, using MLT-2 LIDAR technology to look out for waves and such, and at one hundred kilometers range the Principe IIIs turned on heavy jamming support, jamming NPs RADAR systems, at least temporarily. Using this time the Principe IIIs slowed and at sixty five thousand meter (65 kilometers) range the Principe III missile capsules broke, throwing a total of two hundred MT-2 Super Cavitating torpedoes into the water, nose first. Using a RENE 6N superalloy to support the long range super cavitation technology the torpedoes headed towards NPs fleets at 200knots (not bullshit, actual RL technology..the range has been enhanced quite a bit..however, that's realistic...I read a 2,000 page book on superalloys :-P). At twenty kilometers range from their targets the two hundred MT-2s used MLT-2/t LIDAR and Poseidon/t SONAR to seek out their targets. Enemy counter measures, such as noise makers, would be useless. LIDAR was unaffected by such tools (LIDAR stands for LIght Detection And Ranging; uses a laser to detect range to target, and velocity of target).

Way before this phase the ten submarines had rapidly crash dived to 1.5 kilometers depth, using their titanium frames to support the depth. Once they were at the selected depth they would turn around using their minipods, and head to the armament ships at 10 knots velocity. A sattelite pass would assess the damage done, and intelligence would assert if a second strike was needed.

Farmina

13-11-2004, 03:28

General Sprit, “Farmina retracts its claims about invalidating the ceasefire, for now.”
It was the Sinearan delegate, Peter Carlyle, who spoke next, “This an appropriate time to speak considering Mr Dulane has left. The Sinearan people under the glorious President Kalantar are seeking a freedom; a freedom from being some bargaining chip. As we speak Sinearan soldiers are preparing to arrest the Bahbian trespassers and so called “holy warriors” and Farminans in our forces have already been placed in captivity. We suggest the Bahbians either surrender or we will use force against them. Kalantar will guide us to freedom!”
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The Sinearans watched as row after row of Farminans were locked in the mesh cages.
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Mr Thurg checked the room number again. It was certainly Mr Dulane’s. He felt the knife in his shoe, just in case. He proceed to knock.

Rotovia

13-11-2004, 05:57

Pesident Bacchus was siting in a quiet Rotovian cafe when the news of the slaughter came in. The air was still and the sun hung low, scattering it's rays accross the empty seats as men and women returned from work.

Though the site of a head of state taking coffee might be something spectacular and unusual in most nations, the President had made it his policy to always remain a public figure.

Gently blowing the foam so as to cool the coffee, but no disturb the foam, he failed to notice General Carthage approach behind him.

General: "Your Eminency, I bring news of our offencive!"

President: "Good Lord man, you scared me... what news?"

General: "Prelimenary reports are not good sir..."

President: "A minor victory?"

General: "A deafeat sir..."

President "What?!"

The booming voice of the President carried accross the town and his cup dropped to the ground. Noticably concerned the General snaped to attention, as if military protocol would protect him from the wrath the was sure to be wrought.

General: "They were unable to acheice any signifcant damage sir, they were simply outnumbered..."

President: "Did you know that in Rotaj'da there is no word for defeat? Have the Second, Third and Nineth Fleet set sail!"

General: "Sir the Nineth and Homeland Fleets are all that gaurd the mainland!"

President: "Deploy them, I will not be embaressed! And get my cousin on the phone, you would think a Fleet Admiral could handle a task like this! And someone get the VicePresident, she can handle this mess... I have a town hall to open or something!..."

Nowhere Place

13-11-2004, 07:48

(OOC: Nowhere Place is not currently at war with Dumpsterdam. In fact, Dumpsterdam isn't even at the negotiation table with Farmina and us... From that post, I take it that you're attacking the "fleet" outisde of the Dumpsterdamiun fleet, then? That's the only fleet you could attack without me noticing from your current range, and not have them cut through your ally's own ships. Correct me if I'm wrong, though. I'll change my post.)

The transports were basically gigantic boxes, which could float and move when needed. At the moment, they were on red alert, their highest, even though they had just received an escort in the form of 2 Submarines (non-nuclear ones), and three Cruisers. One sub was one each flank, and the Cruisers were spread evenly throughout the box-formation. At the time of the attack, 20 of the 30 Zaku Marines were in their five-unit teams, also along the perimeter, among the Subs. 5 were on the right flank, 15 on the left, outside the Subs. They'd just been deployed when the attack begun.
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*Aboard the Submarine Wasp, on the right flank (the strongest).*

The SONAR operators eyes became large.

"Captain, I have a million and one contacts hitting the water!"

"Evasive action!"

"Too fast for that!"
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The Zaku Marines on the right flank were caught totally unprepared.

"What!? Incoming!"

"Evasive!"

The Zaku Marines had assumed an "L"-formation, and the two units at the bottom of the "L" were the first to be hit.

The fusion reactors within the Zaku Marines went "critical". Although the blasts weren't anywhere near the strength of a nuclear fission explosion, they were still massive, and caused a huge disturbance within the water. The pilots' visions were quickly obscured before they, too, were taken out.

The remaining Torpedoes slammed into the Wasp, pulverizing it into zillions of pieces a person could fit on the tip of one finger. The other Torpedoes scored hits on 3 of the cruisers and one of the transports, pulverizing all of them as they had the Wasp. Within the destroyed transport were 10 Zaku Marines, also all destroyed.

The other ships all sustained moderate to heavy damage, but the rest of the Zaku Marines remained intact.
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"Who is it?"

Dulane looked through the peep-hole at Thurg.

"Oh, just a second."

Suddenly, Dulane's cellphone rang.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Thurg. You'll have to wait a bit longer. Private call."

Dulane answered.

"Hello? Yes. Wait, wha-"

Dulane gasped.

"Jesus, Lord in Heaven... I'll take care of it."

He hung up and opened the door.

"Thurg, this may be short notice, but you're coming with me. Now."

Before letting the man speak, he barged past him and to the stairs, not wishing to take the elevator. He summoned his ride, was to the negotiations building, and barged into the conference room, where the Farminian delegates sat, now stunned at his sudden entrance. It was too late, he realized, that he had forgotten about Thurg. But that didn't really matter.

"Dumpsterdam has attacked our forces in your waters, even when we asked them to stand down. If you had something to do with this, so help me God, I will... I will... I don't know what the Hell I'll do!"

Dulane slammed his hand on the table.

"Call them off! All of them! If negotiations are to take place, it will be between our two nations and not the rest of the world! As I said before, gentlemen, this game of backstabbing will not end us up anywhere! Your allies are as guilty as mine! Call Dumpsterdam and their friends off, or I swear to you that Clark will make all of our lives extremely difficult, and we'll get no peace out of any of this! You'll rant and rave all you want, but all you'll have is a bunch of dead men on your shores, and nothing to show for it! Not even money! So call those bastards off!"

He slammed his fist on the table again, then calmed down visibly.

"Please... This fighting is totally pointless... We'll be happy to lend a hand with the Sinear situation... Clark told me to tell you as much... So call them off so that we can redirect troops to Sinear. We'll have them help you, as long as Dumpsterdam lets them through..."

(OOC: For clarification, we think that it was Dumpsterdam who attacked, not The Macabees.)

Farmina

13-11-2004, 09:45

Mr Thurg allowed himself to get behind. He could still feel the small blade hidden in his shoe. Then further behind. Then he turned around and headed back for to the Nowhere Placan’s room. In the rush it had been unlocked (for the purpose of making the story more interesting) and Thurg proceeded inside and began to look for anything of interest; anything that might buy him out of exile and repay his “crimes.”

General Sprit was convinced Dulane was completely mad, but this was no time to say such a thing aloud, “Mr Dulane, we have a problem with a mad dictator in Sinear and you yell at us about some country attacking you, when it is clear that we had nothing to do with the attack.”

The General paused to have another sip of his drink, “Perhaps it is not clear, we are here in the name of peace, with peaceful intent and means. We have been feeding you men during the blockade. Yes most certainly we asked Nowhere Place to act as leverage. No, we didn’t ask them to attack, they failed to inform us of it if they did, and I see no evidence that they did. Now may we go back to the serious issue of Kalantar’s betrayal?”

The Sinearan delegate stood up ready to make another foolish and patriotic speech.

OOC: Will Thurg find anything? He is actually just waiting for Dulane in private, but just in case.

Dumpsterdam

13-11-2004, 10:52

DRN Seven Provinces

Admiral Quarren had received the first report on the Rotovian bombers and he smiled as he learned that the enemy had been destroyed. "Very good job men, very good job. I'll suggest that we give all crews a little extra for the night." Quarren nudged his second in command with his elbow. "Uh, sir, that sounds great."

Quarren paced around the holographic map table when there where several missile launched on the NP fleet, and they weren't from DRN units as far as he could tell. "Marcus, get the fleet back on red alert and tell our ASW units to be on standby, we have submarines in the area." Marcus saluted swiftly before making off to the communications officer. And comm's tell the NP fleet that these aren't our submarines, hell get our S&R helicopters ready and tell them that where here to help!"

To: Commanding Officer, Nowhere Place fleet.
From: Admiral Quarren, DRN Seven Provinces
Subject: none

We have observed the missile attack upon your fleet and we can prove that those missile's where not from any of our units. If you wish we can send an squadron of Search & Rescue helicopters to help with any men in the water.

SeaKing #19 "Dolhpy" at dipping site #546

"Uh, sir, do we have any submarines in this area?" The technician asked the pilot.
"No, all submarines are near the fleet or nearer to the coast, why?" The pilot looked back.
"I'm hearing something flooding, either a torpedo or a missile tube..."
"What?! Figure out who the hell it is, now!" The pilot released the safety on the Mark 45 EMP torpedo.
"Sir, computer has identified the contact! Its a...a Macabee Toledo class?"
The pilot looked back again. "Why the hell are they here? Notify that sub commander and tell him to get the hell out!"

"Sir, we have launch on the Toledo and my sonar just went crazy, target is the NP fleet." The technician looked at the pilot. "Nothing we can do chief, other then launching that torpedo because I know that fleet command is watching."
The pilot nodded and pressed down on the trigger, the torpedo hitting the water and making its way towards the Toledo class.
"Sir its diving and its going a hell load deeper then our subs."
"Damage?"
"Hard to tell sir, these Toledo class are to silent for that but I did hear the EMP going off."
"Well lets get back to the LPD and report this..."

OoC: The SeaKing is working off an LPD supply ship so it would be within range to do so and the EMP torpedo is just a standard anti-submarine torpedo with a small warhead which fucks up electronics in a 50 meter radius.

Bahbland

13-11-2004, 19:46

Cheif Executive DeAngelis sat at the conference table at 5:00AM. He hadn't slept for over 2 days. He downed another cup of coffee; he refused to take pills.

"I'm tired of this, guys" he said, as he took his head in his hands and put his elbows on the table. The Bossmen 1st's of the vrious armed forces nodded. Corporate Executives did the same.

Jim Higgins, of the Freight-Star Corporation, broke the silence and asked the Cheif; "Sir, our convoys sending shipments to our deployed forces will need protection if this carries on."

"Yes, they will..." he answered, "Quincy. How many destroyers can we send out?"

Andrew Quincy, Bossman 1st of the Bahbian Oceanic Company, opened a breifcase and shuffled some papers "I can get you 21 destroyers, 15 frigates and a pair of attack subs, sir."

"Thanks, Andy" he said, on the verge of sleep. A secretary brought in a cup of Colombian Popayan Dark, which should keep DeAngelis wired for a few more hours. His shaky hand put the mug to his mouth.

"George, move five more Crowbar stations over every nation or fleet. I'm ending this war." George Briggs, Bossman of the Bahbian Orbital Battery Authority looked concerned. "Five! What our your plans, sir?"

"Next nation to shoot loses, George. Prep three Mammoths to reload them... just in case any of the other leaders are dumb enough to doubt how much sticks from space hurt."

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DeAngelis caught four hours of sleep, then made a speech at 10:00 AM in the Capitol. Bahbland would drop a crowbar on any nation that fired upon another. All nations involved, including allies, are to report to ViZion to end the war. ANY nation that fires on another's forces, including allied nations, will get a few tons of very fast moving tungsten within two minutes. And don't think your submarines are safe from them.

I declare an armistice for Sunday, 12:00AM, Greenwich time.

Nowhere Place

13-11-2004, 21:37

Lt. J.G. Steinburg sat with Captain Hale in the briefing room of the Crow, one of the remaining transports, not long after the attack. Recovery was getting particularly hard, especially because the Crow itself was pretty heavily damaged.

"How? Where did they come from? Why weren't they detected before?"

"They were out of sensor range. We couldn't get a fix on them if we tried!"

"Yet they somehow got a fix on us..."

"You're thinking satelites, aren't you, Lt.?"

"There's no other way they could know our position so exactly without having us within sensor range, sir."

"But there are billions of satelites and debris up there. We can't possibly find which exact one. I know your thinking, Lt., and it is terribly flawed. You can't hope to be safe from them."

Steinburg bit his nails, then continued.

"But we can't just sit here, sir! Whoever made that attack will come back and try to finish the job."

"Not with Bahbland's latest threat, they won't. HQ says that Bahbland is threatening to use its satelite systems to destroy the next faction to fire... whether they be enemy or ally."

Another round of quiet.

"What should we do about Dumpsterdam's request, sir?"

"For all it's worth, even though we're on opposite sides, Dumpsterdam has been a most gracious enemy, especially considering that they're offering to help us."

"But they might imprison the troops they recover..."

"Even so, those troops will be better of they're on a ship than in the cold sea. I've already had a message dispatched to Dumpsterdam, saying that we appreciate assistance."

"Already? Then I ask to go with them, sir."

"What?"

"Some of those are men under my command, sir. I want to meet with the Dumpsterdam commander."

"Absolutely not! Request denied! Lt. Takamura isn't with us, and we need you to lead our teams of Zaku Marines!"

"Katz can do that, sir. Please. I want to 'meet my enemy'."

Hale and Steinburg stared at each other for a brief moment, before Hal caved in. He sighed deeply.

"Alright. We'll tell them that one of our officers wishes to make a good-natured visit to them. We'll also tell them that you'll be there alone, without any supervision on our part. Hell, you can tell them yourself."
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The message to the Dumpsterdamiun fleet regarding Lt. J.G. Steinburg was put through not long after their acceptance of help:

"This is Lieutenant Junior Grade Carl Steinburg of the Nowhere Place Naval Mobile Assualt Division. I ask, in the name of good nature, that I be able to speak with your fleet commander face-to-face; all this on the behalf of the Nowhere Place fleet. I will be alone and unarmed, if clearance is given. I await your answer."
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The almost total lack of sleep since negotiations began coupled with extreme stress were taking their toll on Dulane. He was, at this moment, enraged far beyond his usual limits. He stared coldly at the Farminian delegates.

"The master is not in control of their dogs?..." he muttered softly, to himself. Then, aloud, he said: "We appreciate what you do in the name of 'peace', but then again, you've been very, very sneaky with us before. For all I know you're putting poison in our food. How can I be sure that we can trust you entirely?"

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