Nationalists Seize Power in Generia [Archive]

Generic empire

11-10-2004, 19:37

General Nikolai Brezhkov leaned back in his chair, and moved his feet to rest on the top of his desk. He closed his eyes and allowed the smoke from his cigar to wreath his face in the dimly lit office. He turned his head slightly to gaze out the window. The searchlights from the towers illuminated his soldiers scurrying back and forth, carrying boxes, and loading them onto waiting trucks. Main battle tanks stood in rows, silent sentinels in this calm before the coming storm. Yes, a storm indeed, and come it would, whether to be welcomed openly or with resistance. Whatever the case, by tomorrow, a new sun would rise over Generia.

Brezhnekov’s eyes wandered towards the flagpole that stood in the center of the fenced in military compound. At the top the Imperial flag, illuminated by searchlights, hung limply with the absence of a breeze to give it life. Sharp emotion pierced Brezhnekov’s chest as he watched that symbol of symbols, the mark of the Empire. He had fought for that symbol for forty years. He had led his men to their deaths, and to great glory under that flag. If he were to die tomorrow, he would be satisfied knowing that he had served it well.

“Do you see that, colonel?”

Brezhnekov spoke to a silent officer who stood before his desk.

“If you ever get any doubts about this, any at all, just look at that and be reassured. If you ever are unsure of our motivation for these actions, for this great quest we are about to undertake, be comforted in knowing that our motivation flies right over our heads.”

The General removed his gaze from the flagpole, and set it upon the silent officer.

“Forty years have seen me fighting for this nation. For forty years I have fought the Empire’s wars, and sworn fealty to our great Imperators. I remember a time when our armies thundered over the great arid plains of Mozambique, or crunched through the jungles of Shoobooshaaba. I remember when I was a boy, how I looked at the maps of the old Empire, hundreds of years ago. I remember how its size awed me, along with the tales of the great, noble emperors of long past times.

Now, it would seem as though we have forgotten this. We have forgotten our history, our former grandeur. We are blind to the statues of those former great men. Our obelisks and pyramids, constructed by that noble man, Alexei, might as well be invisible to the masses. We are forgetting, and Antonius would have them forget.

It sickens me, Dmitri, shakes me to the core, as though Antonius’s saber has already pierced my very soul.”

The General leapt to his feet. He was nearly shouting now.

“But I will not have it! I will not suffer to see our great nation dwindle away! I will not have our armies fester and grow fat on pathetic government rations! This is not our nation! This is not Generia. That standard that hangs on the pole outside. That noble symbol. Oh, how it is a metaphor for the state of our land. Like that flag, our Empire hangs limp without a stiff breeze to give it life.

Colonel, I will tell you why we are doing this. We are doing this that we may be that stiff breeze. We will bring life to this Empire. We shall restore her glory. You and I, and our men out in that yard. We shall give Generia back her golden age, and then, when many years have passed, they shall build statues of us, and speak of how great General Nikolai Brezhnekov and august Colonel Dmitri Rubellai pried the Empire from the grips of lost memory and brought her back to her rightful place on high. Yes, this is how it shall be.

However, now we must focus on our tasks at hand. Are we ready?”

The Colonel spoke, the words of the General’s monologue still ringing in his head.

“We are, sir. Our men are finishing up loading the last of the supplies. We shall move soon. I estimate we shall reach Generia City in an hour at most.”

“Excellent. Than let us be gone from here. Let us go to the capital, and let us knock upon the doors of the Imperial palace. Let us call to Antonius, and tell him of our visions that he may give the reigns to those who would see them through.”

The General stood, saluted, and walked out of the door, followed by the Colonel. The wheels were turning.

The armored column advanced, rolling into the streets of Generia city. A few confused civilians stood on the sides of the streets, watching. Gunfire broke out from a nearby window, and the civilians scattered. A turret swiveled, and a cannon boomed. A building was left in ruins. Throughout the city, fire could be heard as the rebellious divisions engaged the guard units stationed in the capital.

Captain Mikhail Greghov ran out into an empty street. He looked in every direction, before advancing cautiously. A soldier appeared around a corner, several hundred yards away. Greghov raised his rifle, took aim, and put a bullet in the man’s head. The figure slumped to the ground.

The Captain and his squad advanced. Overhead, the sound of Imperial GI-77s split his ears. A cloud of fire appeared over a nearby building. The Imperial air force had scrambled a few jets, but they would not be able to react quickly enough.

No one had in fact been able to react quickly enough. General Brezhnekov’s forces had hit so quickly, and in such an unexpected fashion that the Imperial divisions had not been able to react. Brezhnekov had support from several other nearby units as well, and together, they had swept into Generia City.

The scene in most of the streets was chaos. Frightened civilians ran to escape the fighting between the rebel detachments and the Imperial Guard units. Many Imperial soldiers simply laid down their weapons and surrendered to Brezhnekov’s men, or fled with the civilians.

By noon, most of it was over. Brezhnekov was in control of most of Generia City, and was preparing to storm the White Citadel.

Emperor Antonius ran from his chamber into the hall of the Imperial Palace. Smoke was visible from a window at the far end of the corridor. Chancellor Avidius Cassius appeared next to him.

“It’s over, you grace. The guard has surrendered. We have to leave immediately.”

Antonius did not respond. His jaw was slightly agape. It had happened so damn fast. How? Why? Who?

“Your grace?”

He snapped back to his senses

“Yes, yes.”

The corridor was filled with panicking officials and servants. The two men hurried through towards a staircase that would lead them to the roof, and a waiting helicopter.

“You mistress, lady Nadia is waiting for you.”

“Good. How is she?”

“Afraid.”

“I would assume.”

The men burst out onto the roof. The whir of chopper blades deafened them. Antonius and Chancellor Cassius jumped through the open door. Lady Nadia sat weeping in terror. Two servants ran towards the door, and handed the Chancellor four large, metal cases.

“This should insure us for a while, at least until we can get into your accounts in Zurich.”

Antonius called to one of the servants, a certain Georg Prushkin, head of Antonius’s household.

“Are you coming with us?”

The man yelled over the blades.

“I’ll get the next one.”

The helicopter left the landing pad, and made its way out of the city, flying high above the chaos below. The chopper transported the Imperial royal family to an airstrip nearby, whereupon they boarded a jetliner bound for the Borman Empire.

At the flight of the Emperor, most of the soldiers in the White Citadel surrendered, and Brezhnekov’s men marched unhampered into the Citadel, beneath the Generian standard. Brezhnekov himself marched up the steps to the Imperial palace, accompanied by a group of loyal Praetorians, and threw open the doors to power and greatness for himself. The coup was over.

CNN Breaking News

At 3 O’clock this afternoon, Generian ultra-nationalists seized power in Generia City. Led by a General Nikolai Brezhnekov, a group of twelve rebellious military divisions marched into the capital and defeated the Imperial Praetorian White guard. As of now, we are unsure of the exact situation in the nation, but from what we can gather from the associated press, the scene is rather chaotic, as you can see from the footage. Stay tuned for updates as they come in.

Excerpt from General Nikolai Brezhnekov’s televised speech to the Generian people:

“My Brothers! Today is indeed a great day! Today, with the help of my most noble soldiers, I have driven out he who would see our Empire whither into dust. I aim to bring forth a new era! One that echoes the glories of old. With your help, together we shall see our nation restored! We shall see Generia live again, breathe again!

My brothers, you may question my actions today, but know, know that it is for you that I do these things. Do not fear, for I do not seek to put you in chains, only to elevate you to angelic majesty. It is with this intention in mind that I take power over our noble land. Lend me you ears, and your hands, and we shall see my vision, my beautiful vision, through! For Generia, for God!”

Brezhnekov’s speech did the trick. He stirred up long lost feelings of nationalism and patriotism in the populace. He now had the majority of the popular support as well as that of the military.

Within a week, the General was firmly in control of the majority of the Empire and her provinces, and was preparing a coronation ceremony to proclaim himself Emperor. A new era it was indeed.

((OOC: No million man armies or weapons of mass destruction, please. I appreciate it.))

Generic empire

11-10-2004, 19:49

bump

The Island of Rose

11-10-2004, 19:51

Doomingsland

11-10-2004, 20:24

Fort Smith, outside of Generia City

The men of the elite 4th Armored Division watched as the capital was lit up with explosions. Many of them were eating lunch at the time of the first explosions, and were shaken when the alarm was sounded. Men scrambled to man their tanks and personel carriers, and fighters took off from the airfields. They had no orders weather or not to take action. Finnaly, they saw the broadcast...

General Ross sat at his desk, watching the news, when he recieved a transmission from the emporer. The room went dark, the holoscreen in front of his desk lit up, and he knelt before it,

"What is your bidding, my lord."

"You are to make contact with the new government, set up a meeting. He has the majority of popular support, dethroning him wouldn't help us at all," came the warped voice of the emporerfrom the hologram. It was a dark figure in black armor, his face concealed behing mask.

"Yes, my lord. I shall carry your whims out immediatly."

"See that you do. Serve me well."

The figure disapeered, and the general stood up. He went to his intercom,

"Corporal, arrange a meeting with Brezhnekov. Orders from the emperor."

"Yes, sir."

Generic empire

11-10-2004, 20:46

((OOC: You people had it good too...))

From President Sergei Ilyanov-To Emporer Antonious

You are welcome in my nation to set up a Government in exile, just so you
know. Maybe we can both plan to take your nation back. Either way, you
need a place to stay that's safe. This is a nice offer, no? In fact, you can
stay in my Villa. Well?
-President Sergei Ilyanov of The Island of Rose

Imperial Communique

To: President Sergei Ilyanov
From: Emperor Antonius I

Your offer of exile is most generous, and, as much as I hate to admit it, rather necessary at this time. My family and I require safe haven in this uncertain period, and asylum would be most appreciated. I shall order my pilot to direct my aircraft to whatever airfield you specify.

With tmost gratitude,
Emperor Antonius I

Wirraway

11-10-2004, 21:09

From: Achilles Brown
To: Antonius I

I am deeply saddened and shocked by the events in Generia. As you loyal and trusted ally I would willingly back any attempt of yours to regain power. We also offer you the use and complete control over the area in Mozambique that we gave to the Generic Empire, you may use it as your base of operations.

To:General Nikolai Brezhkov
From: Coordinator of the Wirrawayan Concordiat Achilles Brown

We are rather taken aback by the recent events which have led to your seizure of power. We have always been allied with the Generic Empire and we wish to know your intentions so we can make an informed decision on hwo view your government.

Imperial Articas

11-10-2004, 21:16

Fort Douglas, Outside Generia City

The reaction in the base was like that of the Doomingslanders. The explosions startled the unsuspecting men. The alarms went off and over the intercom, the commander of the fort, General Summers, gave the orders.

"Everyone to defensive positions. No offensive fire. Stay alert and await further instructions."

Summers flicked a switch on his desk that turned of the intercom. He then picked up his phone.

"General Summers reporting from Generia sir."
The emperor answered "What is it?"
"Explosions in Generia City. Intellegence is just sending in report now. It appears radicals have taken over the city and Emperor Antonius was forced to flee. But it seems that the radicals have won over the population."
"Interesting, so it's a question of who to aid. The people of Generic Empire and the new government, or the old government. This could turn out becoming a much larger issue."
"How so sir?"
"Because CAD members will inevitable join this and help out whoever they think is right and it will turn into a fight between each other and if all the members of CAD are fighting each other, it leaves us open for our enemys to waltz in and destroy us."
"So what are your orders sir?"
"Just stay alert. Don't do anything official yet. If you are attacked, defend yourselves but don't take offensive action. I'll get back to you after I consult with the Imperial Senate and the Senate of CAD."
"Yes sir."

The Island of Rose

11-10-2004, 21:22

Imperial Communique

To: President Sergei Ilyanov
From: Emperor Antonius I

Your offer of exile is most generous, and, as much as I hate to admit it, rather necessary at this time. My family and I require safe haven in this uncertain period, and asylum would be most appreciated. I shall order my pilot to direct my aircraft to whatever airfield you specify.

With most gratitude,
Emperor Antonius I

From President Sergei Ilyanov-To Emporer Antonious the First:

We have a runway ready for you. A Humvee is set up for you to be driven
towards the Villa. From there, we can discuss plans to take your country.
You wonder, why am I being so nice? Two reasons. One is a random act of
niceness, which all Rosians do from time to time. Two, I don't want another
Alexei on the throne. Alert us to your arrival. God be with you.
-President Sergei Ilyanov of The Island of Rose

((OOC: You can do the landing, driving, and going to the Villa part. Remember, that Embassy Row leads to the Villa though...))

Generic empire

11-10-2004, 21:55

The bishop placed the Imperial crown upon the General's head.

"I crown thee Emperor Alexei II, Lord of Generia. Rise and serve the Empire."

Emperor Alexei II rose, and turned to face the gathered congregation. He bowed deeply to resounding applause, and began to walk down the aisle of the cathdral towards an armored limousine waiting outside. His saber hung casually at his side, bouncing back and forth against his leg as he walked.

Alexei II climbed into the limousine, where an officer sat adjacent from him. Alexei spoke.

"Is it ready?"

"Yes, my lord. In one hour it shall begin."

"Perfect. What better way to celebrate my coronation."

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Imperial Military High Command, Generia City

The enormous room was buzzing with excited talk and electronic noises. the gigantic monitoring screens were alight with blips and symbols.

General Mikhail Greghas Crassus stood on an elevated platform, staring at the largest screen, directly in front of him. Another mans tood next to him.

"The fifth and seventh Northern Imperial Armies are ready, sir. They await confirmation. Shall I give the order?"

The General breathed deeply.

"By all means. Let us welcome the new order."

"Excellent."

The second officer, a youngish colonel picked up a telephone that sat in a cradle next to him.

"We have confirmation. Operation: Restoration is a go."

Red lights began to flash throughout the command center.

"Operation: Restoration is go! Invasion is go!"

The lights dimmed, and the red blips on the screen began to slowly move northward. Northward into Moldova.

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The Imperial tanks rumbled over the Moldovan border, kicking up dust behind them in the cold air. These armored divisions were the tip of the Imperial spear, cutting towards Chisinau, by way of Leova. There, they would force a governmental surrender, and add a new province to Generia.

Captain Dmitri Ilsyich peered from the hatch of his M1-A5, ski mask pulled over his head to keep out a biting wind. He peered through binoculars at the surrounding countryside. On either side of him, armored units were visible, all making for a common objective.

The tanks rumbled through small towns and villages, crushed fields, broke down fences. Nothing stood in the way of the steel beasts out to restore the old Empire. Overhead, flyovers by GIF-77s became common in the first hour of the assault. Their bombs would find marks in Chisinau.

Generic empire

11-10-2004, 22:56

bump

The Island of Rose

11-10-2004, 23:08

bump

((OOC: It'd be nice if you landed in my country by now...))

Doomingsland

12-10-2004, 01:25

OOC:My general asked for a meeting with your new emperor.

Nikolaos The Great

12-10-2004, 01:26

The Island of Rose

12-10-2004, 01:30

To: Antonius I
From: Nikolaos the Great

I just heard you went into exile and I would like to know where. The Assembly and I are mixed up on who side to join. If you want you can come to Greece where you can plan to take back the throne.
-Nikolaos, Emperor of Greece

((OOC: You do realize he's heading to TIoR right now and is not turning back... besides I want him here :( I wanna help waaaaaa waaaaa :P ))

The Scandinvans

12-10-2004, 01:52

I the royal king of The Scandinvans sends a envoy to you Emperor Alexi the II and I support the rebuilding of your great empire to it's glory of old and would like to propose the forming of a league to bring together all the nations both imperial and royal goverments in a way as on order to support the goverments of these nations.

Imperial Articas

12-10-2004, 01:54

After speaking with the Senate in the Great Hall of CAD, the emperor boarded his helicopter and set back to the capitol. When he arrived he went straight to his office and picked up his phone.

"Summers, it's the emperor."
"Have you spoken with the senate?"
"Yes I have. It's agreed that we will aid the new government of Alexei II."
"Yes sir. By the way, it appears that the Generians have moved out and are planning to add new land to their empire. Our intellegence indicates that they will accomplish their goals very soon."
"Keep an eye on the situation. By the way, send a message to Alexei II. Ask if he needs any assistance."
"Will do."

Official Message
To:Emperor Alexei II
From:General Summers

His supreme leader, Emperor Kellerman, has decided that the empire of Imperial Artica will support you and your new government. If there is anything you need just ask.

Ferret Lands

12-10-2004, 02:41

Fort Smith, outside of Generia City

OOC: just a curiosity deal, I actually live in Fort Smith, Arkansas, no s***. Any chance I"ve got a NS'er near me?

Mauiwowee

12-10-2004, 02:48

Dear Antonius I

We have watched with dismay your displacement. You know our Islands are open to you as well. Additionally, your carrier group and airforce squadrons on your military base here have shown no indication to us as to who they are aligned with. You may wish to contact them. We can assure secure communications with them if you desire. Just let us know how we can assist.

Sincerely,
King 'Lude II

Doomingsland

12-10-2004, 19:48

Official Imperial Statement-

We will support any ruler in charge of Generia, so long as said ruler is not communistic.

OOC:Basicly means that if Antonius can sieze back power in a subtle way, we'll support him, but if not, Alexei's got our support.

Whittier-

12-10-2004, 19:59

Do you require foreign military assistance to help reestablish communist rule? Just asking cause I got some troops standing around with nothing to do.

Camel Eaters

12-10-2004, 20:04

A Message from the High Ruler:

We have long been friends and many wars have torn through your nation many wars we have helped with and we are weary. We have long prayed for peace in Generia and have found our prayers unanswered so we will not join in this war it is long past time that something should have happened. We have also instated a non-Hannari ruler for the Hannari they hae been drawn out of Buchania although it greatly pains us we wash our hands of Generia's wars and although we will remain their stalwart ally we will no longer aid them unless they are attacked by an outer presence.

With Great Pain,
Linfield Articus Hannon

Generic empire

12-10-2004, 20:42

The small private aircraft touched down in the Rosian capital. Emperor Antonius I, his mistress, and the rest of his associates who had fled with him stepped off of the aircraft. The party moved to a waiting limo. One rather solemn trip later, they found themselves at their appointed villa.

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Official Imperial Communique

To: Lazaris III
From: General Dmitri Rubellai, Acting Imperial Chancellor

Emperor Alexei II sends his most humble regards as well as sincere assurance that the Empire shall remain a steadfast ally of the Hellenistic Empire. We hope that you will see fit to support our new, most glorious reign.

General Dmitri Rubellai,
Acting Imperial Chancellor

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Official Imperial Communique

To: Emperor Helldawg
From: General Dmitri Rubellai, Acting Imperial Chancellor

We have recieved your request for a meeting, and would be most happy to arrange one. We shall prepare a chamber in the Imperial palace as soon as possible. We shall be expecting your delegation's arrival shortly. we hope that we may remain staunch allies of Doomingsland as we set up the new, most glorious regime of Alexei II.

General Dmitri Rubelai,
Acting Imperial Chancellor

Generic empire

12-10-2004, 20:43

Do you require foreign military assistance to help reestablish communist rule? Just asking cause I got some troops standing around with nothing to do.

((OOC: I was never commie, nor do I intend to ever be.))

Doomingsland

12-10-2004, 21:05

The Island of Rose

12-10-2004, 21:05

The small private aircraft touched down in the Rosian capital. Emperor Antonius I, his mistress, and the rest of his associates who had fled with him stepped off of the aircraft. The party moved to a waiting limo. One rather solemn trip later, they found themselves at their appointed villa.

A guard, armed with one of the new RAR-1Cs, escorted the Emporer towards the Red Room, where President Sergei does his, magic. President Sergei, Minister of War General Alexander Roska, Minister of Internal Affairs Galaph Yultanov, assorted Generals and guards were in the room. It was dark, the window closed. The Rosian flag covering it. There was a map of Generia on the President's table.

"Antonious." Sergei said. "Welcome to the first step of retaking your nation. So far I have authority to move 3 armies and 20 fleets. But it will not be enough."

He pressed a button on the desk, revealing a regional map of CAD. "We might need your allies' help too. And I am sure NATO will be willing to help."

Alexander Roska looked at the former-Emporer. "So, how are the defenses?"

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Meanwhile, another guard escorted the mistress and his associates to their respective rooms. The mistress's room was especially glamourous, something fit for a Princess with a Plasma screen. The guard said to the mistress. "Your sleeping quarters." And left.

((OOC: Ah... I've always wanted to be in a Generia RP :) ))

Borman Empire

12-10-2004, 21:38

Official Imperial Communique

To: Generic Empire
From: Chancellor Licinius

We know what is going on. And that Antonius was a horrible man, we support you 100%. But blood is the only way to unite 2 peoples. I see you in Moldova. Our men want Hungary. Perhaps we can aid eachother and take the spoils of our victory. Us Hungary, you Moldova. Our country is open to you.

End Transmission
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Secret IC:

...2VX encryption...

..3-Thread seal dome encrypting...

Official Imperial Communique

To: Antonius and those who support him
From: Bhalk(Yes himself)

I want Antonius back on the throne. Enclosed is a copy of the message I sent him. I want more land, who doesn't, and Hungary will give a perfect opportunity. If the council for Antonius return wishes me to do so my men can fight the ones in Moldova. Then the armies at home can move into Generia. These men will find it hard, but will NOT rape, pillage, loot, or burn. We can then hadn the keys to Generic Empire back to Antonius.

End Transmission

OOC: Please don't let this SUPER-DOOPER secret communique effect your decision to the first communique in any way at all.
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And like that they left. The 4th army shot out of the gate and began to conquer Hungary. They hit lightning-fast and quickly established a link to Moldova.

Back at home the 5th army was mobilized to assist Generic empire in Moldova. SECRETLY other forces were mobilizing in case they needed to charge into Generic Empire.

Nikolaos The Great

12-10-2004, 21:51

((OOC: You do realize he's heading to TIoR right now and is not turning back... besides I want him here :( I wanna help waaaaaa waaaaa :P ))
OOC: I have no way of knowing he is heading to your nation.

Borman Empire

12-10-2004, 22:23

Bump

Wirraway

13-10-2004, 00:00

Secret IC

From: Coordinator Achilles
To: Antonius I

The naval base in Mozambique is still yours to use if so you please, as are the naval, air and ground assets stationed there. As soon as we heard of the overthrow we shut down the whole area but it seems that most troops have remained loyal to you, they are eagerly awaiting you to lead them into battle once more.

Borman Empire

13-10-2004, 01:01

bump for reply to post

Mauiwowee

13-10-2004, 04:18

Doomingsland

13-10-2004, 17:05

OOC:Waiting for GE to start the meeting...

Borman Empire

13-10-2004, 20:58

bump

Doomingsland

13-10-2004, 21:04

OOC:Forgot about this thread...

Borman Empire

13-10-2004, 21:33

bump

Generic empire

13-10-2004, 22:04

The Island of Rose

13-10-2004, 22:09

((OOC: Generia I never got a response =/))

Generic empire

13-10-2004, 22:15

General Ross and his entarauge of six uniformed soldiers and the ambassador to Generia, Colin Jones, arrived at the gates of the imperial palace in their armoured limo. They passed the front gates, giving the guard house a customary salute. When they arrived up front, they relinquished their weapons, and made their way inside...

An Imperial Praetorian White Guardsman led the delegation through the palace to a large elevator. The elevator descended several stories to a bunker complex that stretched out below the White Citadel.

They proceeded down a corridor, and came to a heavy metal door. The guard opened it, and led the men into a comfortable, secure conference room far below the Imperial palace. Emperor Alexei II sat at the head of a large conference table. chancellor Rubellai stood beside him. The Emperor spoke with a heavy accent.

"Welcome, gentlemen. Please, be seated so that we may begin."

Generic empire

13-10-2004, 22:26

A guard, armed with one of the new RAR-1Cs, escorted the Emporer towards the Red Room, where President Sergei does his, magic. President Sergei, Minister of War General Alexander Roska, Minister of Internal Affairs Galaph Yultanov, assorted Generals and guards were in the room. It was dark, the window closed. The Rosian flag covering it. There was a map of Generia on the President's table.

"Antonious." Sergei said. "Welcome to the first step of retaking your nation. So far I have authority to move 3 armies and 20 fleets. But it will not be enough."

He pressed a button on the desk, revealing a regional map of CAD. "We might need your allies' help too. And I am sure NATO will be willing to help."

Alexander Roska looked at the former-Emporer. "So, how are the defenses?"

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Meanwhile, another guard escorted the mistress and his associates to their respective rooms. The mistress's room was especially glamourous, something fit for a Princess with a Plasma screen. The guard said to the mistress. "Your sleeping quarters." And left.

((OOC: Ah... I've always wanted to be in a Generia RP :) ))

Antonius nodded to the president.

"Mr. President, again, my most humble thanks to you for allowing me to take exile in your great nation, especially on behalf of my family."

Antonius looked at the map.

"I am afraid, my friend, that my allies will have sworn allegiance to the new government. That dog Brezhnekov, filthy usurper. He will promise them glory, and bring them only death.

As for NATO, even now I will not stomach them. They have brought too much strife to my people and I, and it would be traiterous of me to accept aid from them. There are other ways, however. There are garrisons still loyal to the old government, soldiers who will still shed blood for me, but we must not be hasty. We must be patient. Time will see Brezhnekov grow weaker, and our opportunity will expose itself. For now, we must prepare for that moment."

Borman Empire

13-10-2004, 22:30

Official Imperial Communique

To: Chancellor Licinius of The Borman Empire
From: Chancellor Dmitri Rubellai

Your plans have been heard, and Emperor Alexei II is most interested in your offer. Yes, we shall aid you, and our armies shall march over the lands of the unworthy for the glory of our empires, and then, when enough men have died, we shall bestride the Balkans like great titans, and we shall deal out our holy justice from above.

Chancellor Dmitri Rubellai,
Appointed Chancellor of the Reformed Imperial Congress,
Loyal servant to Emperor Alexei II

OOC: Yay

IC:
The 5th army moved out. Tanks rolled through the fields of Hungary into the adjoining country of Moldova.

"Yeha, we gona help Generic again!"

"Why are you talkign in that tone, with that accent?"

"I uh...-"

"Shut up and sit down!"

The procession moved on as the army went to meet with Generian forces. Soon Moldova would rest firmly in Alexai II's hands.

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Back at the Borman-Hungarian gate the 6th army emerged. The emperor thought too many men were sitting in Borman not getting active 'training'. He considered this conquering to be the 'training' they needed.

The onslaught just grew more poerful and the pressure more heavy with the addition of the 6th Army. Towns fell easily while cities surrendered as teh might of Borman swept across Hungary.

Borman Empire

13-10-2004, 22:40

"I am afraid, my friend, that my allies will have sworn allegiance to the new government. That dog Brezhnekov, filthy usurper. He will promise them glory, and bring them only death.

Secret IC:

...2VX encryption...

..3-Thread seal dome encrypting...

Official Imperial Communique

To: Antonius and those who support him
From: Bhalk(Yes himself)

I want Antonius back on the throne. Enclosed is a copy of the message I sent him. I want more land, who doesn't, and Hungary will give a perfect opportunity. If the council for Antonius return wishes me to do so my men can fight the ones in Moldova. Then the armies at home can move into Generia. These men will find it hard, but will NOT rape, pillage, loot, or burn. We can then hadn the keys to Generic Empire back to Antonius.

End Transmission

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The Island of Rose

13-10-2004, 22:40

Antonius nodded to the president.

"Mr. President, again, my most humble thanks to you for allowing me to take exile in your great nation, especially on behalf of my family."

Antonius looked at the map.

"I am afraid, my friend, that my allies will have sworn allegiance to the new government. That dog Brezhnekov, filthy usurper. He will promise them glory, and bring them only death.

As for NATO, even now I will not stomach them. They have brought too much strife to my people and I, and it would be traiterous of me to accept aid from them. There are other ways, however. There are garrisons still loyal to the old government, soldiers who will still shed blood for me, but we must not be hasty. We must be patient. Time will see Brezhnekov grow weaker, and our opportunity will expose itself. For now, we must prepare for that moment."

Sergei nodded. "Think nothing of it. Just try to keep your identity secret. I don't recommend you going in Emporor's robes" He chuckled.

Alexander shifted his eyes towards Antonious. "Yes, this is the reason for this meeting. You are here because you can tell us the ins and outs of your nation."

Minister of Interal Affairs Galaph Yultanov rolled his eyes. "Enough ins and outs to help him Alexander, right?"

Alexander chuckled. "Yes yes. If he's like Alexei, he will overstretch his armies and leave himself open. A big empire is a fat empire. And a fat empire will die of obesity."

Sergei chuckled. "Nice use of words. Yes, anyway. I am sure that your closest allies will not abandon you." He sighed. "Too bad about NATO though... hm. Well, what do you think 'Alexei II' plans will be?"

Generic empire

13-10-2004, 22:48

Well, what do you think 'Alexei II' plans will be?"

"Brezhnekov posseses an insane vision, a dream of recreating the glory of the old Empire, which spanned from our people's homeland in Ukraine to our current dominions. His invasion of Moldova is the first step in this."

The Island of Rose

13-10-2004, 22:58

Doomingsland

13-10-2004, 22:59

An Imperial Praetorian White Guardsman led the delegation through the palace to a large elevator. The elevator descended several stories to a bunker complex that stretched out below the White Citadel.

They proceeded down a corridor, and came to a heavy metal door. The guard opened it, and led the men into a comfortable, secure conference room far below the Imperial palace. Emperor Alexei II sat at the head of a large conference table. chancellor Rubellai stood beside him. The Emperor spoke with a heavy accent.

"Welcome, gentlemen. Please, be seated so that we may begin."
The men bowed to the emperor, and sat down.

The general began,

"Your emmenance, my lord wishes to be informed of your intentions for Generia." he said in perfect Russian.

OOC:Your guys speak Russian, right?

Generic empire

13-10-2004, 23:02

Chisinau, Capital of Moldova

The Imperial mobile artillery rumbled into place, into the center of fields and onto the crests of hills. The guns adjusted their range, and the crews made ready to unleash hell on the distant city. The cannons roared, and the muzzles flashed beneath grey skies as the deadly shells rocketed forth.

Muffled rumbles resounded back to the guns and clouds of flame and black smoke became visible in the distance. The guns thundered for days, constantly pounding the city, reducing its buildings to rubble.

In the south, the Imperial armor had cut into the nation like a sharp knife. Vulcanesti, Cahu, and Tarraclia had fallen without resistance. By now, the Moldovan armed forces had orchestrated themselves enough to halt the Imperial advance outside the city of Comrat, but they would not be able to hold out for long.

In the Black Sea, The Imperial Ninth fleet had moved into position. The pilots aboard the Imperial carriers scrambled to their aircraft. GIF-77s and 101’s would cut in over Ukraine to commence bombing of the other garrisons that would lay between Comrat and the capital.

More squadrons of GIF-77s moved in over the Moldovan-Generian border, moving to commence attack runs on the Moldovan armies outside of Comrat. The GIF-77s moved in fast and low, over the Imperial armored line, now shooting it out with a group of Moldovan armor, and anti-tank guns. The attack aircraft released their payload. GIF-17s followed. Anti-armor missiles from the 17s streaked through the air, finding their marks in the Moldovan T-80s.

The aircraft turned to rearm and refuel, and continue the strike.

((OOC: Anyone want to conduct special forces ops in the area, like in Ghost Recon?))

Borman Empire

13-10-2004, 23:04

OOC: Runs around like a retard and shouts and barks before shrieking, "Reply to my message, reply to my message, reply to my message!"

Generic empire

13-10-2004, 23:06

The men bowed to the emperor, and sat down.

The general began,

"Your emmenance, my lord wishes to be informed of your intentions for Generia." he said in perfect Russian.

OOC:Your guys speak Russian, right?

((OOC: A dialect.))

"General, I intend to bring great glory and power to my Empire. We have already begun phase one, as I am sure you are aware. Our armies shall soon secure Moldova, and then we may move on to part two. When we have finished, our Empire shall span from the Greek border to that of the Ukraine. The whole of the Black Sea shall be under our influence, and consequently that of the CAD."

Doomingsland

13-10-2004, 23:12

Wirraway

13-10-2004, 23:12

OOC: One last time....

Secret IC

From: Coordinator of the Concordiat Achilles Brown
To: Antonius I

The naval base in Mozambique is still yours to use if so you please, as are the naval, air and ground assets stationed there. As soon as we heard of the overthrow we shut down the whole area but it seems that most troops have remained loyal to you, they are eagerly awaiting you to lead them into battle once more.

Generic empire

13-10-2004, 23:13

OOC: Runs around like a retard and shouts and barks before shrieking, "Reply to my message, reply to my message, reply to my message!"

((OOC: Relax, Antonius hasn't received it yet. He's in conference with Sergei.))

Generic empire

13-10-2004, 23:15

OOC: One last time....

Secret IC

((OOC: Antonius is in conference with Sergei, and so has not recieved any communique's yet. Don't worry, though. I saw it.))

Borman Empire

14-10-2004, 01:11

bump

Wirraway

14-10-2004, 02:44

((OOC: Antonius is in conference with Sergei, and so has not recieved any communique's yet. Don't worry, though. I saw it.))

OOC: Gotcha, just making sure, sometimes posts get lost in the shuffle.

Mauiwowee

14-10-2004, 03:07

at the Mauiwowee airbase in the Generic Empire

"Colonel, what's our status?" asked base commander, General Bharris Karloph.

"Sir, the base is shut down secure and tight. No one is being allowed out or in. All personnel are accounted for and we're on full condition red alert status. Permission to speak freely though sir?"

"Go ahead Colonel Klive" said the General

"Sir, if this usurper launches an assault on the base, we won't be able to hold out for long. For now we've been ignored because we haven't tried to interfere in any way. Eventually though, we're gonna get asked to either acknowledge the usurper as the true leader. If we do, we're going against direct orders from Mauiwowee, if we don't we may be given the chance to leave peacefully, but we might just be attacked. We don't have the ground forces to repell an all out assault by a Generic army loyal to the usurper and while we can hold our own in the air, with only 250 fighters and 50 bombers, we'll be outnumbered, probably by 3 or 4 to one. We're one air base against an entire country. Frankly sir, the men are worried, and even scared."

"Colonel, your concerns are noted, Genral Ripper and the King are aware of the situation and we will do as they say. However, I want everything, and I mean everything, locked down and ready to move at a moment's notice. I don't intend for us to get into a battle unless directly ordered to do so by the King or General Ripper. I do want everything ready, including all records, computer records, files, intelligence info. etc. ready to leave this place on a moment's notice. I also want all pilots ready to either launch and fight or fill their planes with as many people and supplies as possible and launch and leave on that same moments notice. How many C-134 transports do we have?"

"27 sir"

"good, I want them fully loaded with all non-essential personnel, equipment, and files/data, etc. and ready to go at a minute's notice. Keep a watchout around the base for enemy attacks. If we're fired on before we get orders, we're leaving. I'm not fighting a war by myself. Understood Colonel?"

"Yes sir, I'm on it" said Colonel Khalin Klive, the generals XO as he left the office

"Damn, thought the General, what a mess this is gonna be. I hope this is settled soon. Antonious, you'd better know what the fuck you're doing. Same goes for you 'Lude."

Mauiwowee

14-10-2004, 03:14

Borman Empire

14-10-2004, 03:44

bump

The Island of Rose

14-10-2004, 21:24

Generic empire

14-10-2004, 21:53

((OOC: so, anyone wanna do those special forces ops like I suggested? TIOR? Mauiwowee? Anyone?))

The Island of Rose

14-10-2004, 21:58

((OOC: so, anyone wanna do those special forces ops like I suggested? TIOR? Mauiwowee? Anyone?))

((OOC: Hmmm... Generia you gonna reply :P ))

Doomingsland

14-10-2004, 22:03

OOC:I can do counter insurgency work if someone wants to send SFs.

Generic empire

14-10-2004, 22:03

Sergei sat down. "Hmmm... the Ukraine." He looked over at Alexander. "Alexander, how big is the Generian Armed Forces?"

Alexander looked at the map and then at Sergei. "Big as hell."

Sergei nodded. "Hm." He looked at Antinious. "There's only one way to screw him over" He said. "Guerilla warfare. We'll need a way to get the message out for them to rebel. Them as in the few loyal garrisons."

He looked over at Galaph. "Any ideas?" Galaph shrugged. "I handle in-nation problems, Sergei." Galaph replied.

Sergei looked over at Antinious. "Any way to tell them to fight without letting them know you're here?"

"I doubt that the internal garrisons will still give me their support as of now. As the wheels begin to turn, perhaps, but a rebellion at this time would be suicidal. Provincial garrisons, perhaps, but they would have to be contacted in person. Any transmissions would be instantly intercepted. Trust me. I know our intelligence agency."

Generic empire

14-10-2004, 22:06

OOC:I can do counter insurgency work if someone wants to send SFs.

((OOC: Sure.))

Generic empire

14-10-2004, 22:12

Encrypted Communique'
Dear Antonious:
We have confirmed that your forces stationed in Mauiwowee remain loyal to you, but they are antsy for orders. Likewise, our airbase in Generia remains, at this time, unmolested and on full alert, ready to do what is necessary, including abandon the base if need be. Currently our navy is stretched thin due to involvement in the Euroslavian conflict and problems with Greece and Communist Louisiana, However if adequate cover can be provided for safe passage, we can dedicate 100,000 ground forces, more or less, to your cause, including our top Black Beret squads of surgical strike teams. Just let us know of your desires.

Sincerely,
General Jack T. Ripper,
Military Chief of Staff to his majesty,
King 'Lude II, Mauiwowee

Personal Communique
To: General Jack T. Ripper
From: Emperor Antonius I

I thank you for this information. When the time comes, loyalty among my garrisons will be the deciding factor in who will rule the Empire. For now, though, we must wait. The usurper shall show his weaknesses soon enough, and then we shall strike, and be glad for our patience. Then, I shall most appreciate any help you can give.

Emperor Antonius I

The Island of Rose

14-10-2004, 22:14

"I doubt that the internal garrisons will still give me their support as of now. As the wheels begin to turn, perhaps, but a rebellion at this time would be suicidal. Provincial garrisons, perhaps, but they would have to be contacted in person. Any transmissions would be instantly intercepted. Trust me. I know our intelligence agency."

Sergei nodded. "Very well. We shall wait." He turned his head towards the window behind him, which was covered by the Rosian flag.

Sergei chuckled. "Antonious, get your rest. We'll keep plotting tommorow. You are all dismissed."

The Generals and Ministers left, Antonious of course was told to stay. Sergei leaned closer to him. "Explore the Island for awhile. Just try not to be looked at. Just relax. Your wife is in your room, it's marked with your flag." He said not knowing it was his mistress. "Enjoy yourself, I'm just going to look outside."

He pressed a button on his desk, the flag went up. He turned his chair around, looking at Embassy Row's hustle and bustle.

((OOC: Now you can get your communiques and maybe explore the Villa abit...))

Generic empire

14-10-2004, 22:18

"Hmmm. My master shall be most pleased at this news. However, it will be a very costly war, as I am sure you are aware of..."

OOC:I'll insert a hunter-killer team to kill random Moldovan troops as practice, I don't feel like killing your guys...yet.

"Fear not. Our armies shall bury the foolish rogues of the steppe. The Ukrainian armies shall stand no chance against the unstoppable hordes of Generia. We shall usher in a new age of power and glory."

Generic empire

14-10-2004, 22:28

Secret IC:

...2VX encryption...

..3-Thread seal dome encrypting...

Official Imperial Communique

To: Antonius and those who support him
From: Bhalk(Yes himself)

I want Antonius back on the throne. Enclosed is a copy of the message I sent him. I want more land, who doesn't, and Hungary will give a perfect opportunity. If the council for Antonius return wishes me to do so my men can fight the ones in Moldova. Then the armies at home can move into Generia. These men will find it hard, but will NOT rape, pillage, loot, or burn. We can then hadn the keys to Generic Empire back to Antonius.

End Transmission

Personal Communique

To: Emperor Bhalk of The Borman Empire
From: Emperor Antonius I

We appreciate the support, but again we stress patience. Soon enough, the usurper shall make a mistake and we shall be able to strike. Then, we shall fight to recapture the Empire.

Emperor Antonius I

Borman Empire

14-10-2004, 23:23

Official Imperial Communique

To: Antonius
From: Bhalk

Understood

End Transmission
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Hungary had begun to falter under the onslaught of Borman. Artillery ripped apart towns and when the peoples emerged to fight they weer hit by Arial bombing. When the few remnants came out they were surrounded by soldiers; most surrendered. The grouing of peoples grew as the Borman hld on Hungary did as well.

Across the border the 5th army was moving out of the now conquered Moldova into Ukraine. They fought alongside Generian soldiers to further the hold of teh Generic Empire.

Rivers ran red adn grass went brown as Ukraine began to falter with Generian soldiers ripping it to ribbons.

Generic empire

15-10-2004, 00:59

Generic empire

15-10-2004, 01:41

"What are the Balkans coming to? Euroslavia first becomes unstable with there communist revolution and now Generia has been seized by nationalists! Lazaris I want you to make contact with the new Emperor and I will talk with Antonius I."

"Yes Nikolaos."

To: Antonius I
From: Nikolaos the Great

I just heard you went into exile and I would like to know where. The Assembly and I are mixed up on who side to join. If you want you can come to Greece where you can plan to take back the throne.
-Nikolaos, Emperor of Greece

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To: Alexei II of Generia
From: Lazaris III

I just heard what you did and I wantr to know if Generia will remain close allies with Greece.
Lazaris III, Speaker of the Assembly

Personal Communique

To: Lazaris III of The Hellenistic Empire
From: Emperor Antonius I

I am currently in exile in a location unsafe to disclose under these circumstances. When the time comes, I will make my move to retake the throne, and I will call upon you for assistance. For now, be patient and do nothing rash.

Emperor Antonius I

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Official Imperial Communique

To: Lazaris III
From: Chancellor Dmitri Rubellai

We assure you that Generia shall remain a staunch ally of the Hellenistic Empire. Our campaigns shall bring both Empires great glory.

Chancellor dmitri Rubellai,
Appointed Chancellor of the Imperial Congress,
Loyal Servant to Emperor Alexei II

Borman Empire

15-10-2004, 02:24

OOC: Sorry. I thought your plans for Ukraine meant Moldova was taken.

Generic empire

15-10-2004, 23:22

At an Imperial Praetorian air base three miles from the Moldovan border, several platoons of soldiers had assembled in the parade ground, simply having been told that they were to witness a demonstration of new hardware being introduced into the conflict zone.

An officer stepped in front of the assembled men, who stood at attention under the grey skies.

“At ease, gentlemen. My name is Colonel James Ivanovich. I represent the Imperial Military Aeronautical Research and Development of the imperial Praetorian Guard. As I am sure you have been told, you have assembled today to view a new piece of hardware.”

As he finished his sentence, the sound of rotors met the ears of the assembled soldiers. Three helicopters flew in over their heads, descended and landed before them in the parade ground. They were painted green, and bore the symbol of the Imperial Praetorian Guard on their fuselages. They showed immediate resemblance to the famed UH-1s of the United States Armed Forces in Vietnam.

“Meet the GH-1 “Warrior.” 2 pilots, 2 crew. 2 M-60D door guns. 4 M-60C machine guns on the G-4 AAS. 2 Forward mounted rocket pods, and 1 GAAMG aircraft automatic machine gun. This is an all purpose utility aircraft, capable of duties such as transport, medevac, and close air support. She’s hot off the presses down in Port Belgrade. We got 10,000 of these babies going out across the Empire. We’re giving you boys up here 5,000. Use ‘em wisely, gentlemen. They might just win us a war.”

Official Specs for GH-1 “Warrior” Utility Helicopter

Primary function: Utility helicopter
Manufacturer: Imperial Military Aeronautics and Supply Inc.
Power plant: Pratt and Whitney T400-CP-400
Power: Burst: 1290 shaft horsepower (transmission limited)Continuous: 1134 shaft horsepower (transmission limited)
Length: 57.3 feet (17.46 meters)
Height: 14.9 feet (4.54 meters)
Rotor Diameter: 48 feet (14.62 meters)
Speed: 121 knots (139.15 miles per hour) at sea level
Ceiling: 14,200 feet (4331 meters) (limited to 10,000 feet (3050 meters) by oxygen requirements)
Maximum takeoff weight: 10,500 pounds (4,767 kilograms)
Range: 172 nautical miles (197.8 miles)
Crew: 2 Officers , 2 enlisted
Armament: · 2 M-60D door guns· 4 M60C on G-4 Aircraft Armament Subsystem· GAAMG-9 7.62mm automatic gunAll three weapons systems are crew-served, and the GAAMG-2B/A can also be controlled by the pilot in the fixed forward firing mode. · The helicopter can also carry two 7-shot or 19-shot 2.75" rocket pods.
Introduction date: 20XX
Unit Replacement Cost: $2,000,000
Imperial Praetorian Aeronautical Corps Inventory: 10,000

Moldovan City of Comrat

The smoke drifted over the ground, the scattered fires flickering among the destroyed hulks of vehicles. The general quiet was broken by occasional, distant artillery thuds, and bursts of gunfire. The fighting had been intense, the Moldovan army surprisingly holding the Imperial armor and mobile infantry units at bay for several days. Now, the fighting had died down slightly, but as to how long, no one knew. It seemed as though the Empire was just catching a breath before finishing the job.

In the skies above, three GH-1s moved through the hazy air. The symbol of the Imperial Praetorian Guard was emblazoned on the side of the choppers. Sergeant Mikhail Boreshkov leaned against the side of the chopper, cradling his XM-8 in his hand. A cigar hung lazily from the corner of his mouth, unlit. He had spent the past five years in service, seeing only limited action. His superiors had seen something in him, and thus had seen fit to promote him and recommend him for service in the Praetorian Guard. This would be his first true conflict. He remembered the briefing he and his men had been given before they departed on this operation.

“Alright gentlemen, here’s the drill. There’s some intense fighting going on in the southern neighborhoods of Comrat between our 6th mobile infantry, and the Moldovans. Our boys are getting’ pinned down and cut up real nice. Word is, it’s a real meat grinder in there. We figure you wardogs can do a better job of it, so we’re sending you in to rout the Moldovans before they cause anymore damage. Good luck, gentlemen.”

The sound of the two door gunners bringing their M-60s to life brought Captain Boreschkov back to the present. A few bullets hit the fuselage, giving off their distinctive ‘tink.’ The men huddled closer to the floor of the chopper.

The fire from the ground intensified. Moldovan soldiers were firing AK-74 rounds at the approaching helos. In the cockpit the radio crackled.

“This is Ghost 4 *crackle* Does anyone copy, over!? Repeat, this is Ghost 4, does anyone copy!?”

“Roger, Ghost 4. This is Black 9, we copy. What’s your situation Ghost?”

“We’re getting’ cut up real bad down here, Black 9. Requesting air support and/or immediate evac.”

“That’s a negative on the evac, Ghost 4. You are ordered to maintain your position. Hang in there. We’re bringing you a present, over.”

“It better be a good one Black 9. I don’t know how much longer we can last down here.”

The CO spoke. He was a lieutenant by the name of Leon Jaskovitch.

“You heard it here first gentlemen. We’re gonna go give our buddies some relief.”

The GH-1s wheeled over the fields, making way for the smoke rising from the devastated neighborhoods of the southeastern city. The gunners swung their weapons back and forth, letting forth streams of lead into the enemy soldiers as they ran about in the streets, and on low rooftops. Empty casings clamored on the floor of the chopper.

Suddenly, the head of one of the gunners exploded, throwing blood and phlegm everywhere, along with bits of skull. The neck snapped backwards, and the body collapsed onto the floor, a sudden banking of the aircraft throwing it through the door to the street below. Lt. Jaskovitch pointed to Boreschkov.

“You! What are you waiting for! Get on that gun!”

The sergeant scrambled to the vacant gunners position, and took the M-60. He spotted several Moldovans stopped in the streets, taking aim. The sergeant reacted with instinct he never knew he possessed, and swung the machine gun towards the group. He pulled the trigger and let loose. The bullets found their marks. One man writhed wildly, as his shot was disrupted, and bullets ripped into his chest and legs. One felt his legs blown out from under him as the hot lead sawed them off at the knees. The other three fell back, also riddled with holes.

Below, a group of Moldovans threw open a garage door, and pushed a light anti-aircraft gun into the street. One of the men quickly leapt into the control seat, and the gun turned towards one of the GH-1s. The gun blazed to life, and the bullets cut into the chopper, snapping of rotor blades, and burying themselves in the soldiers and crew. The pilot’s blood spattered on the front windshield as a bullet blew off his head. A second round penetrated the floor below the copilot, and slammed into his lower abdomen at an angle, blasting a hole in the man through which his entrails and digestive juices seeped.

The tail of the chopper wrenched free, and the helicopter began spinning wildly in a free fall to the street below. Sergeant Boreschkov witnessed the incident, but could not react in time. He aimed the M-60 and unleashed a retaliatory barrage at the gun. The crew and surrounding soldiers were slaughtered.

The remaining two GH-1s descended into the street. Lt. Jaskovitch shouted over the gunfire.

“Ghost 9 is three blocks north of here! Get moving!”

Sergeant Boreschkov released the machine gun, and leapt out of the chopper, followed by the other 11 men. He swung his XM-8 around from where it hung on his back, and crouched against the ground, as the GH-1 lifted off.

Boreschkov ran forward towards a crater in the concrete, and leapt down inside with eight of his men. The rest of the squad, with Lt. Jaskovitch had taken the left fork of the road. A group of eight Moldovan soldiers ran around the corner. Boreschkov took aim and fired at them. Three fell, wounds in their chests. Another man unleashed with an M-60 cutting the rest to pieces.

The Moldovans continued to pour into the street, assaulting the makeshift fort. The Generian soldiers held them back. A man next to Boreschkov suddenly let out a yell and fell backwards. Boreschkov broke off firing, and knelt beside the man. He had taken a bullet in the knee.

“Fuck.”

He turned to a communications officer.

“Call for a medevac! You two!”

He pointed to the man with the M-60 and a private with an XM-8.

“Stay here. We’re pushing on.”

Boreschkov, along with five of his soldiers leapt from their would-be bunker, and ran off down the street, along the buildings to the right. They would have to make contact with Ghost-9, whoever the hell that was.

Generic empire

16-10-2004, 05:14

Sergeant Boreschkov and his men reached the corner of a building. He peered around, and instantly, fire exploded from the building at the end of the street.

“Fuck. They’ve got a gunner.”

Boreschkov changed the clip in his rifle, took a deep breath, and rounded the corner, barreling several feet straight ahead, until he ducked off to the right, under a balcony of an apartment building that afforded some cover from the torrent of bullets. The door straight ahead of him burst open, and a woman appeared. She paused, and stared at Boreschkov for several seconds. She had already begun to rush him by the time he noticed the ten-inch knife she was holding. He brought his weapon up, but it was too late. The kitchen knife cut through the air, and through the shirt on Boreschkov’s shoulder, leaving a bloody gash.

Boreschkov brought his elbow up in an attempt to deflect a second swipe. As the woman raised her weapon, he brought the butt of his rifle straight into her stomach, knocking her backwards. He aimed the XM-8 at her head, and pulled the trigger. Her eyes shot open, and her body twitched once. The hole in the middle of her forehead began to leak.

Boreschkov ran forward, coming to a protruding side of the building, that separated him from the gunner’s sight. The sergeant pulled a grenade from his belt, pressed his back against the wall, took another deep breath, and pulled the pin. He wheeled around the corner, and tossed the explosive upwards at an angle. It missed the window, but fell onto the roof, and rolled through a large hole. As the grenade fell to the floor, it detonated, right beside the head of the machine gunner. There was nothing left of the man from the lower torso up.

Boreschkov’s squad charged up the street. A squad of Moldovan soldiers, brought by the visible explosion in their machine gun nest, came around the corner of another building, down a street to the left, the only street that connected with that which the squad was currently on.

An Imperial soldier with an M-60 dropped to the concrete, and unloaded, cutting the Moldovan’s off at the knees. The man scrambled to his feet, as Boreschkov ordered his squad to follow him.

“In here!”

Boreschkov approached the door another building to the right side of the street, and kicked it in. He charged into the lobby of a whorehouse, empty. His men followed him. A door to the left exploded outwards as a Moldovan soldier, half dressed, barreled through it, sloppily trying to aim an AK-74. Bullets from Imperial XM-8s slammed into his chest, and his back bent backwards, his head thrown back, his face contorted in agony as he fell over, stiff as a board. The whore that had rushed after him, a small pistol in hand, was met with a bullet to the skull.

The soldiers moved to a staircase, climbed it shooting two Moldovans on the way up, and entered an empty hallway. They ran down the corridor to a second stairway, and barreled down, coming to a back exit. Boreschkov kicked this door out, and bounded out into a garden, located outside of the ancient walls that surrounded the city.

“Ghost-9’s somewhere over there.”

The sergeant pointed to a cloud of smoke that was rising over the wall, further along. They would have to re-enter the city to reach them. One of Boreschkov’s men ran forward several yards. A roar, a cloud of fire, smoke, and dirt. Blood spraying everywhere a severed leg, cut off at the knee, went flying. The soldier fell to the ground, screaming and bleeding into the crater the mine had left.

Boreschkov ran forward. The man’s lower body was mangled. One leg was gone at the knee, the other was missing a foot. Shrapnel was embedded like nails in the bone of the footless limb, and the bits of metal has also left holes all over his lower abdomen. The man screamed and bled into the hazy sky.

The others ran to Boreschkov and the mangled man.

“There’s nothing we can do for him. He’s gone.”

“What do we do with him?”

The man was now whimpering as he began to go into shock. Boreschkov’s face contorted into a sympathetic grimace. He drew his sidearm from its holster on his belt, and put the gun against the man’s head. He pulled the hammer back, and pulled the trigger. The blood spattered onto the leaves of a nearby plant, mixing with the already bloodied dirt from the mine’s explosion. The body fell backwards with a thud. Boreschkov reholstered his weapon, and began to advance, watching the ground for any sign of mines.

The Island of Rose

16-10-2004, 05:17

((OOC: Just tell me when Antonious needs to plot again :) ))

Imperial Articas

16-10-2004, 07:16

Mauiwowee

16-10-2004, 07:21

War Room, Imperial Palace of Artica

21 men sat around a large oval table. All over the walls were placed maps of the Generic Empire, Doomingsland, Artica, TIOR, Borman Empire and many other participating countrys. A semingly larger map sat in a specially designed spot in the middle of the table with glass covering it. The glass had bearings draw in white that seemed to make the map of the world that sat under it look like a checkerboard. Troop positions were placed all around the map and strategies were being formed. "We should mobolize our armor into this area while our fleets go into position." One man said. He was a general, and one of high rank, as you could see from all his decorations on his green uniform. "We should take no immeadiate action until we can be sure nobody will retaliate against us." Argued another. Emperor Kellerman sat at the head of the table, "Action must be taken. It is too late to turn to pacifist ways. Besides, this could have great benifit to our recovering empire." "We know that they will be able to defend against a straight out attack easily. We may lose many men and ressources." "What if we did areal insertions?" All about the room the men argued about what to do. The emperor sat back in his chair and sighed. After 9 more hours a decision was made. The men were dismissed from the room and the emperor went back to his office. Another hour passed and the emperor, 15 advisors and 35 preatorian guards left the palace. They stood infront of the building while a large black limo pulled up. The emperor and his advisors got into the back, while 10 of the guards got into another section of the vehicle. The rest of the guards got into one of the 2 waiting black BMW's that were positioned in the front and back of the limo. The convoy of vehicles then proceeded out the gates of the palace, down the long paved road surrounded by trees and into the rest of the city. A few blocks down the vehicles stopped infront of a large round building. The building was made of white marble and had brillient and beautiful architecture. This was the senate. All 150 senators were waiting on the front steps of the building. The men got out of the cars and walked into the building, followed by the senators. Once inside the emperor and everyone else took their respected places and the discussion comenced. After another 24 hours an agreement was made. The senate had agreed that the emperor could proceed with his plan that was made up in the war room.

3 Weeks later,

All around the island of TIOR, Imperial ships set up their positions. They had made up a large blockade around the small island. Nothing could get in or out of the country. Fighter jets patrolled the air constantly. A force of 83 Imperial class battleships, 79 frigates, 82 destroyers, 69 cruisers, 25 carriers and 50 subs were stationed for the blockade. The man power among the ships was 20 000 marines, 30 000 main infantry(army), 3500 seals, 2000 rangers, 2400 specials, 350 King Abrahams, 300 hummers, and enough amphibious assualt vehicles to transport all those units to land. There were also 82 assorted air units on each carrier(20 Longswords on each.)

Official Message

To:The Island of Rose
From:His Imperial Majesty Emperor Kellerman

As you are probable aware, I have a massive troop build-up near your country. On my orders they will advance and conquer your tiny nation. You have two options, surrender the former leader of Generia, Antonius, to us or face invasion. Know that trade with any outside nations is cut off and any ships, or planes of any type seen trying to enter TIOR or leave TIOR will be destroyed. Save your people the troubles of war and deliver Antonius to us, he will not be harmed. He will be transported with guard to an imperial prison where he will be treated with the utmost kindness until an arrangement with Emperor Alexei II of the Generic Empire can be made for the transfer of Antonius to the new Generian government.

(OOC:Note that I am not officially taking any action against your people. I would think twice if you are going to attack me.)

OOC: well written post, but how do you know that Antonious I is on the Island of Rose? he's been pretty clear his whereabouts are secret. I'm not trying to be a butthead, but I think it is a legit. question.

Imperial Articas

16-10-2004, 07:52

OOC: well written post, but how do you know that Antonious I is on the Island of Rose? he's been pretty clear his whereabouts are secret. I'm not trying to be a butthead, but I think it is a legit. question.

OOC:First off, thank you, I do believe I am becoming a better RPer. Second, didn't he send out pleas for help from members of CAD, thus meaning I would know where he is. Plus since he took off from Generia, my embassy has been able to track his whereabouts for as long as it took for our sattelittes to lock onto the aircraft and tracked it's location to TIOR. My men have been monitoring TIOR ever since he landed.

Wirraway

16-10-2004, 15:40

War Room, Imperial Palace of Artica

21 men sat around a large oval table. All over the walls were placed maps of the Generic Empire, Doomingsland, Artica, TIOR, Borman Empire and many other participating countrys. A semingly larger map sat in a specially designed spot in the middle of the table with glass covering it. The glass had bearings draw in white that seemed to make the map of the world that sat under it look like a checkerboard. Troop positions were placed all around the map and strategies were being formed. "We should mobolize our armor into this area while our fleets go into position." One man said. He was a general, and one of high rank, as you could see from all his decorations on his green uniform. "We should take no immeadiate action until we can be sure nobody will retaliate against us." Argued another. Emperor Kellerman sat at the head of the table, "Action must be taken. It is too late to turn to pacifist ways. Besides, this could have great benifit to our recovering empire." "We know that they will be able to defend against a straight out attack easily. We may lose many men and ressources." "What if we did areal insertions?" All about the room the men argued about what to do. The emperor sat back in his chair and sighed. After 9 more hours a decision was made. The men were dismissed from the room and the emperor went back to his office. Another hour passed and the emperor, 15 advisors and 35 preatorian guards left the palace. They stood infront of the building while a large black limo pulled up. The emperor and his advisors got into the back, while 10 of the guards got into another section of the vehicle. The rest of the guards got into one of the 2 waiting black BMW's that were positioned in the front and back of the limo. The convoy of vehicles then proceeded out the gates of the palace, down the long paved road surrounded by trees and into the rest of the city. A few blocks down the vehicles stopped infront of a large round building. The building was made of white marble and had brillient and beautiful architecture. This was the senate. All 150 senators were waiting on the front steps of the building. The men got out of the cars and walked into the building, followed by the senators. Once inside the emperor and everyone else took their respected places and the discussion comenced. After another 24 hours an agreement was made. The senate had agreed that the emperor could proceed with his plan that was made up in the war room.

3 Weeks later,

All around the island of TIOR, Imperial ships set up their positions. They had made up a large blockade around the small island. Nothing could get in or out of the country. Fighter jets patrolled the air constantly. A force of 83 Imperial class battleships, 79 frigates, 82 destroyers, 69 cruisers, 25 carriers and 50 subs were stationed for the blockade. The man power among the ships was 20 000 marines, 30 000 main infantry(army), 3500 seals, 2000 rangers, 2400 specials, 350 King Abrahams, 300 hummers, and enough amphibious assualt vehicles to transport all those units to land. There were also 82 assorted air units on each carrier(20 Longswords on each.)

Official Message

To:The Island of Rose
From:His Imperial Majesty Emperor Kellerman

As you are probable aware, I have a massive troop build-up near your country. On my orders they will advance and conquer your tiny nation. You have two options, surrender the former leader of Generia, Antonius, to us or face invasion. Know that trade with any outside nations is cut off and any ships, or planes of any type seen trying to enter TIOR or leave TIOR will be destroyed. Save your people the troubles of war and deliver Antonius to us, he will not be harmed. He will be transported with guard to an imperial prison where he will be treated with the utmost kindness until an arrangement with Emperor Alexei II of the Generic Empire can be made for the transfer of Antonius to the new Generian government.

(OOC:Note that I am not officially taking any action against your people. I would think twice if you are going to attack me.)

A WA-11 RORSAT whizzed through the darkness of space, its massive optical recognition camera pointed down at the Blue Sphere below, it was now making its customary pass over TIOR to check out the funny socialist fellows who inhabited the archipeligo.

Targeting.....TIOR

Optical Scan Initiated.......Scanning........

Unknown Vessel/s......Identifying......

Searching Database....... Found..... Imperial Articas

Hostile Targets.....Alert

The WA-11 turned on its super encrypted transmitter and beamed the images to the Command and Control Center. The pictures were immediatly send up te Coordinator.

"Looks like somebody else knows where Antonius I is hiding out, thats one big fleet."

George Albus , recently recalled from his ambassadorial post to become the Coordinator's national Security Advisor tugged at his beard thoughtfully,

"I guess you could say that, I mean, there could be another explanation, but I'm inclined to agree with you on this one Achilles."

"Is it worth a war to save his ass?" He said simply

"A Generia without Antonius I at its head is not in our best interests, or the world's best interests, look what is already happening in the Balkans. We cannot allow him to be destroyed, he's the last hope for any semblence of peace."

"How do you suggest we go about saving him?"

"Mobilize the 2nd Battle Fleet, if neccesary we'll call off the two fleets headed for Coreysland, this is more important."

"I'll send a Communique to Imperial Articas now."

To: Imperial Articas
From: Wirraway

The Iron Concordiat does not look kindly upon your unprovoked blockade of TIOR, in fact it angers us greatly. We know your purpose and as long as we exist as a nation we will not allow you to follow thorugh. Stand down or face the consequences of your rash actions.

To: TIOR
From: Wirraway

If you require assistance we will be most happy to give it, please relay the message to Antonius I that we will not allow him to be captured.

OOC: Generic, do you mind if I RP some of your loyal units in Mozambique?

Doomingsland

16-10-2004, 15:58

OOC:Artica, not a good idea, right now, we're not going to interfere.

The Island of Rose

16-10-2004, 16:19

The Red Room:

Sergei was furious. "They dare blockade me?! Hah!"

General Alexander chuckled. "It's just one small fleet. They can't land if they wanted to, I'll mobilize artillery pieces. Call in air strikes, and call three fleets from their patrols."

Sergei grinned. "Yes, rid of this... nuisance."

* * *

From President Sergei Ilyanov-To The Artican Blockading Fleet

Fools. Don't you realize what you are fighting? We have the largest Navy in
the Roman Empire. We also can call NATO, Victoria, and Roman support.
Plus we can call the fury of the First Communist International. I suggest your
fleet move along. If you refuse, I will bring the entire Rosian navy at your
door. I suggest you don't refuse.
-President Sergei Ilyanov of The Island of Rose

-P.S. I don't think your allies will support the blockade.

* * *

Three Rosian fleets that were on patrol, that's 75 ships in total, heading towards the blockading fleet. A fury was about to come down on them...

((OOC: Artica you don't know the shit you got into... and any support would be nice for me...!! Might I suggest bringing this into a different thread? And yes craptastic post, I'm sleepy.))

Wirraway

16-10-2004, 16:21

OOC: I posted above you so I guessed you missed it. Here it is again.

To: TIOR
From: Wirraway

If you require assistance we will be most happy to give it, please relay the message to Antonius I that we will not allow him to be captured.

The Island of Rose

16-10-2004, 16:27

To: TIOR
From: Wirraway

If you require assistance we will be most happy to give it, please relay the message to Antonius I that we will not allow him to be captured.

Offial Statement from The Proletariat Commonwealth of The Island of Rose:

Send. Fleets. Now. Help. Us. Please?
-President Sergei Ilyanov of The Island of Rose

Generic empire

16-10-2004, 17:07

((OOC: Ooh. Interesting. I like. Wirraway, sure you can RP my loyalist forces. They're probably Praetorians, and as you know, those are nasty fellows, so make the ass-kickery quite gratuitous.))

Hallad

16-10-2004, 17:13

OOC: Time to debut the SKA-1? Maybe!

IC:

The Federation considers this an act of war against TIOR. We are now sending a fleet to the Island of Rose. If they are not allowed through, your fleet will be destroyed. If the fleet is fired up, your fleet will be destroyed. If one of your sailors looks at a Halladi the wrong way, your fleet will be destroyed. The fleet will arrive in a few hours. Have a nice day.

The Commissariat of War
The Commissariat of Diplomacy
The Socialist Federation of Hallad

The Island of Rose

16-10-2004, 17:14

((OOC: Yay! I knew I could count on you :D ))

Scandavian States

16-10-2004, 17:19

TO: Imperial Articas
FROM: His Imperial Majesty's Foreign Service
SUBJECT: Blockade of TIOR

On behalf of His Imperial Majesty, in accordance with the charter of the New Alliance Treaty Organization, I hereby demand that your nation cease your belligerent actions against The Island of the Rose. Your nation has 72 hours to begin compliance with this demand, failing which the Imperial Navy will deploy to force compliance. This is non-negotiable.

Sincerely,
Asiya Saleh,
Duches Alexandria,
Director of Foreign Services

Taldaan

16-10-2004, 17:45

TALDAANI OFFICIAL STATEMENT

To: The Emperor of Imperial Articas
From: Taldaan Foreign Affairs Ministry and Taldaan Ministry of War
Regarding: Blockade of The Island of Rose

Your Imperial Majesty

We are sending you this message regarding your current naval blockade of The Island of Rose. We formally request that you step down on this matter, and leave Rosian waters within twenty-four hours. We believe that this blockade constitutes an act of war against our ally, and as such, if the blockade is not removed within the time peroid specified, we will take action to ensure the safety of our ally. We hope that you will comply with our request. However, if you do not comply, military action can and will be taken.

Yours in Democracy,
Taldaani Foreign Affairs Ministry

The Island of Rose

16-10-2004, 18:02

Men were being deployed to the shores. Tanks were being set up along any attackable area. Artillery was put up behind the tanks, MLRSs and Howitzers to be more precise. Tank crews were nervous, would there be an invasion? Maybe. But artillery crews were nervous too, they'd be a prime target for the ships.

Military strategists were argueing about where the invasion would occur. Some stated that the invasion would occur in the City of Rose. It's obvious, it was the capital. Others stated it was Roska City, a metropolis of stores. But some said it'd be Ilyanovastein. I mean, there were no cliffs blocking the route, either way it'd be a tough ass fight if they invaded.

Soldiers were nervous. There hasn't been an invasion in thousands of years. Of course, this is what they trained for. And the new weapons will help them especially at this dire hour. And besides, the Island of Rose didn't deploy men anywhere. The entire army was in the Island itself. 880,000 men, but well trained no less.

A statement went to every home in the Island of Rose through television, it was the President. It said.

Official Statement from President Sergei Ilyanov:

Citizens. We might be invaded. I ask you to aid in the defense of the Island. Grab your guns, stay in homes. Our soldiers and allies will repel them back to hell. If you see somebody shoot at a Rosian, shoot them. That's how you'll know who your enemy is. God bless our nation. Good day.
-President Sergei Ilyanov of The Island of Rose

And of course the citizens followed his instructions. Now they wait. But what about the air force? Air bases around the Island started prepping their plane. RB-1s in specific. They're ready to take off at a moment's notice. And the moment may occur soon... so now we wait... now we wait.

Hallad

16-10-2004, 18:31

The dispatched Halladi fleet, could see the massive Artican fleet. It was noted by Commissars that comrade Captain Mujahid laughed out loud upon sight of the fleet, which looked like something out of the 1930's. He later commented that "small nations should not try to build massive navys. It's a pitty I gotta destroy these - I'd much rather put them in a museum."

A group of two KA-29 "Helix" helicopters escorted by four SKA-1 "Rude Boy" Attack Helicopters took off to deliver the ultimatum to the Artican Fleet. They hovered about 20 ft over the water before the loud speakers attached to the KA-29's began to make noise.

"Fleet of Imperial Articas:

Lay down your arms immediatly. We are of the Halladi Red Navy. If you do not end your blockade of the Island of Rose you will be destroyed. The Island of Rose's fleet is on it's way, along with that of he rest of the New Roman Empire. Resistance is futile. We repeat, head home immediatly."

Greenmanbry

16-10-2004, 18:49

Office of the President

To: The Emperor of Imperial Articas
From: President Byrnashty, The Dominion of Greenmanbry
Re: Blockade of The Island of Rose

We view your blockade of The Island of Rose, a close ally dear to our hearts, as an act of war that will be acted upon accordingly. We ask you to stop now and apologize to The Island of Rose for this show of aggressiveness for the sake of peace.

A fleet is being readied. It shall be mobilized to TIOR as soon as possible to monitor the situation.

The Island of Rose

16-10-2004, 18:55

Official Statement from The Proletariat Commonwealth of The Island of Rose:

We thank our allies for their aid. We hope this can be settled peacefully. We depend on trade for survival you know. Anything that can be run through the blockade is appreciated.
-President Sergei Ilyanov of The Island of Rose

Nycton

16-10-2004, 19:06

Imperator Valteen sat in his office one very cold morning in the capital of Nycton. He had just signed a bill into law and seemed quite happy about himself. His telephone ringed, he starred at it. Line 7, the strictly emergency only like. He picked up. "Sir, we have a situation. The nation of Imperial Articas has blocked TIOR, and many of TIOR's allies are building up in the area. I suggest we send aid immediatly." Grand Field Marshal Greninger said in a slightly troubled voice. "Do what you need to do Grand Field Marshal. Get anything possible over there to save some Rosian boy's life." the Imperator replied. He hung up the phone and stormed out of his office. "GET MY CONVOY READY, I'M GOING TO IMPERIAL MILITARY COMMAND." He walked briskfully outside to a helichopter already started with many Praetorian Guard surrounding him, and the campus of the Imperial Palace. He hopped in, also being piled about 6 guards. It took off, being greeted by 2 AH-11 Assualt Choppers, and 4 SKA-1.

Upon arriving at Imperial Military Command, he walked from security door to security door, with almost a different soldier swiping a card from his neck, opening a foot thick sound proof door each time. Finally he reacked the main room, a massive room headed by a map of the world. A shorter man, about 5'8" approached the Imperator "Grand Field Marshal Greninger reporting for duty, Sir." Followed up by a "Carry on." by Imperator Valteen. Both of them moved in total silence to the center of the room on the upper balancy. He pointed at the screen.
"A fleet of about 388 ships have been moved around the island of Rose. We do know they are carrying a invasion force, the number is unconfirmed. We have already ordered the Super-Deadnought's Scipii to meet up with a large fleet sent from Nycton to sit outside the hostile fleet's turret range. The fleet will consist of
Nycton-Class Battleship: 1 (Scipii)
Splinter-Class Battleships: 14
Inferno-Class Battlecruisers 4
Vixan-Class CGN: 35
Valient-Class CA: 26
Linccess-Class DDG: 28
Meszeran-Class DD: 65
Gonear-Class FF: 105
Testudo-Class SSBN: 1
Unconfirmed number of submerged Attack subs.
Mega Carriers(140 Aircraft): 2
Super Carriers (70): 2
Medium Carriers(45): 6
Small Carriers(25): 30

The Sea Marshal Bentway has also gave me notice he is assembling a Naval Armada that is in due route to one of Imperial Articas's largest ship building ports. Satellite images show this is a perfect area to stage a attack. The first force will carry 25,000 Army, 25,000 Imperial Marines, and 1,000 Imperial Commando's. MBT and some other equipment is not accounted for totally yet, with 1,422 planes on carriers. We shall see who the victor is when we unleash hell." The Imperator did the Nycton salute "Strength, Honor, and for the glory of Nycton." He walked through several underground passges and hallways until he got to a room where he could video address the nation, all TV's all over Nycton and in some other countries were interupted. "Glory to Nycton! We interupt your normal television programme to call on a light national emergancy. 6 and a half million men and woman are being called to active duty as part of a massive mobilization for war. The Nycton government will issue a strict law on Imperial Articas. Any attack on any of Nycton or her allies, will recieve a relentless, cruel, and unhumane attack on the Imperial Articas's military and government by the Nycton Military. Stand down now, and we will save thousands of soldiers, sailor's, and pilot's life together. War is still nevitable. Strength, Honor, and for the glory of Nycton" The camera shut off.

The Island of Rose

16-10-2004, 19:23

Official Statement from The Proletariat Commonwealth of The Island of Rose:

Thanks.
-President Sergei Ilyanov of The Island of Rose

((OOC: You sure you can bring 6 million to invade a nation?))

Hallad

16-10-2004, 19:26

OOC: That does seem a bit much. Considering I doubt it's your entire miltary. An ammount like that would take atleast 20 million people for logistics.

Hamptonshire

16-10-2004, 19:29

To: The Emperor of Imperial Articas
From: Hamptonian Foreign Ministry, Defense Ministry
Subject: Blockade of The Island of Rose

As a long standing ally of The Island of Rose, the Grand Duchy of Hamptonshire will not stand idly by while a hostile nation infringes upon the sovereign rights of an allied nation. If you do not cease your actions against the Island of Rose within 48 hours a Royal Navy Combined Fleet* will be deployed to forceably end your malicious actions.

Sincerely,

Senator Mel Ziller
Foriegn Minister

Lord Phillip Rosecrans
National Security Advisor
Defense Minister

[OOC: A Royal Navy Combined Fleet is 300 warships and their support vessels]

The Island of Rose

16-10-2004, 19:35

Official Statement from The Proletariat Commonwealth of The Island of Rose:

We thank Hamptonshire for their support, we will be sure to repay you in the future. Imperial Articas, five more Rosian fleets from around the New Roman Empire are being brought to help break the blockade. I insist you surrender now, you have 12 hours before the bomb drops, so to speak.
-President Sergei Ilyanov of The Island of Rose

Jonothana

16-10-2004, 19:54

((OOC: One word makes such a difference (Hamptonshire typo) ))

We hereby pledge our support for our Nato ally. We are preparing to send a fleet should the blockade remain in place.

Hamelton

16-10-2004, 19:56

The Emporer of Hamelton has formally condimed the actions of the rebellion in the Empire of Generia. The Empire of Hamelton will support any Nation wishing to restore to the Empirial throne the rightous Emporer short of committing any troops or participating in any terrorist activity's.

Nycton

16-10-2004, 20:08

Official Statement from The Proletariat Commonwealth of The Island of Rose:

Thanks.
-President Sergei Ilyanov of The Island of Rose

((OOC: You sure you can bring 6 million to invade a nation?))

((Ofcoarse not, i'm calling up reserves for homeland defense also. I'm sending 50,000 as of right now. What are you smoking? :P

Total Military Manpower: 20,000,000
Active Manpower: 9,500,000
Reserve Manpower: 10,500,000
Issued Weapons to all branches: Xm8, Beretta 9000S, L96 AWM
Issued Ammunitions: 5.56 NATO, .40S&W, .308

That's my usual without national emergency, keep in mind I have one of the largest defense budgets in the New Roman Empire, close to 15 trillion))

Hallad

16-10-2004, 20:12

OOC: 15 trillion just for defence? That's just a waste...

Nycton

16-10-2004, 20:14

OOC: 15 trillion just for defence? That's just a waste...

(( http://nseconomy.thirdgeek.com/nseconomy.php?nation=Nycton , I try to go by that, I know it is not the most accurate economy predicter...thing. I actually am giving money to education I swear! :O))

Hallad

16-10-2004, 20:27

OOC:

38% of your budget... WOW. I use a custum budget, 47 trillion. That's a statistic from a different calculator. I divide it up a lot different from what NSEconomy says.

Nycton

16-10-2004, 20:48

((What does your budget partitioned like?))

Hallad

16-10-2004, 20:50

OOC: I'll TG you it later tonight. Now, enough of ze hijacking of threads.

Borman Empire

17-10-2004, 04:01

Official Imperial Response:

We ask Imperial Articas to stop this blockade. However, if there is a counter-invasion against IA we will be helping their soldiers to defend.

The Island of Rose

17-10-2004, 04:10

Official Statement from The Proletariat Commonwealth of The Island of Rose:

As Proconsul, I ask Nycton not to invade Imperial Articas and just to break the blockade. A counter-invasion is not needed, they are no threat
-President Sergei Ilyanov of The Island of Rose

Nycton

17-10-2004, 04:33

Response back to The Proletariat Commonwealth of The Island of Rose:

A invasion was not intended. A armada is being built to bombard the largest shipmaking port of Imperial Articas. If you are still against this, your order shall be confirmed and we will withdraw.
Grand Field Marshal Greninger, Minister of Defense and Commander and Chief of the Nycton military

The Island of Rose

17-10-2004, 04:43

Official Statement from The Proletariat Commonwealth of The Island of Rose:

Until they have on soldier on our lands, make no action. Leave them be. I ask you this as Proconsul of course.
-President Sergei Ilyanov of The Island of Rose

Borman Empire

17-10-2004, 05:05

...Encrypting...

Official Imperial Communique

To: Imperial Articas
From: Chancellor Licinius

Please disperse the blockade. We will not assist in it or protecting it. However, if someone attakc your nation we will give aid.

End Transmission

The Parthians

17-10-2004, 05:25

Secret Transmission to Borman Empire:

Do not support IA if he refuses to lift the blockade. To do such is suicide.

IC:
We would like to know if the nationalist government will remain such excellent allies with Parthia.

IDF

17-10-2004, 05:27

IDF will mobilize to end the blockade of our ally TIOR.

We are going to be taking the 1st, 2nd, 5th, and 7th fleets out of the Lethislavanian theater as they are not as needed there as in the defens of our ally.

Admiral Joseph Jacobson will be tasked with commanding the IDF forces.

We ask the enemy fleets to stop the blockade of our ally. We far outnumber you and warn you that you are in an awkward situation and can not win.

TO: TIOR
FROM: IDF

We are ready to help you. The best way to beat the blockade assuming he doesn't
back off would be to attack him from multiple sides. There are many allied ships to attack
him from the seaward side. I wish to deploy some aircraft in TIOR to help the attack.

We wish to send the following aircraft to be based at your air bases:
124 Tu-22U Backfires
256 F-14D Tomcats
312 F/A-18C Hornets
32 S-3B Vikings
16 P-3C Orions
12 E-767s
38 SH-60 LAMPS III ASW choppers
We apologize that we can't send more planes to be based from land at this time.

Whittier-

17-10-2004, 05:31

OOC: Just wondering if your General Brezhnekov is of any relation to Whittier's Secretary General Alexander Brezhnekov.

The Island of Rose

17-10-2004, 05:34

The Parthians

17-10-2004, 05:37

"If TIOR still needs support, the Shahdom will mobilize forces to defend them from foreign aggression."

-Defence Minister Field Marshall Rostam Bahari

Whittier-

17-10-2004, 05:39

((OOC: I was never commie, nor do I intend to ever be.))
OOC: Due to your nationalist general and my nation's leader having the same last names, might be interesting to have Whittier back a nationalist based on some sort of relations between the two.

The Island of Rose

17-10-2004, 05:42

Official Statement from The Proletariat Commonwealth of The Island of Rose:

No thank you, we have more then enough support. He should back off now. And if he doesn't he must be smoking some good weed, which I would like some of right now.
-President Sergei Ilyanov of The Island of Rose

IDF

17-10-2004, 05:43

Official Statement from The Proletariat Commonwealth of The Island of Rose:

We thank our ally. Damn, now we owe you bastards. Ha ha! Agh! Motherland! Agh!
-President Sergei Ilyanov of The Island of Rose

* * * * * * *

To IDF-From TIoR

Thank you for the aid. Do not worry IDF, my military commanders already have
a plan if it happens. Our air force and artillery is pointed at the Artican ships.
We also have tanks in case they start to land. Do not worry IDF, when night
comes, or they refuse, there will be hell for them. Hmph. And do not worry,
we have more then enough planes.
-President Sergei Ilyanov of The Island of Rose

TO TIOR:

We are sure you have a plan and will be glad to help you execute it. Given the strong condenmnations and actions of support towards you, we expect the enemies to back off as they cannot win. We hope our backfires are helpful as they were designed to kill ships with missiles.

Are any of your cargo ships or warships going to attempt and cross the blockade anytime soon?

The Island of Rose

17-10-2004, 05:47

Official Statement from The Proletariat Commonwealth of The Island of Rose:

No, not yet.
-President Sergei Ilyanov of The Island of Rose

Inkana

17-10-2004, 05:49

How may I assist?

Nycton

17-10-2004, 06:00

The naval fleet under Admiral Hallard moved into position just outside 20" turret range Imperial Articas's blockade of TIOR. The only turret range was the Scipii's massive 32" Electro-Thermal Guns. The crews were at battle stations, anti-ship, submarine, and aircraft missiles were ready to fire at any time and the TERAIS (Target, Engage, Reload, Artificial Intelligence System) was set on high alert, AI controlled 20mm controlled the sky for any incoming aircraft or missile to make the fatal mistake to enter it's range.

Meanwhile, the Naval Armada commanded by Senior Sea Legate Wilvince was in route to one of the largest naval base/construction port of Imperial Articas's. The armada contained little ground force, just small Imperial Commando's, Nycto's only special operations, operational outside Nycton.

Mauiwowee

17-10-2004, 06:29

OOC: sorry, but with an economy like this (http://nseconomy.thirdgeek.com/nseconomy.php?nation=Imperial+Articas) I don't buy the size of the supposed blockade. There is no way it can be supported. so, that said:

IC:

The Mauiwowee vessel Cowboy a merchant marine vessel carrying a freight cargo to TIOR made a decision: "Damn it, we're going in" said Captain Xaser. "They can't keep us at bay with a B.S. blockade. I've got 20,000.00 Nissan's onboard this ship that are going to be delivered, come hell or high water."

tracking the Cowboy, matching her everymove, just 40 feet below her, and unknown to her, the sub Queenie prepared for a battle. "Arm all torpedo bays" her captain said, "we're gonna run a blockade, lets see what happens."

The Island of Rose

17-10-2004, 06:54

((OOC: Either way, I already have this planned =/ ))

Scandavian States

17-10-2004, 07:03

[Yeah, I seriously doubt his numbers. I have 70 superdreadnaughts and dreadnaughts total and my naval budget is three times the size of his entire military budget. Hell, I barely have that many deployable capships, and then only time I'd ever deploy all the fleets that go with them was if there was a truly massive war going on.]

The Island of Rose

17-10-2004, 07:07

((OOC: I must agree also. It looks like an OMG shipwank ;) ))

Hallad

17-10-2004, 13:05

OOC: I might be wrong, but he never specified the classes of the ships. He could have them if they were from the 20's or something.

It was noted by Commissars that comrade Captain Mujahid laughed out loud upon sight of the fleet, which looked like something out of the 1930's. He later commented that "small nations should not try to build massive navys. It's a pitty I gotta destroy these - I'd much rather put them in a museum."

Taldaan

17-10-2004, 13:13

Twenty-four hours had passed. It was time to show Imperial Articas just what happened to people who blockaded Taldaan's allies. The 2nd Rapid Reaction Fleet was leading the naval force sent to break the blockade, but there were several more groups in reserve.

*********************************************************
Admiral Kazansky stood on the bridge of the Pacifica, speaking orders into the microphone in front of him.
"They haven't pulled back. On three, I want the main gun to fire a warning shot across the bows of that battleship there. Three......two......one....fire."
There was a rumbling boom as the 16" gun fired. Smoke billowed out from the barrel. This didn't normally happen, but the crew had made sure it did this time. Kazansky wanted to make sure they knew just what had happened.

"Ok. I want this mike linked to the loudhailer."
The communications officer stood up.
"Yes, Sir!"
He pressed a few buttons.
"OK. It's done."
"Good."

*********************************************************
A voice broke the quiet, rumbling across the surface of the water.
"Imperial Artican ships. We demand that you stand down immediately. That shot was a warning shot. However, if you do not comply, we will begin firing for real."
The guns of the Taldaani fleet began swivelling towards enemy ships.
"This is your last warning. Stand down immediately and return to your own country."

The Island of Rose

17-10-2004, 18:38

((OOC: Let Artica respond to all the threats first, he hasn't logged in!))

Ralaad

17-10-2004, 18:51

Ralaad will gladly offer our aid if it is necessary. Our forces are ready to deploy.

-Prime Minister Felix Andorys Reyne

Taldaan

17-10-2004, 18:56

((OOC: Let Artica respond to all the threats first, he hasn't logged in!))
ooc: OK. I won't do anything else until he replies.

Wirraway

17-10-2004, 19:31

Although the coup had involved most of the Armed Forces of Generia, those stationed in the provinces were less affected by the shakeup than those in Generia its-self. This was doubly true of the Preatorians stationed in Mozambique. After the great war with TLS Wirrawayan forces had moved in and wiped out the rebellious Legions running amock in Mozambique and had literally snatched the entire Northern half of Mozambique from the Generic Empire.

After things had cooled down a little and the Concordiat recognized the new government of Antonius I The Generic Empire had been granted a naval base in Mozambique. About 2 Imperial Legions had been sent along wiht their accomanying Naval and Air assets to man the new base. These Legions were some of the Empire's finest and feircly loyal to Antonius, having followed him into the battle against his crazed brother in the deadly civil war.

These units refused to take orders from the new government and had cut all contact with Generia. Instead they had turned to Wirraway for assistance, and now, after much deliberation had decided to attempt to join their Empreror in TIOR.

General Vershkanov boarded the Wirrawayan 1st fleet's Flagship Mumbai

Admiral Van Boosen stood on the deck awaiting his counterpart,

"Welcome aboard General, have your troops found the accomodations to their liking?"

Vershkanov looked at the long black line of menacing Preatorians flowing into the transport ships

"I think they are suitable, when shall we depart admiral?"

"It should take another few hours to finish loading, but after that we sail for TIOR, and to your empreror."

Yes, the Empreror, Antonius, my saviour, liberator of Generia, I am coming for you my friend, we will not lose this fight, I swear by the Black Sea and the Balkans we will not lose this fight

"Thank you for helping us to reach him Admiral, this will not be forgotten."

"Well enough of that, how about a few drinks, we've got some time to kill."

Vershkanov hesitated for a moment What if he needed to fight, what if this was all a trick.....No, these are friends, he will be offended if I refuse

"Surely my friend, lead on."

The Wirrawayan First fleet, augmented by Generian naval assets sailed for TIOR in the depths of the night, they were coming for the Empreror to save an Empire.

The Island of Rose

17-10-2004, 19:46

The by now six fleets, those from patrol and those from Psov, were circling the Artican blockade. Did they try to run it? No. Why not? They knew the Articans weren't stupid enough to stay, or were they? Either way, the Rosians could've broken the blockade if they wanted to. For now they waited, they waited for the blockade to leave.

The CRS Ule, one of six Nimitz carriers that are part of the Rosian fleets. Of course, they spotted the Wirrawayan 1st Fleet. But more concern was the fact that there were Generian ships. And of course, there was activity about. Why wouldn't there be? I mean, Generian ships in Rosian waters! Oy!

The Admiral stood looking as the ships approached Rosian waters. "Seaman" He said. "Radio them."

The radioman complied. The transmission went. "Generian and Wirrawayan ships. Name your purpose."

Hallad

17-10-2004, 20:11

OOC:

BTW, here's my fleet in the area:

10 Kuznetsov Class Aircraft Carrier Cruisers (140 Yak-141 “Freestyle”, 120 Su-27K “Flanker”, 80 KA-27, 80 SKA-1 “Rude Boy”, 40 KA-29)
10 Akula-II Attack Submarines
10 Graney Class Attack Submarines
10 Kirov Class CGN (60 KA-27)
10 Slava Class Guided Missile Cruisers (20 SKA-1 "Rude Boy")
15 Udaloy-II Class Guided Missile Destroyers (30 KA-27)
15 Sovremenny class Guided Missile Destroyers (15 KA-27)
20 Various support ships

Generic empire

17-10-2004, 20:35

Traitors.

Captain Ivan Andropov watched the Artican fleet bobbing in the distance, black specks on a grey sea. A chill wind blew off the water, carrying spray that stung his cheeks. He turned from the railing, and raised a cigarette to his lips. He lit it and inhaled, the wind carrying the smoke off into the cool air.

Andropov walked back towards the door he had come out of, opened it, and went back into the warmth of the stairwell. He descended back to his quarters.

War would have strange bedfellows. Wirraway. Ha. They took our land, and now they seem the only nation willing to restore Antonius.

Andropov decided to journey to the bridge of the transport vessel. he made the walk, and approached an officer. He spoke gruffly.

"How long?"

Generic empire

17-10-2004, 22:02

Boreschkov and his men re-entered the battle scarred city through a hole ripped into the wall by heavy mortar fire. His men crawled through the rubble, searching for any sign of the Moldovan resistance. The sounds of war raged in the distance, but the street was quiet. They rounded a corner to an amazing sight: literally hundreds of bodies, Moldovan soldiers all, piled like a wall in front of a ruined building. Boreschkov and his men ran to the building, and saw with amazement, an Imperial soldier lying back against a wall, an M-60 in his lap, breathing hard and clutching a bloody wound in his gut. He startled to attention and leveled his gun to fire. Boreschkov called to him and raised his hands. The man exhaled and let the weapon fall. He swallowed and gasped.

Boreshkov approached the man. He noticed the bodies of seven other Imperial soldiers fallen about the room. The façade had been near completely blown off. The man coughed. A small bit of blood dribbled down the side of his mouth.

“Major Alex Ilyich, 2nd regiment, Imperial Black Guard. Ghost-4 to you.”

“You’re Black Guard boys?”

The man coughed again.

“I am. They were. You the guys HQ sent? Took you long enough.”

The man tried unsuccessfully to get to his feet. He fell back again.

“Here. Help me up.”

“You can’t move. We’ll have to call for a medevac.”

“No. There’s no time. See those guys out there? There’s about 200 more where they came from. We gotta get the fuck out of here.”

Boreschkov helped the man up. He and another soldier supported the Black Guardsman and they began to move, leaving the ruined building and the bloody corpses. In the distance, the sound of gunfire was getting louder. The Moldovan army would be hot on their trail.

The team moved back out of the city walls. Suddenly, a squad of Moldovan soldiers burst after them through the hole in the wall. Boreschkov’s squad laid down fire, and they were dispatched. Boreschkov took the wounded man towards a small pier nearby. They would have to hold off the Moldovan forces here.

The squad set up a defensive position, and waited. They didn’t have to wait long. Hordes of enemy soldiers began pouring through the wall, and approaching from the side. The squad let loose a hail of led. Bullets slammed into the small boathouse, and were returned with deadly accuracy to the Moldovan soldiers. One of Boreschkov’s men took a bullet in the throat, and collapsed onto the pier, his blood dripping into the water below. The battle raged for 20 minutes, and ammo began to run low.

“Fuck! Where the hell is our evac?!”

The whir of helicopter blades met this query, and over the buildings, the squad’s GH-1 appeared, guns blazing. The Moldovan’s were ripped to pieces, as they returned fire and then fled.

Boreschkov dragged the Black Guard to the chopper. His squad followed. They jumped into the GH-1 and were off. The man who had been wounded earlier lay bleeding on a seat, accompanied by the two men who had been left to protect him.

“Where’s Jaskovitch and his men?”

“They got caught in an ambush going after that downed chopper. All dead.”

The GH-1 flew over the embattled city, in time to see Imperial armor columns entering the streets.

“ ‘Bout damned time.”

The Black Guardsman sputtered and writhed about. He let out a moan of agony, and then turned to Boreschkov. He grabbed the sergeant’s shirt in his fist, and reached into his uniform, removing several documents.

“Here. Take this, and give it to command.”

The man’s eyes rolled into the back of his head and he was gone. The documents he had given to Boreschkov were enemy troop and fortification positions.

Morathania

17-10-2004, 22:51

This blockade must be ended. Morathania will not sit by and watch an ally suffer under the illegal actions of a hostile nation. We will send in the Morathanian navy to help end this blockade and to show the enemies of the Island of Rose that Morathania and all allies of the Island of Rose mean business. We give our full support to the government of the Island of Rose and we will do all that is in our power to stop this blockade and to free Island of Rose from these pests.
Yours in liberty,
Colin Wixted
President of the Federation
Federation of Morathania

IDF

17-10-2004, 23:05

The 1st IDF Naval asset to reach the designated operations area was the Halibut class submarine ISS HALIBUT commanded by Commander Hyman G. Rickover IV. His sub made an average speed of 42.3 knots on the speed run to TIOR.

Upon arriving and slowing down, the SONAR Chiefs reported multiple tonal SONAR contacts on the TB-32 thin line towed array. The Halibut and other SSNs would be patroling 35-50 miles away from the blockading fleet. Their job would be to run silent and gather as much intelligence on the IA fleet while preparing to attack if the IA fleet didn't stop the blockade. The signal would be a 3 letter phrase, WAR, over the ELF wire.

The Battleships and their escorts were working 200 miles away from the blockading ships.

The CVNs and their escorts were working 550 miles away from the blockade. This was to make sure they were protected. The battleships were designed to take multiple hits and had to be closer to use their massive ETC guns, the carriers didn't have to be close and couldn't withstand so many hits.

Admiral Jacobson was on his flagship, the ISS GUILLEN, about 225 miles from the enemy fleets and within range of his 30" ETC guns. He didn't like being so close to the enemy, but he kept the fear inside of him as to not scare the younger men. He knew his ship could survive many hits, but you never quite got over the fear of combat, no matter how many times you faced it. The greener crews were looking forward to war, the experienced chiefs and officers were not. They had seen war and many of them had ships sunk from under their feet and friends lost.

Generic empire

17-10-2004, 23:09

((OOC: Would you guys mind creating a separate thread for this blockade business? This thread is for my nationalist coup, and the blockade thing seems to have developed enough to warrant its own thread.))

Mauiwowee

17-10-2004, 23:39

OOC: GE you have a TG from me.

Wirraway

18-10-2004, 00:06

Captain Horowitz was an anomaly in the Wirrawayan navy, simply because he was a jew. Although the Armed Forces did not discriminate on the basis of ethnic background or religion, the fact that Wirraway had a tiny Jewish population coupled with a very low enlistment rate made Horowitz one of only 4 Jews currently serving in the vast Wirrawayan navy, and currently he was the highest ranking Jew ever to serve in the Navy.

It had been a hard trip just to get to this rank, the ethnic slurs, the beatings, the humilation in front of his fellow cadets, but he had persevered, graduating top of his class. Apparently there were some in High Command who couldn't stomach the propsect of a jew breaking into their club, so instead of allowing him the choose his posting, as was customary for the 1 student in the Naval Academy, they banished him off to the Merchant Marine where he had been stcuk ever since. Even in the Merchant marine it had been hard for him and he had only gotten his own ship after being passed up for promotion 4 times, with obviously inferior officers getting the job instead of him.

But finnaly he had gotten his own ship, the Beira, named after the captial of Mozambique, unfortunatly for him it was one of the oldest ships in the fleet and now was creaking and bucking as it fought the high swells around TIOR. It had one archaic crew manned 5 inch gun as its armarment.

Well at least it has some armarment he thought absent mindedly, his full attention on keep his violently rolling ship in formation.

Suddenly the bridge door opened and Generian officer walked in obviously looking for the captain. Horowitz approached him and answered his query,

"Well, were waiting right now to see what Imperial Articas does, If they decided to withdraw we can waltz right in, but if they refuse well then we've got a fight on our hands."

Which unfortunatly I can't join...

The Island of Rose

18-10-2004, 00:09

((OOC: Anything involving the blockade is in another thread. Just so ya know.))

Wirraway

18-10-2004, 00:10

((OOC: Anything involving the blockade is in another thread. Just so ya know.))

OOC: and where is that thread?

The Island of Rose

18-10-2004, 00:12

OOC: and where is that thread?
http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=366285

Barretta

18-10-2004, 00:26

Borman Empire

18-10-2004, 00:43

Will make good IC post in minutes.

Generic empire

18-10-2004, 01:20

OOC: Question, Generia. Is this in E2? Because if it is, you're in Barrettan territory (Rumania and lower Moldova). If it is, but you dont want my involvement, I'll just pretend I dont exist here. But if you dont care, I will take action to defend Barretta.

((OOC: Well, I don't exactly adhere to any specific Earths, but i have RPed with you before where you were located in Moldova, but as this story has already proceeded so far, would you mind if we did the whole mirror world system thing?))

Borman Empire

18-10-2004, 03:11

OOC: I presume I got production rights and some of the helicopters. After all, we did the same for each other on everything else we created.

The GH-1s skirted the forest, as the town grew larger. This town, the one that had held bombing, siege, attacks, and more. This one was the symbol to all Hungarians that resistance was still possible.

The helicopters sat down as Raptors jumped out. (I was thinking of it before GE’s Black Guard was introduced). These were the elite of the Dinosaurs; but Dinosaurs were the elite, so the elite of them had to be near god-like. These men had SACS with all the bells and whistles; they could call for a nuclear strike, and get it. Their influence was great, their equipment better than top of the line, and their training enough to kill any other man. Here they would be tested.

The helicopters took off as 20 raptors grouped together. They were led by Jetter (Jet-ur), the equivalence of Viper, although not AS good.

They walked through the forest and activated their camouflage as they neared the town. A wall surrounded it, and the men halted as Jetter picked up a stick. He threw it onto the area in between the trees and the walls. An explosion opened a hole in the ground as men came to the wall.

“Rabbit or something.”

The spotlights faded off as Hungarian soldiers came off the wall.

Jetter moves through field skirting mines thanks to his helmet. He comes to wall and his blades slide out.

“Climb”

The other men do likewise and begin to climb the wall. They come to the top and climb down the other side to avoid the men on the ramparts.

The team marched through the village. Their first target was nearing. The massive AA gun that dominated the village square.

OOC: To bored to finish

Generic empire

18-10-2004, 22:57

Armed with the information garnered by Major Ilyich of the Black Guard, the Imperial armies launched a series of surgical airstrikes, destroying several Moldovan supply bases, troop positions, and bunkers protecting high level military officials. The Imperial armored divisions and mobile infantry then drove the spear into Comrat. The Moldovans, disoriented by the loss of their leadership, and caught off guard by the hard and fast Imperial attack, were routed, and lay down there arms. The Imperial flag flew over Moldova that day, because of the efforts of a nameless officer of a unit that technically did not exist.

With their backbone stronghold of Comrat broken, the Moldovans began to fold under a smash-hitting, lightning fast Imperial armor assault. Largara fell within a day. The garrisons at Leova and Cimistia surrendered without a fight. Within a week, the entire southern nation was in Imperial hands. The Moldovan army had crumbled beneath the force of the onslaught.

While the government and military high command reeled in Chisinau, the Empire went in for its right hook. The city of Chisinau was in ruins, having undergone relentless Imperial artillery bombardments and airstrikes for weeks. The pillars of black smoke rose into the skies, drifting off over the Imperial armored divisions that stood poised on the western border. Without warning, these divisions rushed over the border, overran the surrounding countryside, and slammed into Chisinau.

It was over before it began. The Imperial mobile infantry units, accompanied by Imperial airforce divisions destroyed the fleeing Moldovan army as it attempted to return to Chisinau. The Imperial armies forced the battered garrisons in the capital to surrender, and as the sun set on that day, the Imperial flag was hauled over the capitol building. President Vladimir Voronin was captured alive, along with several of his party officials. They would then undergo transport to Generia City as prisoners of war.

With the fall of Chisinau, the Moldovan government and military gave complete unconditional surrender to the Imperial government.

GIN News Update

(An attractive young blond woman sits at a desk before a generated image of the imperial flag waving behind her. The Imperial National Anthem plays in the background.)

“Greetings fellow citizens of Generia! Today our glorious armies have triumphed once again, seizing the Moldovan capital city of Chisinau. The pathetic Moldovan army was completely routed, POWs numbering in the ten thousands. With the fall of the capital, the Moldovan government has surrendered control of their weak nation to Generia, and our great warriors are currently in the process of securing the nation. President Vladimir Voronin has apparently surrendered and is now in Imperial custody, scheduled to undergo trials for war crimes within the week.

The great Emperor Alexei II himself spoke today from the balcony of the Imperial palace in the White Citadel. Here is a segment from the speech, which clocked in at nearly two hours.

Excerpt From Speech of Emperor Alexei II

My brothers! Once again our great Empire has triumphed! Today we celebrate the addition of Moldova to our noble fold. Our mighty Generian armies have smashed their pathetic forces into dust, and taken their capital. Their armies were powerless to protect their President, who is now in our custody, and I assure you, he will pay for the lives of any fallen Imeprial soldiers. These men, through their deaths, have brought the Empire much glory, and one step closer to realizing our eventual dream!

But brothers, this is just the beginning! The beginning of many glorious conquests that will restore Generia to her former size and spread our reach further than it has ever been before! Let our might sword strike down all who would stand before us, for we shall overrun the weak, and come to triumph again and again, as we have done on this day! For Generia!

The crowd shouts the last part of the motto.

For God!

Resounding cheers echo through the streets as a brass band kicks into a medley of patriotic songs.

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Imperial Parliament Building, Imperial Congress Chamber, Generia Cit

The Trial of Fmr. President Vladimir Voronin

The man was ragged in appearance, dried stubble covering his face, his hair a tangled mess. He wore a black striped prison uniform, and had shackles on his hands and feet. His expression was dour, his eyes rimmed with black circles from lack of sleep.

For the past three days this man, Vladimir Voronin, the once noble head of the Republic of Moldova, had been confined within an Imperial military prison facility. He had not been allowed sleep, and had been beaten and brutalized for the entirety of his crimes. This trial came as a great relief to him.

As he had been led up the steps to the Chamber, angry Imperial citizens had hurled insults and rocks at his haggard form, as he was prodded along by Imperial soldiers’ rifles.

Now he stood before a large stand. There were nine places across the stand, and at each one sat a different member of the Imperial congress, each scowling hatefully at the little man before them. Chancellor Dmitri Rubellai presided.

“President Vladimir Voronin! Have you no words of remorse for the heinous war crimes you have been accused of?”

The president looked at the Chancellor. He dared to speak, his voice gravelly.

“And what crimes would those be?”

Everyone in the chamber gasped. Chancellor Rubellai’s expression became even harder.

“You must also possess a low intelligence as well as an evil soul. You stand accused of wanton murder of Imperial soldiers, tyrannical dehumanization of your people, and refusing to allow your land to be liberated from your evil grasp.”

The President attempted to speak again.

“But-“

“Silence! You will not further corrupt the ears of these good people with your velvet lies! Upon review of the evidence, the members of this committee find you absolutely guilty, and furthermore sentences you to death by crucifixion! Take this vile, disgusting excuse for a human being away!”

Two large, battle scarred Imperial Praetorians approached the man, grabbed him, and dragged him away. The condemned kept silence, too tired to fight back. He was dragged out into the street, stripped down, and chained to a post, whereupon he was beaten brutally with barbed whips until his back ran red. The cross was then brought forward, and set upon his shoulders.

The condemned marched through the streets of Generia City with his burden, being kicked, beaten, insulted, and humiliated. Finally, he and the soldiers came to a hil outside of the city. He was lain upon the cross, and nails were driven through his hands and feet. He was then hoisted up, and further rocks and insults were thrown at him. For a day he hung there, still breathing, and citizens made pilgrimages of sorts to see and humiliate him. At the end of the day, he gasped deeply as his rib cage collapsed, and he was dead. His corpse hung for another three days, as food for the vultures until it was taken down and burned unceremoniously.

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Emperor Alexei II reclined on his ornate throne as he held court in his throne room in the Imperial palace. A fat Cuban cigar hung from his mouth as he drained a glass of Italian wine. A midget danced before his throne, doing his best to entertain the Emperor. Alexei waved in an uninterested fashion, and two Imperial Praetorian White Guardsmen dragged the midget off. The enormous doors at the far end of the chamber cracked open, and Chancellor Dmitri Rubellai entered. Alexei drained another glass, and bellowed.

“Chancellor! Come here! The rest of you leave me!”

The assembled court bowed low, and scurried out of the room. Chancellor Rubellai approached the throne.

“My dear Rubellai, tell me of our glory!”

The Chancellor bowed.

“My liege, in the streets, support for you has never been stronger. They call you Alexei The Great now savior of the Empire. Your coffers grow fat as our armies sack your new province. Your harems grow full as well. Many new prizes are coming in every day. Have you seen your harem’s new stock yet, lord?”

“Yes, yes. All the same. Except for that one. Perhaps I will make her my Queen.”

“As you desire, your grace.”

The Emperor set his empty glass down, and reached for a silver platter that sat on an elevated table beside his throne. He grabbed a large turkey leg, and set into it. He spoke again, bits of food flying from his full mouth.

“Yes, yes, of course, but now we must talk of business, of war. Are our armies ready for phase two?”

“Of course, lord. Moldova is secured, and our armored divisions stand poised on the border, supported by your Imperial Praetorians and a score of Imperial regular divisions.”

Alexei belched and bellowed to the Chancellor.

“Perfect! Then send the word! We must not sit back idly and wait! We must hit now while our momentum is strong, and the Praetorians still lust for battle, and the spoils of war! They will all be rich men, each with many female prizes to send back to his home1 Let it be so! For the glory of the Empire!”

“For the glory of the Empire, my liege. Of course it shall be as you command!”

Chancellor Rubellai bowed deeply once more, turned, and exited his chamber, leaving Emperor Alexei The Great to his gorging.

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On the Moldovan border, the Imperial armored divisions had been eagerly awaiting that order they knew would come. It did, and the tanks rumbled forth, driving their spear into the Ukraine. The Imperial armies began to overrun the nation, driving their way to Pervomais’k and the Southern Bug River. In northern Generia, the Imperial divisions had also been poised for the invasion. They too hammered into The Ukraine, the Imperial armor leading, driving to L’viv. Operation: Glorious Spear had begun.

Barretta

18-10-2004, 23:25

OOC: Go for it. Ive got so little free time anyways, its probably better I stay out.
Go for the gold. Create some destruction.

The Island of Rose

18-10-2004, 23:39

((OOC: Since I'm not gone from this thread... and assuming the blockade is destroyed...))

Sergei sighed as he looked at the news, the speech, the report, he sighed. Modolva surrendered, and probably the President was killed. He looked at an old box of cigars, he quit smoking you know. He was stressed, he almost grabbed one, but Alexander entered his room.

"Sergei! Were you going to smoke again?!" He shouted. He was going to talk about the success of the blockade run.

Sergei yelled. "Shut up!" He threw the box at Alexander, and of course he ducked.

"Sergei, calm down, what the hell is wrong with you?!" He shouted.

Sergei sighed. "I'm sorry... this stupid blockade hurt us. And they took Modolva. Now they're going for the Ukraine. I need to talk to Antonius. Alexander, take my calls."

He stood up and left, Alexander mumbled. "Bah... I'm not his secretary..."

* * *

Sergei approached Antonius's room. It's door had the flag of Generia on it, he chuckled, though, we don't know why. He knocked. "Antonius! It's me Sergei!" He shouted. "We need to talk!"

Generic empire

18-10-2004, 23:44

The Island of Rose

18-10-2004, 23:50

((OOC: OMG NOES!!!!))

Sergei tried opening the door. "Locked." He said in a low voice. He took out a key chain, though, it only had 5 keys. 1 for the front, 1 for the back, 1 for the bathroom, 1 for the garage, 1 for all of the rooms. He tried the last key, but to no success. "Shit, I need to change this lock." He said. He charged into the door a few times using his shoulder. "Oh fuck this!" He took out his Colt .45 and shot the hand. Boom! The door was unlocked. He walked in, slightly annoyed. He put his gun in his holster, his brow raised. "They took Modolva. And are now going to take the Ukraine like you said. We need to start some preperations..."

Borman Empire

19-10-2004, 00:29

OOC: Didn't he allow you in?

IC:
The men slipped into the large building by the gun. Big screens were on the wall and a score of men sat at chairs.

“Those f--king Borman assholes. I hate the SO MUCH! I just want to-”

“To...You didn’t finish.”

The man looked next to his partner and saw his head slumped over the controls.

“Guys. Does Harold have medical problems? Or a sleeping disorder?”

“Not that I know of.”

The first man picked up Harold’s head and quickly dropped it when he saw the face. The lips were blue and twisted, with blood and foam issuing forth from the mouth, eyes, and nose. The eyes were a bright red, part blood, part some reaction

“Jesus Christ!”

The man got up to sound the alarm when a steel canister came in.

“Oh F—K.”

It exploded as the chemicals seeped out.
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Jetter leaned in and replaced his hand on his XM8.

“Just wait.”

Several minutes passed and the team moved into the vacant building. Bodies were slumped over the blooded controls as even more blood pooled on the floor.

A man walked forward and placed a bomb underneath the counter of screens. Several more were placed about the building and actual gun, 30 mins.

The men quickly got out and went to their next target. The mayor’s hall.

The men got inside, no problem. They walked through various halls and staircases until they came to an elevator.

The doors opened and several Hungarian soldiers walked out.

“Well if I find a Borman soldiers I will-”

The man stopped as he walked into one of the operatives. Before he could react claws shot out and slew the group. Under Jetter’s command the bodies were stashed in an open ceiling board, they were spread out nad placed with another bomb, set to 25 mins.

The group got in the elevator and it descended. Eventually the doors opened.

A large room came in to sight with massive screens on the walls, a large table with a projection of the Hungarian map, and more. Technicians sat around the room, typing, watching, and doing many other tasks.

At the table various figures decorated comfortable chairs; generals, mayor, high-ranking military officials, and ones who couldn’t be easily identified.

The group found various areas in the large room and opened cans of AGP2. They quickly moved to and guarded the elevators.

“Sir-”

He stopped as he began to shake.

“Jesus.”

Many people stood up and charged to the elevator. XM8 fire stopped them.

After the bodies had been piled up the men went about pulling information out of the computers and what files were there.

“Done.”

“Same.”

The chorus went around the room as the men came to the elevators.

“We are so close.”

More bombs were set up, 10 mins.
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As the team approached the wall they heard sirens go off as massive flood-lights came on.

“Security breach. All units. Security breach.” Screamed a robotic voice.

Then a massive explosion ripped the middle of the city as another one exploded slightly northward.

Despite the speakers shouting against it, soldiers charged off the wall and towards the explosions.

The team quickly scaled the wall and made it off into the night as the tanks began to move towards the town.

The Parthians

19-10-2004, 00:59

To assist the Generian invasion of Ukrane we are mobilizing forces to help destroy the enemies of our ally.

OOC:

8 Iowa class battleships
2 Arizona class battleships
7 Nimitz class carriers
25 Spruance class destroyers
40 Arleigh Burke class destroyers
25 Oliver Hazard Perry class frigates
30 Ticonderoga class crusiers
10 Los Angeles class submarines
5 Seawolf class subamarines
3 Tarawa class amphibious assault vessels.

1 Immortals Division- 25,000 men and 300 tanks
10 Infantry Divisions- 200,000 men
2 Armored divisions- 4,000 tanks

Borman Empire

19-10-2004, 01:13

bump

Mauiwowee

19-10-2004, 01:44

at the Mauiwoweean airbase in Generia

General Bharris Karloph, base commander, spoke to his XO, Col. Klive:

"Colonel, 'Lude and Antonious are up to something, I don't know what, but we'll learn soon enough. We're being ignored by the usurper completely at this time, he is totally focused on Moldovia and the victory there, I assume you saw the broadcast?"

"Yes sir, the general population also focused on that"

"I know, that is what I'm counting on. We have 42 special ops and Intelligence personnel on the base, right?"

"Actually sir, we have 58, including 18 MIO (OOC: Mauiwowee Intelligence Office) people."

"Excellent, I want them all assigned on rotating shifts to go out into the countryside on a 24/7 basis, to gather intell. They are to file a daily report directly with me after their shift ends. They will keep direct contact with natives to an absolute minimum when they are out and about. I want to get a feel for the general populance's support of Antonious I and I want to know the every move of the usurper and where he would be most vulnerable to an attack by us. I'll supply the info. to King 'Lude. I am guessing Antonious has a surprise up his sleeve and I want this base to be ready to help when it happens. Understood?"

"Perfectly sir, I'll get on it right away"

OOC: figured a little intell. from the inside would be of use in your plans.

The Island of Rose

19-10-2004, 01:48

((OOC: Do they know he's in TIoR? I thought it was public knowledge by now.))

Mauiwowee

19-10-2004, 01:52

((OOC: Do they know he's in TIoR? I thought it was public knowledge by now.))

OOC: King 'Lude knows and the intel. is going to him from the airbase. He'll send it on to Antonious.

Borman Empire

19-10-2004, 02:23

...Encrypting...

Official Imperial Communique

To: Antonious
From: Chancellor Licinius

We do hae a base in Generia as well.

End Transmission

Borman Empire

19-10-2004, 02:57

http://img97.exs.cx/img97/6550/hungary1.jpg

The red had thus far been captured. The star was the town now being hit. WHen it fell the purple could easily be taken.

The tank shook as the shell smashed into the wall.

“It will take a while. We aren’t going to open the gate and that wall is a good amount of thick.”

As the Hungarian soldier stopped talking the gates to the large city began to open. Miles away Jetter folded up his wireless transmitter and smiled.

The tanks drove through, their 50 cal. Bullets ripping the defenders to ribbons.

Hungarians ran through the streets, they would fire an anti-tank rocket and then either run or surrender. Almost all, no matter their choice, were shot.

A Hungarian leaned out of a second story window; he took aim and let his rocket go. It bounced off the side of the CaD and the turret swiveled inches to the left. A shell shot forward and smashed into the door.

As the door flew off its hinges the 1st story blew outwards throwing flames and shrapnel everywhere. The second story collapsed under the loss of the first and the man was crushed in the tumult.

Buildings exploded as ordinance fell from planes above. Tanks took the west side as the destroyed AA guns on the east were further bombarded by planes.

It was only time before the city fell, and fall it did.

“Sire.”

“What is it.”

“The town has fallen.”

“Excellent. You are the mouse that has pulled the thorn out of my paw.”

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The army then prepared to take the purple area. Soldiers, tanks, planes, and the like ammased on the border as bombers softened the target.

Wirraway

19-10-2004, 03:55

With the blockade broken without a fight to Wirrawayan 2nd Battle fleet was free to sail into TIOR and drop off their valuable cargo, three entire Imperial Legions. This force, now Alexius's only army, had taken to calling themselves the "Alexians" and were eager to re-unite with their beloved ruler.

The Wirrawayan fleet streamed into the impressive harbors of TIOR, aboard the Beira, Horowitz was in an unfamiliar position, one of power and responsobility. By some twist of fate his ship had been given the order to lead the Merchant Marines in, and his ship alone had recieved a harbor pilot. This grand old Rosian looked as if he had spent his entire life riding the oceans and certaintly knew his way around the Harbor.

The Great ships began to dock and offload the Preatorians and their equipment. The Rosain government was tasked with finding them lodgings.

The Loyal Generian Naval and Air Units also began to dock (RP what they are, im not sure) in the ports of TIOR giving Alexius a complete armed forces.
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Back in the Command and Control center in Wirraway Achilles Brown made a momentous decision to support his friend. He would use the mighty Mozambiquen 2nd Battlefleet to soley suport Antonius II, although now one knew it was him who made it, in fact almost nobody knew he existed. Their conception of the government were the Montolithic structures dotting the land, and the minor functionaries that frequently emerged to do the unknown leader's bidding.

To: Antonius II
From: Achilles Brown

I have decided to support your bid to reclaim the throne, and as token of this sentiment I will allow you full use of the 2nd Battlefleet, which is currently docked in your location of exile. I hope you use it well.

Mauiwowee

19-10-2004, 04:53

OOC: I have assumed that since you have a naval base in my island nation, one of the ships would be a carrier and her support ships. So I have RP'd generic (pun intended) conversations on the carrier. Hope you don't mind the Captain's name.

With the blockade around TIOR broken, the Carrier Black Sea and her escort, of Generian naval forces and recently of the Generic Empire's naval base in Mauiwowee, sailed into port in TIOR, less than 6 hours behind the Generian fleet from Mozambique. Followed closely by the ships Mauiwowee had sent.

"Hot damn!" said the Captain, "Antonious doesn't have the entire fleet, but he's got the best of the best, the ones stationed at our bases across the globe. We're going to get our country back for the real people. Send a message to Antonius"

Dear imperial leader
Your ships from Mauiwowee are here and ready to support you. Additionally, King 'Lude has sent 5 more carriers, 22 heavy battleships, 33 heavy cruisers, 19 medium cruisers, 33 medical ships, 24 troop transport ships with close to 100,000 armed soldiers and an unknown number of submarines to support your return to power. All hail Generia and Antonious I.
Respectfully,
Captain Ulanov Sonavabech
Generian Carrier Black Sea

The Island of Rose

19-10-2004, 22:17

Sergei Ilyanov, General Alexander Roska, and Galaph Yultanov looked at each other. They knew the ships, men, and equipment were coming in. Now the problem was, what the hell were they going to do with all of this? The fleets were nothing, the Island had hundreds of Ports, so they could rest there. But the men? Well... that was a different story.

President Sergei looked over at Alexander, annoyed. He raised his brow. "Now what the hell am I supposed to do with 100,000 armed men?! The Praetonians can stay at Fort Red, but an Army?!"

Alexander chuckled. "Sir, simple. We say that they must build their own tents outside the city. We'll supply the space for the equipment, but they'll sleep in tents."

Sergei raised his brow, and laughed. "I always am complicating things. Okay, now how do we hide an army?"

Galaph sighed sadly. "Well... that's impossible. The boats'll be visible and common sense will suggest that we have Generian loyalists."

Sergei sighed, he rubbed his forehead with his fingers. He turned, looking out towards the window. He shook his head. But a grin filled his face, as if he had something sly. "Hmph, it doesn't matter. Our defense is superior. We already have extra fleets on patrol. So we can stop any invasion."

He yawned. "Dismissed." And so they left. Sergei picked up his red phone, you know, something you'd see in the Oval Office? Well, it was just like that, only it was in the Red Office. It was a turn phone, those old 70s phones. He rotated, ring... ring... ring.. it was a call to Antonious's room. And of course, Antonious picked up the phone. "Antonious, look outside your window, you have an army marching to your aid, a gift from Wirraway and Mauiwowee. What do you think?" He paused. "Or at least that's where i think they're from, I don't know..."

* * *

To Antonious's supporters-From President Sergei Ilyanov:

Next time, please notify me if you're sending men. The men will sleep in tents outside the city, the equipment will be kept in the forts. If you want to avoid this happening call me so I can arrange lodgings. The men will be fed like a Rosian soldier and if they accept used to using Rosian weapons. Since I guess we'll all be on the same side. From Rosea with love,
-President Sergei Ilyanov of The Island of Rose

P.S. I'm not gay, I just like the way it sounds. Meh, I'm a married man damn
it!

((OOC: OMG UBER LONG POST FROM TIoR! NOES!!!!

Generic empire

19-10-2004, 22:30

The Imperial armored units had been halted by Ukrainian Divisions along the Boh River, however the Imperial mobile artillery was giving the Ukrainians hell. The roar of the jets mingled with the thunder of guns as explosions rocked the countryside for days. The town feeling the brunt of the bombardment was Pervonais’k, a stronghold for the Ukrainian military, and one of the few major obstacles keeping the Imperial armies at bay. If the Empire could break this city, they would be able to sweep over the river with little difficulty, and overrun the enemy positions along the bank.

Near Pervonais’k, December 18th, 0700 Hours

Colonel Ivan Andropov watched the landscape rolling past him from the open hatch of his M1-A5. Plumes of smoke rose all around him, and the thundering of guns was incessant. He dropped back through the hatch, pulling the black cloth from around the lower half of his face.

“Colonel, we’re picking up some Ukrainian IFVs on thermal through those trees. Permission to engage.”

“Engage. Show these sons of bitches we mean business.”

The armored spear moved to engage the Ukrainians. The turrets of the Imperial tanks swiveled towards the forests, and the muzzles of the great cannons flashed. The shells ripped through the trees, and slammed into the armor of the Ukrainian transports. The fiery explosion sent shrapnel flying into the air, chunks of metal embedding themselves in the wood.

The tanks continued to fire as a group of APCs pulled out of the forest. Ukrainian soldiers poured out from the vehicles, to be met by the relentless scythe of machine gun fire. The soldiers fell, riddled with holes, as the tanks pressed on through the snow and crater covered fields.

Above, a flight of Imperial GIF-77s moved in over the trees, the roar of the jet engines breaking the monotony of endless artillery fire. Ahead lay the river Boh and the town of Pervonais’k. The aircraft streaked towards the town, smoke rising from the rubble of its many destroyed buildings. They came in over their target, and the rockets streaked forth, white trails following. The missiles slammed into Ukrainian fortifications, artillery, and armored units, the pillars of flame reaching for the smoke filled heavens. The Imperial army was about to cast its bid to break the stronghold.

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In the Black Sea, seven Imperial assault fleets moved under the grey morning sky, over the rough winter seas. They approached that peninsula remembered historically as the scene of a bloody war, immortalized in the writings of a certain Englishman. The Crimea stood cold and silent in the distance as the warships drew closer.

By seizing the peninsula, the Empire would open yet another front upon which to occupy the Ukrainians.

The imperial jets thundered overhead across the sea, as so many times before, the payloads of fiery death fell from the sky, the smoke licking the heavens. The fleets closed in, and the eight Imperial modified Iowa class battleships turned to open up on the peninsula. The Ukrainians had suspected such a move, and had taken measures to fortify the Crimea as best they could. Still, the shells shattered stone and wrenched iron.

The bombardment continued through most of the morning, while the Ukrainians on shore scrambled for cover. The guns eventually fell silent, and the transports went forth from the fleet, carrying 80,000 bloodthirsty Imperial soldiers, 20,000 of them Praetorians.

The bombardments had done their job, and with the first wave, the Empire overran many of the Ukrainian shore defenses, sabers slicing limbs off of the unfortunate defenders who had not fled. The sheer weight of number took the beachhead, and by nightfall, the Empire began unloading her supplies and armor for a drive to capture the rest of the Crimea.

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In the east, the Imperial armored divisions were pushing forward ahead of the rest of the army, to meet the Ukrainians at L’viv. With luck, a victory would send the Ukrainian armies routing, leaving the east of the country to the Empire.

((OOC: This should give us an idea of where we stand. There are approximately 250,000 Imperial soldiers pouring over the borders on the various fronts, but this is secret information. You only have a rough estimate of Generian in country force deployments.))

The Parthians

19-10-2004, 22:55

Off the coast of the Crimea the Parthian fleet moved into Generian view. Above the Generians could see Parthian F-35 JSFs and F-18s moving in for a bombing run inland. The transports began to unload hovercrafts full of troops, an entre armored division and two infantry divisions were headed for shore and more would arrive once a port was secured.

Borman Empire

19-10-2004, 23:56

With the fall of the city, so fell Hungarian Moral. As teh massive convoy of men drove throughout the empire Hungarian soldiers surrendered. Soem areas threw up pockets of resistance, but these were soon smashed into oblivion.

Almost all land but the capital and outlying area had been seized. The entire force was converging on the capital. Tanks were leaving rubble to make more, planes had already started bombardment, soldiers cleaned weapons as tehy approached the target; whatever side won, blood would be shed.

Mauiwowee

20-10-2004, 06:04

encrypted communique'

TO: President Sergei Ilyanov

Dear sir:
I apologize for the inconvenience on your nation. We did not realize the king had not informed you of approach, apparently he was concerned about the blockade and wanted to ensure the element of surprise in breaking the blockade and supplying troops to Antonious was maintained. As far as housing the troops, if we can rotate 5,000 at a time into TIOR and take on some supplies (which we will happily pay for) we can maintain the remainder on the ships with no problem. Remember, we have sailed from the south Pacific to TIOR with only a few stops for supplies here and there. Our ground troops and naval forces are prepared to stay on their transport ships with only short breaks for "fresh air" and general shore leave pending the retaking of Generia.

sincerely,
Captain Lestat
Mauiwowee Carrier,
Wattahead

The Island of Rose

20-10-2004, 21:02

Borman Empire

20-10-2004, 21:05

bump

Borman Empire

21-10-2004, 03:44

“Fire!”

The cannon shook as it fired another shell at the Borman force.

“Reload. These bastards are coming in soon.”
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The tank column drove forward, despite the shelling from the enemy. Outside of the capitol men were in trenches with tanks next to them. They constantly fired as the Borman artillery hit them and planes rained hell.

When the tanks came within range to do destructive damage, they stopped. The Hungarians were so confused that they stopped for a moment. Then when a volley of shells, missiles, and APG2 slammed into them they resumed.

The back of tanks opened as men charged out and headed for the enemy.

The backs of the tanks rose several feet so as to allow the tank to drive and leave an opening for men to jump on.

They accelerated as their ammunition destroyed the Hungarian defenses.

The Hungarians had little time to bring together defenses. They onslaught that hit forced them to fall back into the capital. Although the Hungarians did have a trick up their sleeve.

Around the capitol two trenches were dug, one filled with water. These trenches were roughly 10 ft. deep and as long as a tank. No tank could get through these.

Unfortunately the Hungarian tanks had to be left behind, these were then wired to blow.

As the Borman soldiers began to come to the exploding Hungarian tanks the Hungarians were taking position in machine gun nests in the town.
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Private Malarky gripped his XM8 in sweaty hands. The only way to cross the water filled trench was some wooden bridge thing on the other side. So some Borman soldiers were forced to swim across and bring it out.

As they slid it across Malarky looked at the town in front of him. Fire was visible all throughout and smoke mingled with the clouds in the cold night air. The night cast a shadow and gloom on the entire town. Shapes were silhouetted in the fires and moon as people ran about screaming.

The wood hit the other side as several men pulled it all the way across.

“Lets go!”

Malarky ran across the bridge with his Sgt. and the rest of the men.

The rest of the army was supposed to come, but some had been diverted to taking what was left and the rest had yet to arrive. Nonetheless the order had come.

Machine guns roared to life as buildings exploded from RPG shots and mortar fire.

“Follow me!”

Malarky’s Sgt., Malokovich, ran slightly left and then came against a building. To his right was an open window. Machine gun fire poured out of it. HE threw a grenade in and heard the deafening boom.

“Lets go!”

Malokovich ran through an ally as more of the same happened throughout the town.

Explosions ripped through the town as the constant thud of machine guns was heard.

Malokovich came to a street and began to run out. He stopped and looked left, then right. He began to move when his head developed a hole. His lifeless body slumped to the ground.

Malarky began to walk backwards; he could not believe what he had seen. As a member turned to beckon him back to the corner of the building further tragedy happened. The whole group blew to hell as an RPG slammed into the wall.

Malarky's only reaction was to grab hold of his XM8.

Then he saw Hungarians turn around the corner and head into his ally. They seemed jovial and held their weapons by the straps, obviously rejoicing in the mindset that they had destroyed the unit. Then they became aware of Malarky.

They hastened to grab their weapons, as he stood frozen. Then training kicked in.

As the Hungarian’s numb and sweaty fingers struggled to grip their guns Malarky’s came to life. XM8 fire cut through the Hungarians as hot lead poured into their kneecaps.

“F—k you A-s hole!”

He cut out their legs and then filled their bodies with bullet holes. As they lied dead he continued to shoot.

He came out of the ally to find more enemies; these were quickly made into jelly.

Malarky eventually found another platoon to hook up with.

“Where are your guys?”

“…”

“Oh. Sorry.”

The group moved down a street and kicked open a door. The whole group moved in and went upwards, combing all rooms. When they got to the top they saw a nearby building lose the top floors.

“Shit!”

They began to get out as a (Don’t know name, its that thing the Nazis used in Band of Brothers) came into sight. But their building was hit next.

Malarky’s eyes snapped open. It was early morning. He smelled fires, blood, death, and more. He went to move, and felt pain streak through his body.

His hands went down and gripped the metal pipe that was through his leg. It was bent at the top; no way he could get his leg out.

He went to scream, but he heard nothing, not even a hoarse moan. His cracked lips were bloodied as he began to discover more wounds on his body.

Finally someone came.

“Are you all right?”

“…”

“Can you talk?”

“…”

“Don’t worry, Ill get you out of here.”

With all the strength Malarky could summon he motioned to his gun.

“You want your gun?”

Malarky shook his head.

“Oh. We won.”

Malarky smiled as the man began to pull him up.

With his body displaced rubble began to slide. A cloud of dust went up as the man was thrown back.

As it cleared he could see a wooden board through Malarky’s head. Blood poured out of his mouth, eyes, nose, and ears. What was visible of his eyes showed that they had rolled up into his head.

The man began to tear as he moved to the next building.
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With the capitol in Borman's hands the country was secured. Soldiers immediately amassed on the borders. The chancellor stated that an attack from neighbor nations was imminent.

Grenval

22-10-2004, 05:27

[OOC - Does this effect me?]

Inshallah

22-10-2004, 05:57

The Sultan chuckles with his advisors.

"It's a good thing the old government didn't ask our army to aid them in containing those peaceful demonstrations."

Indeed, had the Inshallid army been called in, they most certainly would not have been close to full deployment and been wiped out in the capital.

The Sultan wishes to remain neutral in this conflict (He is already facing mounting pressure at home for "overcommitting" the nation's military). However, we are closely watching the situation for signs that it is expanding beyond a regional conflict. Should these events threaten global stability, Inshallah will react as deemed necessary.

If this conflict stabilizes, we are willing to provide peacekeeping troops.

Borman Empire

23-10-2004, 01:14

Probably, if you want to post, go ahead. If not, dont. BUt if your allie's emperor was overthrown and another man took power i would at least give a response. (Just some advice)

The Parthians

23-10-2004, 02:02

A column of Parthian troops and their vehicles rumbled down the two lane Ukranian highway towards the city of Kerch in the distance. The initial field units, the 3rd Immortals and 33rd Infantry divisions were already in place as soon as the other three infantry and one tank division arrived. A louspeaker on an R-409 superheavy tank chimed in, "Attention ethnic Ukranians and other non-Tatars, please exit the city through the checkpoints we are creating. All Tartars will be denied exit since they are children of the greatest murderer ever."

Borman Empire

23-10-2004, 02:18

OOC: Ukraine? Arn't you in like Iraq. Generic has Ukraine, but we can use the mirror thing.

The Parthians

23-10-2004, 03:05

OOC: Ukraine? Arn't you in like Iraq. Generic has Ukraine, but we can use the mirror thing.

I'm helping him conquer it, and I'm in Iran, Pakistan, Afghanistan, a small bit of Iraq and Oman

Mauiwowee

24-10-2004, 02:47

To Captain Lestat-From President Sergei Ilyanov:

No no. The men are being lodged now in various forts around the Island. But
damn, next time notify us. I guess we'll say it's protection from any counter-
attacks. But alert us next time. It is rather rude. And of course, shore leave is
legal. But if any of your men start getting rowdy, expect to get shot, we
shoot to kill. Good day.
-President Sergei Ilyanov of The Island of Rose

Dear President Ilyanov:

Again, we offer our most sincere apology. Thank you for your hospitality. and don't worry, any of our men who get out of control on shore leave would likely get shot by us after their court martial anyway.
Sincerely,
Captain Lestat

OOC: Sorry Its taken so long to reply, I've been out of town since Tues.

Wirraway

24-10-2004, 15:33

Dear President Ilyanov:

Again, we offer our most sincere apology. Thank you for your hospitality. and don't worry, any of our men who get out of control on shore leave would likely get shot by us after their court martial anyway.
Sincerely,
Captain Lestat

We too offer our sincere apologies as to the short notice we gave of our arrivals. If we have incurred any extra costs will be happy to re-imburse you TIOR. Our men will only leave their ships for shore leave, but hopefulyy will behave well enough to not be shot.

Wirrawayan Admiralty

Borman Empire

24-10-2004, 17:18

I'm helping him conquer it, and I'm in Iran, Pakistan, Afghanistan, a small bit of Iraq and Oman

I thought you had some of Iraq. But I knew abou the other things form your shark/criminal incident. Just too lazy to type it all.

Generic empire

28-10-2004, 00:28

L’viv, Western Ukraine

The screech of jet engines roared overhead as the artillery guns pounded the city. In the streets, Ukrainian citizens ran screaming, hands above their heads to protect against falling debris as fiery clouds appeared all around them. Ukrainian troops took cover, barricading themselves for the attack. The city was becoming hell on Earth.

Like black shelled turtles, the Imperial armored divisions moved in, newly deployed Imperial front line tanks, GIT ‘Reaper’ MK1s ((OOC: Specs soon.)) slowly rumbled over the ground towards the burning alabaster city. The column advanced over the fields, and into the streets. Imperial IFVs moved in with them, and Praetorians scrambled out to do bloody battle.

Captain Mikhail Greganov rushed out from the back of an APC, looking about the chaos, teeth bared like a wild animal. He let out a warcry, and charged inwards, his men following him. Frightened civilians, not having the time to evacuate, ran in horror away from the foreign troops. Greganov drew steel and ran into the mob, hacking about without discretion, men women and children falling about in the wide circle cut by his blade.

The tanks moved slowly up the street. Occasionally the rear door of the armor would open to unload or take in a small squad of Praetorians. The Reapers had been designed for urban combat, and were proving well suited to the task.

Major Victor Ilyivich watched the targeting displays from inside his tank. The turret swiveled, taking aim at a third story window where a machine gunner had opened fire. The cannon thundered and the side of the building caved in amid a cloud of dust and smoke.

The Imperial Praetorians swarmed over the city, overrunning enemy positions as imperial GH-1 and 2s ((OOC: Specs for the 2’s coming)) raced down the streets with guns blazing. The Praetorians rushed into office buildings, gunning down everyone inside with their XM-8s and rushing back out into the streets to continue the swathe of destruction.

For three days, the Imperial armies slammed into the city, attacking at lightning speed, slaughtering all in their path, and withdrawing to hit at a different area. The Ukrainian garrisons were decimated as the GH-1s and artillery strikes left them without cover.

As the night fell on the third day, the Imperial Praetorians stormed the steps of the mayor’s office, shot up the remaining guards, and dragged the mayor into the street, where he was made to kneel by a certain Captain Greganov. The saber flashed through the air, and the mayor’s head rolled through the streets, the blood pooling and flowing down a nearby storm drain.

So the massacre of L’viv concluded, and the Imperial flag flew high above the city, as ‘Welcome to the Jungle’ blared through the city’s speaker system, and the Praetorians began taking their prizes.

Wirraway

28-10-2004, 01:29

Generic empire

28-10-2004, 01:57

OOC: YEA, GNR REFERENCE, you made my day Generic. By the way, when are you going to RP antonius on TIOR receiving his loyal legions?

((OOC: Yeah, G'N'R references are so necessary.

I'm not sure. When I'm ready for his return I suppose.))

Borman Empire

28-10-2004, 02:35

OOC: GN'R can not be lived without(Confusing so that GN'R was first, as it should be)

IC:All knew it was to come. ANd come it did. THe armies soon began to march as war was declared on Slovakia.

The sound of thunder ripped through the air, created by constant shelling of Slovakians.

The new tank, the best Borman had made yet, came to aid in the assault. The BMT was veritable death machine((OOC: When I get internet back on the basement computer I will post specs)). Wherever they were, and the army had made sure they were everywhere, morale rose as enemies broke rank and ran. Spikes protected from attack, armor kept from almost all attack, a bac door allowed 10 soldiers to climb out into the thick of things. Over 15 min guns shredded enemies as the plow on fornt would push aside all in the way.

These monsters rooted out trees and pushed them to the side as they made their way to battles.

Many areas of the country quickly fell into Borman hands.

Ukranians launched several attacks to re capture lost towns. The shells of the BMT's defeated each assault.

The Parthians

28-10-2004, 02:46

With the ethnic Ukranians out of Kerch the Parthians descended on the town with utmost fury. No Tartar was spared as the Persian troops avenged the deaths of their kin by the Mongols many years ago upon the descendants of Ghengis. Women and children were dragged through the streets behind Bradley IFVs while the Tartar homes were looted. Men were hung by their arms and used for bayonet practice while others were enslaved. Other soldiers went around hacking off the arms or legs of Tartars and then throwing them in the Black Sea to drown.

Borman Empire

28-10-2004, 02:56

The city had been shelded for hours by the howitzers. Smoke rose and fires lit the night sky. Whatever par tof the town was on watch or trying to clenan up, was asleep.

But not Borman.

"We are approaching target."

"Good. Get those guns ready."

"Ready and aimed."

"Fire at 300."

The wave of BMT's continued forward. Each one had 10 Dinosaurs sitting in the back. These men gripped thier XM8s as they prepared to march to combat. Normaly they would be perfectly fine, relaxed, and not prepared so early. But these tanks would recieve their real test here.

The ground turned underneath the tracks at miniguns went up and down and the turrets swivled from side to side.

Several scarecrows stood in a farm. The BMTs approached. Fertile land was ripped oto shreds as the tanks inched ever forward. The scarecrows got hit by the plows and their spikes shattered the poles. WHat ever was still in the way was shredded and all was pushed to the side.

Then the tanks were close enough.

"Give the order to open fire."
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The slovakina men were low on supplies and morale, not to mention the actual amount of men. And then they were stretched so thin with men on guard, men cleaning up, and men sleeping.

Snow had created a thin blanket on the ground and men had covered their holes in blankets.

One man sat huddled in his hole rubbing his hands together.

"Its so cold."

"I can't feel my penis."

"im gonna go out and stretch a bit."

The first man pulled back the blanket and hopped out of the hole.

SNow could be heard crunching under his feet as he walked off a little distance.

The silence that surrounded the town was split by the sliding of a zipper and the sound of liquid meeting snow.

Then it stopped as hurried feet cam across snow.

The man jumped back into the hole and grabbed his gun.

"We got tanks!"

It was the last words he spoke. The first shell smashed into and obliterated his hole.

The shells and guns easily over rode the defenses and men began to fall back.

Within minutes the soldiers were in full retreat.

"GO, go, go!"

Then the man leading soldiers away blew up as tanks began to come into the back of the village. A pincer move had been done, effectivly trapping the enemies.

The battle was started and finished in less than 2 hours. THe town and inhabitants had been handed over to Borman and hundreds of captured soldiers were led away.
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"Sire, another town has fallen."

"We are one step closer. Roughly how much longer?"

"A number of towns, a couple of weeks or months. They are no where near prepared to handle us."

"Good."

Generic empire

01-11-2004, 05:13

Pervonais’k, Far Eastern front of Imperial Spear

General Markus Justinian stood before the sea of Praetorians who waited silently at attention. The standards of the Imperial armies fluttered in the light wind. The General surveyed the silent mass a final time before speaking.

“Praetorians! Today is indeed a most glorious day for the Empire! Across those hills lies Pervonais’k, the last stronghold in the path of our great war machine before the steppe! She is a den of barbarians, unwashed hordes who defile this land, our land! These are not men, but dogs who seek to thwart us here!

But we know that dogs will never thwart the great armies of Generia! The gall they must possess to defy the will of the Emperor. How must they view themselves to think that they can withstand us, the glorious men of the Imperial legions? Great gall indeed, and they will die for it! They will hang like the dogs they are for their insolence! They will watch their mighty city burn as we make off with their wives!

Praetorians! This is Ukraine! This is the land of our ancestors, mighty in war and strong in courage! Let us strike a blow at these barbarian scum, and drive them from here! Let us slaughter them to the last man! Let us bring glory to the Empire! For Generia!”

“For God!”

The jet screams split the cold air, GIF-77s soaring for the alabaster mass burning in the distance. Pervonais’k, Ukrainian stronghold and the last obstacle in the way of the Imperial hammer. Situated on the Boh river, this city provided a great tactical opportunity as a means to both cross and make auxiliary use of the river. If it fell, the Empire would have little in their way to prevent them from driving straight to Kiev.

The Imperial mechanized artillery had been pounding the city for days. Coupled with airstrikes, the bombardments had left many of the Ukrainian positions in ruins. Now, the Empire would set a bid to take the city and secure their supply lines in the Ukraine.

The Imperial armor, Reaper tanks, the hammer of the Generian armed forces, roared across the fields towards the burning city. Already, the Imperial Praetorians were engaged in combat within Pervonais’k, the air cavalry units having done a fine job of bringing them in. Now they would receive the armored support they so deserved.

The tanks rumbled into the streets. Gunfire and explosions echoed through the city as combat raged elsewhere. For Commander Josef Jorkovich, the scene was peaceful, and too much so. His heavy tank rumbled through the streets. Nothing. Silence. Then it all went to hell.

Ahead, a horde of Ukrainian soldiers poured out from covered positions, and opened up on the tanks with LAWs and RPGs. The tanks opened up with machine gun fire, and the Ukrainians were cut to ribbon. So much for their valor, but now it was war.

Overhead, Captain Mikhail Greghanov piloted the GIF-77 low over the city. His radio crackled to life.

“This is Charlie 17 requesting immediate air support. They’re coming out of the woodwork! We’re taking heavy AT fire. No armor in sight. Does anyone copy?”

“Roger Charlie 17, this is Sky Hammer 9. Give us the coordinates and we’ll come pull your ass out of the fire.”

“Location is 17.36.109.”

“Roger that.”

The wing of GIF-77s redirected, and flew in over the southern city, now obscured by thick black smoke and towers of flame. The engines screamed as the aircraft roared over the position and released their packaged death on the Ukrainians. Incendiary bombs detonated, spewing death on the enemy soldiers. The men ran about like phoenixes, wings of fire consuming their limbs.

The Imperial armor advanced. Ahead of Commander Jorkovich’s tank, an APC rounded a corner. The gun thundered and a high powered depleted uranium sabot round slammed into the APC, annihilating it. The smoking hulk was left burning in the streets as the armor advanced.

The Imperial Praetorians followed the armored fist, riding to battle in Imperial IFVs and APCs. The armored carriers hit the streets, and the doors slammed open, Praetorians pouring out like ants.

They charged after the Reapers, overtaking them and storming forward, Imperial standards racing through the streets, boldly under the falling sky. The Praetorians slaughtered all in their path, brutally gunning down their enemies, or drawing steel to hack the Ukrainians to pieces.

The Imperial hammer had too much momentum behind it for the Ukrainian defenders to halt. They were overrun, given no quarter, slaughtered to the last man. The streets ran red with blood, and the heads of the once noble Ukrainian military men now decorated the belts of the vicious Imperial soldiers.

A certain man distinguished himself in brutality among the others. He was a Captain by the name of Arus Julius. A true wardog, his scars mingled with his tattoos, reminders of engagements at home and abroad. He was indeed an animal, with little regard for life except as a means to create death, which he loved passionately.

Julius had led the charge of the Praetorians, storming Ukrainian barricades as enemy machine gun fire cut those around him to ribbons, leaving him untouched. Was it that the Ukrainians thought he was an apparition? Too terrifying to be real, and thus did not fire at him? Or was it the hand of God that warded the bullets from him? Either way, he leapt over the stone wall, to stare the enemy gunner in the eyes. He was a Ukrainian soldier of no more than sixteen. Julius bared his fangs and unloaded twelve shots into the boy’s head and chest, leaving the corpse to fall upon the concrete.

Julius landed beside the body, slung his weapon across his back, and drew cold steel. He looked to heaven and roared with bestial ferocity before charging his prey. His saber sung loudest of all, hacking everything he saw to pieces. From the corner of his eye, the captain spied a man cowering against the barricade, whimpering or praying, one could not tell. As the other Praetorians leapt over the barricade to continue the massacre, Julius slowly walked towards the Ukrainian.

He stood over him, menacing, drenched in blood, his and others’. His saber flew through the air and skewered the man through the lower abdomen, piercing a kidney in the process. The man’s face contorted in pain and bewilderment as a tear rolled down his cheek. The captain withdrew the sword and swung it across the Ukrainian’s neck, severing the trachea. Julius reached down, grabbed the hair of the soldier’s head, and pulled, ripping the head from the flesh of the neck. He held it aloft and roared.

The Praetorians finished their work, and moved on. Across the southwestern half of the city, the left bank of the Boh, the black forms swarmed, and the black and red standards flew above the heroic beasts of war. There would not be single enemy left standing upon the field of battle. The Imperial legions now controlled half of the city, and the river Boh began to run red with the drained blood of her protectors.

The Imperial legions did not halt there. The Praetorians flew towards the Boh river, and the bridges. The Reaper tanks moved forward, and led the charge. The Ukrainians had entrenched on the bridges, and now opened up on the Imperial armies. The tanks returned fire, unleashing hell on their enemies.

The Praetorians rushed forward, and seized the access points, paving the way for the attack on the northern city. The standards hurried forth, over the bridges towards the capitol building. The Ukrainians, terrified by what they had seen, routed before the vicious Imperial soldiers. If they could not outrun the Praetorians, they met brutal death.

The armies cut their way through to the center of the city and the once majestic capitol building, now ruined by artillery shells. The Imperial standard rushed up the steps, Captain Julius following close behind. A bullet found its mark in the standard bearer’s chest, and he fell backward. Julius lunged and caught the standard to continue the charge up the steps. He fired his XM-8 with one hand, and carried the flag with the other. As the magazine ran dry, the Captain dropped the gun, and drew his saber.

The Praetorians burst through the doors of the building, and flooded up the stairs towards the roof. Upon reaching the top of the building, Julius hauled the Ukrainian flag down, and replaced it with that of the Empire. Pervonais’k had fallen.

Unfortunately, however, a sniper’s bullet had found it’s mark in the throat of General Justinian as he observed from the command post a mile from the city. The army was thus left without a supreme commander, a problem that would prove short lived.

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The Imperial armies, under the flag of Generia, went to work ransacking the fallen city, looting, raping, and taking whatever prizes suited them. Captain Arus Julius found himself at the moment looting a house in the wealthier district of the town. He had happened upon a young girl that he found would make a most suitable wife. As he carried her outside over his shoulder, he was approached by two men, officers by appearance.

“Captain Julius!”

The Captain dropped the girl onto the pavement, where she proceeded to whimper in fear. Julius saluted.

“Sir!”

“Come with us.”

The Captain was brought to an armored car, and ordered into the back wit the two men. The rear of the behicle was unusual in that it had the appearance of that of a luxury limousine. Julius sat down on a surprisingly comfortable, leather upholstered seat. One of the two men began to speak.

“Captain, we’re here on behalf of Emperor Alexei himself. As you may or may not be aware, General Justinian received a fatal wound earlier today, and thus this army is left without leadership. This is disturbing to the Emperor, as this particular force is one of Generia’s most distinguished, and a necessary part of the comapaign.

Captain, you are a very distinguished soldier, as your records tell us. Already we begin to hear word of your exploits today. Your men will follow you to their graves, and your enemies fear you. We believe that this may only be magnified by a promotion, and so we have seen fit to give you command of the Imperial 12th army. How does General Julius sound to you?”

Julius spoke without emotion or surprise.

“Most excellent, sir. I hope to be able to only serve the Empire more than I have already through this command.”

“Very good. Your duties begin immediately. You are to finish securing the city, and prepare to move onward into the steppe.”

“Of course, sir.”

And so General Arus Julius came to command the Imperial 12th army. Word of his deeds in the taking of Pervonais’k spread quickly through the ranks, and he earned the title Julius the Vengeful. And vengeful he was, for he enjoyed bloodshed more than life itself.

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So it was that the Empire took Pervonais’k, and thus the spoils of bloody war. Under the orders of Julius the Vengeful, the population was enslaved, and the prisoners began moving towards Generia via the great armored rail trains that crisscrossed the land behind the Imperial front lines.

So it was all across the conquered Ukrainian territories. The people were either slaughtered, carried off as personal prizes, or shipped back to Generia to fill slave camps as they awaited their work orders to begin their new lives as forced laborers.

Many more would fill the piles of the dead and the camps of the slaves before the war was over.

Generic empire

01-11-2004, 05:28

After the fall of Pervonais’k the imperial armies pushed deeper into the Ukraine. City after city fell to the brutal Imperial onslaught. Under the command of Julius the Vengeful, Vynittsia and Kirovohrad fell, their populaces enslaved. Dnipopetrovs’k came also under the assault of the hordes of Julius, and after a three day battle, was finally subjugated. Julius was angered by the city’s resolve, and so it was razed to the ground, it’s population slaughtered in what would come to be known as the Dnipopetrovis’k massacre. Men, women, and children came under the sword that day. There were no recorded survivors.

The Imperial armies, western Ukraine firmly in their iron grasp, turned their might towards Kiev. If the capital fell, the remaining Ukrainian units ould falter, and the country would fall under the Generian banner. So it was that the Imperial legions came to Kiev, thirsting once more for blood.

As the slave trains rumbled away towards Generia, the three Imperial spears converged on the capital, wakes of fire and blood in their path. The Imperial mechanized infantry jhad been effectively shelling the capital for weeks now from behind secure advance lines, and sot he populace was already sufficiently demoralized.

General Julius the Vengeful sat in the command tent, poring over maps of the region, and planning the eventual assault on the city. He was interrupted by two men entering. One was a Generian officer, the other was a beleaguered looking diplomat.

“What is this?”

“Sir, this man is Georg Greghov, an emissary from the President of the Ukraine. He wishes to discuss the President’s terms of surrender.”

General Julius stood up, and approached the man.

“Discuss? Terms of surrender? Colonel, obviously this man does not understand. There will be no discussion. Tell Mr. Greghov to go back into that burning shithole that is his capital, and tell the President that he is to immediately surrender the Ukraine to the Empire or face a massacre unheard of since the time of the Huns.”

The frightened diplomat was ussured from the tent, while a rather satisfied General Julius sat down again to continue his tasks.

Within a week, after further bombardments, the President of Ukraine surrendered unconditionally. The Imperial Praetorians entered Kiev victoriously, looting and pillaging the capital for days. General Julius took for himself a total of thirty five mistresses to serve his bed at home in Generia City. The Imperial coffers grew fat as the Empire ransacked their way across their new conquered province, and the slave trains continued to rumble onwards.

On January 1st, the Empire celebrated Victory over Ukraine day, as the new province officially fell under the Imperial banner. So the work of assimilation began.

The Parthians

01-11-2004, 05:36

Parthian troops were pleased, 100,000 slaves had been captured from the Tatar population of Ukrane, and now, more could be taken if the Generians permitted the enslavement of all Tatars as punishement for the acts of their forefather Genghis on the people pf Persia.

Generic empire

01-11-2004, 16:45

As the last of the Ukrainian cities fell under the Generian banner, the Imperial government looked towards the long task of assimilating the new provinces of Ukraine and Moldova. Already, the slave trains rumbled across the icy steppes towards Generia City, Port Belgrade, and Sofia, but there was still much to be done. The subjugation would be complete, as it had been in so many other conquered lands.

It was decided by Emperor Alexei that Moldova would not stand as an independent territory, but rather would be added to Generia proper, to be governed directly by Emperor Alexei. Ukraine was a different matter. Its size posed a problem, but it was eventually decided that it would remain intact, to be placed under a provincial governor. The man the Emperor deemed fit for the job was none other than General Julius the Red (formerly Julius the Vengeful). Under his leadership, the Empire would see the complete transformation of Ukraine from communist stepchild, to Imperial dominion.

Most of Ukraine’s major cities lay in ruins after the Imperial onslaught, which would prove useful to the Empire in reconstruction. As the months progressed, the skylines of the cities changed drastically, as the great white obelisks that decorated Generia City now rose up in Kiev and elsewhere. Fueled by slave labor and the hands of the best craftsmen in the Empire, the job went surprisingly quickly. In Kiev, among the obelisks, a colossal statue of Emperor Alexei II rose up to dwarf other monuments in size and splendor. A great white pyramid also began to take shape in the center of Kiev.

Half of the Ukrainian population remained in the nation to serve the Imperial reconstruction projects. The other half was shipped off to Generia to be sold or put into direct service. Such was the way of the Empire.

Borman Empire

02-11-2004, 13:39

The helicoptor slowly touched down on the austrian helipad. The Austrian president had invited teh Slovakian president and general of the attacking force for peace talks. It was agreed to very slowly.

General Bolarp sat down at the cumfortable chair by the table. Across from him was the president of Austria, next to him the ppresident of Slovakia.

"Gentlemen, you have been invited here to discuss peace for this conflict that has plagued our neighbor. We believe."

"Wait. This is how the peace will go. We get unconditional surrender, and half of Austria."

The two other men looked on flabergasted.

"WHAT!"

10 men stood at the door. Half of them dinosaurs. These men immediatly killed the other guards and secured the elevator. Their guns then trained on the two other men.

"You see. Small security was not...how you say...a good thing."

A smile crept on Bolarp's face as he fondeled the gun he had snuck in. He then picked it up and put it on the table. It rang once as the Slovakian president fell dead.

"Now. My demands have increased. I want all of Austria."

"I...I...I..."

THe gun rang again and the man's corpse slithered ut of the chair.

"Sir, sir. We heard gunfire."

Yelling came from the elevator. Then the doors began to open. The dinosaurs activated camoflauge as Bolarp quicly jumpe in his chair and slumped down acting dead.

"Oh my fu-"

3 holes ripped through the man as they were filled by the now present claws of a dinosaur.

"Surprise."

The small force was destroyed almost instantly, without a shot. Bolarp got up and nodded. The leader of the guards activated a small box on his watch and pressed a red button.
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"We have the signal."

"Get moving."

Helicopters silently rose up as jets streaked off to soften the city.

Ordinance fell on the Austrain capitol and Slovakian capital. Austrain AA defences and military installations were targeted and quikly eliminated. Slovakians merely ran out of the city to surrender to the army that was poised there, thay had had enough.

Armor erupted over the Austrian border and began to destroy and and all military installations in place.

Helicopters went through the air towards the capital. One dropping here, another there. But they reched the destination with minimal losses.

Dinosaurs poured out of the helicopters and immediatly went to the capitol building to raise their flag and contact their soldiers.

One helicopter let out an 8 man team of raptors. They quickly activated camoflauge and ran to nearby command centers and defences. Explosions began to render these useless.

The cty began to get their militia together, but these areas were quickly captured by the flood of soldiers that had come.
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At the end of the day Slovakia was officially added to the empire. Soldiers helpig GE take Ukraine were immediatly brought to help with Austria. THe Austrian capital was in Borman hands, giving a deep loss of moral (sp?) to Austria. Armor had seized the south and east sides of Austria. A large force was making their way to help re-inforce the capital, where a counter assault was inevitable.

Generic empire

02-11-2004, 22:41

December 30th, One month after the beginning of Operation: Hammer

Emperor Antonius paced across the floor of his chamber. He walked over to a table in the corner of the room, and picked up a piece of paper to read for the twentieth time. Silently, the wheels in his head were turning, working on making a decision that would prove one the most important in modern Imperial history to date.

The notice was brief, and to the point, a communiqué relating the recent triumphs of the Imperial army in Ukraine, and the status of the popular support for the usurper. Of course, it was as strong as ever. The people loved victories, and the usurper gave them what they wanted.

Antonius sat down on the bed and put his hands on his head. It would be suicide. Support was not with him. He would send his loyalist forces to their deaths for nothing. The Bay of Pigs came to mind. Antonius removed his hands from his face, and looked around. Perhaps it was not that simple. Of course the people loved victories, but they also hated defeat. Maybe, just maybe their loyalty still lay with him. If he returned, would Alexei lose support? If somehow, miraculously, the loyalist forces could defeat Alexei’s army, then of course the populace would see this, and they would know where the winds were blowing. Yes, it would work. It would have to work.

Antonius stood up, and walked towards a desk that sat on the far end of the room. A telephone sat buried under a heap of papers. Antonius brushed the papers aside, and picked up the receiver. He dialed the number and waited.

“Sergei, it’s time. You know as well as I do that we won’t get another opportunity.”

A muffled response, and Antonius hung up. He called loudly in Generian, and a man entered the room, an Imperial Praetorian, a loyal soldier from Mozambique. The soldier bowed deeply, eyes averted from his Emperor. Antonius addressed the man.

“Captain, you have done well, keeping my door secure, patiently serving the Empire through this menial task. Now your loyalty shall be rewarded greatly. We shall soon undertake the glorious task that you have long awaited but first you must do for me one more menial task, one that will be far more important than any great feat you could ever perform in battle. You must take this letter, and deliver it to General Brutus.”

“My lord, I shall serve you in any and all tasks, however small, that through my service, the Empire may benefit.”

“Excellent. Rise, and deliver this to the General. Quickly now, we have little time before our opportunities vanish like dust on a stiff wind.”

The soldier took the letter, bowed, and exited the room, leaving Antonius to ponder and plan.

Within the next few hours, the calm that had befallen the encampments, and the Imperial villa for months was broken. Praetorians moved across the compound, officers rushed through the rooms of the villa, and the sailors at the docks scurried back and forth, preparing their vessels for a great voyage that would begin the epic undertaking that stood before the Emperor and his men like a colossus.

The wheels were indeed turning, and the pieces would soon be in motion.

The Island of Rose

02-11-2004, 23:00

Sergei sighed. He looked towards his window, all the movement, the invasion would begin today. And if it failed, the Island would pay the consequences. "Antonious you bastard." He said saracastically. He chuckled. "Well, I can't abandon my old friend..."

He rang the War Ministry. "Tell Alexander, and Parliament, to approve the movement of the 101st Division, we'll be moving with the Generian boats."

He hang up. He then rang Antonious, of course he left a message. "Friend, you have the Rosian 101st Division helping you. But our Navy is being repaired, we cannot use our superior firepower. You will have to use your ships to move them." Message sent.

He sighed. "If this fails..." He sighed once more. "If this fails, the Island will have the biggest fight for freedom in its Revolutionary History."

He stood up, slamming his fist on the fall. "But if we are victorious, the people will love me, the Red Party, this entire administration." He got louder. "And itself! The Rose will love itself, oh think of the parades!"

He sat down. "Either way, we're damned if we do and we're damned if we don't. On the line is 20,000 men, and two nations."

He chuckled. "God, I never thought this'd happen to poor old me...." He looked as Diane opened the door a slight bit.

"Something wrong?" She asked.

Sergei shook his head and chuckled. "Nothing Diane, nothing."

And so, it begins.

Roach-Busters

02-11-2004, 23:14

bump

(OOC: My thoughts exactly :p)

Wirraway

03-11-2004, 00:24

To:Antonius I
From: Achilles Brown

The 3rd Mozambiquen Battlefleet will follow you wherever you go, they are at your disposal. I see that you need to transport troops, I'm sure we have more than enough capacity between the 3rd fleet and your loyalist ships to do the job. Onto a more pressing question, do you require more troops or tanks. I can detach about 4 division from Mozambique, mostly colonial soldiers, but very well trained, and add them to your army of you wish. I wish you the best and keep me informed of the situation. I will return you to power.

Borman Empire

03-11-2004, 01:46

OOC: DANMIT!!! I wrote this aweosme post. Here is a summary. 2 weeks into the war with Austria. I control most of Austria. Switzerland declared war. I have tkane key parts of Switzerland and Austrians are marhcing for a final battle.

"There they are."

The tanks could see the Austrians on the other side of the plain. They were heavily entrenched and T-90s prepared to ward of invaders. But this would not stop them.

The backs of BMTs opened as they advanced towards the enemies. The shells ripped through the air and slammed into the Austrians. The tanks were targeted and then jets ripped through to drop hell. While the Austrians looked about at the hell that was riping through their defences, the onslaught hit.

Soldiers ran through while cutting enemies to ribbons as tanks began to decimate any hope for a counter attack.

After several hours Austria surrendered.

Roach-Busters

03-11-2004, 02:03

(OOC: GE, please check your TG's. Thanks!)

Borman Empire

03-11-2004, 02:15

bump

Generic empire

03-11-2004, 04:01

It had indeed begun. The sun shown brightly on the Imperial flag as it waved from the mast of every ship of the expeditionary force preparing to depart from The Island of Rose. The Praetorians were ready. They had waited patiently for weeks for this moment, the moment when they would be given the chance to strike back at the vile usurpers in Generia City and restore their true, righteous leader to power. As they watched the clear blue skies, and the sun glistening off the water, each man knew that bloody war awaited them back home. They were ready.

Before the black clad hordes had boarded their transports, their great Emperor himself had stood before them. The thousands of men had knelt in unison before the demigod, and spoken in one voice: “Hail!” It had been a sight to behold, the essence of the power of a single man over this mighty destructive force. On this day, that mighty man had addressed them as equals, as brothers under God.

“Praetorians! Brothers! Behold, for it is indeed a glorious day! God himself must indeed stand by us to give us such a day! But this shall be no match for the glory of the day when we finally stand in that hallowed place to which we venture today! Brothers, today we go to Generia!” To Generia City! To the White Citadel itself!”

The men cheered wildly.

“To wrench power from the foul usurper who defiles the throne! Who defiles the Empire through his sickness! Fear not, though, for his twisted ideals are nothing against the might of the Imperial armies, the Praetorians so noble in action who would see the purity of the true Emperor through the veil of lies that the usurper has spun.

Why, let him stay in the palace, let him defile the throne. Then it will be easier to find him!”

Laughter and cheering thundered from the ranks.

“We shall indeed find him, and we shall make him pay! Brothers, when we reach the shores of our homeland, the land our fathers dies protecting, we shall echo their greatness through our own glorious deeds! Brothers, we shall, by undertaking this epic task, become immortal! If you die, and make no mistake, many of you shall, but if you die make it so that your deeds will live forever in the hallowed halls of history! Let it be that God himself shall have the image of you and your mighty actions etched forever in his memory.

Fear not death, brothers, for as we all know, death is but a gateway to eternal pleasure! Be heroes, brothers, for then at the end of the day, we shall all be together at the great feast with as much wine as we can ever conceive to desire, enough food to satisfy your very soul, and women to satisfy your bed for eternity! Does this not please you?!”

The roar of the crowd.

“Then let it be so! Let us ride into battle like the titans we are, let us welcome death and forge our immortality through glory! For Generia!”

“For God!”

The last words echoed in the hearts of every Imperial soldier as they boarded the transports, and now as the vessels set sail for that distant, troubled land that they called home.

Mauiwowee

03-11-2004, 04:47

On board the Mauiwowee based Generian Carrier Black Sea currently in TIOR's harbor

"Sparks, send a message to Emporer, Antonius:

'Sire: the men are estactic! the ship is fully armed and ready to provide the air cover we need to retake your throne. With the help of Mauiwowee, Mozambique and The Island of Rose, your homecoming will be glorious. We await your commands.

Your humble servant,
Captain Ulanov Sonavabech
Generian Carrier Black Sea'

OOC: let me know what you want us to do and what our planes, etc. consist of or feel free to assume control yourself (I mean, it is your carrier and her escort).

at the Mauiwoweean airbase in Generia

General Bharris Karloph, base commander, spoke to his XO, Col. Klive:

"So Colonel, what does intelligence say?"

"Sir, we've nailed down one habit of the usurper and a significant weakness. First, the usurper has lunch, almost everyday, 27 days of the last 30 to be exact, with his war cabinet and ministry. They eat at the capitol building between the hours of 11:30 am and 1:30 pm without fail. It is the only predictable thing he does. Secondly, and maybe just as importantly, the military is stretched thin, very thin, in the capital. The usurper, feeling he has total support from the populance, has sent a majority of his forces to deal with the Borman Empire and the Ukraine. We see weakness here for a signficant invasion force."

"Good man Colonel, that's what I wanted to know. Send your report and all details, no matter how insignificant you find them, via an encrypted communique' to General Ripper in Mauiwowee and Emporer Antonius I on the Island of Rose. Let them know the time to attack the heart is now!"

"Will do sir."

OOC 2 I had to RP your guys to make this work GE, tell me to piss off if I screwed up and did a n00b thing. I thought I was careful though. Feel free to react however you wish, including a nuke on my base since I did this.

On the Mauiwowee Carrier Wattahead

"Captain Lestat!" yelled XO Louis Rice "We're moving out. Antonious has given the word, we're invading Generia. All troops have been recalled, all ships are fully provisioned and the scouts are up. We've let the entire convoy of all ships, TIOR's, Mozambique's, Generia's, etc. know we've got their nose. 2 AWAC's are up and 30 of the F-23A fighters are spread around her on a 24/7 basis at all times. The fleet sailing to Generia is a world marvel. With the troops of the usurper in the Ukraine, our invasion will be a piece of cake."

"Officer Rice" said captian Lestat "NEVER underestimate the enemy. The majority of the ground forces may be in the Ukraine and dealing with the Borman Empire, and we've got a shitload of troops and ships, but we're NOT going to sail in unnopposed, you can count on that! This is war sir, not a naval exercise. I want full, red alert on all ships at all times until this is over. Got that sailor?!"

Borman Empire

03-11-2004, 13:36

...has sent a majority of his forces to deal with the Borman Empire...
...and dealing with the Borman Empire...

OOC: My empire was helping GE expand into Ukraine. We are allies.

Borman Empire

03-11-2004, 13:42

Secret IC: The Imperial Palace

"Sire. We have managed to find that Antonius will be moving. They are going to take back Antonius' throne."

"I have an idea."

IC:
...Encrypting...

Official Imperial Communique

To: Generic Empire
From: Chancellor Licinius

You are just now really coming into power. Your soldiers are spread thin. You are susceptible. What if a rebellion happened? What if Antonius came back? What if someone declared war on you? What would happen? I ask of you to allow us to station more men in your land. We will put more into a military base and we will put as many as you will allow into the capital to protect it.

End Transmission

Borman Empire

04-11-2004, 02:49

It was expected that within the month Antonius would try to re-claim power. But that did not affect the men in Switzerland.

“Word is we are one of the last ones.”

The Swiss soldier looked at the speaker.

“We are the last of what.”

“ONE OF the last of the towns that is in the way of Borman taking us over. I am saying that if we fall and several more behind us fall...then so falls Switzerland.”

“We aren’t going to fall.”

The man rubbed the .50 caliber gun that was waiting in front of him. He walked out of the trench and began to walk towards the town.

“I can’t wait to make this baby purr, until than I will be at the bar.”

“We aren’t supposed to leave. They may hit at any hour.”

“Oh well, what’s gon-”

The mans head exploded as Swiss soldiers all over began to grip weapons. A colonel in the Swiss army walked out of a little building near the edge of town. He took the loud speaker to his mouth.

“No one leaves. If you do we shoot you. The enemy can and will hit at any moment, we must e ready.”

A sound ripped through the air as the relaxed Swiss soldiers began to glare at their commander.

“We don’t need drills.”

The man looked around as he gripped the pistol at his side, “We aren’t having drills today.”

The man exploded, along with the area around him. Several buildings and trenches exploded in a shower of shrapnel, dirt, body parts, concrete, and more.

“Attack!”

The tanks were firing. They were driving full speed forward as the men in their hulls prepared to unload. Buildings and trenches exploded as guns began to hum to life on both sides. BMTs let down their back doors as soldiers began to flood out. When the onslaught of soldiers reached the line, it was already over.

Only a score of men had survived the hell brought on the front lines, and these men were running into the town. Most of these men were destroyed by the mini guns on the BMTs.

The onslaught of men, assisted by the armor, overwhelmed the town. The town surrendered as soon as the rear road was set on fire.

In Switzerland the same thing had occurred at a number of towns. Capital buildings seized and rebels killed. Slaves shipped back and Borman ground expanded.

Only one town stood in the way of Switzerland falling into Borman hands, the new capital (The old one had received heavy destruction), the soon to be gone city of lyss.

Borman Empire

04-11-2004, 20:47

bump

Wirraway

04-11-2004, 21:16

The mighty Wirrawayan 3rd fleet, along with other loyalist Generic units finished loading their Preatorians and set sail for the balck sea and the usurper.

Admiral Von Gluck stood on the bridge of his flagship the Amsterdam. Surrounding him were the many officers and enlisted men who made up the 3rd fleet's command staff. Some of the best in the business, these men were veterans of numerous hard-fought battles and wars. With over 200 years of naval and amphibious experience among them they were the perfect outfit to plan and execute one of the most important and audacious invasions attempted by a Wirrawayan force.

Von Gluck, who had been pacing the slightly rolling deck, suddenly turned on his heel and spoke, "get me the leader of the Preatorians, we need to coordinate this with them, after all, its them who are actually landing."

A Subordinate rushed off to the find General Brutus and bring him to the bridge.

Stern and somber, Von Gluck demanded respect and iron discipline from his crew, but during these planning sessions he was always open to new ideas.

"So my lads, where to do propose we make the landing......

OOC: Can I get a map of the Generic Empire so I can RP it correctly? Or just have Brutus explain where I should begin the invasion.

Borman Empire

04-11-2004, 21:24

http://img123.exs.cx/img123/7701/europe2.jpg

That is my map of Europe so far

Borman Empire

04-11-2004, 23:04

The city of Lyss had been pounded with artillery and ordinance from planes for as long as one could count. (OOC: It is 1 day before Antonius goes to take back his empire.)

To make it seem as if the strike was not ready the guns continued to rain hell. But unbeknownst to the Swiss men Borman soldiers were within firing range. These men looked through night vision goggles at the remnants of the town.

What had once been a might majestic city was now in ruins. A single trench surrounded the whole city. Inside Swiss men walked back and forth, passing some of the heavy guns that had been brought into place. The moon would have bounced off the cobblestone streets, if they were not caked in dirt and blood. Only a score of houses still stood. All the others were either a pile of debris or a fraction of what they used to be. Metal beams, concrete, blood, dirt, weapons, and more were scattered throughout the town. AA defenses were non-exist. Several areas had no presence of life save a few cockroaches. And this was Switzerland’s capital.

The moon began to lose its shine as clouds came to cover it up. Within the hour there was no natural light. Perfect for the attack.

Sergeant Hovanicus ran over all the debris in the streets. The whole force there was about ½ the strength of the force expected to attack. And almost ½ of the men there were helping clean up. With the other factors it would be almost 3:1 when Borman attack. Not good.

“Shit.”

He was the only thing connecting the north and south sides of defense. He was making his way to the south line when a private bumped into him.

“Sorry sir. I didn’t see you.”

“Its ok. Just…what are you doing?”

“I have sleep break. But I can’t sleep so I am going to get a beer.”

“We don’t need people drinking. Go to the north line and join them. Tell colonel zorkolis that I was almost at the south line when you met me.”

“Yes sir.”

The men began to part ways and when they were nearly out of sight the sergeant heard someone yell. He turned to see the private pulling a still moving body out of a pile of debris.

“Jesus.”

The man immediately began to run towards it, but he tripped. As he was getting up he thanked the lord he had fallen.

He heard a whiz and a shell slammed into the building the body was being pulled out of. The two men were instantly killed as the debris was redistributed. A pile flew by ant took off one of Hovanicus’ fingers. Rods and concrete shot by his head. But he survived with only losing a finger.

Hovanicus continued until he began to leave the cobblestone path, or what he could see. And then he came into sight of the south line. Burning hulls were on both sides of the trench and several areas of the trench had caved in. A new coat of blood had painted the entire area and bodies carpeted both sides. What guns hadn’t been blown to pieces were smoking and had shells all over the area near them. Groans mingled with the constant scream for a medic. Borman had already hit.

Hovanicus looked to his right in the little hoe that had been dug for the medics. There had been half a dozen jovial men in that hole less than 2 hours ago. Now all he saw was a pool of blood and butchered body parts floating about. He could not recognize any of the bodies.

Images began to flood into his head of past wars, memories long forgotten. He was overwhelmed and he bent over with his hands on his knees.

He threw up, and again, and again. It was too much.

He finally got his bearings and stood up and walked as fast as possible to the strip of trench where the CO was last.

“Wow. You’re all pale. Was north hit too?”

“No. Its just…. just-”

“Never mind. Where are the medics?”

Tears began to stream down his as he made motions, “Dead. All of them.”

“Jesus.”

“Where is the CO?”

“I’m the CO now. Dyke was killed in the attack. We managed to hold them off. But we suspect they will hit soon, and we can’t hold them again.”

“North is pretty good. I’ll go back and tell them to bring some reinforcements and medics.”

“Do that. God’s speed.”

And with that Helveticas jumped out of the hole and ran back to the north lines as fast as possible.

Above north line of defense

“Sir. We got the reports. Attack on south successful as planned. We sent ¼ the force and they were repelled. Heavy casualties, much higher on other side. We wait for you to finish and then we will take the south side down.”

“Good. Tell the men to move.”

Swiss men gripped their guns as they looked about nervously. They knew that if they were hit, this route was the only way to retreat to safety. Guns were taking aim in the darkness as officers repeatedly told the men to be on their toes. But no one was ready when it actually happened.

A shrill whiz ripped through the air. Then a stretch of trench exploded, then another, and another, and even more. A wave of mortars got the Swiss men to scramble to attention. But when they began to open fire the tanks were well within range.

Shells slammed into little holes that had been covered with tarp. Guns exploded ad men ran hither and thither. Trench collapsed, tragically taking Swiss men with the dirt.

Swiss tanks began to retaliate. But the armor of the BMTs was too powerful. They all began to target the same tank, slow but somewhat effective. Tanks started to stop, then blow. But all the while BMTs had been destroying enemy armor. By the time the Swiss tanks were close to putting a dent into Borman armor, they were all destroyed.

Morale was instantly shattered and order was lost. Men ran over their officers to escape into the town. Guns stopped humming as explosions or desertion put them to silence.

By the time the tanks had gotten to the trench there wasn’t a living person in it.

The backs of BMTs dropped open as soldiers poured out and began to flood over the trench. Then they stopped. They waited for BMTs to cross the gap. And when they did, and they had finished looting the bodies near the gap, they got back in the tanks. These tanks then began to decimate any building within range.

Helveticas was almost there. Then he head screams. He heard gunfire…then it stopped. He smacked his hand into his ear and cupped his hands around them.

“YAYAHAYAHAYHAYYH!”

He snapped his neck to the right and saw a thin line of Swiss soldiers charging him. They were spread out and didn’t stretch too far. No more than several score of them. Most did not have weapons, and most were splattered with blood. Some were missing body parts. But all were charging over whatever stood in their way.

“What happened!?”

“Borman!”

The men ran past him and continued to run. He turned his head and looked at where they had come from. Suddenly one of the last standing buildings collapsed in a shower of debris, smoke, and fire.

“The end is here.”

((OOC: Going to New York. Will finish either tomorrow or tonight.))

The Island of Rose

04-11-2004, 23:08

((OOC: So you know, TIoR has 20,000 guys in that fleet headed to attack Generia. The 101st Division. Can't you tell I love WWII :D))

Generic empire

04-11-2004, 23:33

http://img123.exs.cx/img123/7701/europe2.jpg

That is my map of Europe so far

((OOC: Nice map.

Wirraway, the part of Generia we'll be attacking is Generia proper, which is Romania and Bulagaria. We're going to attack just south of Port Belgrade, the largest port city in the Empire. It is RL Constanta in Romania. Here's a map of Romania/Northern Generia:

http://go.hrw.com/atlas/norm_htm/romania.htm.

I have something written to explain why we're landing here etc.))

Generic empire

05-11-2004, 00:09

It was a long voyage from The Island of Rose to Generia, but time did nothing to still the fire in the hearts of Antonius’s men. As the skies began to grey, and the sea became choppy, the men knew that they drew close. The shouts began to ring out across the vessels, and the men gathered on deck to gaze across the waves at the black mass that rose up in the distance. Generia. This was what they had come for. Antonius and his legions had returned home.

The fleets had in actuality cruised in about one hundred miles south of the Imperial port city of Port Belgrade. As Antonius had suspected, the Imperial naval patrols were light in the area, as the fifth and seventh fleets were occupied in providing naval escort to and from Ukraine via the Crimean peninsula. Thus, Antonius’s fleet was not forced to deal with the full brunt of the Imperial navy. Still, Alexei would know they were coming.

Mauiwowee

05-11-2004, 02:10

on the Mauiwowee carrier, Wattahead

"Captain Lestat," said XO Louis Rice, "We've spotted a few navy patrol vessels, but Antonious was right to have us come in south of the port city, the area is pretty clear and we can secure a landing area for the men relatively easily I should think."

"Good commander, but don't count on it being easy, we don't know what is waiting on shore and with a fleet this big, they know we're coming. TIOR has 20,000 men, we've brought a 100,000 of our own, I'm not sure how many Mozambique has brought or how many other loyalists Antonious has rounded up, but its a lot. With 2 carriers, troops ships, battleship and destroyer escorts, hospital ships, etc. we're hard to miss and offloading that many soldiers will be a chore. I want you to co-ordinate all air cover with the Generian Carrier Black Sea. Follow Antonious's generals as to the time, manner and method of off loading our men and securing a beach head. Send an encrypted message to Commander Kharloff at our air base inside Generia and let him know we'll be there soon. He may be our ace in the hole, maybe, just maybe, they won't expect an attack from inside their own territory. Have the subs watch our backs for any sneaky crap from the usurper ships headed back from the crimean penninsula too. We're going to be focused on landing our troops, I don't want a sneak naval attack hitting us in the rear. Make sure a battle ship or two or maybe a destroyer or two are back their to assist the subs if need be, the rest need to be ready to pound the shore. We're on red alert until further notice, got that? Oh, and tell General Uinness to keep his fuckin' army dudes under control, no herorics, this is by the book. We're taking back a country here."

OOC: btw, GE, in case you don't recall you located my airbase in Generia between Bucharesta and Alexandria, seems this would be a prime spot to help get the guys in.

The Island of Rose

05-11-2004, 02:32

General George Alexeivich. General of the esteemed 101st Division. The Island of Rose's best Division, well one of the best. The Island of Rose had no legitimate reason to send men, so why did Parliament approve? The Rosian Culture had a thing called "A Random Act of Kindness" so the Rosians said. President Sergei had this wonderful trait.

A Random Act of Kindness, now herefore known as ARAK, is a very special thing. ARAK enables somebody to do something kind, without any special reason. It was in fact that Parliament approved the sending of the men. The Unofficial ARAK clause. It was the fact the people supported this, the gene ARAK.

Of course, the people were not used to violence. In fact it'd be the Island's first major war. So why? Why risk 20,000 fine men, fresh out of college, possibly could've been the best lawyer or doctor in the world?

ARAK.

The people didn't care. The Rosians joined the Armed Force for a reason. Right on that contract said "You might die" on it. ARAK was the legitimate reason.

ARAK.

"Oy..." General George Alexeivich said. "A Random Act of Kindness. This is the reason we're going to war. 20,000 men on the line. Well... at least we have those nifty RARs..." He chuckled as he leaned on the Battleship Varus. "Yup..."

Footsteps.

((OOC: You don't mind if I named a battleship right? And somebody wanna talk to the General?))

Wirraway

05-11-2004, 03:02

OOC: Btw Mauiwowee, I'm not Mozambique, I'm Wirraway, lol. I'll chat with you TIOR

Rear Admiral Von Vilnus was taking a walk around his new command, the Varus , although not named after a city or town as most naval units were, the Varus still bore a name of honor and glory, one the most legendary admirals ever to serve the Concordiat. Fighting in every campaign since the formation og the Concordiat Admiral Varus was still celebrated as a national hero almost 150 years after his death. The TBA class super Dreadnaught was a fitting namesake as Varus had been a battleship man all his life, never really took to aircraft carriers.

And now his legacy rests on my watch thought Von Vilnus gloomily,

he saw the a few of the Rosians on board exit the deck laughing merrily,

Good men, but better fighters,ach, who's that over there,

He walked over to General Alexeivich and made his introductions

"Hi there, I'm Rear Admiral Von Vilnus and who might you be my good sir?"

Mauiwowee

05-11-2004, 03:03

ship-to-ship comminque'

From: General G. Uinness, Mauiwowee 69th Black Beret Division
To: General George Alexeivich, The Island of Rose 101st Division

RE: Invasion Plans

Dear General:

I'm still waiting to hear from Antonious's Generals how he wants to coordinate the invasion. I want to assue you and your men, however, that significant air cover for the invasion will be provided by Mauiwowee, and I assume by the Generian Carrier Black Sea. Since I have 100,000 men under my command and you have only 20,000, I would suggest that you intersperse your men with ours so that you don't expose all your men in a single large group or two to significant resistance and take a large hit on the casualty front. We're certainly willing to share everything equally with your men. In war, all that matters is whose side your on, beyond that, soldiers on the battle field will always assist other soldiers on the battlefield that are their allies. We are allies, lets do this together, by the book, for the glory of our countries and the return of our friend, Antonious, to his rightful position of power.

sincerely,
General Uinness.

Mauiwowee

05-11-2004, 03:05

OOC: Btw Mauiwowee, I'm not Mozambique, I'm Wirraway, lol.

I know, but you're troops, etc. came from Mozambique so I'm just playing it out that way. :)

Doomingsland

05-11-2004, 03:07

OOC:What'd I miss?

Mauiwowee

05-11-2004, 03:16

OOC:What'd I miss?

OOC: Like, everything man, we conquered Doomingsland, the Borman Empire, the Ottoman Empire, the entire middle east and most of north africa, we're just going home for a party. :D

Actually, read the thread, but basically, we're just now getting ready to invade Generia and return Antonious to power and the usurper and the Borman empire have conquered the Ukraine, the Balkans and apparantly Switzerland and are stretched thin at home (so we think at this time anyway).

The Island of Rose

05-11-2004, 03:19

"Hi there, I'm Rear Admiral Von Vilnus and who might you be my good sir?"

Alexander turned around. "I'm General Alexander Alexeivich. I'm the Rosian Commander of the 101st Division." He sighed as turned back towards the water, looking at the mainland.

"Look at that." He said. "Soon thousands will die just fpr a beachhead. We will attack an army 10 times our size, with 1/3 of the troops never been in battle."

He chuckled. "The poor bastards." He turned around facing Von. "Battleships... the Rosian Navy consists of many Carriers. Of course if it were me I'd make a light Destroyer Navy. But that's me." He cleared his throat.

"Bad cough." He said. "Yup... we might have 1 Million men against us. But we have the tactical advantage."

He chuckled. "Yes. They're so busy with the over Eastern nations that their homeguard will be weakened. Plus I'm sure the citizenry is still loyal to Antonious, yes...."

General, my men will be coordinated with yours. But I wish to lead my men into battle. Any intelligence gained by your men should be shared to us and vice versa. Also understand we use RAR-1As as our weapons. But if you use 5.56 NATO as your bullet, we'll be okay. Good luck.
-General Alexander Alexeivick of The 101st Rosian Division

Wirraway

05-11-2004, 03:28

"Yes I agree completely. Our victory will only come if we acheive the element of suprise and rally the populace, but if you fail, don't worry, I'll be right here to pick you up," he chuckled and looked out at the beach and then continued to speak

"As for your comment on the battleships, they only exist in our assault fleets, basically for shore bombardment and the like. If you went over and visited the a true ocean going Battleflee then you wouldn't fine any of these babies," he patted the massive gun tube pointing out at the Generian coastline."

"I say, woudl you care for a drink, I've got some Johnny Walker Blue Label stashed away in my stateroom, "one last drink before dieing, eh?"

Mauiwowee

05-11-2004, 03:38

General, my men will be coordinated with yours. But I wish to lead my men into battle. Any intelligence gained by your men should be shared to us and vice versa. Also understand we use RAR-1As as our weapons. But if you use 5.56 NATO as your bullet, we'll be okay. Good luck.
-General Alexander Alexeivick of The 101st Rosian Division

General, Alexeivick, we certainly did not intend to imply that you would not lead your men into battle and we certainly do not want you to think we intend to try and control your men. We only wanted to do our part to ensure the safety of as many of your men as was possible. That is all. Please forgive us if you feel insulted in any way, there was no such intent on our part. We want to work with you. Certainly we will share our intelligence with you and everyone else involved.

As to the weapons issue, I think we'll be OK, our standard issue weapon to our men are these:

http://img128.exs.cx/img128/2864/Standardinfantry.jpg

Not everyone has a grenade launcher, mind you, but we have found the Samonian decendended troops that make the bulk of our military can more than handle the increased bulk of the 7.62 Nato guns and appreciate the enhanced firepower provided by them.

sincerely,
General Uinness.

The Island of Rose

05-11-2004, 03:49

Alexander shook his head. "Rosians aren't allowed to drink unless approved by the General, and the General says no." He chuckled.

"I don't want my boys drunk." He said. "Hm, I wonder. I wonder..."

He looked at the cannon. "I wonder why Navies adopt Dreadnaughts? I heard they were expensive." He shrugged. "Or at least that's what Roska said."

He tapped the cannon. "Big."

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

Don't say sorry. Anyway, we use the RAR-1A and its variants, the RAR-1C (Carbine), the RAR-1K (Kommando), and RAR-1G (Grenade launcher variant). I suppose this will make our logistics a bit harder. But do not worry, I'm sure we can work something. Anyway, our guns are advanced. IR and Night scope with a silencer handle that can be unscrewed and laser sight. Don't worry about our stuff.
-General Alexander Alexeivich of The 101st Rosian Division

Wirraway

05-11-2004, 03:56

Alexander shook his head. "Rosians aren't allowed to drink unless approved by the General, and the General says no." He chuckled.

"I don't want my boys drunk." He said. "Hm, I wonder. I wonder..."

He looked at the cannon. "I wonder why Navies adopt Dreadnaughts? I heard they were expensive." He shrugged. "Or at least that's what Roska said."

He tapped the cannon. "Big."

"Fine by me, I'll save it for victory toast then." he smiled and leaned out onthe railing, looking down at the rolling waves below

"As for your question, these babies probably cost around 1.5 billion each, but we got 'em at a discount from Inkana, only about 750 mil, not a bad price if you ask me."

He turned back to the General and became serious

"You know I really admire you army guys, I mean your the one hitting the beach tommorow, I'll do my best to soften it up for you, actually not me, this that gun your patting, your gonna learn to love it. A 2 ton shell can put a dent in pretty much anything. But I'm pretty safe in this ship, I assume you will be following your men into the beachhead?"

The Island of Rose

05-11-2004, 04:01

Wirraway

05-11-2004, 04:10

Alexander chuckled. "I wish. I'll be heading up after the beachhead will be secured, behind the lines so to speak." He sighed sadly. "Damned Rosian Armed Command."

He grinned. "They don't want me to harm this pretty face. But nevertheless, yep our boys are hitting the beach. And we'll probably lose..." A pause. "500 minimal. Then again, who knows."

He sighed. "Who knows."

Von Vilnus sympathized with the Rosian general

"Heck, goddam Wirrawayan high command won't let me take my ship closer than 3 miles in. We can still hit the beach but only with the main guns, we could do so much more damage if they let us in closer. ach. But anyway, at least you'll get to be in fully battle ready Super Dreadnaught, its quite sight to behold with all 8 main guns firing. I will leave you to your men now as I have to return to bridge, damm green crew, would have run this thing into a rock if it wasn'y for the nav comp. I'll see you later General."

The Island of Rose

05-11-2004, 04:14

Alexander chuckled and gave a light military salute. "See ya." He grinned. "In heaven, or hell..." He went back to watching the grand waves....

((OOC: Crap post, yay!))

Borman Empire

05-11-2004, 15:51

The men ran past him and continued to run. He turned his head and looked at where they had come from. Suddenly one of the last standing buildings collapsed in a shower of debris, smoke, and fire.

“The end is here.”

((OOC: Going to New York. Will finish either tomorrow or tonight.))

The men ran past him and continued to run. He turned his head and looked at where they had come from. Suddenly one of the last standing buildings collapsed in a shower of debris, smoke, and fire.

“The end is here.”

((OOC: Going to New York. Will finish either tomorrow or tonight.))

A private on the south line of defense looked around at the carnage surrounding him. In the time that Hovanicus had left the remaining men had managed to pile up most of the bodies in front of the trench. But the smell was not pleasant.

The private was making sure his guns were loaded, when he heard a massive crash and boom.

He turned around to see one of the standing buildings come crumbling to the ground. He looked over at the CO and could make out that he was saying something about god abandoning them.

And he had.

Before the private had taken his eyes off the CO the whole strip of trench the Commanders were in exploded in a shower of carnage and dirt.

He grabbed his weapon, but bullets ripped his throat apart.

Tanks were slowly advancing as their smooth borne cannons blew holes in what remained of the trench. Mini-guns were decimating any who jumped out to run, all Swiss men were stuck in the hole.

Only one gun was still operational and when the soldiers started coming it gave them hell. But a couple shells later it was not a problem.

Dinosaurs jumped onto the bodies and put their backs to the carnage. Grenades flew in the hole, followed by a “Hit the deck!”

Another swift round of grenades further served to soften the enemy. When those went off Dinosaurs jumped the carnage and got into the trench themselves.

Guns were swung into lock positions as swords were drawn. The dinosaurs slaughtered every Swiss soldier in the trench.

BMTs drove over the caved in areas with little difficulty and came into position outside of the town. They too shelled the buildings.

On the west and east hundreds of APG2 had been launched, and all the Swiss defenders lay dead. The Borman tanks rolled over their bodies and into range.

“North side taken.”

“East side taken.”

“South side taken.”

“West side taken.”

“Commence operation: Eagle’s wings.”

The tanks formed a circle around the town and instantly began to move inward.

Soldiers walked in the gaps and waited in the back.

Little resistance was found for a while and eventually the tanks had to create 2 circles. They then went deeper in.

Aside form the Swiss soldiers firing rounds out of a pile of rubble no resistance was found.

When the tanks came to the ruined capital building they found hundreds of Swiss peoples and soldiers standing with their hands in the air.

When word reached the rest of the country that Lyss had fallen the Swiss men literally threw down their arms and surrendered.

Switzerland was taken.

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On the Czech republic border tanks and soldiers rolled into the country. It was the day that Antonius men were nearing GE. It was the same day that Czech republic surrendered with virtually no resistance.
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Emperor Bhalk has ordered that the soldiers stop conquering. Assimilation will begin and a new wall shall be put around the new part of the empire. Until it is done men are to seal it off completely.
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…Encrypting…

Official Imperial Communiqué

To: Alexei II
From: Chancellor Licinius

Enemies approach Generia. We urge you to allow us to bring soldiers in to protect your capital. We have increased the men at the military base and are ready to send as many men as possible in to protect you. This coalition of fores wishes to rip power from your hands.

End Transmission

Wirraway

05-11-2004, 23:20

The men ran past him and continued to run. He turned his head and looked at where they had come from. Suddenly one of the last standing buildings collapsed in a shower of debris, smoke, and fire.

“The end is here.”

((OOC: Going to New York. Will finish either tomorrow or tonight.))

A private on the south line of defense looked around at the carnage surrounding him. In the time that Hovanicus had left the remaining men had managed to pile up most of the bodies in front of the trench. But the smell was not pleasant.

The private was making sure his guns were loaded, when he heard a massive crash and boom.

He turned around to see one of the standing buildings come crumbling to the ground. He looked over at the CO and could make out that he was saying something about god abandoning them.

And he had.

Before the private had taken his eyes off the CO the whole strip of trench the Commanders were in exploded in a shower of carnage and dirt.

He grabbed his weapon, but bullets ripped his throat apart.

Tanks were slowly advancing as their smooth borne cannons blew holes in what remained of the trench. Mini-guns were decimating any who jumped out to run, all Swiss men were stuck in the hole.

Only one gun was still operational and when the soldiers started coming it gave them hell. But a couple shells later it was not a problem.

Dinosaurs jumped onto the bodies and put their backs to the carnage. Grenades flew in the hole, followed by a “Hit the deck!”

Another swift round of grenades further served to soften the enemy. When those went off Dinosaurs jumped the carnage and got into the trench themselves.

Guns were swung into lock positions as swords were drawn. The dinosaurs slaughtered every Swiss soldier in the trench.

BMTs drove over the caved in areas with little difficulty and came into position outside of the town. They too shelled the buildings.

On the west and east hundreds of APG2 had been launched, and all the Swiss defenders lay dead. The Borman tanks rolled over their bodies and into range.

“North side taken.”

“East side taken.”

“South side taken.”

“West side taken.”

“Commence operation: Eagle’s wings.”

The tanks formed a circle around the town and instantly began to move inward.

Soldiers walked in the gaps and waited in the back.

Little resistance was found for a while and eventually the tanks had to create 2 circles. They then went deeper in.

Aside form the Swiss soldiers firing rounds out of a pile of rubble no resistance was found.

When the tanks came to the ruined capital building they found hundreds of Swiss peoples and soldiers standing with their hands in the air.

When word reached the rest of the country that Lyss had fallen the Swiss men literally threw down their arms and surrendered.

Switzerland was taken.

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On the Czech republic border tanks and soldiers rolled into the country. It was the day that Antonius men were nearing GE. It was the same day that Czech republic surrendered with virtually no resistance.
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Emperor Bhalk has ordered that the soldiers stop conquering. Assimilation will begin and a new wall shall be put around the new part of the empire. Until it is done men are to seal it off completely.
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…Encrypting…

Official Imperial Communiqué

To: Alexei II
From: Chancellor Licinius

Enemies approach Generia. We urge you to allow us to bring soldiers in to protect your capital. We have increased the men at the military base and are ready to send as many men as possible in to protect you. This coalition of fores wishes to rip power from your hands.

End Transmission

OOC: How could you possibly know that we are arriving?

Generic empire

05-11-2004, 23:28

OOC: How could you possibly know that we are arriving?

((OOC: It's pretty easy to see a big fleet 3 miles from the coast. We're not exactly taking the most subtle approach here. More like slapping somebody in the face with a polish sausage with the words "i'm here to kill you" written on it, than knifing them in the back. Not subtle at all.))

Borman Empire

05-11-2004, 23:33

OOC: LMAO. How did you think of that. And wouldd you mind replying to the communique.

Doomingsland

06-11-2004, 01:45

OOC:OK, when do you guys want me to hit the capital? I have a base right outside, and just typed up a post when my guys move in and assualt it.

Generic empire

06-11-2004, 02:00

OOC:OK, when do you guys want me to hit the capital? I have a base right outside, and just typed up a post when my guys move in and assualt it.

((OOC: Don't assault the capital. I have something i've been planning since the beginning.))

The Island of Rose

06-11-2004, 02:04

((OOC: Do an IC Post already! The suspense is killin me!))

Doomingsland

06-11-2004, 02:48

((OOC: Don't assault the capital. I have something i've been planning since the beginning.))
OOC:C'mon, lemme do something at least, I have a whole division sitting on their doorstep, at least have them assualt the base or something.

Generic empire

06-11-2004, 03:04

OOC:C'mon, lemme do something at least, I have a whole division sitting on their doorstep, at least have them assualt the base or something.

((OOC: Yeah, you can attack when my boys get there. Just leave the White Citadel and Alexei alone.))

Borman Empire

06-11-2004, 23:53

((OOC: Don't assault the capital. I have something i've been planning since the beginning.))

OOC: What!? I have been trying to get my men in so they can attak the capital from the inside. Could I do this? Ill leave the citadel and alexei alone. Just take everything else with Doom.

The Island of Rose

07-11-2004, 00:18

((OOC: I just want some reward. My soldiers'll be there as peacekeepers mostly....))

Wirraway

07-11-2004, 00:55

((OOC: It's pretty easy to see a big fleet 3 miles from the coast. We're not exactly taking the most subtle approach here. More like slapping somebody in the face with a polish sausage with the words "i'm here to kill you" written on it, than knifing them in the back. Not subtle at all.))

OOC: lol, It was directed at Borman not you.

Borman Empire

07-11-2004, 03:37

OOC: lol, It was directed at Borman not you.

OOC: What he said.

Generic empire

07-11-2004, 05:00

OOC: lol, It was directed at Borman not you.

((OOC: yeah, but you asked him how he knew our fleet was coming, and I tihnk I explained it pretty clearly. Fleets aren't exactly difficult to see. They're sort of big, and full of lots of ships.))

Borman Empire

07-11-2004, 15:19

bump

Wirraway

07-11-2004, 23:11

((OOC: yeah, but you asked him how he knew our fleet was coming, and I tihnk I explained it pretty clearly. Fleets aren't exactly difficult to see. They're sort of big, and full of lots of ships.))

OOC: What I meant was that he has no territory bordering where we are landing....I think, so I was confused how he could know we were coming, but whatever, lets get back to the IC.

Borman Empire

07-11-2004, 23:37

OOC: What I meant was that he has no territory bordering where we are landing....I think, so I was confused how he could know we were coming, but whatever, lets get back to the IC.

Actually you would have to go by me to get to him. Plus my satellites could see you. Plus you would have to go through Inkana to get to him, unless you fle ships over to Georgia and launched ff there. I will post my map of Europe in here soon.

The Island of Rose

10-11-2004, 04:20

Bring up this post!

Borman Empire

10-11-2004, 22:56

bump

Generic empire

10-11-2004, 23:49

The wind rushed through his hair as the hovercraft sped towards the shore. A black mask kept the lower half of his face somewhat protected from the sting as he huddled down against the sides of the craft, his XM-8 clutched tightly in his hands. Over the roar of the engines and the whip of the wind came the sergeant’s voice.

“Thirty seconds!”

He bowed his head and said a Hail Mary to himself. Oh, the calm that heralds the storm, oh the silence before the roar of hell’s furies, oh the darkness that penetrates the soul just before the coming of dawn. So it was, calm, dead, dark, silent.

And then the roar as one’s senses catch up to him, that unholy whoosh as the calm is driven away by the force of reality. Here: Generia. Here: war. This was no place for anything but reality.

The door slammed open, the machine guns blazed in the night. He stood, rose to his feet, watched his brothers pour off onto the beach, dart left and right. He saw the heads of two men explode in clouds of red dust. Two more fell to earth as towers of sand shot up from their chests. He lowered his head, clutched his rifle, and charged straight out into hell. He knew before the day was done, he would encounter the furies, and duel in manly contest with them. Should he fail, he would then encounter the Reaper. Should success be his herald, then so would Victoria. Whatever his course, he would make his end be fitting for a great warrior, as the great deeds of man in life were emblazoned forever on the face of eternity.

On the other side, he watched the black crafts come up onto the sands from his nest on the ridge.

“Good God…”

The wind was howling as his men reacted, frantically firing at the assaulting force. It had come quickly, but that excuse would never hold up if they were defeated here. He was no general, but simple a Captain, left in charge of the shore defenses while the usual commander was off in Generia City. Timing was always against man, and here on this beach stood the Captain against the Horde. But he knew to fight, and fight he would here today. History would hold no light for him as he was swept beneath the wave of his adversaries. His memory was meaningless, a worthless token but for those who knew him. Still, no matter how small, in the eyes of the war god all who fought well would be rewarded, and he was no exception.

With this, he clutched the hilt of his saber and said a quick prayer before ripping it from its sheath and pointing at the men that poured over the shores. He let loose a war howl over the thunder.

“Praetorians! Kill them all!”

The guns blazed beneath the rising sun, the red rays as red as the spilt blood on the beach. It mingled with the grains of sand and rushed back to the sea as the waves of man and water stormed forth.

He hit the sand, the bullets burying themselves all about him, his brothers in arms falling as he had, some dead, some seeking cover. He raised his XM-8 towards the ridge where the fire came from and opened up on a machine gun nest. The fire from the nest stopped, and he sprung to his feet and barreled forth, headlong towards the fortifications, the others on either side of him. Victoria moved her holy hand before him, sweeping the bullets aside, saving him from the fate of the others. He was moving faster than they now, leaving them behind as he charged forth, head lowered, shoulder lowered, rifle raised.

He was nearing the ridge now. A gunner spotted this lone figure. The figure raised the rifle and cut him down. He ran. Was it that they did not see him, or were they simply bewildered at the sight of this lone man who had no fear at all and who God himself seemed to shroud with a glow. His feet were carried by a force not of his own.

Upon the ridge he shouted to his men, ordering, haranguing, praising. The guns were blazing now as they should, slicing into the deep ranks as they charged forth. The blood was good to his eyes, soft, red, satisfying. He howled into the wind and the driving spray as it whipped his hair back. But there was a sight. A lone figure had outrun the others but no machine gun could seem to bring him down. God himself ran at the face of this army, and the Captain would see him die by the sword. With every last ounce of air in his lungs he let loose a cry to rival that of the Thundergod himself as he did single combat with giants at Ragnarok. His saber outstretched, he charged forward to meet God in battle, down the ridge, he leapt to the sand and ran forward. Glory would be his companion for eternity.

He saw the saber wielding demon coming for him. Oh the fury that was in his breast that drove forth fear, oh the desire to look the devil in the eyes without blinking. War was upon him and he was lost in haze. He raised his rifle.

He was nearly upon the lone figure, blood in his eyes. He was nearly there, nearly there, upon him. He would end this like a man. The bullets cut into his chest. His eyes grew wide and he continued to run, his legs not sure of whether to stop. Blood trickled from his lips as he stumbled forward. The sand was in front of him now, getting closer, faster, he was upon it, the shroud was upon him. Gone.

He lowered the rifle, glee in his soul driven away as he felt his legs disappear. Hot white light in his head, a dampness all about his knees. There was nothing there, his instruments of motion gone behind him, the momentum of his headlong charge carrying him forward a few feet before the legless deity found heaven in the sand that blocked his nose and eyes. Fallen.

The horde triumphed that day, but at great cost. The small seaside port town of Gregorad fell under their banner, as the corpses stank on the beach. The Imperial garrison was decimated, and fled. Despite their losses, the loyalists played it as a great victory, and the first step in regaining what was theirs.

Borman Empire

11-11-2004, 01:28

Official Imperial Communique

To: Alexei II
From: Chancellor Licinius

They are upon you. These beasts seek to rip away what is yours. Please. We beg you to allow us to send men to your capital. Our armies are mad with blood rage. We beg of you to allow us to help protect you.

End Transmission

Mauiwowee

11-11-2004, 05:22

intercepted radio message from the fighter Burnin'

"Get 'em boys!" said Major Li.

The invasion had begun. "The Horde" as the troops had taken to calling themselves were landing in waves, just before dawn, over 200,000 of them between GE, TIOR, Wirraway and Mauiwowee. And Major Li's fighter group had been given the distinct honor of providing the air cover.

"Fry 'em!" said major Li as he and his squads flew in at tree top level laying a stream of Napalm on the resisting forces.

(OOC: ever see the movie "Red Dawn?" If so, remember the battlefield scene where the planes fly in low and fast and lay a stream of Napalm on the enemy tanks? That's what is happening to those trying to defend the beach from us)

"Watch for Patriot's men, They're not helpless, but it looks like they are more worried about our boys on the beach and Whatttt the Fu...sonnofabitch, look at that guy go, he's gonna get tanked all by himself out there, I'll be damned, another Sgt. York. And . . . Uh-oh, anti-ship missile battery, 4 O'Clock - take 'em" - The missiles were away.

Later, on the Carrier Wattahead

"Capt. Lestat, the beach is secure and the ships are offloading supplies, APV's etc." said the XO. "But I have the official casualty reports and I thought you'd like to know before we transmit them to General Ripper back in Mauiwowee."

"Thanks, I appreciate that. What have we got?"

"11 of the planes are down, crews presumed lost since they were flying so low that ejection would do no good - to close to the ground to safely 'chute in after an ejection. 4 of the choppers covering the troops as they landed on the beach are down, only one chopper crewman is dead though. The rest were picked up. Close to 1,800 ground force soldiers dead. We had the largest ground force with over 100,000 so we took the most casualties. Another 2,000 or so wounded and being cared for and are unfit for further combat duties at this time. The Battleship Grassy took a missile to her bow and is in pretty bad shape. They only lost 5 people though. The Destroyer Krispy Kreme took a missile to the con though and has been evacuated completely. She is still afloat, and may serve as a diversionary target, but she is useless to us now. About 50 men lost it there. I'm still waiting to here about a few other ships."

"Thank you sailor, I'll send the report to General Ripper. We're in though. The usurper's days are numbered. Stand down to Alert stage orange. But keep the observations planes in the air. I want to know immediately if someone moves towards us on the beach or tries to come in behind. Check with the subs, see if they have any intel. we need to know about too."

OOC: OK? ya' want my guys at the air base "in country" to do anything? We've got some intell. on the Usurper.

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