NationStates Jolt Archive

A sigh. "Damn... the Generians went in alone. We only had 10 casualties." General Alexander Alexeivich. "Oy..."

He was standing on the coast, on top of a T-90... of course. The T-90 was a favorite of his. He always had this thing for Soviet Armor. Especially if it had a smoothbore cannon sticking out of it. But you know, the Rosian Army wasn't the best, but it sure as hell could put up a fight.

A messanger arrived. "General, new orders from Antonious." He took out a white envelope with the seal of the Island, a rose.

Alexander opened the envelope, the order?

To General Alexander Alexeivich of the 101st Rosian Division:
From Emporer Antonious I:

You are to take the bases around Generia City. You are to secure and hold off any rogue soldiers that try to take the base. Use any means.

Alexander sighed. "Time to do our part, messanger, tell the commanders to move out towards Generia, we'll take the bases from there and give the Coalition an easier path, move out!"

And so the tank, and most of the 101st Division moved out. And as they moved out, the supply line would get longer and longer... until they arrived to the first base on the countryside, about 1/3 away from Gregorad, 2/3 away from Generia City. The assualt would begin.

Of course his commanders were reluctant. "But sir." one said. "Alexander, if we fail we'll lose one of the best Divisions in the entire Rosian Army."

Alexander chuckled. "Victor, being a General is about risks, not being safe. Now come on, begin the assault."

The commander nodded reluctantly, and of course the rest were ready to go.

The base was huge. AA, men, pretty big, but it was expected of Generians. The attack would begin in a few hours, the grunts were nervous.

"Wow." one said. "Today, we fight. Today we see if that training is gonna work."

His Sergeant chuckled. "Son, I want you to go out there and just do your job. Don't think of death. I'm sure you'll go to heaven anyway."

Another Private rolled his eyes. "I'm an athiest." he said.

The Sergeant of course got upset. "Then you Private are a dumbass."

The rest of the squad chuckled. Rosians were always humorous at the face of death. A Rosian is a mix of European and Eastern culture, it is kind of hard to explain. Doing so would require an encyclopedia, so we'll leave at that.

The assualt force was readied, the first Generian fort was to fall to Rosian hands. The 155mm Howitzers (about 7) and the SMERCHs (about 2) were set up outside the fort, standard artillery distance of course.

The Privates, Sergeants, Captains. All would aid on the attack.... the first shell.

Boom! Clack. Pop. Boom! was the sound of the Howitzer.

Woosh! Woosh! Woosh! was the sound of the SMERCH.

And the scary thing is, this was preliminary. Now, it was up to the Generians to surrender, or die.

((OOC: I hope the post is acceptable Generic. Also, RP your men falling to OUR GRAND ROSIAN ARMY :P))

((OOC: Yes but...Arrr.))

Captain Adrius Meridius pressed himself closer to the ground and clutched his hands to the back of his head. The clouds of fire exploded into the sky all about him and the thunderous roar split his ears. He struggled to his feet, and stumbled about. He heard nothing and everything seemed to be moving so slowly. The Earth shook and he was thrown to the ground again. He crawled forward, towards a ruined building, and took shelter under an awning. He reached to his belt and removed a desert eage, as his XM-8 lay several hundred yards away where it had been thrown as he was blown off his feet by a nearby artillery explosion.

Men scrambled across the yard as the shells fell. He watched a man sprinting for cover have the lower half of his body severed clean away. The man, still alive, stared blankly at the empty space where his legs had been. Another stumbled about holding his severed arm in one hand, bleeding all over the ground as he searched for his missing foot.

His senses returned to him in a flood of sensation. He got to his feet, changed the clip in his pistol, and ran out into the center of the base. He fired into the air, and called at the top of his lungs.

"Praetorians! Why do you run like dogs? Stand and die like men!"

Some heeded his call, and came from their cover as the shells continued to fall. They gathered about the Captain, weapons in hand. Then, as suddenly as it had begun, the shells stopped falling. The Captain drew his saber and thrust it in the direction of the main gate.

"There! They are coming! Prepare to meet them like the warriors you are! God will look favorably upon your deeds this day, and by nightfall, we shall all be feasting togethor in heaven! Let them come!"

The Praetorians roared at the Captain's bold words. The soldiers waited as the Rosian army approached the gates. Two Praetorians stood on either side of the large iron door. The Captain signalled and they threw it open. The Praetorians charged the Rosians, firing wildly with their rifles. They cast aside the guns, and drew steel as they neared the Rosians.

Yelling like wild beasts, they leapt at their enemies colliding with a great crash. The sabers sung sweetly as they hacked away at their eneies, fighting and dieing like Generians.

Captain Meridius found himself uncircled, fighting like a caged beast, hacking left and right to fend off the hordes of his enemies. Heads rolled and blood stained his uniform. As they began to overrun him, he screamed with all the air left in his lungs.

"Bear witness!"

A white hot pain in his back as the steel slid into him. Then another as a second blade pierced his stomach, and a third as the steel penetrated his throat. His eyes bulged as he went under, the last of his life dripping away onto that cold earth.

The garrison fought well, and with courage, and died to the last man because of it.

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The battle was over. Casualties? 700 dead, 50 wounded. It was a good operation, particularly because of the heavy artillery bombardment. But it was too much for General Alexander Alexeivich, he need all the men he could get.

"Damn it!" These were the first words to come out of his mouth. He started arriving towards the dead rotting fort on his trademark T-90. He sighed. "750 casualties? Blast, we could've done better. I will make sure of it."

The T-90s started entering the general area of the base. Soldiers came along with them to pick up the mess. Now they had a new mission, clean up the fort. Even though all the Generians were dead, the Rosians didn't know that. And so, armed with RAR-1As, they started busting in to all the rooms that survived.

Meanwhile other soldiers were picking up the rubble and blood, that stenching blood. That red blood, the guts and other masses of flesh. But of course, not everything was doom and gloom. On the contrary, there was celebration everywhere. Tommorow New Rose Times would here of the victory and Rosian Nationalism would swell.

And then a special event. The flag of Generia was taken down and it was replaced by the glorious Rosian flag. That little red flag with the Rose and dollar sign. And of course the symbol of communism, the hammer and sickle. It waved proudly above the fort. And it wouldn't be their last victory either.

A room, three important gentlemen. General Alexander Alexeivich, Brigadeer General Gary Grossenstein, and Brigadeer General Victor Folswell. A Rosian Brigade contains 10,000 men, a Rosian Division contains 20,000.

"I assume you know why we're here gentlemen." said Alexander. "We decide, do we leave the fort or wait for the Coalition? I will give you my sincere opinion. I suggest that we wait, we cannot go with tired men, and I can risk stretching the line, but this would be too much."

Gary slammed his fist down. "Sir with all due respect! The enemy will have time to prepare, we must strike now!"

"Sure we'll be victorious, but we'll lose more men, more supplies. We must wait until the full force arrives at the fort." Victor said as he interceded.

"I didn't say to wait for everybody. I said we wait until supply lines can be established." Alexander replied.

Victor interfered. "Alexander, we'll need all the help we can get. Who knows how many men the next fort has. Hell, we can win it without casualties just with a show of force!"

Gary growled. "Victor you idealistic bastard. You think Alexei will want to give up a fort that is right outside his capital?"

Alexander chuckled. "No, but the commander will. Then again, Generians have that thing we like to call nationalism."

Victor sighed. "So then what do you suggest oh great General Alexander?" he said in such a sarcastic tone.

Alexander grinned. "We wait for Antonious's order. He is the Commander in Chief here."

The two Brigadeers groaned, and so they would wait. But for now, they went off to manage their Brigades. But first, a message!

From General Alexander Alexeivich-To Antonious I:

We have captured one of the two bases required to take over Generia City.
We request you give the next order of the operation. For now, we are the
fort with the Rosian flag. You may call us, Fort Alexeivich. Anyway, we will
wait until supply lines are established or until the next order. Our casualties
maintained are 750. Good day.
-General Alexander Alexeivich of the 101st Rosian Division

Communique

To: General Alexeivich
From: Emperor Antonius

You have my permission to proceed with the operation. We hope to be able to reach the capital before Alexei's forces have time to react, therefore you will have to hit now. If you succeed, we will be able to move on Generia City by the end of the week.

Emperor Antonius I

From General Alexander Alexeivich-To Antonious I:

All we need is the promise that the supply line will be held. Please, we can
strike, we just need food to hold out.
-General Alexander Alexeivich of The 101st Rosian Division

((OOC: You can RP moving into the comfy fort :D :p))

Near the Town of Braila, 1800 Hours

The armored transports rumbled over the plains as the pillars of smoke rose in the distance. The emblem of the 63rd Imperial Praetorian Guards was emblazoned on the side of each APC. This unit was among those who had returned to their homeland to support Alexei in his bid to regain power. The unit had been sent to probe the area around the town of Braila to make sure that the drive to Generia City would not be hindered by a flanking assault.

The transports crawled into the fields outside of the town. They were deserted. Most of the populace was probably at home enjoying the evening, unaware of the approaching patrol. Or so it seemed.

A dark figure popped up over the stalks of wheat and a white trail streaked towards one of the transports. The armored vehicle exploded in a pillar of fire as the HEAT round pierced the armor and made short work of the internal workings, passengers, and crew.

Another streak came from a different direction, and slammed into another carrier. The flames climbed high into the night. The doors to the APCs opened, and squads of Praetorians poured out into the field. More figures appeared overtop the wheat. Gunfire erupted and the loyalists fell, ripped apart by hot lead.

The fire started and stopped sporadically, as the loyalists scrambled about for cover. Suddenly, fountains of earth began to explode into the sky, mingling with red dust and severed limbs. The loyalists had not only wandered into an ambush, but also a deadly minefield.

The Praetorians piled back into the APCs to seek shelter, and withdraw. An officer got on the radio to contact Antonius’s military command.

“This is Bravo 17, HQ, do you copy? Repeat this is Bravo 17, you copy, over?”

“Roger Bravo 17, this is HQ, what is your status?”

“We hit a major ambush and were forced to withdraw. Area is Braila. Lost 2 APCs and about fourty of our boys. Requesting permission for a permanent withdrawal.”

There was a short silence on the other end.

“Uh, that’s a negative, Bravo 17. Your orders are to return to your previous route and take that town.”

“What? Repeat that HQ?”

“I repeat, your orders are to assault and capture the town of Braila to deny the enemy an obvious route of attack.”

“Sir, we do not have the men to accomplish this mission.”

“Your orders stand soldier. Just get in there and do your job. Over and out.”

“Fuck.”

The 7 APCs turned around, and headed towards the dirt road that led into the town of Braila. They rumbles down the muddy track in the dark. It was quiet. There was no more sporadic enemy fire for the time being. Only the sound of the breeze coming over the hills and across the fields.

The APCs entered the street. Nothing. The Praetorians in the back checked their ammo and waited for what they knew was inevitable. It came. A screech, a white trail, a fiery explosion in the night. The ramps slammed into the earth and the soldiers poured out, scrambling towards cover in shops and houses.

Gunfire exploded from windows, as the APC gunners returned what they could. Sergeant Mikhail Ilsikov crouched with his back against the wall next to the window inside a bakery. He took a deep breath and stood up. He smashed the pane of glass with his rifle, and unloaded into a window across the street, where an enemy soldier fired at the APCs.

He ducked again, and ran out of the building, and along the outside wall. Two of his men knelt over a corpse on the street corner, firing rapidly in all directions. He ran up to them. One of the men spoke in between bursts.

“It’s Ivan. Caught one trying to cross the street.”

There was a sharp crack, and the man fell to the ground, his head a canoe, the blood staining the concrete. Mikhail and the other man dived into an alley.

“Sniper in the house across the street.”

Mikhail pulled a grenade from his belt, pulled the pin, and rolled out into the street. He hurled the bomb with all his strength at the building. The arc was off. It looked as if it would fall to the street harmlessly, but instead it detonated directly in front of the window. Shards of glass and shrapnel embedded themselves in the sniper’s face.

The sergeant and the other man ran across the street into another empty building. The sounds of battle came elsewhere from the city as the men caught their breath. The town had recently been garrisoned by the 9th Imperial Praeotorian Guard, a group of Alexei’s loyal soldiers. Antonius’s men, though they did not know it, were outnumbered nearly 10 to one. These were odds they could not beat.

Still, the battle continued throughout the night. The loyalists held out, and even managed to gain ground, capturing several blocks, up to the bridge that led across the river that divided the city. They then realized that they could go no further without facing complete annihilation. The enemy was dug in too deep. They would wait, and hold off for as long as they could until reinforcements could arrive.

That same room where the argument broke out? Well, it would be the room where Alexander would issue yet another order. "Sir!" said a messanger. "Generian forces on our flank are about to break. They say if we lose the flank, we'll lose our opportunity to strike the capital."

Alexander pondered for a minute. He grinned. "Move 10 of our RAH-1s (Hinds) and tell them to attack every single building in that town."

The messanger nodded and gave him the the standard Rosian salute. A beat on the chest with his fisted right hand. "Yes sir."

After a few minutes, the pilots and gunners inside their RAH-1s were prepped up and ready to go. Alexander would send a brigade, but why be stupid? The RAH-1s took off and headed towards the town. Not to say that there was some chatter about.

Leader Robert Gregorian, he would be leading the assualt and he was the pilot of his RAH-1. "Okay gentlemen, our mission? To blow up everything to hell."

Resident smartass, Gene Faloo, a black man in the Rosian Army. "Really nigga? Guess what, I know that! But why exactly do I have to blow, oh. Yeah I see it on my HUD." The gunner for Robert.

Semi-racist Michael Rommel. "Heh you black people, always assuming things." Vice-Leader and pilot.

"Hey!" said Alberto Gonzalez. "Hey che, you still owe me 5 Roses." Did I mention this is the gunner?

This was the famous RAH-10. 10 RAH-1s, the best pilots and gunners in the 101 and possibly the Rosian Armed Forces.

After a half hour of flying around, they spotted the embattled town.

"Holy shit!" said Gene Faloo. "Nigga, if I die today Imma kill you!"

Robert chuckled. "Don't worry. We're gonna take out all this crappy shit. This is RAH-10 to Coalition Forces, get down! We're blowing up these enemy forces and possibly the buildings too. I repeat get down!"

Gene chuckled and launched a missile towards one of the enemy buildings far away. "Eat that nigga!"

The RAH-1s then proceeded to target enemy soldiers with their chainguns.

From General Alexander Alexeivich-To Coalition Forces in Braila:

If you may have noticed, we sent 10 RAH-1s toward your position. I am
prepared to send an entire Brigade or all of our air support. Either way, tell
us of your situation in detail.
-General Alexander Alexeivich of The 101st Rosian Division

OOC:
G**FU***NGDAM**IT. I just spend an hour writing a reply RP to everything, but the frickin' net/forum ate it. Excuse me but I'm pissed off! to say the least.

GE, TIOR, Someone tell me someting I can react to or should do, the basic thrust of the RP that got eaten was that my airbase commander in GE had received no info. and was atttacking Borman's forces that were setting up to defend the capital. Since I took losses making sure the beach was secured, surely I deserve info. on what you want me to do next. F......! the net.

((OOC: Well basically. Generia is getting fucked up at the flank of the base I took. You need to help me out at that flank. :D))

OOC:
G**FU***NGDAM**IT. I just spend an hour writing a reply RP to everything, but the frickin' net/forum ate it. Excuse me but I'm pissed off! to say the least.

GE, TIOR, Someone tell me someting I can react to or should do, the basic thrust of the RP that got eaten was that my airbase commander in GE had received no info. and was atttacking Borman's forces that were setting up to defend the capital. Since I took losses making sure the beach was secured, surely I deserve info. on what you want me to do next. F......! the net.

((OOC: So you didn't save it anywhere? Damn shame. That happened to me a couple of times. I wrote these brilliant posts, and then I accidentally deleted them. Oh well. Basically, Antonius's loyalist forces are heading to the capital, but there's a town to the north of where we landed that's giving some heavy resistance, and if it isn't taken, Alexei's forces can cut our supply lines and annihalate our flank.))

OOC:Can I hit the capital now?

OOC:Can I hit the capital now?

((OOC: No.))

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By whatever sheer stroke of luck god had dealt them (Referring to the post getting deleted) Borman soldiers were unhampered in their efforts to fortify both the base and city. The protections were immense and hard to penatrate. To enter the base or city one would have to progress through several tiers of defense.

1.)Long trenches with weak wood and pulled up grass covering them and mines scattered throughout the trenches.

2.)One large completly circling trench filled with water.

3.)Another trench of the same type, without water.

4.)fields of mines

5.) A series of trenches holding automatic guns and basic gnner robots (Us has 'em). The trenches are also rigged to blow

6.)Another field of mines.

7.)Series of trenches that are rigged to blow and hold Borman and rebel soldiers.

8.)A sandbag wall with steel poles with sharpened tips protruding. Barbed wire on top. Guns mounted in various locations.

9.)A series of booby traps, machine guns nests, and bunkers.

10.)Another mirror image of the first sandbag wall. This one had guns mounted behind the wall, so as not to interfere with the barbed wire, every 10 or 20 ft.

11.) The city, it has machine gun nests and brick walls all over. It is designed to force the invading forces to take one path and allow the city to fall in sections.

There are 'safe areas' of each ring to allow supplies and reinforcements to enter the city. THe areas are of opposite ends of the ones before. Ex: The safe area for the 1st ring would be facing north while the 2nd's was facing south.

OOC: A request. If and when you do attack the capital, dont RP hitting my men untill I reply. Just RP up to the 6th level of defense. By that tiem it would be impossible that my men didn't have a chance to react.

At the Mauiwoweean Airbase in GE

"Col. Klive, the Usurper's force's are in position to cut off the supply line to the troops advancing on the capitol. They're fortified in that little town to the north of where our boys came ashore. They're ready to fight, but they won't expect an ariel assualt from their rear. Let our guys know what's coming so they can be ready to overwhelm them on the ground, We're currently cut off and asking for hell on this base, so have security ready to defend us. If need be, some of our guys can land on one of the carriers at sea, but I'd rather have them back here. Let's take the bastards out and ensure our guys get here safely. Understand? Good, that's all, you know what to do." With that, General Kharloff sat back in his chair and thought, "cut off, ignored by the usurper, but still in enemy territory. A full wing plus at his disposal, but damned if he could repel a land based force for long, The guys better get here quick or his ass was done for."

On the bomber Alicia

"Major Khone, we'll be over the target in just a minute or so, but he flak is picking up. They've spotted us and know what we're up to."

"It's OK airman, that means we've divided their forces, they're defending from invaders and also from the enemy within - us! arm the bombs, we're gonna make Dresden look like a day at Disneyland, notify the wing they are free to bomb anything that looks suspcisious."

On the fighter jet, A-Dare

"Boys, take 'em out!!"

With that the ariel assualt on the usurper's troops began. The supply line to the troops at the front would be protected or the dedicated pilots from Mauiwowee's base in Generia would die trying. Three B-52 Stratofortresses began to unleash hundreds of "bunker buster" and incindiary bombs on the encampment while, in waves of 5 at a time, some 70, Raptor 23A stealth fighters came in low for the close up kills. NAVRAM's were loosed with an unrelentlas fury on the encampment of the enemy. Machine guns fired hundreds of rounds a second at the entrenched forces. Artillery batteries, tanks and APV's were hammered. The supply line would remain open and secure.

back at the Mauiwowee Airbase in GE

Sitting at his desk, Gen. Kharloff listened to the gunfire and explosions in the distance. He prayed "Let me know if we did it, before I die." was all he said out loud. But he thought, he thought hard about how he had evaded the usurper's "radar" till now. Maybe it would be better if he died before the king knew all that he had done. He thought about his long career, the things that had guided him to success. He thought about the men in his command and he thought about how he had achieved his command and again, his thoughts turned to his secret relationship with the usurper. He had to be crazy, had to have a real need, he had slept on his toes, and when upon the streets, he'd clearly been able to pick out the easy meat with his eyes closed. Then, moving in silently, downwind and out of sight, he'd had to strike when the moment was right without out thinking. And after a while, He'd worked on points for style, like the club tie, the firm hand shake, sudden look in his eye, -n- easy smile. He had been trusted, by the people that he lied to, and when they they turned their back him he'd got the chance to put the knife in. He was a dog, unworthy of anyone's trust, unworthy to lead, "Please" he begged the great god Ganja "Let this knife be one that finds favor in your eyes. I'm tired of running, looking over my shoulder, it getting harder, harder, as I grow older. I don't want to pack up, fly down south and hide my head in the sand though, just another sad old man, all alone and dying. Let this be my last command orders and let them be my greatest. Save my countrymen and those of our friends. Bless our pilots with skill and luck."

OOC: Im not in position to cut off supply lines. Im in the capitol and my military base. I doubt you could get many if any planes near either one.

OOC: Im not in position to cut off supply lines. Im in the capitol and my military base. I doubt you could get many if any planes near either one.

Oh, I thought you were down on the flank threatening the supply lines as well, I'll edit that post to take you out of it then.

OOC: Ok

((OOC: Alright, major fast forwarding needs to occur right now. I want this over and done with so I can get on to bigger, badder things.))

And so it came like a flood, the great armies of the loyalists and the foreigners. Antonius had effectively seized a foothold with the invasion and the subsequent push westward. Across the plains, on the shores, in the streets of Generia they dueled, the armies fanatical in loyalty to whomever it was they served.

With the aid of Mauiwowee soldiers, the loyalists laid siege first to Port Belgrade and her garrison. The nights, the long nights with the bitter cold of the air broken by the heat of the explosive rounds and the muzzles of artillery guns, shelling the city to rubble. They charged on the morning of the third day, the brave men of both nations, doing epic battle side by side to wrench the Port from the claws of the usurper’s army. The streets ran red that evening as the Generian flag flew proudly over the city, smoke rising up over the buildings, alabaster charred from intense heat.

With the fall of the port, the loyalists had a new vein from which to bring men and arms. The reinforced army, a new sense of national loyalty with this victory, prepared to move to the capital. While the government sweated in Generia City, the great army of Antonius marched onwards.

Popular support for Alexei was falling like a brick. He was being beaten like an unwanted stepchild. The blood of many Praetorians was now staining the grass of Generia. However, the usurper was far too drunk and busy gorging himself to take note at his rapidly declining fortune. Chancellor Rubellai begged and pleaded with him to understand the direness of the situation, but it was indeed in vain. The Chancellor, fearing for his own safety, fled to Sofia to take shelter and wait out the war.

So it came that Antonius reached the gleaming walls of Generia City. No shell would fall here, no incendiary bomb would unleash its blazing contents. This was the citadel of all citadels in the Empire, the holy grail. It would be taken as pure as it had been found, pried from the paws of the defilers.

The garrison of the city, former loyalists to Alexei, had mostly deserted. They knew what fate had in store for them. The oracle had told all. So the armies of Antonius entered with little resistence, until they came to the gates of the White Citadel. There waited the fierce White Guard. They would die like frenzied demons, as they had been bred to do, for whomever they served in the palace.

The armies moved to face each other, the gates swung open. They faced each other there in the streets outside of the citadel. The charge let out such a clamor as God himself would have covered his ears. They fought bitterly and with little restraint and no quarter. As they hacked into each others lines, there came a sight glorious in nature. Antonius himself had ridden to battle in the rear of an armored car. He now stepped from the iron cage, saber in hand, to duel personally with those who had replaced him.

A beam from heaven illuminated his steel expression as he charged the lines, loyal Praetorians by his side. The fury let loose upon the White Guard, spilling blood upon his own stone streets.

The Guard fought to the last man, refusing all surrender or offer of quarter. The corpses stacked and stinking, left to rot in the streets as they awaited burial. Antonius led his men through the gate and into the White Citadel. They charged the steps of the Imperial Palace in a stunning display of courage, battered and bloodstained.

Through the building they rampaged, to the throne room coming with full warcry to face the evildoer who now cowered behind his throne. Antonius stepped forward, the stern look of the king engraved on his face. He found the coward, drunk and sobbing, begging for the mercy of the true lord of Generia. The lord raised his steel and brought it down, lopping the head of the usurper clean off. It landed on the floor with a thud and rolled into the center of the room, leaving a trail of blood.

Silence was law at this moment. They had achieved that which they had come to do. Antonius made his way to the balcony that overlooked the street. His army stood before the palace, if not inside it. The Emperor raised his bloody saber and let forth a great howl

“For Generia!”

“For God!”

The army relished the cry, firing into the air and waving the glistening steel under the clear blue of the skies. It was done. Order had returned to Generia.

(mind if I join in?)

(My forces consist of four Panzer Divisons sporting Leopard II A5 and A6 models and several 155 Self Propelled Howitzers, and Humvees with surface to air, and .50 caliber and MG-42s. Aswell as 25,000 troops, (the 6th Army and elements of the Specials divison.) Aswell as 10 MIG-29s(these will come from Verstummelung airbase's, and will be refuled in the air to cover the distance.)

(Which side is losing, and I sorta need an update on whats going on.)

It was a cold night at Verstummelung's southern most airbase, the Leopard 2's and their support vehicals, as were the Howitzers being loaded onto their transport planes. A colonel in a black leather trench coat with a black officers hat, with a silver condon in a symbolic pose just above the black vynal visor. He walked up to the group of tank commanders, and platoon leaders.

"The Fuhur himself has asked for us to be prepared to participate in the war raging in Generia, it is a chance for us to show the world are military strength. As the war progresses, new vehicals and such will be supplyed to you. All armored vehicals will arrive at point Beta, after which the 6th Army infantry division will meet up with Panzer divisions four, and twelve. The Specials divison will be commanding the Panzer divisions, fallowing this move into the country, Crack panzer divisions will arrive with our new Tiger III tanks, hopefully we will not need them, however if the need arises or the war is too far along we will pull the troops and equipment out of the country. Questions?"

A man hopped off a Leopard II covered in forest camo netting, he wore camoflauge, and an olive green trench coat. He wore an M-42 Steel helmet and had Mac-10 Uzi strapped to his hip. He said quickly, "One question, what do we do about prisoners?"

The Colonel turned and looked at the Leopard Commander. "You are apart of the 4th Panzer division, tanks don't take prisoners. The side we fight for in this war will be responsable for prisoners. Yet as it stands Verstummelung will take no prisoners, unless they offer valuble information." Another person raised his hand, "What if any of Verstummelungs persons are captured." The Colonel looked down and then to the man asking the question. "All captured vehicals are to be destroyed to the point they are un-useable. And all persons who are captured, will be taken back from the enemy, by force. We do not leave our own behind. And we never surrender, to the last man we fight."

(OOC: Well, looks like I'm a bit late. Dammnit.)

In the few hours before dawn, a radio-men came down the stair-well and handed a note to the waiting Colonel. It read, "war ended, forces stand down." He crunched the note and threw it to the ground. "GOD DAMNIT!" He yelled as the troops, and vehicals would begin to unload.

And with that, the airbase...grew quiet.

((OOC: Alright, major fast forwarding needs to occur right now. I want this over and done with so I can get on to bigger, badder things.))

And so it came like a flood, the great armies of the loyalists and the foreigners. Antonius had effectively seized a foothold with the invasion and the subsequent push westward. Across the plains, on the shores, in the streets of Generia they dueled, the armies fanatical in loyalty to whomever it was they served.

With the aid of Mauiwowee soldiers, the loyalists laid siege first to Port Belgrade and her garrison. The nights, the long nights with the bitter cold of the air broken by the heat of the explosive rounds and the muzzles of artillery guns, shelling the city to rubble. They charged on the morning of the third day, the brave men of both nations, doing epic battle side by side to wrench the Port from the claws of the usurper’s army. The streets ran red that evening as the Generian flag flew proudly over the city, smoke rising up over the buildings, alabaster charred from intense heat.

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IC:
On board the Mauiwowee Carrier Shroom

The men were in full dress uniforms. Over 1,400 of them lined the carrier's deck for the ceremony. In the most precise of military traditions it began, the ship's speakers blared the national anthem of Mauiwowee and Generia in that order. Captain Tyne approached the assembled crew and saluted, then he turned to the "guests of honor" and spoke.

"Gentlemen, there is no way words can express our congratulations to you and so I won't use words, let my actions show you what we think of you in Mauiwowee."

Approaching the soldiers, sailors and airmen on the deck, with his XO close behind, a large wooden case in his hand, Captain Tyne said:

"To the soldiers of Generia, on behalf of King 'Lude II of Mauiwowee and General Jack T. Ripper, our Military Chief of Staff, and myself, we present you with the Mauiwoweean Silver Diamond. Wear it with pride for this victory over those who would take your country away." With that, the Captain pinned the medal on some 135 Generian soldiers that had distinguished themselves in combat. 17 had crossed hemp leaves, an honor seen only for the bravest, most fearless and dedicated for duty.

"To the sailors of Generia, on board the Black Sea and her sisters, on behalf of King 'Lude II of Mauiwowee and General Jack T. Ripper, our Military Chief of Staff, and myself, we present you with the Mauiwoweean Naval Spear. You have sailed the 7 seas and proven your worth to Poseidon. Wear the cross with pride for this victory over those who would take your country away and for those that have entered Davey Jone's Locker on the behalf of us all. The Sea is a harsh mistress, you have tamed her and used her power to tame the land." With that, the Captain pinned the medal on some 67 Generian sailors that had distinguished themselves in combat. Again, 4 had crossed hemp leaves, an honor rarely seen in Mauiwowee alone, let alone forgeign troops.

"Finally, to the Airmen of Generia, behalf of King 'Lude II of Mauiwowee and General Jack T. Ripper, our Military Chief of Staff, and myself, we present you with the Mauiwoweean Flying Leaf. Wear it proudly. This victory over those who would take your country is a time to be recalled by you and your squadrons. The Usurper is gone, you paved the way." With that, the Captain pinned the medal on some 82 Generian pilots that had distinguished themselves in combat. Remarkably, all 82 had crossed hemp leaves, in recognition of the pilot's efforts in ensuring that all the ground forces made it in to take control.

Captain Tyne saluted the Generian forces and then "Taps" was played for the lost on all sides. When the soleful trumpet solo ended, Captain Tyne turned to the assembly and said "The rum's on the king tonight!!" the men cheered and the party began as peace settled over the Generic Empire.

((Aftermath thread:

http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=7514903#post7514903 ))

OOC: Ok, so I go babysit and you pay no heed to my men or defences. Fine. Ill just RP what REALLY happened.

IC:
borman soldiers marched around in the trenches encircling the capital. Soon the armies would be here, and it was all that the usurper's men could talk about. Then they came.

Explosions went off as an enemy began to come through the defences. But after a few lives had lost the course of the armies changed. This army of Antonius' was taking the only safe path through the defences, it was not known how they knew where to go.

Usurper soldiers began to open up with sniper rifles and soem began to trun away.

"Hold the line!"

The enemies continued through the safe area in the defences unscathed. The nervous fingers of the snipers were no aid to their poor skill.

And then they began to come in range.

"Ready! Ready! GO!"

Soldiers held thier XM8s. When they heard the word their guns immediatly flew to their backs as they drew steel. The dinosaurs began to slash at what remained of the usurpers army. The charge of Antonius' men began to slow as they saw Borman soldiers slaying their own allies.

"Why has Boran turned?"

"You ddi not know. But Borman was with us all along. They told us how to get past the defences."

"Well they're gettign all the glory!"

"Your letting them!"

And with that the flood charged and slammed into the ranks of whatever enemy soldeirs were left.

There was no time for meeting and saying hello. Battle was here. Borman soldiers quickly joined rank with the men of Antonius and followed them into battle.

...What GE said...

After the hard battle, and not recieving medals from Mauiwowee and crying over it, the Borman soldiers began to head home.

OOC: I guess I can unsubscribe from this now.

OOC:And finnaly I do something...

Fort Smith, Outside of Generia City

General Ross stood up as the lights went on in his office. He had finished his conversation with the emperor, and had his orders: take and hold Generia city, await reinforcements from coalition forces.

The base alarm went off, and men scrambled to man their vehicles. Orders were transmitted to their HUD systems. Infantry piled into Legionnarie Fighting Vehicles, Imperator tanks drove out of the gates, and howitzers began fireing on known strongpoints.

A total of 6,000 infantry rode in Legionnaries or HMMWVs along side the mighty Imperators, and entered the capital. Infantry rushed into buildings and established strongpoints. Artillery rained down on enemy positions.

M11 ADVs took care of enemy aircraft, making use of their 25mm gattling guns and stinger missile pods, while Imperators were able to hold off enemy ATGMs with their point defence systems.

The lead armored thrust was lead by Lt.Franchi, who was a veteran of just about every other Generian civil war or uprising.

This is Iron Six, closing in on enemy main body, break.

Copy that Iron Six, you are cleared to engage.

The lieutenant's Imperator shook as the massive 145mm thermo-electric gun roared, and flew down the street, into a Generian roadblock. Infantry were advancing behind him, using the MBT as cover. The remote .50 caliber gattling gun on the roof of the tank was peppering away at some hostile soldiers attempting to run across the street, chopping them to pieces. Suddenly, an RPG flew from a nearby building, and hit the side of the tank. The gunner would be shocked to find that the round had bounced off. The men marching behind immediatly opened fire on the window...

OOC:GE, want to RP this fight out?

OOC:GE, want to RP this fight out?

((OOC: Sure, but i'm gonna go eat now, so let's finish in a bit.))

OOC:And finnaly I do something...

Fort Smith, Outside of Generia City

General Ross stood up as the lights went on in his office. He had finished his conversation with the emperor, and had his orders: take and hold Generia city, await reinforcements from coalition forces.

The base alarm went off, and men scrambled to man their vehicles. Orders were transmitted to their HUD systems. Infantry piled into Legionnarie Fighting Vehicles, Imperator tanks drove out of the gates, and howitzers began fireing on known strongpoints.

A total of 6,000 infantry rode in Legionnaries or HMMWVs along side the mighty Imperators, and entered the capital. Infantry rushed into buildings and established strongpoints. Artillery rained down on enemy positions.

M11 ADVs took care of enemy aircraft, making use of their 25mm gattling guns and stinger missile pods, while Imperators were able to hold off enemy ATGMs with their point defence systems.

The lead armored thrust was lead by Lt.Franchi, who was a veteran of just about every other Generian civil war or uprising.

This is Iron Six, closing in on enemy main body, break.

Copy that Iron Six, you are cleared to engage.

The lieutenant's Imperator shook as the massive 145mm thermo-electric gun roared, and flew down the street, into a Generian roadblock. Infantry were advancing behind him, using the MBT as cover. The remote .50 caliber gattling gun on the roof of the tank was peppering away at some hostile soldiers attempting to run across the street, chopping them to pieces. Suddenly, an RPG flew from a nearby building, and hit the side of the tank. The gunner would be shocked to find that the round had bounced off. The men marching behind immediatly opened fire on the window...

OOC:GE, want to RP this fight out?

OOC: This is scary since I actually live in Fort Smith in RL, near the airbase no less. :)

OOC:*waits for GE to post*

OOC: I've been gone for a bit and so much happens, well I'll just do a brief update post to get myself back into it.

The 2 Marine Expeditionary forces had moved inland, following the loyal Generians as they made their bid to win back power from the usurper. Aircraft continued to hit targets inside of Generia as the massive fleet waited for any potential challenges from the Generian Navy.