NationStates Jolt Archive

Anti-Fascist & Fascist have been fueding for way to long and now its time to come to some agreement where they will stay out of each others bussiness.

* Chopper touches down on the pad at the Frinsburg Hall in Vazway - the new province of Coreys Land - Out I step in my most Decarated Miltitary Uniform & briefcase*
"I sure do hope more come soon , I didnt waste all this time for nothing" I say to my Butler.
"Sir Im sure they will be here very soon.
*Doors to the Frinsburg Hall open and inside is the Confrence room with an all you can eat baffet*
"Man - I say, It shur does remind me of home.

Is this the Coreys Land-ANP Conference? Or is that later?

* As time pasted by it became obvious that the confrence was being avoided by both sides & after haveing many drinks of wine and champaign I guess you could say im getting a little drunk*

"What time is it Higgens (buttler) ?"I say
"Its 15 after 7 sir there only 15 minutes late - you arrived here very early.

ANP confrence - if you can be here now.

The Dictatal Airbus A380 with Otto von Hienkel Rommel (Dictator), Elizabeth Smart von Hienkel Rommel (his wife), Ludo Hienkel (Chief Officer of Defense), and Adolf Gorreing (Chief Officer of Forgien Affairs) appoarches Corey Land Airspace.

"Luftwaffe-One is type Airbus A380, 10 miles East of Corey Land Airspace, request landing clearence, ILS. Carrying delegates for the Conference."

We condemn this farcical impersionation of a conference and urge any and all nations thinking of attanding to cancel said plans.

Coreys Land is a racist, xenophobical nation run by a megolomaniacal dictator whose mental instability threatens world peace.

Strong accusations- But with strong proof to back them up.

The following are various statements made by the nation of Coreys Land which attest to the accusations leveld thus far.

Read and decide.
When this political party rises to power I myself will remember who helped form this Power ( Faceist Workers Party) and they will to become Great.
I will post my cause.
When Coreys Land was just a young nation - it was bullied by threats of war , humiliated by acts only commited by enemies , and always handed the down side of treaties.
For many N.S years we have sat in the corner and let this happen - but now my friends this will be stopped.
Never again will we be stripped of our rights , told what we can and cant do , have our economies run by the enemies themselves.
We must carry out "The Final Answer" and rid N.S of these beasts.
May all who support this and believe The Final Answer join this party and together rise to power.

Corey


Wirraway - we both know you will never take action against me and my nation(S) - so I do not fear your nation all your talk will never amount to anything. But you will be forgotten when the Final Answer demolicious the empire youve constructed all this time.

Im not going to wait for you to attack me first so here you have it - 500 /80mm Anti Tank guns along with 3000 men fully armored with Mp40 or Mauser rifles , 2000 rounds , any kind of grenade they chose , and gas mask have been sent to your Nation (Not yet arrived)
400 Panzer tanks 200 Tiger Tanks 50 Half tracks with stationary machine gun turrets are also on there way.
More will be sent later.

There you have it. A warmongering idiot whose crass statements and idiotic ramblings thrreaten world peace. We've blacklisted this rogue nation. We can only hope you do the same.

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Minister X, Leader of Samtonian Council of Thirteen

Isn't that what this conference is on?

This Confrence is to make peace not wage war! They decided to annex me a while back.
The only future act i commit if peace is not made is the Persacution of Samtonians & who ever stand for them.
All the statements he listed are true but they were said in self defence.
Also they are racist not me - they oppress anybody who dont believe the same as them. There pathetic cowards who do nothing but make threats.
There countries will be destroyed if they dont wisen up!

Calm down, both of you. This conference is to deal with what you both posted. So let's post In-Character from now on...

Right *Pulls out briefcase*

"What shall we discuss first"?

OOC: Let's RP Arrivals. I already did mine. We should wait for the other ANP members before discussing any matters.

OOC: Im going to give you permission to land for your arrival.

*Space Tower Observationist*
"Permission to land A380"

Meanwhile a crowd of military officers and civilians await on the ground for your landing. Young Children - mostly girls around 16-17 await to welcome you with flowers.

IC:

The A380 lands perfectly and taxis to the open tarmac.

Adolf Gorreing is pleased by the hospitality, but Ludo Hienkel just ignores it and climbs into the limo that's driven out of the back of A380. The others follow into the limo and drive off to the conference.

OOC: That's it for today.

Graham Davis, the delegate for Jonothana has entered a government 7E7 and will arrive in a few hours. Please advise which airport/runway to land on.

((OOC: Now remeber the name, 'cos theres nothing saying I will.))

Sanctaphrax may not be able to arrive at this conference because both our foreign minister and our prime minister are both abroad, one in Credonia and one in Sarzonia.

Sanctaphrax may not be able to arrive at this conference because both our foreign minister and our prime minister are both abroad, one in Credonia and one in Sarzonia.

OOC: I once attended four conferenses at the same time. Have your national leader attend one, you defense leader another, your foreign minister another, and you could also use an ambassador of a very stable country (AKA: One that hasn't talked to you in over a month).

IC:

Otto von Hienkel Rommel suddenly spoke: Some of our delegates must leave to attend a conference on the developing issues in Camel Eaters. We will keep Adolf Gorreing and Elizabeth here, but Ludo and I must leave for the Maldives. Keep an eye on Gorreing, he's going to be with my wife while I'm gone...

OOC: Please land at the Corey National Airport - runway A8.

*Meanwhile in the confrence room*
"Please have a safe trip to your destination those who are leaveing but for the time being we are waiting for the arrival of Graham Davis" says Admiral Shultz.
*Film Projector is being set up*
*Doctor Josef Hieldman walks in & heads straight for the Podieum*
"Let me get on with this , I have to be at Auschwillz Concentration Camp in a bit. Now Ladies and Gentlemen it has come to the Attention of the Coreys Land military that you do not agree with the way certain races of people are being treated in Coreys Land , I have here pictures of what there current life is like inside the Concentration Camps *Points to Picture being projected* you see they are very healthy *Points to another* and the place is very clean. The only thing we make these people do is work from sun up to sun down. Here is a list of there daily activities
1. Wake up & Eat (Breakfist is bread & water)
2. Work (if you are caught not working or seem to weak you are executed)
3. Go to bed

"As you see they recieve not physical torture , they might recieve some mental torture here and there but nothing to extreme.

Are there anymore Questions on this SUBJECT?

We will be sending a diplomat, our General, Elizabeth Braddock to Coreys Land, as the representative of Euroslavia. Be warned though, our rep. has a very short temper, and will not put up with any intolerance.

Elizabeth's escort plane took off from Pyrynn, the new capital of the infant Communist government in Euroslavia. She was seeking to have her presence known throughout the entire world as a top diplomat of the Communist nation, and will do anything to achieve this.

The plane was arriving in Coreys Land airspace...

"Attention, the diplomat from Euroslavia is requesting escort planes to guide us to where we need to be. Please respond asap."

Request Granted - Two 737 passanger planes will escort you on your landing.

We have decided after all to send representatives of Samtonia to this conference, due to International turnout. Now, seeing as how a war is going on against you, it might be advisable to let us into this board meeting. After all, I'm sure you wouldn't turn down an offer of a cease-fire.

Now, on the minor matter of the war. We're not fully trusting of you, so our delegates will arrive in a Samtonian plane, go to the conference in Samtonian vehicles, and have Samtonian drivers and bodyguards with them in the vehicles.

Understood? Good. Perhaps we might have much to talk about at this conference of yours.

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Minister X, Leader of Samtonian Council of Thirteen
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As the message went out, two massive C-7 "Galaxy" transport planes of the Samtonian diplomatic corps began circling ,requesting clearance to land. It seemed Samtonia was taking this seriously. After all, the massive aircraft(OOC- easily fit 500 each) could only mean one thing- A massive amount of delegates.

The Psovian Foreign Ministry condemns this Charade of good nature by corey's land. It is obviously an attempt to appease the nations he has insulted and threatened the destruction of for nothing more than holding an idealology seperate from his. As this conference is held, his nation is embroiled in an invasion by a coalition of 5 countries, all more powerful than he is, whom he threatened to destroy because they condemned fascism, and genocide. The Nation of Psov was invaded without provocation by corey's land during the war with CAD, once peace with CAD was established corey's land refused to withdraw. Once he could not deny defeat, he left. Then his country was sent more! This nation is nothing more than a foolish, arrogant, and naive, excuse for a country, and Psov disourages other nations to participate in negotiations, or agreements with them.

We have decided after all to send representatives of Samtonia to this conference, due to International turnout. Now, seeing as how a war is going on against you, it might be advisable to let us into this board meeting. After all, I'm sure you wouldn't turn down an offer of a cease-fire.

Now, on the minor matter of the war. We're not fully trusting of you, so our delegates will arrive in a Samtonian plane, go to the conference in Samtonian vehicles, and have Samtonian drivers and bodyguards with them in the vehicles.

Understood? Good. Perhaps we might have much to talk about at this conference of yours.

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Minister X, Leader of Samtonian Council of Thirteen
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As the message went out, two massive C-7 "Galaxy" transport planes of the Samtonian diplomatic corps began circling ,requesting clearance to land. It seemed Samtonia was taking this seriously. After all, the massive aircraft(OOC- easily fit 500 each) could only mean one thing- A massive amount of delegates.


OOC: Don't do this, he has to be destroyed we both know it.

Let it be known that Wirraway will adhere to no ceasefire. We were atacked without provocation and lost good men rebelling Coreyslandian attacks. We will not stop until Coreysland is utterly destroyed and unable to make war again. Will we burn his cities and salt his fields.

Wirraway will not be attending this sham of peace conference.

OOC:

You got to learn to love. Not hate. That's how the National Socialists took over Germany back in the 1930s.

IC:

Adolf Goreing rises: Sorry, but I must leave for a conference in Euroslavia. However Elizabeth will stay. Message from Otto himself: If you so much as touch her, you die.

Elizabeth: The Great Sixth Reich places an complete embargo on Corey's Land. We hope this will make Corey's Land notice the importance of a timely policy change.

After much consideration, it has been decided that our best course of action would be to send a diplomatic team to attend this conference. They will arrive with their own escorts, and be accompanied by an RPU detail at all times other than when in the actual conference room itself.

Should any nation harms these dignatories, the punishment will be severe. Please advise us of landing rights and the location of the conference in your country, or provide transport from the airport or helipad, whichever is capable of supporting a medium VTOL landing.

Wirraway, TG coming your way.

IC: We request that our ally McLeod 03 inform us of everything that happens in this conference.

Elizabeth stood to speak, "The time is up. A full embargo has been placed on Corey Land. No Corey Land planes will be allowed over our airspace from now on."

IC: We request that our ally McLeod 03 inform us of everything that happens in this conference.

Due to current situations beyond our control, all our information is to be kept classified. You will recieve no further aid from us in this matter.

In total disregard for standard procedures, a small cruiser had been deployed to attend the conference. From it, had been deployed the God Emperor and his cadre. Heavy Tanks rolled out from the landing zone to cover the APCs the God Emperor and his cadre was likely in. Attack helis were idling on the deck of the Cruiser. They were soon heading towards the Conference, kicking up dirt as they did.

'This is the Chapter Wolfchester, we have arrived, We shall arrive shortly, We will bring our Convoy into the compound as time is pressing...'

The Heavy Tanks flanked the APCs as men got out. For the Four APCs there, a total of 12 Heavy Tanks were seen around them. Only one APC divulged its numbers, a Man in Solid White, wearing a White Trench coat, over white battle armor walking into the compound. He looked at his Cadre as they walked, All of them carried a Carbine version of the standard Wolfchester battle rifle.

Suddenly any nation other then Corey's Land was receiving communications from an unknown region, or source. At the Same Time, the God Emperor entered the Conference room. He took his seat at a lone quarter, offering a dominating view of all present. He apparently had an ear piece on, not a surprise for such a militaristic people. Nor for some one whom likely wasn't the real God Emperor.

'I am sorry for my delay, but there was other issues at hand.'

The Message to other nations had finished broadcasting, the other nations had to relay it to their delegates of course. It read..

'He who stands against Corey's Land, join me at the Conference, the man in White shall be the Savior here. He who stands against him, knows not the atrocities of the fool nation Corey's land'

Corey's Land couldn't have possibly gotten ahold of the communications, as they were directly sent to the delegates through a system known as Laser Broadcasting, which used a momentary burst of Laser power to transmit, and thus was only good for short range. Whom then had sent it? Whom knew, but only the delegates whom would surely oppose Corey's Land had received it.

OOC: This means only if you are intending to go to war against Corey's Land, did you receive this ,and if you didn't declare war/ have 100% promised to declare war, you aren't aware.

OOC: bump

OOC: He better reply soon...

OOC: Yep..or this is gonna be way to easy?

OOC- BUMP for a Corey's Land reply.

* Negotiator stands up*
"As those who were here earlier have already heard Dr. Hieldmans first steps - i will play a recorder for those who havent.
*Hieldman on recording *

Let me get on with this , I have to be at Auschwillz Concentration Camp in a bit. Now Ladies and Gentlemen it has come to the Attention of the Coreys Land military that you do not agree with the way certain races of people are being treated in Coreys Land , I have here pictures of what there current life is like inside the Concentration Camps *Points to Picture being projected* you see they are very healthy *Points to another* and the place is very clean. The only thing we make these people do is work from sun up to sun down. Here is a list of there daily activities
1. Wake up & Eat (Breakfist is bread & water)
2. Work (if you are caught not working or seem to weak you are executed)
3. Go to bed

"As you see they recieve not physical torture , they might recieve some mental torture here and there but nothing to extreme.

Are there anymore Questions on this SUBJECT?

Please tells us what you think can be done for both our statisfactions.

OOC- Do my delegates have clearance to land? Hello?

Yes - Land on the same other pads as the others.

As the massive planes taxied to a halt, a flurry of activity quickly swept away those ground traffic control officers still at the airfield.

First, as the massive back doors lowered, came humvees, IPC, various AA tracked vehicles, and a few medium tanks. These quickly fanned out, creating a perimeter around the Samtonian planes that was quickly manned by grim faced soldiers, weapons unholstered and various portable anti-tank and anti-air equipment loaded and ready.

Next came the attack helicopters. Monstorous Comanche helos were unlimbered and began their thunderous salute, taking off and hovering. Amazing the maonut that could be carried, as twelve helicopters were soon patrolling the air.

Finally came the massive Navjaho troop Transport helicopters. Capable of holding 40 soldiers each, it appeared that delegates were spread out within the helicopters, as there were four of the massive things. The sound of their rotors quickly filling the air, they took off, with various Comanches following and providing an escort.

The helicopters soon arrived, and as they settled, the landing rammp opened on one. A grim set Samtonian man hurried out, his bodyguards carrying assault rifles that looked as dangerous as they were.

Half the guards fanned out and stood near the entereances to the building, next to the Coreys Land guards, keeping a watchful eye on the men.

The other half followed the Samtonian delegate inside the conference room and stood at attention near the door. The Samtonian delegate motioned to the butler and whispered in his ear,

If you could bring your leader and his military officers over to me, we might discuss a possible ceasefire. Please fetch him at once. The rest of my delegation is preparing inside their choppers and should be in here shortly. If you could give my associates and I a conference room to meet with your leader in, it would be most appreciated."

OOC- Basically, we want an adjoining conference room to talk with your leader and his generals about a possible ceasefire. The rest of my delegation will be in shortly, Samtonian guards are escorting my diplomatic team and guarding your guards to make sure they don't do anything funny, and I've got a perimeter around the airfield and attack helos outside your conference building. Plus transport choppers with lord knows how many dleegates on them. You'll find that out later.

But for now, a conference room for private discussions please.

*Butler Picks Up Phone*

Ah, Mr. Delegate what do you want me to tell the Furher ?

Ohh , sorry FURHER to bother you at this time , but theres a Delegate from Samtopia here that wants to talk to you and other officers in private. Where should i tell him to meet you?

Yes , Yes , I understand , Right away Sir.

Mr. Delegate follow me and make sure they dont. *Points towards your forces* The Furher wants this to be fast - he dont want to seem rude to his other guests.

*The butler leads the delegate into the Catacombs of the confrence palace*

You know Mr. Delegate this used to be a very beautiful mansion - but i dont know anymore these days.

*They walk into a section of the catacombs where there is a lantern giving off some light*
*There also is a table in the section (Dinner Table) and behind it are 3 well decorated Officers. The one in the middle is the Furher - with the most Decorative uniform youve ever seen and very young and in good shape*

Mr. Delegate do not be alarmed - this is the most private place in this confrence palace. By the way thank you Mr. Butler you an leave now.
Let me introduce you to my officers - Here on the right of me is Gen. Heinz and on the left is Field Maj. Kurtz and of course Im the Furher Corey.

To start off lets put any weapons we have on the table in front of us.
Now thats out of the way we can get to the point. I know that you want a ceasefire and it just so happens we do to - we cant risk the lives of allthe guests.
Also do you like wne? I have some very fine wine *pulls out 1934 Yesemone* here pour yourself a drink. My officers would also like to add that there forces have not retreated so there is no victory for either sides yet. Well its about time to join the other confrence - is there anything else youd like to ask?

Nodding to the guards, the majority remained outside the entrance to the catacombs. However, taking off their assault rifles, two officers followed the delegate and his group of men down into the winding maze of dank and decrepit vaults.

As the group of Samtonians walked, all but one walked as quickly as possible. The final one seemed to be having momentary troubles. Every so often, he would stop, set his case down, and take a short break.

Soon, he was about one hundred feet behind the rest of the group and thus was nearly shut out of the conference room as the butler hurried past.

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Inside the room, the Samtonian delegation took their seats, briefcases down near their knees. There were a total of twelve delegates at the table, with six more lackeys setting up equipment behind them- speakers and some type of projector.

Finally, the man with the large case who had nearly been shut out of the room was unlocking varios electronic equipment.

The Samtonian delegate smiled at the request for weapons to be placed on the table.

"Why certainly." he said, smiling, as the two military officers and himself placed pistols on the table. They were of Italian design and looked to be modified quite extensively by the Samtonians.

"Now, as I'm aware, you wish for a ceasefire. Samtonia has a message for you in that regard." The delegate nodded and the projector was turned on, revealing a holographic image of Minister X. As the lights dimmed with the lantern blown out, the message began to play, illuminating the corner of the room away from the doors and the Samtonian delegation.

As the delegate from Samtonia motioned towards it and the Coreys Land leaders turned to watch it, the massage began to play.

And as it began, the head delegate and the two military officers, the only Samtonians not wearing sunglasses, pulled pairs out and put them on.

OOC: Gonna join in here

IC:
As his plane (a C-13 Jackrabbit supersonic aircraft) enters Coreys Land air space, Minister of Defence Rear Admiral George W. Jackson checks the information he currently has...
"Damn this shit. I can't understand most of what's happening in the world today." He states. "Idiot nations stealing technology, mass homicide by rebels, genocidal maniacs, and now concentration camps

Over Radio=
"This is navy flight leader Vector Five Zero Three requesting permission to land on runway Alpha Tango Tree Niner."

Back near the minister=
"Sir, were approaching the area at Mach 3," a SFC says. "We'll arrive within the hour."

"Alright." The Admiral Replies. "Lets get this over with. The last thing we need is for more shit to hit the fan."

And the hologram began.

Hello Corey, if that's what your name is. You've made some brash and hasty claims and sweeping genarlizations that have managed to offend nearly the entire world. You have three invasion fleets knocking at your door, a town that is apparently in open rebellion, and yet still you attempt to spread your message of hate.

I hope you realize that this war is unwinnable for you. Samtonia has troops ready to fight to the end and we have more troops. Samtonia has allies ready to help her win and we have more allies. We have more ammunition and it is of better quality, we have more tanks and they are better made. And we have more resolve.

We asked at the beginning of the war for yourself and other leaders Corey. We threatened to invade if you did not give ourselves up and we said we would not stop fighting until you were dead or captured.

Now, as you beg for a ceasefire, we have something to tell you. True, we asked for this meeting to discuss a ceasefire. Hoever, you probably misunderstood us. We didn't call this to ask for a ceasefire. WE called this to tell you we are not going to give you one until our terms are met.

And Corey, only now do you realize you've let the Samtonian fox into your henhouse. And it seems it's going to bag the egg it wanted in the first place- You.

I look forward to talking with you back in Samtonia. I suggest you take one last look at this conference room. It will be the last of Coreys Land you see for a while.

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Minister X, Leader of Samtonian Council of Thirteen

And suddenly, as th hologram drew to a close, the Samtonian ruse was revealed. With one smooth motion, the head delegate pressed a button on his watch.

With a resounding "Wumph", the guns on the table exploded- They were in reality flashbang grenades. Designed to disorient and stun terrorists and criminals, their effect a few feet away from the leader and his generals was to knock them out from the sensory overload.

Even though every Samtonian was prepared and even though the flash was stopped by the special sunglasses, the noise still took them off guard and surprised even the most rugged veteran in the room.

Because that's what they all were- Military veterans. Even as the grenades went off, every Samtonian in the room had weapons out. Most had submachine guns, a few explosive launchers, silenced pistols, or in one case a portable light machine gun.

While most covered the door, ready to shoot anyone who might enter, the "head delegate" and three othermen injected the Fuhrer and his generals with a potent sedative. they would sleep through this all.

Meanwhile, the man who had lagged behind the group now pulled out a tracker. His stumbling had in fact acted to tag the walls with invisible marks, able to be detected only by the Samtonian's gear. This map was quickly fed to every man in the room, as well as the forces outside.

And with the Fuhreer and his Generals bundeled into transport cases and pushed by two Samtonians, the Samtonians burst out of the room and began leaving the catacombs, shooting anyone they came across- Which weren't many, considering the meeting was secret.

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Meanwhile, as every Samtonian on the main conferencel level received their coded signal, events rapidly began to unfold. The guards near the catacomb door quickly smashed it down and secured the exit, which would allow a quick exit of Samtonian personnel.

Around the conference building, the Samtonians who had lounged near Coreys Land guards quickly turned on the men near them, taking the Coreys Landians by surprise and allowing easy disposal of them. A few managed to fight back, and sporadic gunfire echoed through the sumptous building, allowing the first warning of what was happening to be heard by everyone in the area.

In the main conference room, the Samtonian guards quickly took down the Coreys Land guards outside and secured the main hallway, making sure the conference room was secured so no delegates could make their way into what could quickly become a warzone.

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Outside, the massive helicopters finally lowered their ramps, revealing hundreds of elite Samtonian spec-ops soldiers. Rushing outside, the men quickly secured the perimeter of the building, aided by the attack helicopters flying around and attacking enemy targets as they presented themselves. While the majority of soldiers engaged in the runnig battle outside, approximately one hundred raced inside, helping the Samtonians already inside secure the routes for the kidnapping team to exit the building.

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Back at the airport, the dug-in Samtonian forces prepared to fire on anything that came near them. A jamming device was activated, preventing any enemy transmissions from gettting through to or out from the airport. At the same time, the massive transport planes began warming up as Samtonian long-range escort fighters began circling overhead, ready to defend the exit of the Samtonians.

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And in the ocean near the conference sight, a Samtonian battlegroup drew near to shore. Battleships, aircraft carriers, cruisers- all were prepared to receive the incoming Samtonian team if the decided not to exit their choppers and simply race towards the fleet.

The plan was proceeding perfectly. A dictator baggged along with his generals, no one to stop the kidnappers, and multiple methods of escape. Samtonia would have her revenge.

OOC- BUMP for a Coreys Response

OOC-And again....although others in the conference may want to post.

Ooc- Bump

All my delegates will leave immediatly. This is getting to dangerous.

All of the sudden the projector turns on and an image of the Butler appears.
" So you think youve caught me Ay? C'mon you really didnt think I was stupid enough to attend my own Confrence did you?
*You can see Samtonia P.O.W's in the back ground being held at gun point*
"I suppose you can see them men behind me & if youre wondering - yes they are yours but they will be dead if you do not turn over the fake Corey & Generals. All by the way it might dawn on you about now that the Confrence Palace is wired and a trap.
*Projector Fades*
The fake Corey & Generals then awake from there deep sleep and show there ID to the delegate.

OOC- Friend, you haven't RPed a gun battle, you haven't rped my forces being captured, you HAVEN't EVEN RPEd YOUR BUTLER ESCAPING THE MANSION.

Until you can do every one of those things, that last post is a blatant GodMod.

Sure, if the Fuhrer was in disguise and somehow escaped, then we've got two generals and an imposter. In fact that would make sense for you to have done that. but what we have now are two generals and an "imposter" in a trunk, more military personnel then you can shake a fist at who have explicit orders to shoot to kill anyone whgo comes across their path, and those men were wired up with more sedative then it would take to down a moose.

Plus they're not in the conference room anymore, so who's the hologram directed towards? Lastly, I doubt any country would take too kindly to your blowing up the building, considering they've got delegates inside.

So, if you want me to allow you to continue, you've got to do a few things:

1. Tell how the butler possibly escaped.
2. How the butler knew what was happening, seeing as if he escaped he wouldn't know what happened.
3. How the butler might have communicated his points to my men.
4. How in God's name you could try to take down my soldiers, seeing as how I've got more men in this area, your men didn't know about the meeting, and my men caught yours off guard.

If you can fix those problems, I will listen to you. Otherwise, you will be ignored.

Damn n00bs....always trying to weasel out of something....but if you can fix your post...

oh, and pray tell what POWs? I haven't actually invaded your territory yet. I've just been shelling and bombing the hell out of you. So no, you actually don't have POWS and I've got a fake dictator and two of your generals. And don't tell me the generals are fake- You couldn't possibly have planned for that. The timeframe would have been too short.

Now go fix your post.

OOC: Here is what the butler has done sice escorting you to the catacombs.
Ok after escorting you to the secret meeting the butler ran and grabbed his overcoat off the coat rack up stairs - ran outside to a near by get away vehicle (van) where inside was camara monitors of the secret meeting. On the way out of the building I alarted my armed soldiers of the meeting.

Also i know that i have no POW's of yours. But i do have replica uniforms of your soldiers and i have forced prisoners in my Concentration Camps to where them.

Also the imposter and 2 generals you have are currently in Officer School. There ranks are no higher than an Lt.

OOC - bump for reply

((OOC: WHat on earth is going on!))

Samtonia decided to put everyone in danger by takeing military action inside the confrence room.

I advice you to stay inside because my troops will kill anyone who tries to escape - you will be released after these fools are caught.

In the meantime try to catch up by reading the posts.

The Euroslavian delegate will be returning to Euroslavia, due to...erm...obvious reasons.

The God Emperor looked back and forth and muttered and suddenly pulled out his heavy Pistol and placed a round directly in the head of a Corey Land guard, his Cadre was already firing into the others. One was more stylish then the others and walked up to a Guard whom was obviously shaken and had thrown him into the ground and snapped his neck with a swift kick to the side of it.

'Lets do this..'

The God Emperor said and unsheathed his sword and flashed it out, laying the blade into the corpse of the man he had just killed, beheading the body. They were already moving towards Samtonia, having taken helmets from the Trench coats they wore, no one really had bothered to run a security check on them, idiots. The God Emperor walked up to a Corey Land Guard whom wasn't aware of them silencing his brethren in the other room and suddenly snapped his palm into the man's throat, with the hand that held his heavy pistol and then placed a round into the Men's Temples.

'Samtonia Allies! Wolfchester Approaches!'

Was the yell Samtonia heard as the God Emperor walked in right after the flash bangs and suddenly .52 Rounds were spraying into Corey's lands men. The other Three APCs divulged Crack Troops whom were sweeping the area, the 12 Heavy Tanks were decimating armor, and swatting down any Air units that Corey Land sent at them with Rocket Rounds designed for their primary cannons. They were painfully superior. The God Emperor stood before the Delegates of Samtonia and looked around the room as gun fire was being traded, hopelessly pinging against his heavy armor.

'Come, we have superior transport nearby.'

The voice was modulated through the full head helmet, but it didn't matter, it was easily understood. The God Emperor turned as his Men formed up around him and the Delegates, listening to a Comm broadcast from his men outside. The Cruiser had deployed the remaining APCs whom were racing to the Compound with Several Attack Helis in support. Good. He started to lead the people out of the Compound until he met some of his Crack Troops and ordered them to use RDX on the compound, they'd leave a massive explosion behind them.

Any Friendly Forces were extracted by the Crack Troops, and the remaining APCs pulled up, inside one of them sat Several Troops in the experimental powered armor Wolfchester was making. Last Resort type of thing. Wolfchester was extracting friendly forces rapidly, and destroying Enemy forces that closed, it would deal with Corey Land for threatening the God Emperor, after all, no one would actually argue with these men, they WERE put into a threatening situation, already The Cruiser was shelling their escape route behind them.


OOC: Corey Land fricking almost killed the God Emperor, if he DARES press this issue, I'll Declare War.

((OOC: WHat on earth is going on!))

OOC- Quick summarization. As I wanted to end the war we're in, I lured Corey to the table with talk of a ceasefire.

Corey let me take as many men, tanks, and helos into his country as I wanted. Thus, I sent lots of guards, spec-ops, and tanks. The spec-ops just killed most of the Coreys Land guards, who were taken unawares, and are engaged in a running gun battle outside the building.

Samtonian guards have barricaded the delegates in the conference room and are defending them at this time, while teams of the most elite of the elite spec ops roam through the building taking down any Coreys Land troops.

Meanwhile, my reps at a secret conference just seized what they thought were the Fuhrer and two generals of Coreysland and are evacuating them back to Samtonia.

However, the man they think is the Fuhrer is really an imposter and the other two may or may not be lower ranking military officials. These men are all sedated and being dragged out of catacombs by a team who is ready to shoot anything on sight. After we get themm to the helos, Samtonia will leave.

So we're laying the smack down on Coreys Land. Any other thoughts against that on his part are to be ignored unless they're RPed. Oh, and since your delegates probably don't want to be in a war zone, they should stay in the conference room. Although Corey has threatened to blow the building, so you may be understandably pissed off.

Whew. That there's the summary.

OOC: Like I said before - Samtonia screwed the confrence up for everybody.

While The Furher was safe in his Falcons Nest get away mansion , the Coreys Land Military Youth was in full swing towards the confrence palace.
With an army of 11,000 teens fully armed with M60'S & Anti Tank guns , M16 & Grenades , And rifles with P38 pistols depends on the age - violently began raiding houses for some cover - while the Coreys Lands Luftwaffe heavily guarded the AirFileds with 88mm shells and Panzer tanks.

OOC: Of course, my armor on my infantry can stop 14.5mm rounds to 23mm rounds or so..so..I can laugh at his rifles..my tanks are smashing his armor, and my Attack Helis are currently raining hell on his troops...

IC:

A cargo ship was seen slamming bodily into a dock, apparently having lost its rudders to an unknown accident. The Wolfchester cruiser knew better and had several teams of techies swarming over it after the Helis they were on set down. They were unloading armed forces rapidly, the experimental armor of Wolfchester was thudding down the street, ripping apart resistance, the Compound was being secured to help Samtonia, so far, so good. Heavy tanks were starting to roll across the land, the 88mm rounds of Corey's Land lightly rolling off the armor with no effect.

The God Emperor took his leave of any Delegates he had rescued and personally was riding shotgun on one of the Tanks going after the Corey's Land Leader, his .52 Carbine firing into any one whom shot at him. Wolfchester had deployed several hundred tanks, and several thousand troops in a carefully planned cargo ship dump. They were shredding resistance with their superior armaments, and soon the Soviets would be into the fray.

Wolfchester snipers using anti material rifles were cutting pilots out of their helis and idling planes when they neared airfields, firing from miles longer then most of the pathetic anti tank weapons that Corey's Land possesed, they used Gauss weapons. Teams were being Deployed with Samtonia forces, trying to help them where they could. In Deed, a very sadistic unit was deployed to cover the Captured Corey Land officials with Samtonia. They were approaching the men rapidly, all dressed in White and Black uniforms, their leader was an unhelmeted man wielding a massive blade.

'We are here to help Escort!'

He said simply, the chain sword held in one hand, a SMG in the other, very effective at close range. Samtonia would prevail, if they didn't, Wolfchester would, make no doubts. Specially since the idiot had threatened to destroy the God Emperor. The painfully superior Heavy Armor was gaining rapidly on the position of the Supreme Ruler of Corey Land, the God Emperor at the spear head.

OOC: Samtonia..you got an ally in this!

OOC- Well huzzah! Post coming up tonight.

OOC: :P, I'm notorious for using drastically smaller forces to over whelm superior ones..I hold the record for having the most balls in a raid ever, and ingenuity..I used holo projectors to make a massive fleet in space..traffic controller units to simulate the frequencies, and lane defense turrets to simulate gunfire, then I took over this guy's battle fleet with 500 or so marines while he was firing at the holograms...XD

OOC- Ingenuity....exactly what could be said of my torture practices. Believe me, you don't want to see what will happen to those men Samtonia's captured........you woudn't want to be in their places.

And of course I'll broadcast what happens to the world, just to show that idiotic Fuhrer what he's got coming to him!

OOC:
I probably beat you there..I got a boner reading the book MindHunter, which is an indepth book about various serial killers...~cough~

I'm a known sadistic little fuck ;) now hurry up and post..and tell me yer AIM SN...it'll help with plotting.

OOC: Good thing may delegates left when they did. One more hour and they would have been stuck in the building. ;)

OOC: I Evacced alot of the people...my men did.

OOC:
I probably beat you there..I got a boner reading the book MindHunter, which is an indepth book about various serial killers...~cough~

I'm a known sadistic little fuck ;) now hurry up and post..and tell me yer AIM SN...it'll help with plotting.

OOC- Gaahh!! Too much work tonight. Post coming up tomorwow. As for AIM, I'm samtheuberman.

OOC: I'm BlackOneHunter

OOC: Damn, you go away for a week and everything goes t*ts up...

IC:

Gunfire roared all around them as the McLeodian delegates as they dove for cover. The well trained RPU agents burst into the conference room, sidearms drawn, and began firing at anyone with a weapon drawn, no matter what their nationality. Despite the weapons deadly appearance, each of the sidearms was firing small tranquiliser darts, designed to almost instantaniously paralyze anyone they hit for up to two hours.

The agents gathered up the bewildered McLeodians, and began to rush them towards the closest exit, radioing the pilots and security detail surrounding their VV-32 transport aircraft to "Get us the hell out of here".

The Defence, Foreign and Prime Ministers were in the Emergency Room with their advisors, debating the many schemes that had been devised to evacuate their delegate. (Yes, the've decided to get him out.)
The Defence Minister began to talk.
"Ok, our best bet is just to get him and the few guards to force their way out. He has weapons training, so he'll be fine."
The PM sisn't sgree.
"We should just leave him there, and wait until it all quietens down. He's gonna be fine. However if any harm comes to him, the SpecOps tems around the place will be ordered to move in."
The ministers nodded.
"Right, so lets do that."
He gestured to an officer to carry out his wishes.

Some twenty tanks were seen flying across the fields of Corey's Land, heading for the Nation's Reichstag equilivant. They didn't even stop to refuel, courageous crew members were crouching on the high speed hulls, with fuel lines from racing fuel trucks in hand, fueling the tanks as they moved. Ammo carriers were peeling up behind them as they refueled, this was an insane move by Wolfchester, but they refused to let Samtonia just beat them to the goal of the Reichstag. The Massive cannons roared into any resistance as they kept moving, up and over troop truck barricades on fields, using the limited pave roads to keep movinp at high speeds.

The Shock Troops riding hull top were having a blast as they neared the Reichstag like structure, quickly dismounting when the tanks grinded to a halt and provided covering fire with the massive cannons they sported. They were soon recklessly charging enemy positions and bayonetting enemy defenders, the small arms fire ineffectual against their suits. Officers in White were firing 10mm SMGs into enemies at point blank as they began to defuse any explosive devices that would destroy their prize structure. The God Emperor was being informed that they had several more miles to move in on foot before they had the Reichstag like compound.

Ooc: Bump

Ooc: I need to bump for now

OOC: he's afraid :P

Sorry my computer was haveing a bit of trouble for a while. Anyway i have step down from leading Coreys Land and theres a new organization on the rise. This new democracy promises equal rights for every one no matter your nationality - also they abide by all the amendments. They would like to make peace with those who helped bring Corey The Furher to a STOP.

OOC: My Original Attack proceeds on the new party...