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Disgusted by the rapid secularization and spread of atheism across the globe, militant christian fascists have formed and army of about 1,000 men from all ages to seize land for their own nation where they can govern by their righteousness and morals.

The group of rebels is lead by a retired colonel from Texas named Albert Thompson. They acquired weapons from the gun stores which were owned by a good portion of their members. They were able to purchase transportation for their members and armaments to Puerto Rico, where they had an assortment of motorboats waiting. They were able to reach the Virgin Islands in the dead of night and seize Fort Jarvis, the only military presence on the islands.

Most the men landed on Antigua island, where they captured and detained the population of the capital of the small U.K. territory, St. Johns. The rebels have seized the government's buildings and have begun to form a new government.

They are currently writing a declaration of independance.

[OOC:This is my first post, and my attempt to carve out a small piece of land for that little guy's paradise, Josenia]

The Armed Republic of Scaropin's Government officially recognises this new Josenia government and welcomes their creation.

The Fascist rebels have seized the treasury despite a siege lasting 24 hours involving 20 security officers and 200 fascists.

17 fascists were killed storming the building and executing the guards.

They have begun fortifying the islands, anticipating military action against them.

Meanwhile the Declaration of Independance of Josenia has been completed:

"In the course of civilization, when man finds himself beset by inequity and Godlessness, with no means by which to prevent the perversion and pornography of society in your current government, a new society must be formed.

By the power given to us God Almighty and failure to recognize that, force of arms, we hereby claim the lands of Antigua and Barbuda for the nation of Josenia, entirely sovereign with complete confidence in Jesus Christ and in our leadership. This new society is hereby consecrated to the Kingdom of God."

-Official Ratheian Government Response-

Fascist rebellion with violence is intolerable. The Ratheian Air Force would be glad to send a TU-160 to level the location of the rebels. How can we assist you?

[OOC: In case you didn't know, I'm the fascist rebels, and to my knowledge no one owned Antigua and Barbuda before me, so I don't know who you're asking]

Using machine guns seized from the armory, the fascists begin preparing to fight against an aerial enemy.

The fascists have also seized the entire government staff of Antigua and Barbuda and are holding them hostage, for every fascist killed there will in turn be a member of the government killed. Starting with the military, then the head of politics, and working down politics to civil servants. Once the entire government is executed they will begin executing civilians who do not sympathize with them.

Any attack on the new government will not be tolerated.

Ratheia,
We will send six companies of five hundred troops and three
companies of thirty tanks to support your actions against the
insurgients. We regret it may be necessary to redeploy to
Austerreich in the forseeable future.

Please Note: There is no previous government, any military action will have to be directed by you yourself, there is no old government for you to aid. I am RPing as the fascist rebels.

OOC: Okey-doke. I was under the impression you seized these isles from the U.K. Do you want to say they were self-governing?

Well, in real life they belong to the UK but according to Earth 1 and Earth 2 they belonged to no one when I seized them. So I guess there you should treat them as if they were self-governing.

Josenian Insurgients,
While we applaud and congratulate you on your independence,
we must condemn your use of force and implore you to return
control of these isles to their original governing bodies.
We are sending a delegate to meet with your leader. He will
arrive in one (NS time) hour and we warn that any violent action
taken against him, or any remaining government staff, will be met
with force.
Respectfully,
Kathy Woodbyn "Pusmarrow", Deputy Foreign Minister, Slaytanicca

The streets shook with the sound as tanks of the third company, sixth regiment rumbled into the square, taking position in front of the government building. Troops swarmed behind in their wake, many armed with flamethrowers and fully-automatic shotguns. Snipers took up positions in the surrounding buildings.

(OOC: Sorry if I've done too much there. I'm under the impression that most of your troops are in the main government complex. If you want to shoot a bunch of planes down first I'll rework it (my airforce sucks))

OOC: Oh, and I made the drops out of the city limits, by the way. Sorry again.

Col. Thompson has agreed to meet with the delegate from Slaytannica on the condition that snipers withdraw from the area and the fascists are given a 300 yard radius around the capital, where no troops from Slaytannica can be.

Any refugees wishing to flee the new nation will also be compensated $50,000 a person. There will be no religious oppression or hate.

Bumpage.

Snipers withdrew from their posts and emerged from their buildings. Some of the more headstrong troopers spat at the ground and cursed as they stalked away from the government complex. Tank engines roared as if in anger as they withdrew from the city limits.

Jamie "Corpsehowl" Budvaar followed with a little more trepidation. His eyes were still rimmed red from the session the night before; it was supposed to be his day off, but he knew there could be no such luxuries with the events in Austerreich. He clenched his black parka around him, but it did nothing to stop him shivering - he comforted himself with the knowledge that with a range of 5.4 miles, the tanks could still hit the government building from outside the city limits. He only hoped the insurgents knew this.

We agree to your demands. The troops are leaving
the capital now.
Our delegate will be ariving shortly.

Retracing his steps through the deserted streets which until recently were full of soldiers and tanks, Jamie approached the government building for a second time today, unarmed, without the military-issue parka and carrying a white flag. He hoped deep in his heart the guards would identify him as a diplomat.

Port Royal, Roycelandia

"This is an outrage!" His Majesty thundered, thumping his desk and knocking several of his ornaments over.

"Christian Fascists taking over a Sovereign Country, and fortifying it! I will not tolerate Religious Fundamentalism in ANY form!"

"But, Your Majesty..." one of his aides began

"But nothing! Order them to either Leave, or stop being Fundamentalists!"

His Majesty's Private Secretary suspected that His Majesty had lost his monthly Blackjack tournament and was in a foul mood about it, but said nothing. She'd seen what happened to people who annoyed His Majesty when he was in a bad mood...

"Perhaps, if we prepared a Communique to them..."

"Yes, fine, whatever. Just do it. And I expect to see some Luskan jokes in tonight's episode of "My Neighbour Is A Darkie". Now leave me alone. Blasted Fundamentalists, making everyone's life difficult..."

Whilst one of the Aides ran off to the RBC 2 studios to explain that they needed to grab some of the "off-the shelf" Lusakan Joke footage to put into tonight's episode of Roycelandia's Favourite Sitcom, His Majesty's Private Secretary started to draft a Communique:

***************
TO: JOSENIAN GOVERNMENT
FROM: ROYCELANDIA

The Imperial Roycelandian Government has noted your forceful takeover of the hitherto Sovereign Nations of Antigua and Barbados.

We further note that your Government is that of a Religious Fundamentalist nature, and this is unacceptable to us.

Accordingly, we must demand that you either:

Withdraw from the islands in question, OR
Cease to be Religious Fundamentalists

Failure to comply will bring unpleasant consequences.

[signed] His Imperial Majesty Emperor Royce I

OOC: Don't worry, we're not going to send thousands and thousands of troops to your Nation right off the bat... but I'm sure we can RP some sanctions, Naval skirmishes, and so on...

The Allied States of Colchus has become worried over the conflicts in the nearby islands of Antigua and Barbuda. Spread out over Cuba, Hispaniola, and Jamaica, Colchis have pushed for military action.

In response Protector Robert Steele has launched Task Force Serpent to end violence in the nearby islands. The 1st Colchi Armored Brigade (http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=7429621#post7429621) will take part in it's first combat action since it's creation. Protector Steele has informed the public that the Task Force will consider Slaytaniccan forces neutral and will not fire unless fired upon.

Using recently created transport ships, the 1st Colchi Armored will arrive in 6 hours. Members of Task Force Serpent have been informed to avoid civilian casulties and not to use force unless diplomatic talks break down. This is a PEACEKEEPING FORCE.

0:06:00

-Official Ratheian Government Response-

The Fascist Christian Rebels are to immediately vacate the islands that they have taken hostage and release all prisoners or face very unpleasant consequences. We will send troops and aircraft if need be. Trust me, 20,000 troops and 40 or so MI-28's will leave a bunch of shredded fascists.

-Official Ratheian Government Response-

The Fascist Christian Rebels are to immediately vacate the islands that they have taken hostage and release all prisoners or face very unpleasant consequences. We will send troops and aircraft if need be. Trust me, 20,000 troops and 40 or so MI-28's will leave a bunch of shredded fascists.

Off the Coast of Barbuda...

Kommandant-General Austin Adriana inspected the coastal defenses the fascists had laid on the beaches of Barbuda. Through his binoculars he could see scattered fortifications, he could take them if needed.

As the leader of Task Force Serpent, he was responsible for all Colchi military actions in Josenia. Kommandant-General Adriana was informed by the Archon himself not to assault the islands unless diplomatic talks went sour.

And if they did he was ready.

OOC: Bump...

Wrescal Lane secretly sent 5 of their Elite Squads. They arrived and immediatly went to attack some Rebel bases. I also sent 10 B-2 Bombers and 10 Artillery things. They immediatly bombed the rebel bases.

Tag

Slaytanicca would like to peacefully ask all nations wishing to send troops to respect the 300-yard exclusion zone from the city outskirts, in addition to the city itself. We also respectfully ask they await the results of the coming meeting between our delegate and Col. Thompson before proceeding with force. Requests will made to the insurgents if you wish to join these procedings.

Slaytaniccan forces will not fire on or otherwise act agressively towards anyone disobeying the exclusion zone, unless they fire upon the insurgents or our own forces.

Thankyou,
- Jeff C "Gorevomit".

The Hesperian Republic of WesternAustralia does not recognise any state established by he Christian fundamentalist fascists who have illegally invaded a sovereign dominion of the British Commonwealth. The invasion of a state by a privately funded and nationals military force is unprecedented since antiquity. This is cause of great concern for the stability of the international political system. The government of WesternAustralia is embargoed <i>all</i> trade with th islands and will bar entry of any members who participated in the invasion.

The Theocratical Democratical Socialistic Society of Liskeinland would like to applaud the new Christendom rulers, and remind them not to fall into the trappings of Fundamentalism - :IE: hypocrisy.

Would you like some orbital plasma batteries?

A single Il-76 took off from a Ratheian Airbase and began propelling it's precious cargo toward the besieged islands. Inside the aircraft sat 100 Ratheian Special Ops armed with AN-94's that were modified with grenade launchers. They were to be dropped off about a half mile from the Fascist location and to take sniping positions. They were to await their orders. If the negotiations went bad and the rebels killed innocents, a TU-160 would come fast their way with a "kent" missile or two inside.

Is anyone else wondering where the hell Josenia is?

Is anyone else wondering where the hell Josenia is?
Yup..

Perhaps we should put this on indefinite hold until he returns... or shall we just assume we've ALL invaded the Islands and have a mini-conflict for control over them?

Perhaps we should put this on indefinite hold until he returns... or shall we just assume we've ALL invaded the Islands and have a mini-conflict for control over them?
That could be cool; we'd have to be damn careful not to inadvertently blow Josenia up or otherwise involve him before he got back.. what do you reckon?

The Confederacy Of Harlesburg formaly greets this new Josenia nation and welcomes their creation.Harlesburg hopes ties can be close in the future.

Edward The Phoenix Duke De Harlesburg
Lord Of the Confederacy Of Harlesburg

That could be cool; we'd have to be damn careful not to inadvertently blow Josenia up or otherwise involve him before he got back.. what do you reckon?

That would be the difficult part... fighting a war in someone else's country without involving them. Hmmm...

How about we assume that we've invaded anyway, and are engaged in conflict on a different part of the islands? That way, we get a decent RP, without involving Josenia. If he doesn't come back soon, the conflict can spread... otherwise, we see where it goes from there.

What does everyone else think?

Cool man, I'm up for that. Your guys would probably have to fire first, mine being total self-righteous SOBs for the most part... saying that, many of them are pissed at being pulled out of the city, so we could have a little impetuous misunderstanding from my side.

FYI: We have 3000 infantry men on the island, 90 MBTs (Soviet Bloc's ST-21s with five chemical shells apiece), skeleton fuel reserves and repair crews and no air support (even my IL76 transports have been pulled to use elsewhere.) All are situated around the capital city where the main government buildings reside.
I think it'd be fair to assume my diplomat will be safely talking to Josenia by the time you get here (if he doesn't decide to shoot him), if that's ok by you.
All troops are standard tactical infantrymen, no special elite commandos or anti-terrorist squads or anything (not that we don't have any, we just deployed what we could in the time.) I'll break down their armament if you want. Like I said, supplies and ammo is minimal, and my guys will have to start nicking some food soon. And if we need any boats, we'll have to nick them too.

OOC: How about some of your troops try nicking supplies off the Roycelandian troops, an over-zealous guard fires, shooting starts, it goes from there?

Roycelandian Forces on the island consist of about 2500 Imperial Guardsmen (dressed like British Soldiers from the Zulu War), the Dreadnought IRNS Zorin, 2 Sunderland Flying Boats, and a pair of Troop Transports, both with Catapult Launched IAe Seafire aircraft.

We don't have any Special Forces present, and most of the Soldiers aren't entirely sure what they're doing on the Islands in the first place, so they may be quite jumpy...

"How far man?"
"Seven fuuucking miles, dude."
Trooper John "Brassgut" Miller yomped on through the fields. His company had set up camp with a detatchment of ST-21s, and had despatched his patrol, ten men, to (town) to secure food.
"Tired yet?"
"Just wish those bastards had sent us some more fucking trucks. Or Hummers", Trooper Kev "Clawtooth" Smith replied.
"Aye."
The trucks were being used for the most part to store tank parts and ammo. The remaining ones had been despatched to (port), where food was allegedly more likely to be found.

"Just as long as I don't end up shooting at fucking rabbits."
"Ha."
"Roach!" A call from behind them.
"Shit, I got it dude."
A soldier in the front sparked up a joint.
"Bastard!" shouted Kev.
"Knock it off man. Here, you skin up!"

The man tossed a small block of hash back to Kev, who caught it adeptly.
"Ta", he replied, voice laden with sarcasm. Not that he didn't like skinning up, but he suspected his being left out of the pass had been no accident.
"Hey, we should've taken those fuckers out man. Stupid shits back home. I mean what are we? Professional yompers? We'd be back home by now dude."
"Hrmph", John replied. His uncle being a local politician, he understood it was never as easy as "taking them out". But he knew his friend knew too. Few thought otherwise in Slaytanicca, their education being among the best in the world, in the slightly subjective opinion of most Slaytaniccans, and the people compassionate and philosophical (if only in a somewhat chemically-enhanced way). Not that they were forced to carry this opinion, of course. There were the Reg. XIII Berzerkers..

"Just wish we didn't have to wear all this shit" he eventually replied, tugging his camo jacket. The camouflage was incomplete, the helmet in particular belonging to the standard black uniform.
"Ste!" shouted the man with the joint. The pointman turned around.
"What the fuck!" hissed Kev. "We've got no fucking clue how many Josenians are still on this island, not to mention from that other country that's supposed to be helping them.."
The pointman's eyes bugged. "Dude, chill the fuck out, ok?" He walked back to accept the joint, the other man going to meet him half way. "No one else is fucking here dude." The patrol fell silent.

"What the fuck?"
The men dropped to the ground at the noise. Kev glared at Steve.
More voices, coming over the crest of the hill.
John removed his helmet and, crawling on his hands and knees, gradually crested the hill. Still for a moment, he signalled the others to follow.
Two men in long red uniform walked parallel to their path. A man took out a pair of binoculars.
"Weird, man. I've got no fucking clue where these guys are from." He passed the binoculars around.
"Roycelandia", John volunteered.
"Who?"
"Powerful army. Here to.. resolve the issue."
"Um, cool! Shouldn't we rendevous with them?"
"Wait."

The soldiers watched the men cross the road. As it became apparent they were not going to get any closer, the patrol ducked back below the crest.
"I reckon we follow them back. They'll be a patrol. Let's see where they're stationed. Might at least stand a chance of not getting fucking shot.."
"Hey, fuck that man. Fuck tha.."
"Dude, a patrol'll pick us up no fucking problem if we carry on walking down this road, fucking stoned off our tits."
"Fair play."
The men began to shadow the Roycelandian patrol, hill by hill.

OOC: Sorry that was so long and pointless! I was trying to tell you a bit about my setup too, and my peoples. Sorry to Josenia too, if it seems I didn't put as much effort into my posts to you. It's Sunday, and I wasn't drinking last night :D I'm generally pretty fucked weeknights, at the moment. Plus, I've not done any creative writing since school like six years ago :) So apologies again, all round.

If you let my men get to your camp/base/whatever, I'm planning on finding an ammo/supplies dump. My guys'll certainly check it out, and probably try and rob you blind, depending on what they find. Then you shoot them! Is that alright by you?

Base Camp Tango

"C'mon, you useless heap of shit! Start, dammit!" Technical Sergeant Jack Edwards swore as he tried to get the Diesel Generator to "catch" and start up properly.

The Generator just whined annoyingly, coughed, and died again.

"FUCK!" Edwards yelled, throwing his Pith Helmet onto the sand in frustration.

He turned to walk away, then took two steps to the Generator and delivered a savage kick to it with his boots.

The generator coughed and sprang into life, and with it, all the lights in the camp, and, most importantly, the Air Conditioning units in the tents.

"Huzzah!" shouted one of the Corporals standing nearby, who had been fiddling with the airconditioning unit in the hopes it would magically work of it's own accord.

"Right, now that's out of the way, I think it's time for a few cold drinks." TSgt Edwards announced. "We'll take the watch in Turns, so everyone gets a rest and a bevvie, OK? Thompson, Richards, Andover, Hawker, and Grumman, you've got the first watch. Everyone else, there Mess Tent is open, so dig in. We'll releive you in four hours."

The soldiers who'd drawn the short straw grumbled a bit, but took up their positions on the perimeter.

Pfc Andover was busy loading rounds into the Lewis Gun's drum magazine, which was a somewhat annoying task since the Lewis LMG's drum mag held 100 rounds of .303 ammo.

"96...97..98... 99...100! Finally!" he put the top back on the drum magazine, twisted it closed, and put it on top of the other two pre-loaded magazines.

"Hey, have a look at this!" Pvt Grumman called. "We've got a pair of Spiky Crabs and we're going to pit them against each other and see who wins! You in?"

"Nah, I gotta go take a piss. Have fun with the Crabs, guys... and try and pretend we're keeping an eye on things, OK? We know there's no-one else around, but even so... it'd be just our luck to have some illiterate fisherman steal some of our supplies or something."

OOC: That's fine with me! I'll be interested to see how this all turns out...

"And?"

John clicked his radio off at his helmet. The men had decided to wait as close to the camp as they could, whilst remaining out of sight. A lone soldier watched the camp from the top of a small ridge, about a hundred feet away. The rest were sat round a tree, smoking.

"We're supposed to.. erm, liase with them. They know we're here. We're still in talks but they're here to help."

[OOC: I'm not presuming shit dude. A bit of a lie from command, further lie from the guy with the radio :)]

"Won't they be, erm, expecting officers dude?"

"That's you then, John!"

"Fuck off."

They sat in silence for a few seconds. Steve started giggling.

"Dude.. did you see them man! Fucking Redcoats! Jesus man!"

"Well you can stay here, dickhead."

"Aye, I'm not going anywhere man, fuck that!"

More silence.

"Well you lads can fucking stay here. If they pick you up here they'll fucking shoot you. With the fucking racket you lot are making I'm surprised any of us are still alive. Go on, see if I give a shit" spat John.

He unceremoniously dumped his weapons and gear on the ground. Then, slowly getting up, he started to make his way to the ridge, arms raised, holding his jacket away from him to his side. After exchanging a few bemused glances, two of the soldiers followed his lead. The rest slumped further, glad they weren't going anywhere soon. Steve started giggling again.

"Christ. What a fucking prick. What - a - fucking - "

"Oh fuck off, would you?"

The men sat in silence a moment longer. Then, one heaved himself up, with a nod to the others, and, stooping, shuffled to the ridge for a closer look.

-Official Ratheian Government Response-

Fascist rebellion with violence is intolerable. The Ratheian Air Force would be glad to send a TU-160 to level the location of the rebels. How can we assist you?

While the Commonwealth of Dougtopian States prefers not to take a public stance on, or interfere with the events in other nations, the CDS officially condemns violent revolutions as contradictory to the advancement of freedom. We will not interfere as the Ratheian government will with the processes of another government unless that government or rebellion threatens our interests.

The CDS hereby publicly condemns the operations of the militant religious rebels in Antigua, but will not offer any military support other than an embargo of weapons and other war goods to the entire region.

(signed)

The Soldiers in the Base Camp were an interesting lot.

The Sandbags around the perimeter had guns resting on them (mainly Lee-Enfield Mk IIIs), but at the "entrance" was a Lewis LMG on a bipod. The Gunner appeared to be releiving himself up against a nearby tree, whilst the other Sentries were either gambling on the outcome of a Gladiator match involving two crabs, or writing letters by torchlight.

Only one of them appeared to actually be paying attention to what was going on, and even he was showing signs of nodding off.

Most of the soldiers in the actual camp were getting drunk, or at least slacking off in some way. Several of them were chatting up some of the Island Women, with varying degrees of success.

Several Imperial Guard were playing a card game (most likely Blackjack, or Poker, knowing Roycelandians).

Suddenly, without warning, the lights in the camp went out.

"Oh... Bollocks!" one of the soldiers yelled. There was more grunting and swearing, before the generator kicked back into life and power was restored.

Various Crates could be seen stacked around the Camp- no doubt containing food, ammunition, and other "odds and sods", as the Roycelandians would refer to them.

To cut a very long story short, the camp was having "a bit of a knees-up", as they were miles from anywhere and not expecting any trouble with the Natives...

John approached the sentry post with great apprehension. Weird that such a nation would be leaving their base unguarded. Paranoia began to set in, and looking at the faces of the two men behind them he knew they had as little clue as him. With a twinge of his cheek muscles, he turned round and edged into the camp.

Meanwhile on the ridge, the other men had seen the ease at which the three had made it inside the camp.

"Haha. What the fuck does he think he's doing? What a prat."

"Hey Steve, fancy a beer?"

"Cheers ma.. oh."

The man was pointing at a crate of empties sat by the line of bags.

"Grab us a few tinnies?"

Steve stared longingly at the camp. The last spliff had made his head fuzzy, and he quite fancied something to take the edge off it. Slowly, he got up and began making his way down the ridge.

"Shit!" he mouthed. The sentry had just appeared from behind a tree. Steve froze. Then, mercifully, the lights went out.

Steve took the opportunity to sprint on his tip-toes down the rest of the ridge, jumping over the bags and lying on the floor. He pulled his sidearm and grasped it, knuckles white, as the lights came back on. The sentry appeared not to have seen him.

Cautiously rising to a crouch, he made his way around the sandbag wall, away from the checkpoint. Shouts and happy voices rose from within. Steve grinned to himself. Piece of piss to walk a crate out of here.

OOC: Sorry man, this probably still doesn't look like it's going anywhere :) On top of being a rather dreadful RPer, work's a real bind at the moment, like I think I've said, and I'm finding the time and energy to make thoughful posts a little sporadic. Sorry again dude.

John shuffled into the tent. Seemed like the Roycelandian lads knew how to have fun. Not that the Slaytaniccan camp would look much different by now. Probably with more vomit, he mused.

Faces turned to greet him, masks of surprise. Hands reached for weapons. A lump caught in the man's throat.

"Erm.. Corporal John Miller, emissary from the fourth regiment Slaytanicca," he muttered, judging the Roycelandians were probably sticklers for protocol and, in his ignorance, hamming it up completely.

He wished he had a beer.



Meanwhile, Steve was creeping roung the camp. He'd aquired a flat, half-bottle of beer and was taking careful slugs, eyes constantly darting around. His eyes rested on a crate.

"What's in here then eh?"

Eyes on the corner from which much of the sound emminated, he cautiously crossed the gap between tents. With the slowness only an afternoon of smoking hash could grant, he opened the lid.

"Fuck-ing hell!"

He lifted the Lewis gun out of the crate and inspected it. Such weapons would be worth a few bob in Slaytanicca. He studied it further, debating bringing it back as a trophy. If he could find some ammo..

"What the FUCK.."

His head span. A soldier in a red jacket stood ten yards to his right, eyes wide and indignant. Fast, heavy footsteps followed close behind..

OOC: Did I get there? :) He's stolen a beer, he's armed and in military fatigues and now he's fucking with your weapons...

OOC: Sorry Josenia, too, both for hijacking your thread and for the totally shitty way I handled that landing. If you want I'll send you a picture of my face you can kick or feed to your dog or something. Anyways, are you still up for the negotiations?

PFC Andover was reaching for his Webley Revolver as soon as he saw the Slaytannican with one of the Lewis Guns. "Drop the gun! Who the fuck are you and what do you think you're doing???" he asked, hoping the Lewis Gun wasn't loaded.

Meanwhile, in the tend, several Roycelandian Soldiers focused on John.

Finally, an NCO stood up. "TSgt Edwards, 32nd Engineers Batallion. I'm not familiar with the Slaytannic 4th Regiment. Perhaps you'd care to enlighten us."

John could hear the "snap" of pistol holsters being opened under the table.

OOC: Don't worry about the sporadicness of posts- I'm quite happy to RP this as you get time...

Steve spun to face him, but a rush of blood hit his temples and he half-fell, jerking the gun as he turned..

John was not enjoying this one bit. He faltered, and one of his companions stepped forward to offer asistance, arms still raised.

"The.."

John cut him off, regaining his composture.

"The fourth Slaytaniccan regiment, dispatched to help with the rebels. We have a diplomat currently in negotiations with the leader, you are welcome to sen.."

He was interrupted by shouts from outside.

OOC: Cheers man, thanks for understanding.

As Steve fell, Andover drew his Webley and fired a shot towards him.

The Webley Revolver fires a very powerful .455 cartridge, and the gunshot echoed across the camp.

Fortunately for PFC Andover, the Lewis Gun wasn't loaded (even the Roycelandian Army doesn't ship guns in crates with loaded magazines).

PFC Andover's bullet thudded into a crate of MREs (Meals Rejected by Ethiopiaons, as the joke in the Roycelandian Armed Forces went), but the shot had been heard and it was only a matter of time before more Imperial Guardsmen arrived with large calibre rifles and sharp, pointy bayonets.

In the tent, the shot suddenly seemed to wake everyone one. Soldiers suddenly leapt to their feet, pistols in hand. If John was paying attention, he would have noticed that the soldiers were all carrying different varieties of pistol.

TSgt Edwards was eyeing John. "I don't recall hearing anything about this, but since no-one's telling us what's going on, I guess..."

He was cut short by the gunshot.

"What the fuck was that???" he yelled, drawing his Tiger Service Revolver (a .357 Magnum with an underbarrel 12guage barrel, much like the LeMat revolver of the 1860s), and looking outside the tent...

Clutching his head, Steve hurled the gun at the man, his other hand searching on the floor for his own misplaced weapon..


The colour drained out of John's face as he heard the gunshot. With it, however, went the fear.

"You fucking bastards!" he screamed at no-one in particular. "Fucking call them off!"

The other two men looked on in horror..


On the ridge, Kev jolted out of his introspective haze. What had happened.. Steve had gone off to get beers... John had gone down to.. holy fuck, they were at a Roycelandian military base camp! And in a pile of shit.

He hauled himself up and slapped a palm on the shoulder of one of the wide-eyed men looking down.

"Get radioing to base, you stupid shit! Tell them they've engaged us!"

The Lewis Gun hit Andover square in the chest and he fell backwards, firing another shot through the tent's ceiling.

At that same moment, two Imperial Guardsmen burst into the tent, brandishing Lee-Enfield Rifles and Bayonets.

Meanwhile, TSgt Edwards turned to John. "What the hell are you on about???"

OOC: It's a bit hard to "hurl" a Lewis Gun at someone... they're a bit on the heavy side. But hey, for the sake of gameplay, we won't worry about it..

OOC: I appreciate a Lewis gun weighs a fair few pounds, and I never intended it to hit him - should of said "ineffectually shoved" or something. Still, it's only about as ridiculous as the rest of my posts I guess..

IC

Steve's hand grasped the cold metal of his 10mm pistol, and he pulled it up to point at Andover. Overbalanced through throwing the heavy machinegun, he put the elbow of his other arm on the ground to steady himself, his eyes focussed on the other man..

The second gunshot made the two men with the corporal flinch. John had begun raving.

"Stop your men shooting at my FUCKING SQUAD!" he bellowed.

Determination in his eyes, one of his companions grabbed a passing trooper by his shoulder, readying his fist to break his jaw..

"Are you fucking listening? They're shooting at us! What the fuck are.."

The man on the radio was cut short by his peripheral vision catching Kev, assault rifle in hand, crossing the peak of the ridge. The second shot had evidently inspired him to action. Dropping out of sight of the sentry post, he crawled to flank it. The remaining men in his squad had readied their weapons, and were positioning themselves at the top of the ridge..

Andover reacted quickly, throwing himself on Steve and pistol-whipping him as the other two Imperial Guardsmen "subdued" him with rifle butts.

TSgt Edwards grabbed John and cocked his pistol. "How do you know they're you're squad? If you'd come in via the front gate, then our guys wouldn't be shooting at your guys. So you're either a spy, or you lads are up to no good. All the same, I'm placing you under arrest. Johnson, Naylor, keep him covered whilst I search him..."

Meanwhile, the Camp had leapt into action, with soldiers loading rifles and running to the commotion. So far, the Slaytannicans on the ridgeline hadn't been noticed...

Steve struggled and thrashed around, firing his gun wildly into the walls of the tent. After a rather heroic struggle he now lay limp, his face a mass of puffy black flesh. Blood seeped out of his mouth, nose and several small gashes from the flurry of rifle butts.

John fiercly attempted to pull away from the strong hold.
"We were sent to gather supplies. We came across your camp. We radioed base. They said you were freindly. They sent me to talk. You shot my fucking lads!" He spat distainfully at the soldiers currently patting him down.


Lying on the ground, Kev believed he had a shot. Aiming at the man's face, and gritting his teeth so hard he swore they would splinter, he cracked off a 3-round burst at the sentry..

Two rounds went wide, the other cannoned into a sandbag. After a moment's hesitation the remaining five on the ridge opened fire..

OOC: The guy's on the ridgeline don't really have a shot, it's dark and I'm imagining your guy is pretty well dug-in. Plus feel free to mow whoever you want down before they get to fire.. they waited to see the effects of the other shot first, it's all a bit disorganised y'know : )

"We've never even heard of Slaytannica, and our troops don't fire unless fired upon. Did it occur to you that maybe one of your lads fired first?"

The sound of 5.56mm gunfire from the hills confirmed this. "Well, perhaps you'd like to explain that then?" Edwards asked John.

Meanwhile, Pvt Grumman uttered a short expletive and dived for the Lewis Gun, firing at the muzzle flashes on the ridgeline. Unfortunately for the Slaytannicans, the Lewis Gun was loaded with Tracers and Inciendiary rounds, so it was like Pvt Grumman was aiming a hose at them.

A flare went up towards the ridgeline, and Imperial Guardmen started firing their rifles at the Slaytannicans who were illuminated by the flare. The Lee-Enfield rifle might be an old design, but it's accurate, has a long range, and lots of stopping power, as the Slaytannicans were about to find out...

"Then explain those two .45 shots!" John screamed.


The men on the ridge had failed to hit a single thing. Apart from being lethargic and rather coordination-impared they were completely blinded by the phosphur streaming towards them.
The rifle fire tore them to pieces. One man caught five rounds in his chest before he fell, a red fountain exploding from his torso. Next to him a soldier was hit in his jaw, the bullet ploughing through the bone, and fell screaming, catching a round with his shoulder as he did. One man lay choking in his own blood, his throat having been punctured. Another lay dying as his stomach juices burned at his intestines. The final tumbled down the ridge with a punctured lung. Incendiary rounds fizzled around the dead and dying men, some scorching black wounds into their limbs. One man's clothes began to smoulder, then burn.

As the same moment this was unfolding, Kev had stood up, switched his 7.62 to full auto, and set himself to loose a hail of bullets at the sentry..


The man on the radio stopped, stunned. He began slowly backing off, his eyes bulging out, then turned and fled, sprinting towards base camp.

Not many people knew that the Imperial Guard's famous Red Combat jackets were actually made of Grade IV Kevlar, and it was actually one of the few Operational Secrets that Roycelandia had managed to keep from the world at large.

Unfortunately for Pvt Grumman, even Grade IV Kevlar won't stop a 5-shot burst of 7.62NATO FMJ, and he went down in a heap, silencing the Lewis Gun in the process.

Meanwhile, one of the other soldiers, sighting in his Lee-Enfield, jerked the trigger as he fired- sending the bullet on a path that would almost certainly involve it passing through both of Kev's arms...

The lack of return fire from the ridgeline suggested that the threat had been quelled, for now.

Steve and John were both marched to a pre-fab hut, having been releived of their weapons (and, in Steve's case, being given medical attention and bandaged up), and locked inside, with two Sentries on the door.

Meanwhile, a small scout party and a team of medics went up to the Ridgeline very cautiously, and were amazed to discover at least two of the Slaytannicans were still alive, stabilising their wounds, and radioing for a stretcher party...

OOC: Of course, Kev might just be lying in wait... or he might be about to become a POW. If he's sensible, of course, he's run away... ;)

Kev's triumphant smile was soon erased, and he screamed in agony as the bullet sloughed through his right elbow, the joint exploding in splinters of bone, his hands instantly dropping the rifle. Pain threatened to white out his thoughts as he collapsed backwards, but a burst adrenaline and the rapid footsteps from the camp brought him shambling to his feet. Hot rivulets of blood coursing through his fingers, he stumbled away from the camp, gripping his useless arm across his chest..

John felt a pang of sadness as he saw Steve brought in, the man barely conscious. Anger surged up once more, but the memory of Steve's state last time he had seen him troubled his thoughts. Could they have provoked the Rocyelandians? He'd heard no gunshots before the .45 fire, but even so, his mind now remained open. Confusion and frustration now dominated his mind.

"We caught your friend trying to steal a Lewis Gun. It would appear he attacked one of our men, who fired back in self-defence. Fortunately, your friend was subdued after a short struggle." TSgt Edwards explained.

"As such, we're holding both of you on suspicion of Espionage, with an additional charge of Attempted Theft of Equipment against your friend here" he continued.

"Someone started shooting at us from the ridgeline- we're not sure who at the moment- but we shot back, they stopped shooting, and a scout party has gone up to see what the situation is."

Edwards paused for effect. "Now, owing to the seriousness of your alleged crimes, you'll have to be transported back to Roycelandia for Trial. We'll have a clearer idea of the situation in the morning. The Cook will bring you some dinner shortly. Let the guards know if you need medicine. Good night, Gentlemen."

Edwards turned and left, with the door being locked behind him.

Kev heard the shouts of the troopers through the pain in his mind. He stumbled to a stop and reached for his sidearm, but the jagged agony of his manouver forced him return to his grasp to his elbow, as well as knock him to his knees. He bit through his lower lip and tore a huge breath, a blinding flare in his mind crushing his last shreds of consciousness..

The fleeing soldier who had previously called base was having slightly better luck. He made four miles in the dark at a near-sprint before dashing his shin on a fallen bough, splaying him over the ground. He winced as he got back onto his leg - something apparently had sprained. Seriously fatigued and, unbeknownst to him, two miles off course, he hobbled to a nearby dell. He attempted to radio back to base once more but heard nothing but static - something in the heavy-duty assembly had apparently given, and unfortunately the soldering iron was not standard issue for the Slaytaniccan infantryman. Cursing his luck, he pulled a battered pack of smokes from his pocket, then removed his parka and lay it over himself.

The Esteemed Empire of Roycelandia,

As you are probably aware, we have temporarily stationed troops on the isles of Antigua and Barbuda, recent victims of fascist occupation. We trust you have recieved our recent communications on the matter; we are currently enforcing a three-hundred yard clearzone around the capital, at the request of the rebels, and are engaging their leader in talks at this time. Any input from you will of course be respected to the highest degree, and we would very much appreciate a delegate from your nation attending these talks also, as you have shown an interest in helping resolve this crisis. We will be happy to oblige most nearly any request you have of us in helping this matter be closed without further loss of life or liberty.

We regret a small issue has come to our attention we believe you may be able to help us with. A squad sent to aquire supplies on the isle of Antigua came across a base camp we believe to be housing troops stationed there from your nation, at 20:35 today. We requested they act as emissaries of our nation, so that we may perhaps act in synergy and cooperation in resolving the issue. The squad has failed to report back. We would appreciate any information you may have regarding this.

Sincerely,
Jeff C Gorevomit, Slaytanicca

OOC: Grr. I'd have stuck it in a code box but I was too lazy to format it, sorry :)

To: Slaytannica
From: Imperial Defence HQ, Roycelandia

Sirs,

Reports from one of our Field Bases in Antigua/Barbuda would indicate that some of your Patrol might have inadvertently stumbled onto the Roycelandian positions in the area.

It would appear that some of your patrol infiltrated the Roycelandian supply camp and were caught snooping around, attempting to steal supplies, and attempting to steal a Lewis Light Machine Gun. When challenged, the patrol members attacked the guards, and Slaytannican troops on the ridgeline above the camp opened fire on Roycelandian sentries.

Two individuals, identified only as "John" and "Steve" are being held on suspicion of Espionage. Two others are being held as Enemy Combatants until such time as their wounds heal and we can interview them.

The two held on suspicion of Espionage will be transported to Roycelandia shortly, where they will be granted access to the Slaytannican Embassy, Legal Counsel, and Military Counsel.

We should point out that Roycelandia does not have the Death Penalty for any offence, and the maximum penalty for Espionage is 25 years imprisonment.

We trust this information will be of use to you.

[signed] Commander Jack Sword, Imperial Defence Bureau

Cmdr Jack Sword, Roycelandia;

We are terribly sorry such a misunderstanding has occured. Aquisition of supplies by the squad was strictly to be made in <town>, and the troopers were requested to simply act as emissaries to you, not spys or theives. Unfortunately we do not have records of the transmissions made to and by the squad in question; all officers involved in these communications will of course be questioned, and flown to Roycelandia if we feel they can shed any light as soon as the troubles in Antigua are over. We are overjoyed to hear there is no chance of the death penalty for these prisoners, should it be ascertained that they were at fault.
Of course, we would be grateful for any news of the other members of the squad, as they are still out of radio contact.

We hope this episode does not spoil chances of cooperating on this operation.

Sincerely,
Jeff C Gorevomit, Slaytanicca

Sirs,

We have recovered two wounded from your patrol. The whereabouts of the others are unknown at this time.

[signed] Cmdr Jack Sword

Commander,

Excellent news. Please, we beg you to treat the men well, and will gladly pay for any medical treatment they may require, as well as for your inconvieniances. We shall send a medical team as soon as a vehicle becomes available, unless of course the men are to be tried for crimes against your nation. Further patrols will be sent to find the remains of the squad, if this is acceptable to you.
We plead you be reasonable in your treatment of our prisoners. While we are still attempting to ascertain excactly what has happened, we are certain a misunderstanding has occured, and that a proportion of the blame can be placed on our own lack of planning.


OOC: I guess there's not much we can do here until Josenia turns up unless we carry on anticipating the end of the occupation, although I guess that could be confusing if something else happens on the island. Up to you dude!

OOC: Yeah... I'm not really sure where this can go from here. Josenia isn't coming back, I think... any ideas?

OOC: Arrgh, erm well we could cut straight to after the incident, when you've removed them back to Roycelandia I guess. You've got five POWs, I believe, unless you want that MIA squaddy (or we could save him for a sideline incase Josenia returns - actually that might be a bit rude..) If so I guess we should probably start a new thread. I'm easy dude, it's up to you.

OOC: How about we start a new thread, with the captured troops back in Roycelandia and the Slaytannican Special Forces trying to rescue them as the Government tries to work out some sort of deal to free them?

OOC: How about we start a new thread, with the captured troops back in Roycelandia and the Slaytannican Special Forces trying to rescue them as the Government tries to work out some sort of deal to free them?
OOC: Hmm. I'm not sure my government would attempt that. I'm not saying they wouldn't, and certainly a militia or other extra-governmental organisation might. I'll have a think man. Inconsequential details aside, it sounds like a damn good idea!