NationStates Jolt Archive

East Island, 50 Miles Northeast of Doomingsland Military Base

In a dimly lit room, the generals assembled and sat in their designated seats to be addressed, as a silence fell over the room. At the head of the long table, General Gilbert Golbez stood, his massive shadow towering over them. He stood at an impressive 6'5", weighed over 250 lb., and had a scrupulously waxed blond mustache, a meticulously shaved, hairless, pointed chin, fuzzy muttonchop sideburns, a long aquiline nose, glassy blue eyes like painted marbles, thick, bushy, slanted eyebrows that always looked like they were frowning, a gleaming bald head, a flat six-packed abdomen, a barrel-shaped chest, and muscular arms. He had long, tapered fingers and iron-hard, work-grimed fists capable of rendering a man unconscious with one swift blow. His uniform was decorated with virtually every medal and military honor ever conceived. In terms of both physical stature and military rank, he was the tallest man in the room.
"What did you call us here for, Golbez?" griped General Edmund Warfield. Although he and Golbez were cordial toward one another in public, neither really trusted the other.
"President J.L. can no longer be trusted," Golbez announced in his stern, raspy, booming voice. His face contorted into an expression of enmity, his eyes narrowing as they glittered with malice. "We must act in our best interest to save our country."
"Save our country?" echoed another general, repeating the words as if he had never heard them before. "What do you m-"
"J.L. is too dangerous. He is a deceptive, opportunistic traitor, an utter disgrace to this magnificent land for which scores of generations have bled, killed, and died to ensure the survival of. He has undermined centuries of our most cherished traditional values, threatening the very existence of our fair land. He is a menace."
The generals all exchanged skeptical glances, stared vacantly at Golbez for a few seconds, and burst out laughing, like a bunch of drunks in a bar who have just heard a particularly witty dirty joke.
Golbez glowered, weighing them down with his hawk-like, predatory gaze, until they regained their composure and silenced themselves.
"J.L. has desecrated our beautiful flag," Golbez continued. "To think that he, a great hero who liberated our country from the yoke of communism, only to begin coddling leftists, bending over backwards to win communists' praise, and coexist with those subhuman scumbags." He briefly summarized some of J.L.'s recent decisions, such as the legalization of the RB Communist Party, the release of all communists from prison, amnesty to communists, reparations to the families of communists who had been tortured or killed, and President J.L.'s steadfast efforts to maintain benign relations with the Marxist nations of the world. "Communism has erased millions of lives in RB alone, and hundreds of millions more worldwide! It is a scourge, a plague, an endemic virus which has infected the minds of billions, and caused incalculable suffering, vastly beyond our realms of comprehension! J.L. has witnessed its barbarity firsthand, even lost his family to it, and yet now he wants 'friendship,' 'reconciliation,' and all that hogwash. He is clearly no longer interested in our security. Appeasement and cowardice are his government's norm."
Golbez cleared his throat and continued.
"Moreover, J.L.'s purported patriotism is but a hoax," he said. "In spite of all his pro-RB fervor, he has illegally entangled our nations in our conflicts than I can count, squandered our hard-working taxpayers' money aiding other nations during crises of no concern to us, and even permits those mongrels to maintain military bases and armed forces in our country!" By now Golbez was nearly shouting. "Now, we have this odious 'Southeast Asia Treaty Organization,' which drastically erodes our sovereignty, undermines our security, and even allows coddling of communists. J.L. has gone too far this time. He is a despicable and uncaring man. He has degraded RB to a level that it can no longer be rightfully called 'RB.' Which is why I invited you gentlemen here."
Golbez placed a document on the table. He handed the general next to him a pen. "Sign your name on the bottom if you are with me, and then pass it down," he instructed.
Without a word, the general scribbled his signature and passed it on. A few minutes later, the document reached General Warfield, who paused and looked over it, pondering whether or not to sign.
"What will it be, Warfield?" Golbez asked.
Warfield stood. "No," he said, standing firm and maintaining eye contact with Golbez, refusing to budge an inch. "This is treason. Whatever J.L.'s faults may be, he is a decent, patriotic, honest man, and I cannot betray him. My country, right or wr-"
Warfield slumped to the ground, dropping to his knees and collapsing face-first onto the floor after the bullet burrowed into his forehead and pierced his brain. Smoke emanated from his head and engulfed the air above him.
Putting away his smoking revolver, Golbez pocketed the document and said, "So, it is agreed then, gentlemen, that we shall secede?"
No one spoke. Everyone nodded mutely.
Golbez grinned. The grin was wry, callous, and cynical. "Splendid," he said. "I shall mail this to 'President' J.L.' right away."

Department of Diplomacy, RB City

Chong Moua had just put on his coat when his fax machine began beeping. He snatched the sheet of paper from it and began leafing through it, hastily scanning its contents. When he did, he was so overwhelmed by shock that his knees buckled, his hand became numb, and his cup of coffee slipped from his fingers, crashing to the ground and disintegrating upon contact, shattering to hundreds of pieces. He stared vacantly at the wall, dazed, disorientated, and light-headed. A few minutes later, he snapped back to attention, ran over to the phone, and began dialing.

Presidential Palace, RB City (One hour later)

President J.L. scanned the document. It read, in part:

To us has been afforded the courage to stand steadfast in firm and confront the evils of appeasement, cowardice, and treachery. To us has been granted the privilege to secede from this now-tainted land and forge Roach-Busters anew, bringing forth a new Roach-Busters based on the ideals envisioned, embraced, and practiced by our founders. A Roach-Busters that rejects the doctrines of appeasement of communism, entangling alliances, interventionism and adventurism abroad, and undermining of security and sovereignty at home. We hereby claim the East Island sovereign territory of our new political organization, the Roach-Busters First Party. The East Island is now an independent nation governed by us, and guided by the hand of God. When time goes by, history will vindicate us, and future historians will agree unanimously that we were right. We are sorry we must go, but enough is enough. Farewell.

"Damn it," J.L. muttered, balling his hands into tight, clenched fists. For once, he was at a loss of words, unable to string a coherent sentence together, unable to voice his thoughts. He could do nothing but repeat once again, "Damn it."
"Sir?" Moua asked. "Sir, w-what should we do?"
"I don't know," J.L. said. "Military action would not look good from a global perspective. Let, letting them secede without a word of protest would show indecisiveness and cowardice. And yet...how do we know what sort of government they will form? What of the Doomingsland base on East Island soil? What if they feel compelled to extend their reach further, adding additional islands to their collection, until we are left with nothing? Damn it... resolving this without bloodshed is going to border on the impossible."
"Why not deploy a small contingent of troops to the island to capture Golbez and his collaborators?" Moua suggested.
"Maybe. But we don't know how dangerous he is. What if he retaliates against our intervention by attacking innocent citizens? We can't risk losing any innocent lives."
"As you said, sir, it will be nearly impossible to resolve this without losing any lives," Moua said.
"I know...I just..." He thought carefully. "Mr. Moua, call Lester at the Department of War. I want all our troops on full alert. Tomorrow, I will convene a meeting with Congress to discuss a possible blockade."

East Island, General Golbez's Headquarters

"I am counting on you, General Adams," Golbez said. "I expect every Doomingslandian weeded out of that base by tomorrow morning, and the base to be completely dismantled. Take no prisoners. Resort not to handcuffs, but to bullets. Their presence has sealed their doom."
"Yes, sir," Adams said, and left to begin mobilizing his squadron.
"And you," Golbez said, turning to another general. "Prepare for the invasion of the Northeast Island. I'll be expecting results."
"Yes, sir."

To be continued...

(OOC: Please, no nukes, and no deploying ridiculously huge numbers of troops. 10,000 is the absolute limit.)

OOC:Ooooh! Now I get to massacre people trying to attack me, and crucify all of their survivors!!!!111111

IC:

Ft. Aulus, Roach-Busters

It was a fairly normal day at the marine base of Ft. Aulus, the men had bayonet practice on criminals that they purchased from random countries, gunned down pidgeons with .50 caliber machineguns, and ate the remains. The typical Doomingslandian.

There was an entire Marine Division stationed on the large base complex, 20,000 men strong, along with attack helicopters, fighters, and armored vehicles.

A massive steel reinforced concrete wall surrounded the base, which was mostly below ground. Machineguns were hidden throughout the area, in addition to anti-tank positions. Most of this was out of sheer paranoia. It pays to be paranoid sometimes.

The base commander was a hardened general by the name of Marius Julianus. He had fought in many wars, and claimed his fair share of skulls along the way. He would prove a difficult opponent for the rebel forces about to attack the base, which was already on a heightened state of alert due to the war in Sovieten.

Like veteran hunters, the secessionist troops slowly, stealthily, and silently crept through the jungle from all different directions, encircling the Doomingslandian base.
"We must proceed with caution," General Adams said. "Doomingslandians are absolutely merciless in battle. They strive for nothing short of total victory, regardless of the expenditure in lives. They're battle-hardened, always on their guard, and armed to the teeth. This ain't gonna be easy."
He radioed the coordinates to the other parties, gave the signal, and over fifty M1A4 "King Abrams" tanks rolled into view and began pummeling the wall around the base with firepower, bombarding it with a barrage of powerful blasts, as hundreds of screaming, rampaging troops ran madly, rashly, and ballistically toward the base, armed with HSM Submachine Guns, HSR-40A Sniper Rifles, Tavor Assault Rifles, Negev Light Machine Guns, and other deadly weapons. They launched an all-out, no-holds-barred assault, charging toward the base with nothing on their minds but the pleasing thought of dying a bloody death, surrounded by the moldering corpses of their fallen enemies.

Yo, I will join in and send like 1 Division once i have time to read the RP.

To: Skar Tactical Inc.
From: President J.L.

Hello, Skar, old friend. I have a job for you. It will be arduous, incredibly dangerous, risky, and more formidable than any other challenge you have ever faced during your career. A lesser man could not accomplish this mission. You are perhaps the only man skillful enough to accomplish this. Your objective is the assassination of General Gilbert Golbez. It won't be easy. He has over 100,000 troops, including tens of thousands surrounding his headquarters, a small but lethal airforce, and squadrons of tanks, antiaircraft artillery, and much more. Should you succeed, I will pay you the sum of one trillion dollars. Please notify me if you are interested.

The Imperial Palace-Scardomin City

You majesty, we're live in 5-4-3-2

"My fellow Inkanans. Today an act of treason was commited against one of our closest allies, Roach-Busters. This is not something we shall stand for. I have asked Defense Council to send manpower and material to RB, the decision took no longer than 2 hours. As you hear this one hundred C-56 Transports are bringing the 3rd Imperial Parabrigade along with weapons to Roach-Busters. We must tell these rebels that we are not weak, democracies like RB and Inkana will not stand for such acts of Treason. Good night, and Allah Bless."

Roach-Busters thanks Inkana and Nutropinia for their support.

-President J.L.

www.geocities.com/mr_whud/rb_map.bmp

OOC: MUAHAHAHA, now I can take over RB. Im sending 25 million men. I mean...

IC:
Official Imperial Communique

To: Roach Busters
From: Chancellor Licinius

We have a military base in RB. We will immediatly ready these men for combat.

End Transmission

To: Skar Tactical Inc.
From: President J.L.

Hello, Skar, old friend. I have a job for you. It will be arduous, incredibly dangerous, risky, and more formidable than any other challenge you have ever faced during your career. A lesser man could not accomplish this mission. You are perhaps the only man skillful enough to accomplish this. Your objective is the assassination of General Gilbert Golbez. It won't be easy. He has over 100,000 troops, including tens of thousands surrounding his headquarters, a small but lethal airforce, and squadrons of tanks, antiaircraft artillery, and much more. Should you succeed, I will pay you the sum of one trillion dollars. Please notify me if you are interested.
To-J.L.
From-Skar

No problem. I'll be over on the next flight in.

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Ft. Aulus

The thick concrete walls held for a few hours, long enough for the men manning them to pull back to better positions. A few were killed when the walls collapsed. When the rebels entered the base, they'd initialy find it empty. Or was it?

Suddenly, fire from concealed bunkers errupted, filling the gap in the wall with lead. The M1A4s were met with fire from M10A1 Imperators. The weak 120mm ETC rounds from the King would be no match, especialy since there were 100 more Imperators than Kings. The massive 145mm shells flew from the tanks, colliding with the M1A4s. A contingent of M11 Legionnaries also layed down fire on the gap, pouring thousands of 25mm HEI rounds from their GAU12 gattling guns.

Over 20,000 marines poured all of their fire on the gap, making advancing nearly impossible, especialy with all of the mines planted. If any rebel was unfortunate enough to advance beyond that carnage, he would be impaled by several marines with bayonets, decapitated, and his head thrown at his comrades. Only a small number of marines were initialy killed.

bump

"Oh, sh**, retreat!"
Nearly choking with panic, the rebels turned tail and fled, scrambling out of there as quickly as they could. One of them tripped, and was immediately trampled to death by hordes of his scurrying comrades. Another stepped on a mine, activating it and generating an explosion that sent limbs flying and blood spurting everywhere. All around them lay bloody, mutilated, dying allies, as well as hundreds of dead rebels. These Doomingslandians were clearly not the kind of people you wanted to f*** with.
"Damn it, call in an air strike!" bellowed General Adams.
Minutes later, 25 of each of the following took flight and began their journey to the Doomingslanian base to launch their counterattack: SZ-1 "Vulture" fighter aircraft; F-102 "Numen VI" ZFighter Jet; F/A-91B "Savage" Multi-Role Aircraft; Skyshark SZ-3; F3000 “Rapier” Air Superiority Fighter; and F/A-32 Tomahawk Advanced Tactical Fighter Aircraft.

Rebel losses
1,341 killed
675 wounded
19 missing

President Holtz was asleep in his chair in his office, dreaming of dancing pepperoni pizza. Suddenly he was awoken by the sound of loud, frantic footsteps. He opened his eyes to see one of his aides offering him a report from intelligence. President Holtz took the report and scrolled down it. He then put the paper down and burrowed his face into his hands. He then sent a telegram to RB.

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To: President J.L. of Roach-Busters
From: President Holtz of Holy Paradise
Subject: Civil War
My friend, although my country has been fighting recently we will stop at nothing to help you in reuniting Roach-Busters. We will stand by you in your darkest hours or our darkest hours. We will aid you in anyway. Congress has voted 535 to 0 on supporting you. And once you officially declare war on the traitors, we will follow suit. 10,000 of our troops are standing by, and more will be deployed if nessacery.

To: The Hon. President John Holtz
From: President J.L.

Thank you. 10,000 will be perfect. Please deploy them to the East Island, near the Doomingslandian base.

President Holtz was asleep in his chair in his office, dreaming of dancing pepperoni pizza.

Lol :p

President Holtz read the reply from President J.L. "Right away, my friend." he thought outloud. He then ordered the deployment of the following forces to the East Island:

10,000 HP troops
75 Holy Paradise Elite Tanks
10 Alabama class Destroyers
15 F-18As

They left quickly for the East Island. About 6 hours later(due to the improvement of boats), the forces arrived at the island.

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

Mr. J.L., we are prepared to send one of our operable fleets to help in the shutting up of East Island. We require a map of East Island to figure our a strategy and if we should send anymore of our ships. Also, any estimates of enemy forces would be greatly appreciated. But I must warn you in advance that the Rosian Navy is undergoing a massive refit. So if that fleet is sunk, we might not able to send anymore. Do you accept?
General Alexander Roska
Rosian Minister of War and Big Shiny Things
http://www.calguard.ca.gov/ia/kuzmuk.gif

As the rebels retreated, they suddenly screeched to a halt as they were cut off by Holy Paradisian troops.
"S***! We're surrounded!"
They opened fire on the Holy Paradisians, even though they were outnumbered 100-1.
Just when doom seemed imminent, the jets arrived and began bombarding the area with napalm.
"We're saved!"

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

Mr. J.L., we are prepared to send one of our operable fleets to help in the shutting up of East Island. We require a map of East Island to figure our a strategy and if we should send anymore of our ships. Also, any estimates of enemy forces would be greatly appreciated. But I must warn you in advance that the Rosian Navy is undergoing a massive refit. So if that fleet is sunk, we might not able to send anymore. Do you accept?
General Alexander Roska
Rosian Minister of War and Big Shiny Things
http://www.calguard.ca.gov/ia/kuzmuk.gif

We accept. Thank you very much.

(OOC: There's a map on the previous page.)

Army Chief Hal Luxton monitored the reports coming in of the second Civil War in Roach-Busters.

"Damn them," Luxton muttered. General Antonius Santius, a former Sancaphrax Army general who was advising the Sarzonian army and served as a liaison between the rank-and-file in uniform and the suits in the soon-to-be military command complex in Saugerties walked up to Luxton.

"What's wrong Hal?"

"There's another civil war over in Roach-Busters. Seems J.L.'s in over his head. Again."

"No time to panic, Hal."

"We've only got 7,500 troops and a few tanks over there. We just finished rebuilding our base over there that damn Ruskin demolished."

"Seventy five hundred troops that have been newly trained and equipped," Santius reminded Luskin. He wasn't hired to revitalize the Sarzonian army for nothing. His training methods and his dialogue with Vice President for Defense John Newman led to a massive influx of new equipment and training for an army that lagged behind the Navy for a long time.

"Who's commanding over there," Santius asked.

"Colonel Ruth Hunt," Luxton replied.

Santius grimaced. Hunt had little combat experience, but then again, only Lt. General Dent had much combat experience, and that was battling Branwynian rebels. And his exploits weren't that successful until the Granzian army and Mauiwowean forces came into the picture. He figured Hunt would have to do.

"Very well. We're going to have to figure out how to get our army some combat experience somehow," Santius said. "Now's as good a time as any."

Luxton grimaced. For a consultant, Santius knew how to push his buttons to get him to do what the foreign-born general wanted.

"All right. I'll call J.L."

He called the Roach-Busters president and told him the army and Colonel Hunt would be on the way to offer their help. She had 500 D-15 StormForce tanks and some of the hand-held missile launchers they began to develop after capturing some of the Branwynian rebel launchers. She would take the Sarzonian army into combat and hopefully begin to make a name for the army that was similar to the one the navy already had.

"Holy S***!" screamed a soldier as jets bombarded the force witth napalm. Men were killed by the bombardment and enemy fire. But just in time, the F-18As arrived. "Come on, boys, let's kick some ass!" the flight commander exclaimed. The HP jets began firing away on the jets, trying to give the troops so time to find cover.

We appreciate everyone's help. Thank you very much.

-President J.L.

We appreciate everyone's help. Thank you very much.

-President J.L.
No problem
-President Holtz.

"Holy S***!" screamed a soldier as jets bombarded the force witth napalm. Men were killed by the bombardment and enemy fire. But just in time, the F-18As arrived. "Come on, boys, let's kick some ass!" the flight commander exclaimed. The HP jets began firing away on the jets, trying to give the troops so time to find cover.

HP missiles skidded through the air, crashing into the rebel jets with meticulous accuracy. Explosions lit up the sky like fireworks, and damaged jets tumbled to the earth and skidded across the ground, running over enemy soldiers before bursting into flames and raining debris everywhere, producing even more fire. Flames scorched the tall grass and spread rapidly. The two opposing forces both exchanged shots, as massive explosions rocketed the air and filled the sky with billowing clouds of smoke. Another RB jet was hit, and it spiralled through the air like a top, before plummeting to the ground in a sea of flames.

As the air battle raged onward, HP troops scoured for cover and tried to keep the rebels on the defensive. Meanwhile, 2 F-18As were shot down by 2 rebel missiles. Finally, HP tanks rolled in on the battle and began firing away at the rebels. So far, 521 HP troops were dead and 2 F-18As had been downed.

Troops on both sides screamed in horror as they caught on fire from the impacts of the destroyed jets.

Rebel Losses
17 jets
2,302 killed (total)
1,908 wounded
65 missing

(HP and Doom, please post your losses)

New total losses:
791 HP troops killed
1,052 wounded
3 F-18As shot down
4 HP Elite tanks destroyed.

((OOC: Let's pretend the fleet is already there. And if you want to know how much a Rosian Fleet has, look at my Factbook :) ))

The 1st Rosian Fleet. Flagship, the CRS Rose of course. One of the fleets fully prepared to assualt anyone and anything. Now, the strange thing is that these ships are completely of Hamptonian design. Ironic isn't it? It doesn't matter, it was one of the best damn ships in the world. Well, according to the Rosian Naval Command anyway. The Admiral of this grand fleet? Admiral Wilhem von Sturgem. Fitting that a German leads it isn't it?

The carriers were abuzz with activity. Half of the R/F-91s on top of the CRS Rose were already taking off to provide patrols around the fleet. 10 of the R/B-91s aboard the CRS Rose were armed with one giant Napalm bomb and four 500 pounders.

They took off towards the forest surrounding the embattled Doomlandian Fort. The Rosian Bombers were about to do something they could never do to their own Island, burn down a forest.

"This is B-5 to Rose, we have the forest on target, we are preparing to drop our payload... now." The Napalm bombs were released on the peaceful forest. It burned, and it burned all right. The other 4 bombs on each R/B-91 were released on various rebel armor pieces. Such as those fancy King Abrams.

The R/F-91s on patrol, around 16 of them, spotted enemy aircraft. They were armed with standard 4 Sidewinders and one small bomb. Never knew when you had to bomb something.

"Well well, these rebels want to mess with us? Eat snake!" The pilot released a sidewinder towards one of the enemy aircraft and the other R/F-91s proceeded to do the same one the other aircraft.

"HP Aircraft this F-1. Go back to your Destroyers, we have over 100 planes we can handle this. But if you want to help, it'd be much appreciated." A small chuckle. "Over."

The ocean was busy also. Every big ship, including battleships, cruisers, and destroyers, were ordered to blockade the Island so that enemy forces wouldn't enter or leave. It would begin.

Yes it would.

From Wilhem von Sturgem-To President J.L.:

Do we bombard any cities on East Island or do you want them intact?
Because we can bomb anything you order us to do.
-Admiral Wilhem von Sturgem of The First Rosian Fleet

((OOC: Let's pretend the fleet is already there.))

The 1st Rosian Fleet. Flagship, the CRS Rose of course. One of the fleets fully prepared to assualt anyone and anything. Now, the strange thing is that these ships are completely of Hamptonian design. Ironic isn't it? It doesn't matter, it was one of the best damn ships in the world. Well, according to the Rosian Naval Command anyway. The Admiral of this grand fleet? Admiral Wilhem von Sturgem. Fitting that a German leads it isn't it?

The carriers were abuzz with activity. Half of the R/F-91s on top of the CRS Rose were already taking off to provide patrols around the fleet. 10 of the R/B-91s aboard the CRS Rose were armed with one giant Napalm bomb and four 500 pounders.

They took off towards the forest surrounding the embattled Doomlandian Fort. The Rosian Bombers were about to do something they could never do to their own Island, burn down a forest.

"This is B-5 to Rose, we have the forest on target, we are preparing to drop our payload... now." The Napalm bombs were released on the peaceful forest. It burned, and it burned all right. The other 4 bombs on each R/B-91 were released on various rebel armor pieces. Such as those fancy King Abrams.

The R/F-91s on patrol, around 16 of them, spotted enemy aircraft. They were armed with standard 4 Sidewinders and one small bomb. Never knew when you had to bomb something.

"Well well, these rebels want to mess with us? Eat snake!" The pilot released a sidewinder towards one of the enemy aircraft and the other R/F-91s proceeded to do the same one the other aircraft.

"HP Aircraft this F-1. Go back to your Destroyers, we have over 100 planes we can handle this. But if you want to help, it'd be much appreciated." A small chuckle. "Over."

The ocean was busy also. Every big ship, including battleships, cruisers, and destroyers, were ordered to blockade the Island so that enemy forces wouldn't enter or leave. It would begin.

Yes it would.

From Wilhem von Sturgem-To President J.L.:

Do we bombard any cities on East Island or do you want them intact?
Because we can bomb anything you order us to do.
-Admiral Wilhem von Sturgem of The First Rosian Fleet "Affirmative. We're heading back right now." The remaining F-18As headed back to the fleet.

From Wilhem von Sturgem-To President J.L.:

Do we bombard any cities on East Island or do you want them intact?
Because we can bomb anything you order us to do.
-Admiral Wilhem von Sturgem of The First Rosian Fleet

Please refrain from bombing the cities. I want to minimize civilian casualties. We believe there may be a hidden rebel base in the southeastern tip of the island. Our intelligence has confirmed that the rebels are sending thousands of reinforcements, including tanks, to attack the HP troops. They may need back-up.

-President J.L.

(OOC: I have to go. Sorry, but I'm having a really hard time right now, and I don't feel up to RPing. :( I'll TG you guys about it if you want me to. See you later.)

Hunt looked at the situation grimly. She had a full 9,000 troops at the base, but 1,500 were considered a skeleton crew needed to ensure the safety of Sarzonia's base in Roach-Busters. She also realized her forces had very little in the way of pure combat experience, and the most experienced troops in the Sarzonian army were in Branwyn and were likely exhausted from a protracted war.

"Looks like it's up to us," she told Major Deanna Grevey, her second in command.

"I guess so," Grevey responded. "Listen, we're going to have to affect the outcome of this without resorting to a pure firefight."

"No shit, Sherlock," Hunt said sarcastically.

"Bear with me for a moment Ruth," Grevey said. "We've got a good set of special ops people, do we not?"

Hunt thought for a moment. "Yes, and?"

"Why don't we use them to disrupt rebel supply lines and power supplies and that will eventually wear them down and force them to fight for their survivals or die trying."

Hunt slapped her forehead with her left hand. Why didn't I think of that, she thought.

"I see your point. I think we're going to have to do that but then be prepared in the event they find our position and attack."

"Already thought of that," Grevey said. "What we do is we take 1,500 of our troops who are particularly well trained in special ops and find their key supply lines. Have them attack the lines with the hand-held missile launchers and set up about 50 StormForces ready to support them with heavy fire. Hopefully, they'll think they're facing a much larger force and we'll get a surprise kill."

"I like your thinking Dee," Hunt said. "Perhaps we can add some snipers in various positions to make it look like we're coming at them from several directions at once."

"Exactly," Grevey said.

The troops began their trek toward the site that satellite images told them would be where the key supply lines to the rebels would be located. They set up shop with the tanks as well-camoflagued as possible and with snipers holding rifles and hand-held missile launchers ready to wreak havoc on the supply lines.

"Here they come," a corporal whispered to Hunt.

"Steady, steady." The supply convoy slowly emerged into view. She realized her window of opportunity was narrow and she had to take advantage of her chances at once.

"Fire!"

The troops unleashed their fire aimed toward the supply convoy, while the snipers took aim at the soldiers providing an escort. The hand-held missile launchers targeted the armored vehicles, while the tanks did the same. They hoped to force the surrender of the supply convoy and then take the supplies back to the base.

"All right see ya boys. This is F-1 to Rose, we'll need some 35s out here, about 10."

Silence, then a response. "All right, careful with them. We had to steal them from the American Government."

F-1 chuckled. "Yeah yeah. Just send them over."

10 F-35s, coming from various Roska Class Carriers, flew over to the other 10 R/F-91s on patrol. They would support them. And like the R/F-91 they were armed with 4 Sidewinders and a small bomb. Just for this patrol of course. Never knew what could happen.

Meanwhile the 10 R/B-91s that rained destruction upon the forest returned to the CRS Rose. 5 R/B-91s, escorted by 10 R/F-1s would fly towards southeastern East Island to see if there really was a base. After a few minutes, since the Island was so small, the group, now labeled "FB Group", arrived.

"This is F-11 to Rose. I don't see any base."

Silence. "Exactly. It's hidden. F-11, instruct your fighters not the bombers to drop their bombs. We might able to see any activity confirming there's a base."

"All right, out. F Squad, drop your 500 pounders on the following coordinates. We'll see if there's a base here or not, over and out."

The 10 R/F-91s escorting the 5 R/B-91s dropped their small 500 pounders on the supposed base. If it works, it could lure out any activity from the area.

To: President J.L.
From: President Aron Christopher

I'm sorry, but I can't send much. I fear the summit in Diosono may not go as well as planned and I need my forces there. I've sent the AS Domingo Nimitz Carrier to help you along with the rest of the 1st Fleet. Hope it helps, sorry I couldn't send more.

1st Fleet
5,000 Troops
1 Nimitz Class Carrier (Fully loaded with F/A-18s)
3 Spruance Class Destroyers
2 Ticonderoga Cruisers
3 Oliver Hazard Perry Destroyer/Frigate
2 Arleigh Burke AEGIS Destroyer

"It's go time, boys!" Shouted Colonel Helelf over the C-56's engine. Soon the air was filled with the dark red parachutes of the Inkanan Parainfantry Brigade. Once on the ground they were met with some small arms fire, but that was delt with easily. The 500-strong unit then secured a LZ, in case of any casulaties.

Aefland department of foreign affairs:

The department of foreign affairs strongly recommends that all people of Aefland nationality should leave RB as soon as possible. Due to the outbreak of hostilities between goverment and rebel forces including the involvement of a number of foreign states the Aefland goverment can no longer grant the security of it's citizens in RB. The deparment of foreign affairs also recommends to cancel planned journeys to RB until security and peace is established again.

Sanctaphrax have held a vote, and by an overwhelming majority voted to come to their ally R-B's help. Since our military is currently going through an overhaul, we cannot send you any military aid. We can however give you 20% off instead of the standard 10% in our storefront whilst hostilities ensue. Also, we will send over 20 Mercy Class Hospital Ships. They will be used in case your hospitals cannot handle the amount of wounded. They will also be used for all R-B allies in this conflict. We also send over $20 Bn for medical supplies, arms, and anything else conflict related.

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Would any nation like to have my help? I will help the invading forces!! Or Known as the liberal Army

"Enemy aircraft inbound."

"Affirmative."

Fifty M11 Air Defence Vehicles came online, and began peppering away at the fighters with their 25mm gattling guns, and launching stinger missiles. Each of them had 8 stingers each, and would be more than a match for the rebel airforce. However, a few of the fighters got through, and two bunkers went up in flames as bombs slammed into them. The tanks then surged forward, running over the fleeing rebels, firing into the retreating mass with 7.62mm miniguns, and .50 gattling guns mounted on remote gun pods. Legionarrie IFVs also came in along side them, spraying into the mass of rebels with 25mm gattling guns, while the air defence vehicles continued to cover the advance. Any wounded rebels unfortunate enough to be found by the marines were dragged over to a large area where more prisoners were held to await a gruesome fate.

A total of 50 marines have been killed by small arms and bombing, while another 100 have been wounded.

OOC:You can post how many I captured, this is gonna be good.

As the allied jets from TIOF began slaughtering the rebel aircraft, HP soldiers continued fighting as enemy and friendly aircraft crashed into the ground. Almost the whole battlefield was covered with wreckage or dead men. "God, 10,000 soldiers isn't going to enough in this war. We need more men," the commander of the HP forces thought as he watched the battle from the infirmary nearby. He decided to telegram President J.L. and ask him to give President Holtz permission to send at the most 20,000 more troops along with artillary, air, and naval support:

To: President J.L. of Roach-Busters
From: Brig. Gen. Mark Blaze of the Holy Paradise Army
Sub:Permission for HP to send reinforcements
Mr. President, the situation is not good. We need at the most 20,000 more troops along with more artillery, air, and naval support from HP. I ask that you give President Holtz permission to do so.

To: President J.L.
From: President Jack Kordo II

The people of Kordo humbly request permission to send troops to aid you in fighting the rebellion. We are willing to send the 1st Mountain Division along with the third fleet to assist you if you require it. We would be honored to stand next to our allies in their time of need.

"Okay boys, from herre out, we're completely silent, only signs now."

3rd Platoon was on patrol. Their mission was to locate the enemy without being seen, and report back to base so air strikes could be commensed from the 22nd Carrier Task Force, stationed about 45 milies offshore. The 1st Parainfantry Regiment has been taught by the ROK 'Tiger' Division after the Vietnam war ended, they have a wealth of knowledge in COIN operations.

Three hours into the patrol, the men heard a crack, they thought a tree branch had falled, but soon the entire foresst was filled with gunfire.

"Hit the dirt!"
Already there were shouts of:
"Medic!" and "Corpsman up!"
But the platoon fought on, small as they might have been, they were special forces, and they knew their stuff. Finally the 1st Platoon arrived to reinforce the 2nd, and they drove the Insurgents back.

Losses:
6 Killed(its a platoon, damnit)
9 Wounded
0 Missing

((OOC: Doom, you do realize I just utterly bombed the forest surrounding your base right?))

The last entry from the journal of Pvt. Harry Lington, HP Army:
RL date: November 15, 2004

The carnage......its....its horrible. I've seen the blood of my friends and allies along with my enemies spilled onto the ground together by the bullets of M16s, M60s, shrapenel, explosions, and the impact of shot down airplanes. I can't take it. I've already killed 3 men. I feel both proud yet disgusted with myself. My God, why do we have to hate each other to the point that we go to war with each other. But then again, sometimes peace can only be kept alive through war.

Private Harry Lington, 43rd Division of the Holy Paradisian Arm(He was then shot dead by enemy gunfire.)

I will be sending the 1st Fleet from Stiovia to aid in the blockade of East Island, this force consists of:

1 Juggernaught Class Dreadnaught
2 Vengence Class Supercarriers
3 Glacier Class Aircraft Carriers
4 Roydia RefitA Class Battleships
4 Helina Class Battlecruisers
6 Carthage Class Air Defense Cruisers
6 Triara Class Light Cruisers
8 Portlandia Class Missile Cruisers
8 Swiftsure Class Destroyers
10 Adari Class Air Defense Destroyers
10 Atlantia Class AEGIS Destroyers
12 Champlain Class Frigates
12 Lionfish Class Missile Frigates
4 Emden Class Amphibious Assault Ships
6 Spirit Class Submarines
6 Seawolf Class Submarines
20 Executor Class Combat Logistics Ships
6 Perrigon Class Minesweepers

((OOC: Doom, you do realize I just utterly bombed the forest surrounding your base right?))
OOC:I was running them down as they turned, it's fluid time, remember?

The fleet had arrived and was transporting 10,000 men past the blockade in to help RB.

(OOC: G2G)

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"This is Osprey Leader Gold, Red leader do you copy?"
"Red Leader here, all my aircraft are accounted for"
"As are mine"
"Let's roast this Turkey"*

Two squadrons of B-27s rose from the deck of the Supercarrier RIN Selim III. Their mission: To join the bombing of rebel positions around the South tip of East Island, flying above them were a squadron of F-92 Sea Hounds. They were soon over their target, Flak burst all around them, but they were used to this. Inkana's Naval Pilots have been involved in every war and wargame Inkana been in.

"Bombs away!"

Soon the forest was filled with hundredss of mini-explosions from over 80 Cluster bombs. Their mission complete, they returned back to the carrier. One of the Osprey's wings had a few holes in it, but that could be repaired quickly. Missions like these would commense all through the night, and into the next day.

*Not the nation

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The battle raged on with no end in sight. To return the amount of living and healthy troops to 10,000, about 4,000 more HP troops arrived with 15 tanks. They attacked the rebels' flanks, trying to surround them and force them to surrender.

Total Casualties:
1,942 troops dead
3,052 troops wounded
14 tanks destroyed
3 F-18As shot down

[Hmm, I would like to help in some water / air action, be it disrupting supply lines or weakening patrols inbetween rebel islands.]

Presidente Fonzi Jewitt looked over at his report on nearly every little problem around the world and stopped when he got to the "Domestic Issues and Conflicts" Section. "Roach-Busters. I've heard of them, havn't I?" he asked his Councilari. She looked up at him after a quick secound of thought and replied "Yes, The Zoogie People are allies with them, very strong last time I heard." He looked at the report. Many powerful nations were already helping, and surely victory was in sight. "Send a T-Boat Division, maybe an Aegir Division? But I want something in the waters, not their territorial borders, but international coastal borders, close as you can get. I also want the President of each aiding nation and R.B. themselves contacted with my propossal." She looked at him. "You, well, we, have had no past relations but a confretation with thier President when the Zoogies had thier two billion population party. And even then you two ended up shooting potatoes and cheese at each other." She smiled at saying that. "Hell, send them the propossals, if seventy five percent or more says they could any support in the waters, or even air or special operations, we will go in, and of cource, get R.B.'s accepting note also." She nodded and walked out.

Tylinoa will pledge its support and help R.B. during this civil war, Tylinoa will send its 2nd Royal Tylinoa Infrantry Divison

2nd Royal Infrantry Division:
20,000 royal marines

Armed:
M4A1's
Beretta 9mm's
3 grenades
extra ammo(100 bullets)

Dave Potter of Aefland International Press shut down his computer. He had just viewed the recommendations of his government on the homepage of the department of foreign affairs. Leaving the country? No there was a civil war going on here and the aefland public had a right to get first hand information - by the way he also himself had a right to become famous with this one - remembering Arnett and the CNN coverage of the Gulf war? He asked Peter Winston his camera guy if he had his stuff together ready to leave. "Yep" was Peter's short reply and both went downstairs mounting a jeep which was marked with big red "press" writings on it's door and roof and drove away.

The battle raged on with no end in sight. To return the amount of living and healthy troops to 10,000, about 4,000 more HP troops arrived with 15 tanks. They attacked the rebels' flanks, trying to surround them and force them to surrender.

"Colonel! The Holy Paridisians need help!"
"Hmmm..Drop in the 2nd Para Regiment"
"With or without Ulhans?"
"Add 5"
"Yes Sir!"

Soon the air was filled with Dark red Parachutes. The Regiment, minus 10 that got stuck in trees and suffocated, landed behind HP lines, soon they had joined in on the fight. Each man was armed with the InkananStandardAssaultRifle, or ISAR, this was a very potent weapon, with 30 round clips and automatic action. The Tanks were T-44B Ulhans, armed with the powerful 120mm Gun and a MG.

Losses:
90 killed
130 Wounded
3 Missing

Shrew this! I'm sending in my 6 Marine divisions and 6 Navy Divisions and 7 Airborne division

"Enemy aircraft inbound."

"Affirmative."

Fifty M11 Air Defence Vehicles came online, and began peppering away at the fighters with their 25mm gattling guns, and launching stinger missiles. Each of them had 8 stingers each, and would be more than a match for the rebel airforce. However, a few of the fighters got through, and two bunkers went up in flames as bombs slammed into them. The tanks then surged forward, running over the fleeing rebels, firing into the retreating mass with 7.62mm miniguns, and .50 gattling guns mounted on remote gun pods. Legionarrie IFVs also came in along side them, spraying into the mass of rebels with 25mm gattling guns, while the air defence vehicles continued to cover the advance. Any wounded rebels unfortunate enough to be found by the marines were dragged over to a large area where more prisoners were held to await a gruesome fate.

A total of 50 marines have been killed by small arms and bombing, while another 100 have been wounded.

OOC:You can post how many I captured, this is gonna be good.

Since the first rebel attack on your base, a total of 314 rebels have been captured by your forces. Feel free to use any methods you want when 'questioning' them.

Would any nation like to have my help? I will help the invading forces!! Or Known as the liberal Army

Yes, please help the rebels. We need as many people helping them as possible.

I'll be RPing some rebel attacks soon, but in the meantime, you guys can RP your armies fighting them. You can decide the rebel losses, just don't make them too excessive.

(And thanks for everyone's help, btw :))

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(OOC: I'll post something in a little bit.)

OOC: RB, I think its time for the rebels to retreat from the battle.

IC: The odds were turning more favorable for the RB Coalition against the rebels. When 1,000 HP troops were killed, another 1,000 replaced them. A line of transport boats led almost 250 miles from the shore of East Island.

Hunt looked at the situation grimly. She had a full 9,000 troops at the base, but 1,500 were considered a skeleton crew needed to ensure the safety of Sarzonia's base in Roach-Busters. She also realized her forces had very little in the way of pure combat experience, and the most experienced troops in the Sarzonian army were in Branwyn and were likely exhausted from a protracted war.

"Looks like it's up to us," she told Major Deanna Grevey, her second in command.

"I guess so," Grevey responded. "Listen, we're going to have to affect the outcome of this without resorting to a pure firefight."

"No shit, Sherlock," Hunt said sarcastically.

"Bear with me for a moment Ruth," Grevey said. "We've got a good set of special ops people, do we not?"

Hunt thought for a moment. "Yes, and?"

"Why don't we use them to disrupt rebel supply lines and power supplies and that will eventually wear them down and force them to fight for their survivals or die trying."

Hunt slapped her forehead with her left hand. Why didn't I think of that, she thought.

"I see your point. I think we're going to have to do that but then be prepared in the event they find our position and attack."

"Already thought of that," Grevey said. "What we do is we take 1,500 of our troops who are particularly well trained in special ops and find their key supply lines. Have them attack the lines with the hand-held missile launchers and set up about 50 StormForces ready to support them with heavy fire. Hopefully, they'll think they're facing a much larger force and we'll get a surprise kill."

"I like your thinking Dee," Hunt said. "Perhaps we can add some snipers in various positions to make it look like we're coming at them from several directions at once."

"Exactly," Grevey said.

The troops began their trek toward the site that satellite images told them would be where the key supply lines to the rebels would be located. They set up shop with the tanks as well-camoflagued as possible and with snipers holding rifles and hand-held missile launchers ready to wreak havoc on the supply lines.

"Here they come," a corporal whispered to Hunt.

"Steady, steady." The supply convoy slowly emerged into view. She realized her window of opportunity was narrow and she had to take advantage of her chances at once.

"Fire!"

The troops unleashed their fire aimed toward the supply convoy, while the snipers took aim at the soldiers providing an escort. The hand-held missile launchers targeted the armored vehicles, while the tanks did the same. They hoped to force the surrender of the supply convoy and then take the supplies back to the base. [OOC: How about this attack?]

Yes, please help the rebels. We need as many people helping them as possible.

I will help the rebal, because i hate conservative forces.

[OOC: How about this attack?]

Brilliant! :)

(All of your posts have been great! That applies to everyone else, too!)

OOC: RB, I think its time for the rebels to retreat from the battle.

IC: The odds were turning more favorable for the RB Coalition against the rebels. When 1,000 HP troops were killed, another 1,000 replaced them. A line of transport boats led almost 250 miles from the shore of East Island.

The few surviving rebels- the tattered remnants of a once proud and mighty platoon- surrendered to the overwhelming superiority of the Holy Paradisian, Doomingslandian, Sarzonian, and Rosian forces. Less than 9 had survived that battle.

((What about my attacks?! Like on page 3 and 4. THey took so long :'( ))

Total casualties:

5,923 HP troops dead
6,823 wounded
21 tanks destroyed
3 F-18As



RB, I have sent replacement troops for those killed to keep the total number around 10,000. Do you think I could send 15,000 more troops to make the total 25,000, along with:

3 Nimitz Class Aircraft Carriers
8 Intrepid Class Battleships
15 Sentinel Class Destroyers
200 HP Elite Tanks
1 F-16s and 10 F-18As on each carrier.

The few surviving rebels- the tattered remnants of a once proud and mighty platoon- surrendered to the overwhelming superiority of the Holy Paradisian, Doomingslandian, Sarzonian, and Rosian forces. Less than 9 had survived that battle.OOC:Cool.

IC: The remaining 9 or so rebels surrendered to the Allied forces. 3 of the remaining rebels were taken to the infirmary by Holy Paradisian troops to be treated for any injuries and given some food and water. After that, they would be taken to a POW camp, where they would stay safely and healthfully until the end of the war.

"Goddamnit!" Golbez bellowed, brandishing his fists and flailing them about wildly, roaring savagely like a famished tiger at the sight of a deer. He was brimming with vehement, unadulterated rage, nearly berserk with fury. His face contorted into the expression of a severely constipated man, as he gritted his teeth and his flesh assumed the color of a plum. The vein in his forehead bulged prominently and profusely. His hands clenched into fists, clenching so tight that there was a loud crrackkk sound.
"General Golbez, sir, calm down!"
"Befuddled by a motley assortment of foreign interventionists? Those pitiful wretches," Golbez muttered. "For having the gall to fail me, they deserve whatever horrors the Doomingslandians inflict upon them. For losing, the only outcome acceptable for them is bloody death."
"Sir, we've managed to take Seaside City. The police and National Guardsmen barely put up a fight. Moreover, most of them surrendered and defected to our side, after they saw what we did to some of the civilian population. That means we now have an extra 17,000 plus men, in addition to thousands of handguns, rifles, etc., and hundreds of police cars and armored personnel carriers. They're preparing to launch a counterattack on the Doomingslandian base. Since most of the foreigners are located on East Island, we'll send down our new men, lure them deeper into the heart of the island, then call in our naval units to surround them, and, as soon as they surrender, our jets'll bomb the f***ers to Kingdom Come!"

The following rebel forces are being sent to the Doomingslandian base:

10,000 police officers armed with M-22 Military/Law Enforcement Assault Rifles
7,500 National Guardsmen armed with SR99 Sniper Rifles
5,000 Wolf LAVs
2,500 "Crimson Sun" F-82 ZFighter Jets
340 medics
150 Dragoon Infantry Support Tanks
300 Bolt Helicopters
1,300 snipers armed with M89SR Sniper Rifles
10,000 back-up troops armed with Jericho Handguns
200 HOF Defence FV 321 Armoured Personell Carriers
250 F-102 "Numen VI" ZFighter Jets
150 F/A-91B "Savage" Multi-Role Aircraft

((What about my attacks?! Like on page 3 and 4. THey took so long :'( ))

Also brilliant. :)

Also brilliant. :)

Reply dammit! (puts on crazy face)

Radar on the U.S.S. Browning showed a massive movement of rebel troops, about 25,000 to 30,000 in all. The info was sent to President Holtz, who then ordered the following forces to head to East Island:

28,000 Holy Paradise soldiers
10 Nimitz Class Aircraft Carriers, each carrying 20 F-15Es, 20 F-18As, and 25 Apache Helicopters
1 Ticonderoga Class Missile Cruiser
14 Intrepid Class Battleships
18 Sentinel Class Destroyers
20 Seawolf Class Submarines
100 Bradley Tanks
100 M1-Abrams
30 Jeeps with M60s attached in the back

OOC: If this is too much RB, I'll lower the amount. Also the amount of Crimson Sun fighter jets you entered seems to be a bit too much.

Reply dammit! (puts on crazy face)

Oh, sorry.

(For TIoR)

Rebel losses:

1,405 killed
786 wounded
3 missing


(For Sarzonia)

Rebel losses:

998 killed
1,002 wounded
? missing

Btw, since the rebels technically aren't part of my nation, you can decide their losses, provided they're not too excessive.

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Oh, sorry.

(For TIoR)

Rebel losses:

1,405 killed
786 wounded
3 missing


They took off towards the forest surrounding the embattled Doomlandian Fort. The Rosian Bombers were about to do something they could never do to their own Island, burn down a forest.

"This is B-5 to Rose, we have the forest on target, we are preparing to drop our payload... now." The Napalm bombs were released on the peaceful forest. It burned, and it burned all right. The other 4 bombs on each R/B-91 were released on various rebel armor pieces. Such as those fancy King Abrams.

The R/F-91s on patrol, around 16 of them, spotted enemy aircraft. They were armed with standard 4 Sidewinders and one small bomb. Never knew when you had to bomb something.

"Well well, these rebels want to mess with us? Eat snake!" The pilot released a sidewinder towards one of the enemy aircraft and the other R/F-91s proceeded to do the same one the other aircraft.

"HP Aircraft this F-1. Go back to your Destroyers, we have over 100 planes we can handle this. But if you want to help, it'd be much appreciated." A small chuckle. "Over."

Can you reply to this in specific?

The rebel King Abrams tanks melted like plastic as they were devoured whole by searing flames. Clusters of napalm bombs drizzled down from the sky like raindrops, generating explosions immediately upon contacting the ground, trees, or whatever. Rebel troops screamed hysterically as they were barbequed by the Rosian onslaught. Many of them were reduced to moldering, scorched ashes in minutes. Many of them blew their own heads off to end the pain as quickly as others. A large percentage of them, upon witnessing the demolition of their allies, wisely signalled to the Rosians that they surrendered.

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Wilhem chuckled when he heard the report. "Excellent. Send all available transport helicopters and planes to pick up those who surrendered. You know, like ROH-1s (Blackhawks), RCH-1s (Chinooks), Ospreys and RCCP-1s."

An R/F-91 was sent to the the burning forest. It did a scouting run around the forest once. Yet it stayed there. Well, those were the orders anyway.

"This is F-9 to D-Base, say thank you because we just prevented you from getting overcome." A laugh. "Over. Wait let me talk to the Rose here." A few seconds. "This is F-9 to Rose, new orders?"

Silence, wait a response. "Yeah, we're sending 9 R/F-91s to join you in the immediate vicinity. We need you guys to guard the oncoming aircraft that'll take the RB Rebels outta here."

He chuckled. "All right..."

And so, 9 other R/F-91s joined the lone fighter near the burning forest. They would protect the oncoming transport aircraft.

Wilhem smirked. "Have you heard the report Gonnen? Seaburg is rebel held terrortory now. We have every bomber ready to go and this blockade can only make it easier. All we have in the air now are the 10 R/F-91s, of course."

Gonnen Ross, his adviser nodded. "Yes Admiral. Do you want a request to bombard the city?"

Wilhem sighed. "Yes yes... also, order 10 R/B-91s to take off and any ships near Seaburg City to point their cannons in its general direction."

Gonnen nodded. "Yes Admiral. Do I foward the response to our allies?"

Wilhem rolled his eyes. "Of course, now go."

Gonnen gave the standard beating of his heart with his right fist Rosian Salute and left. Bastard, I'll get him one day. he thought as he left.

And so, 10 R/B-91s took off from the CRS Rose, armed with 4 1,000 pound bombs and a Napalm Bomb, they were ordered to bombard Seaburg City in case the order was given. And who knows, maybe the order would be given.

From The Rosian First Fleet-To President J.L.

Admiral Wilhem von Stergum requests to bombard Seaburg City due to the
fact that it is now Rebel Terrortory. We have 10 operational bombers in the
sky ready to go as soon as you give the order. We also have our ships ready
to bombard the city. All we need is your approval.
-Captain Gonnen Ross of The CRS Rose

((OOC: Check my factbook to find out how many transport aircraft are in a Rosian Fleet.))

From The Rosian First Fleet-To President J.L.

Admiral Wilhem von Stergum requests to bombard Seaburg City due to the
fact that it is now Rebel Terrortory. We have 10 operational bombers in the
sky ready to go as soon as you give the order. We also have our ships ready
to bombard the city. All we need is your approval.
-Captain Gonnen Ross of The CRS Rose

((OOC: Check my factbook to find out how many transport aircraft are in a Rosian Fleet.))

To: The Rosian First Fleet
From: President J.L.

Permission granted, provided that you bomb
only targets that are militarily or politically
significant to the enemy, or areas known to house
rebel troops.

OOC:How many did I take out with the last attack (the one with the tanks running everyone over)

((OOC: And RP the rebels getting picked up and having a nice conversation...!!))

OOC:How many did I take out with the last attack (the one with the tanks running everyone over)

Killed: 2,417
Wounded: 108
Missing: 12 (estimate)

((OOC: And RP the rebels getting picked up and having a nice conversation...!!))

What sort of conversation?

(OOC: Doom, can we assume Skar is at his mansion in RB? If so, I'd like to RP the rebels attacking it. [Don't worry, nothing will happen to Skar, of course.])

What sort of conversation?

Any kind :S

OOC:OK. Let's assume the missing guys are being held prisoner, this is gonna be good.

IC:

The men were hungry for even more revenge. They had captured 12 rebel soldiers, and had dragged them into the base. At the center of the base was a hill, on it were twelve steel crosses. The men were dragged to their place of death in chains, and tied to their crosses with piano wire, ensuring an extremely painful death. They were lifted up, and the crosses now stood in a great circle facing outward, so they would feel alone during their painful deaths. The soldiers stood around jeering the tourtured men, who would take several hours to die...

OOC:OK. Let's assume the missing guys are being held prisoner, this is gonna be good.

IC:

The men were hungry for even more revenge. They had captured 12 rebel soldiers, and had dragged them into the base. At the center of the base was a hill, on it were twelve steel crosses. The men were dragged to their place of death in chains, and tied to their crosses with piano wire, ensuring an extremely painful death. They were lifted up, and the crosses now stood in a great circle facing outward, so they would feel alone during their painful deaths. The soldiers stood around jeering the tourtured men, who would take several hours to die...

OOC: Sweet!

IC: You can do pretty much whatever you want to the prisoners. Just don't kill them until they've given you the information you need. Then, kill them however you want.

((OOC: And RP the rebels getting picked up and having a nice conversation...!!))

I can't think of anything. I need some ideas for conversations.

I can't think of anything. I need some ideas for conversations.

((OOC: Eh, standard stuff. How will treat us, why am I fighting, etc. Also I notice your RPs a bit meh today. Something wrong?))

((OOC: Eh, standard stuff. How will treat us, why am I fighting, etc. Also I notice your RPs a bit meh today. Something wrong?))

(OOC: I'm fine, thanks. :) Thanks for asking, though.)

(OOC2: These are dudes you captured, right?)

(OOC: I'm fine, thanks. :) Thanks for asking, though.)

(OOC2: These are dudes you captured, right?)

((OOC: Yep.))

"Christ, I can't believe we got captured by a buncha goddamn commies," one of the hostages muttered sullenly, sounding utterly disgusted, as if he had just treaded across a field littered with clumps of elephant feces.

"Hey, at least now we know J.L. really is a traitor, if he's having pinkoes help him. What a little bitch! He goes whining to the international asshole friends of his, I guess we're just toooooo much for him!" a second hostage said in a whiny falsetto, and burst out laughing, laughing so hard that spittle flew everywhere and his cheeks flushed scarlet. He shrieked like a hyena whose [you know] was being tickled.

"Hey, Rosian bastards! What're ya gonna do t' us?" the first hostage shouted. "Gonna make us go throu' one o' your Marxist-Leninist gangster brainwashing sessions? Castrate us? Hang us upside down f'r a couple o' years? What?"

(Where'd everyone go?)

The Rosian Pilot of the Osprey laughed. "Kill you? Castrate you? Hah! Seriously now, we only do that to Rosians, and to those that can't last the interrogation process."

The Rosian Co-Pilot raised his brow. "They still haven't fixed that?"

"Yeah." The Pilot said. "Apprently, Barney and Friends can kill foreigners."

The Co-Pilot chuckled. "Sissies. Anyway, I don't know what they got planned for you, but it'll be bad."

One of the guards inside the Osprey smirked. He was holding an RAR-1C in hand and looked at the three prisoners. "Don't worry these guys are tough. Oops, you surrendered and tried to run like babies. You should've shot yourself. Don't go acting so tough when you know you're captured." He pointed to the guard across him. "Now he's tough, he killed a man with a spork, while he was naked, in the cold."

The Pilot whistled. "And he's still a Private? Damn."

The guard chuckled. "Yep. Any questions my rebel friends? Because we're here to make you better or worse. You talk like a smartass, we'll talk like an asshole. Treat us good and we'll treat you better then a Chinese Prostitute, minus the sex."

The Co-Pilot chuckled. "Good call. Any questions like my guard said here?"

The Rosian Pilot of the Osprey laughed. "Kill you? Castrate you? Hah! Seriously now, we only do that to Rosians, and to those that can't last the interrogation process."

The Rosian Co-Pilot raised his brow. "They still haven't fixed that?"

"Yeah." The Pilot said. "Apprently, Barney and Friends can kill foreigners."

The Co-Pilot chuckled. "Sissies. Anyway, I don't know what they got planned for you, but it'll be bad."

One of the guards inside the Osprey smirked. He was holding an RAR-1C in hand and looked at the three prisoners. "Don't worry these guys are tough. Oops, you surrendered and tried to run like babies. You should've shot yourself. Don't go acting so tough when you know you're captured." He pointed to the guard across him. "Now he's tough, he killed a man with a spork, while he was naked, in the cold."

The Pilot whistled. "And he's still a Private? Damn."

The guard chuckled. "Yep. Any questions my rebel friends? Because we're here to make you better or worse. You talk like a smartass, we'll talk like an asshole. Treat us good and we'll treat you better then a Chinese Prostitute, minus the sex."

The Co-Pilot chuckled. "Good call. Any questions like my guard said here?"

"Barney and Friends?" one of the hostages gasped in a choked, hoarse, dry voice. His eyes bulged to enormous proportions, his jaw dropped, and all the blood drained from his face. He was literally so pale he made snow look like charcoal. His body temperature plummeted to a dangerously low level. His body trembled and convulsed spasmodically, as if he had Parkinson's disease. The terror which seeped into his heart was so profound it nearly induced a myocardial infarction. "D-D-Did you say...Barney and Friends? Jesus Christ Almighty, what kinda f***ing monsters are you!?"

Hunt smiled when she saw the results of her first live military campaign. The Sarzonian regulars acquitted themselves well against an admittedly overmatched foe. While the rebels suffered over 2,000 casualties, including just under 1,000 fatalities, her army suffered nine dead and 12 wounded. The plan to launch a sneak attack worked to perfection.

She walked up to the three prisoners her forces managed to capture with a commanding gait that befit a four star general who had just won a major victory.

"What do we have here," she asked theatrically. "Three poor, miserable souls who thought they could pull one over on us, eh?" The men struggled to stand and the guards who restrained each of them shoved their rifles into their backs.

"So what do you snot-nosed punks have to say for yourselves? Hmm?"

The man standing in the middle straighted up and grimaced. He wanted to call Hunt every name in the book, but he knew that he'd be taking his life into his hands if he did. He snarled.

"What's the matter? All of a sudden, you don't look so big and bad when you've got hot lead ready to be pumped into your back, do you? I've got a few questions for you. Question number one, what the hell was the purpose behind this stunt?"

"President J.L. is a traitor," the man said in an earnest voice, trying hard to sound authoritative in spite of the helpless condition he and his men found themselves in. "He has dishonored the great country of Roach-Busters."

"There'll be a time for your editorializing," Hunt sneered. "But right now, I want facts. If I don't get them, you'll get what's coming to you."

"And you'll get what's coming to you," a 18 year old private who was to the left of the leader of the prisoners. "The Woodstock Convention--"

"I know all about the Woodstock Convention," Hunt yelled. "I believe I know a lot more about it than you do, little man." She walked over to the man-child, sizing him up. He's a cutie, she thought. What a shame. She looked and saw Grevey scowling at her. She knew exactly what Grevey was going to say.

"Take the prisoners back to the brig at our base," Hunt said, directing her order to her troops. "We'll deal with them there." As the men were roughly lead to the transport that would take them to their cells, Hunt looked at Grevey.

"He's right about the Woodstock Convention, you know," Grevey said.

"I know he is," Hunt replied. "But the Constitution is suspended right now for Sarzonian citizens. I think under those circumstances, I can get away with a little bending of the rules."

"No, you can't Colonel," came another voice. Captain Harvey Benson, the division's legal expert walked up with the code outlined from the Woodstock Convention. "Article XVI, Section 8, Clause C clearly states that a suspension of the Constitution does not apply to the terms of the Woodstock Convention."

Hunt sighed. Still, the information they needed about the rebel movement was highly important and she was determined to get as much out of the three men as she could. She knew she'd have to do it from the confines of their base.

Hunt opened her communications device, choosing to leave the signal open so that the three prisoners could hear her orders.

"Get the Britney Spears concert videos ready for our prisoners. If that won't make them talk, nothing will."

The Pilot laughed loudly. "We're Rosians bitches!"

"I'd rather have my gums scraped than watch that purple puddle of piddly poodle s*** prancing across the screen manipulating innocent children into demonic, ferocious beings!" one of the hostages shouted.

The Pilot laughed loudly. "We're Rosians bitches!"

The guard chuckled. "Yup. Immune to some weak to others. We really are a strange people. God I'm too smart for me own good."

The Co-Pilot scoffed. "Shouldn't we be serious and tough looking?"

The silent guard, you know the one who killed a man with a spork, spoke. "Masks are for the weak, it is better to show oneself and not walk away indignified."

The smaller guard rolled his eyes. "Bah, you look tough but you're Buhddist. Now like I said any questions?"

"Yeah, I gotta question," said one of the hostages, a particularly smart-ass young man named Morris. "How can you be pinkoes and not feel compelled to blow your own brains out?"

"Yeah, I gotta question," said one of the hostages, a particularly smart-ass young man named Morris. "How can you be pinkoes and not feel compelled to blow your own brains out?"

The small guard, well small compared to the big one, chuckled. "Simple. Because he's a Centre I'm a Corporate and the pilots are Reds." He smirked and lifted his RAR-1C in Morris's direction. "Also, we are armed to the teeth while you are in your uniforms. You know, shouldn't you be humble in the face of your enemy?"

The big guard smirked. "Better honesty then death."

The small guard rolled his eyes. "So true." he said.

The small guard, well small compared to the big one, chuckled. "Simple. Because he's a Centre I'm a Corporate and the pilots are Reds." He smirked and lifted his RAR-1C in Morris's direction. "Also, we are armed to the teeth while you are in your uniforms. You know, shouldn't you be humble in the face of your enemy?"

The big guard smirked. "Better honesty then death."

The small guard rolled his eyes. "So true." he said.

"Your gun doesn't scare me!" Morris shouted. Another of his bad traits was the fact that he always blurted things out before thinking of the consequences, as his next statement verified: "The only thing I'm scared of is Barney and Fr- I, I mean, uh...I-I-I-I-I ain't scared of anything!"

Churchman was just getting back from his holiday in NQP when he saw the message waiting for him


Churchman: ... ... hm..... OH MY FUCK! damn I told that god damn secratry to forward stuff like this to me!


and with that churchman ships out 2.5 million BIOmechs out to fight directly under his command and leaves for RB


Churchman: oh ya jack (his secratray) you fired!


Churchman arives at RB City 2 hours before his BIOmechs arive and goes to meet JL

Churchman was just getting back from his holiday in NQP when he saw the message waiting for him


Churchman: ... ... hm..... OH MY FUCK! damn I told that god damn secratry to forward stuff like this to me!


and with that churchman ships out 2.5 million BIOmechs out to fight directly under his command and leaves for RB


Churchman: oh ya jack (his secratray) you fired!


Churchman arives at RB City 2 hours before his BIOmechs arive and goes to meet JL

Please send 10,000 troops or less.

Churchman has just received the request from JL


Churchman: ok JL no problem!

Churchman radios the Irondin flag ship Complete Control

Churchman: Send back all but one of the transports Override code ***********

3 soldiers were assigned the job of questioning 1 of the 3 captured rebels, and things weren't going to well:

Soldier 1: We already know that about 27,000 rebels are coming to attack us. And we've resolved that. What we want to know is, what are your friends planning to do after that attack whether or not your friends win the battle.


OOC:RB, could you play the rebel?

3 soldiers were assigned the job of questioning 1 of the 3 captured rebels, and things weren't going to well:

Soldier 1: We already know that about 27,000 rebels are coming to attack us. And we've resolved that. What we want to know is, what are your friends planning to do after that attack whether or not your friends win the battle.


OOC:RB, could you play the rebel?

"You're a fool if you think I'm going to tell you bastards anything," the defiant rebel said, sneering cynically at the Holy Paradisian interrogator.

Churchman is siting by the port when 10,000 BIOmech's arive.

Churchman: TEN HUT!

all the BIOmechs are at order

Churchman :We wate untill JL contects us

Churchman is siting by the port when 10,000 BIOmech's arive.

Churchman: TEN HUT!

all the BIOmechs are at order

Churchman :We wate untill JL contects us

(There's a map on page 1)

J.L.: Your target is the area surrounding the Doomingsland military base. The rebels are about to launch an attack there.

"You're a fool if you think I'm going to tell you bastards anything," the defiant rebel said, sneering cynically at the Holy Paradisian interrogator.
The soldier sighed, "Now we have to do it the hard way. Bring in the probe device."

One of the soldiers left the room and soon came back with a menacing-looking probe.

"Now we're going to ask you again. What are the rebels planning? If you won't answer us or if you don't tell us the truth, and we'll know thanks to this lie detector here, we're going to shove this probe up your ass. And, we chilled it to the temperature of 0 degrees Fahrenheit." the soldier asked the rebel.

The Rosian Pilot started singing. "Barney is a Dinosaur, he's from our imagination...."

The Co-Pilot elbowed him. "We don't want another dead Roachian on the Osprey, anyway here comes the CRS Roska, time to land."

The guard chuckled. "Well boys. You'll share bunks with the Rosians and get interrogated. For now, we need to find you a permanent place. Anyway, welcome to your temporary home. A small Carrier."

The Osprey along with other transport aircraft started landing on the CRS Roska. Its Captain was Fredirick Hardin. But that doesn't have to do with anything right now.

Because right now, the R/B-91s are right over Seaburg City, and the bombing would begin.

"All right B-Group." said the lead R/B. "We can only bomb military targets. Save the Napalm for armor outside the city okay?"

Various responses of yes and yep went around the group, now the bombing would begin. The R/B-91s released their standard bombs on the various military installations inside the city. Note that's 4 bombs times 10. So that equals 40 Military Installations inside the city bombed.

"This is B-7, bombs released. What do we do with the Napalm?" a pilot said.

"Release it outside the city, try to start a circle of fire or something." was the response.

"All right."

The R/B-91s released their single napalm bombs all around the city. They made sure it wouldn't hit the city in specific but it would surround it. The fire would burn baby burn, yeah! Anyway I'm trailing off now, back to the story, hm?

"This is B-1 to Rose, mission complete, we're leaving I'm tired. Out."

The R/B-91s speeded off towards the CRS Rose...

((OOC: RP the prisoners inside the Carrier, I don't want this conversation to end yet! :D))

The soldier sighed, "Now we have to do it the hard way. Bring in the probe device."

One of the soldiers left the room and soon came back with a menacing-looking probe.

"Now we're going to ask you again. What are the rebels planning? If you won't answer us or if you don't tell us the truth, and we'll know thanks to this lie detector here, we're going to shove this probe up your ass. And, we chilled it to the temperature of 0 degrees Fahrenheit." the soldier asked the rebel.

"WAAAAAH! I'll talk, I'll talk, I'll talk, I'll talk! I'll tell you everything!"

The Rosian Pilot started singing. "Barney is a Dinosaur, he's from our imagination...."

The Co-Pilot elbowed him. "We don't want another dead Roachian on the Osprey, anyway here comes the CRS Roska, time to land."

The guard chuckled. "Well boys. You'll share bunks with the Rosians and get interrogated. For now, we need to find you a permanent place. Anyway, welcome to your temporary home. A small Carrier."

The Osprey along with other transport aircraft started landing on the CRS Roska. Its Captain was Fredirick Hardin. But that doesn't have to do with anything right now.

Because right now, the R/B-91s are right over Seaburg City, and the bombing would begin.

"All right B-Group." said the lead R/B. "We can only bomb military targets. Save the Napalm for armor outside the city okay?"

Various responses of yes and yep went around the group, now the bombing would begin. The R/B-91s released their standard bombs on the various military installations inside the city. Note that's 4 bombs times 10. So that equals 40 Military Installations inside the city bombed.

"This is B-7, bombs released. What do we do with the Napalm?" a pilot said.

"Release it outside the city, try to start a circle of fire or something." was the response.

"All right."

The R/B-91s released their single napalm bombs all around the city. They made sure it wouldn't hit the city in specific but it would surround it. The fire would burn baby burn, yeah! Anyway I'm trailing off now, back to the story, hm?

"This is B-1 to Rose, mission complete, we're leaving I'm tired. Out."

The R/B-91s speeded off towards the CRS Rose...

((OOC: RP the prisoners inside the Carrier, I don't want this conversation to end yet! :D))

At the sound of the Barney theme song, the soldier began screaming in a shrill, ear-splitting, high-pitched, feminine voice. He began bawling like a damn baby. Torrents of tears cascaded down his cheeks, as he wailed, whined, whimpered, and screamed. "Mommy, make it stop!" he said. "Make it stop, Mommy!"

"WAAAAAH! I'll talk, I'll talk, I'll talk, I'll talk! I'll tell you everything!"
The soldier smiled, "Good choice. Now, then tell us of what the rebels are planning."

The soldier with the probe left the room with the probe and put it back in the chilling device.

The soldier smiled, "Good choice. Now, then tell us of what the rebels are planning."

The soldier with the probe left the room with the probe and put it back in the chilling device.

"Th-they're planning assassination attempts on President J.L., President Sarzo, Emperor Helldawg, President Holtz, President Churchman, and [insert name of TIoR's Prez here]. They're also planning on launching attacks on the Holy Paradisian, Sarzonian, and Irondinese bases."

((OOC: Please respond to the bombing too. And uh, pretend their in a jail cell. Which is clean and decent... oh and his name is Sergei, it's in me sig!))

(There's a map on page 1)

J.L.: Your target is the area surrounding the Doomingsland military base. The rebels are about to launch an attack there.


Churchman: Ok its on anthore island we are going to have to aproach by sea lets move out.

And with that churchman and the BIOmech left for the Doomingsland Millitary base.

Like in the Star-Spangled Banner, bombs were bursting in the air, producing wildfires that spread like...well, like wildfire. The repugnant, odious reek of bodies being incinerated permeated the air. Rebel soldiers were not rebel soldiers for long. Soon, they were charred black, smoking skeletons. The air was filled with heavy smoke. The entire jungle glowed like a brilliant beacon of light, as the flames rapidly expanded, consuming everything in sight. (Rebel losses are unknown, although conservative estimates range from 600-1200)

"Th-they're planning assassination attempts on President J.L., President Sarzo, Emperor Helldawg, President Holtz, President Churchman, and [insert name of TIoR's Prez here]. They're also planning on launching attacks on the Holy Paradisian, Sarzonian, and Irondinese bases."
The commander nodded. He turned to one of the soldiers. "Take this man to the carrier. Make sure he recieves a buffet of good food, and entertainment." The commander told the other soldier. The commander then turned back to the prisoner, "Since you gave us the info we needed to know, we are going to treat you well." The soldier then took the prisoner to the helicopter, and they flew to the carrier. At the carrier, the man was sat down at a table covered with platefuls of delicious foods. In front of him was a big screen TV, with digital cable.

OOC: The food is not poisoned, if you think that was the plan.

IC: Meanwhile, the commander sent telegrams to all of the leaders of the allied nations and to their bases. President Holtz went into his secret security zone, where no one could hurt him.

The commander nodded. He turned to one of the soldiers. "Take this man to the carrier. Make sure he recieves a buffet of good food, and entertainment." The commander told the other soldier. The commander then turned back to the prisoner, "Since you gave us the info we needed to know, we are going to treat you well." The soldier then took the prisoner to the helicopter, and they flew to the carrier. At the carrier, the man was sat down at a table covered with platefuls of delicious foods. In front of him was a big screen TV, with digital cable.

OOC: The food is not poisoned, if you think that was the plan.

IC: Meanwhile, the commander sent telegrams to all of the leaders of the allied nations and to their bases. President Holtz went into his secret security zone, where no one could hurt him.

"Sweet," the soldier said, kicking back and putting his feet on the table. "Got any porn channels?"

(If so, please don't describe them. I don't want to upset the mods.)

"Sweet," the soldier said, kicking back and putting his feet on the table. "Got any porn channels?"

(If so, please don't describe them. I don't want to upset the mods.)

"Rebel, Holy Paradise is a country of morals. Pornography is against the law in HP. So we made sure to delete any porn channels too." The soldier answered.

"Rebel, Holy Paradise is a country of morals. Pornography is against the law in HP. So we made sure to delete any porn channels too." The soldier answered.

The soldier groaned loudly. "Man, it sucks to be you guys!"

Churchman and the BIOmechs arive at the island and disimbarked.

Churchman: hmmm I better tell them that we are a frendly army


and with that Churchman radioed the base

"Well, rebel. We do have all pay-per-view sports channels free on here. And there's all this good food, too." the soldier replied.

"Well, rebel. We do have all pay-per-view sports channels free on here. And there's all this good food, too." the soldier replied.

"Blegh, never mind," the soldier said, unable to conceal his disgust.

Churchman and the BIOmechs arive at the island and disimbarked.

Churchman: hmmm I better tell them that we are a frendly army


and with that Churchman radioed the base

(OOC: You can RP the Biomechs battling some rebels, if you want.)

President Sergei read of the threat against his life. His response? "Meh."

And so, he took out an M60, set up the bipod, put it on his desk and pointed it towards the door. Yes the curtains were closed. "Let's see them get past this."

CRS Roska

The prisoners, around 100 of them, were escorted to their jail cells. Sailors rolled thier eyes, some even had pity. This wasn't a war of hate for them, just a job. The Rosians were trained like that you know, they would never get their emotions get control of them.

They ended up at the jail area. It looked nice. Clean even. The prisoners were escorted to their various cells, a guard (armed with an RAR-1C) was posted outside each cell.

One of the guards looked at his designated cell. "Welcome to the CRS Roska, any shit and you'll be shot. Those are the rules, any questions?"

"Blegh, never mind," the soldier said, unable to conceal his disgust.
The soldier then looked around with shifty eyes. "Well, i did smuggle a few illegal porn movies with me. Put them in the DVD player. I'll have my friends guard the place while you watch." he replied. He then handed the rebel the 5 DVDs and assigned 4 of his friends to guard the doors while he made sure the rebel didn't try any thing.

Any s*** and we'll get shot, eh? thought a soldier. He bent over, pulled down his pants, and defecated. "So, gonna shoot me, now?" he asked.

The soldier then looked around with shifty eyes. "Well, i did smuggle a few illegal porn movies with me. Put them in the DVD player. I'll have my friends guard the place while you watch." he replied. He then handed the rebel the 5 DVDs and assigned 4 of his friends to guard the doors while he made sure the rebel didn't try any thing.

The soldier shed tears of joy and gave the guard a high-five, smacking his hand so hard that it stung. "Dude, you are now officially my new best friend!" he said.

The actions of the rebels clearly show their intent to destroy another political viewpoint, which is hateful, and these scumabgs don't deserve to live.

Procco is sending the following troops:

4,500 standard l. infantry
450 Heavy turret tanks
550 other assorted infantry
1,025 light turret planes

(OOC: You can RP the Biomechs battling some rebels, if you want.)


occ: kick ass

IC: On the way to the base the BIOmechs are abushed by a squad of rebals


Irondin BIOmech's


Defence Penitlys

abush: 15% penitly off set by anti-abush training (10%)

no cover: 10% penitly


RB Rebls

attack penitlys

Badly outnumbered: 75% pentlry

No cover: 5% pentily



Irondin losses 250

RB rebles losses unknown

The rebels, after confirming the location via radar, silently gathered around the area of the Irondinese troops and prepared to launch a major offensive.

The soldier shed tears of joy and gave the guard a high-five, smacking his hand so hard that it stung. "Dude, you are now officially my new best friend!" he said.
"You are my friend off the battlefield. On it, you're my enemy. When it comes time for your trial if there is one, I'll vouch for you by saying that you gave us must needed info." The soldier then took the videos away. "We have something better for you. Send her in!" he yelled. In walked a hot 20 year old scantily-clad girl. "She's one of the medics, and she's been a little....feisty...these days. I'm sure she'll give you some pleasure." The girl then dropped her top off. The soldier left the room and shut the door.

Any s*** and we'll get shot, eh? thought a soldier. He bent over, pulled down his pants, and defecated. "So, gonna shoot me, now?" he asked.

The guard smirked. "Gentlemen?"

The commander in the Jail Area, operating from a room above the area chuckled. "I give the orders here, shoot him."

The guard chuckled. "Okay." A pull of the trigger? Bam! Actually no. Speakers were activated inside the area and what was playing?

99 Red Balloons

He raised his brow as he held the trigger and pointed the gun towards the prisoner. "You better pray this pop bothers you, or I can get dirty."

occ: kick ass

IC: On the way to the base the BIOmechs are abushed by a squad of rebals


Irondin BIOmech's


Defence Penitlys

abush: 15% penitly off set by anti-abush training (10%)

no cover: 10% penitly


RB Rebls

attack penitlys

Badly outnumbered: 75% pentlry

No cover: 5% pentily



Irondin losses 250

RB rebles losses unknown

RB rebel losses: 401

28,000 extra troops finally arrived from HP. They met up with the 10,000 HP forces along with tons of artillery, air, and naval support.

The guard smirked. "Gentlemen?"

The commander in the Jail Area, operating from a room above the area chuckled. "I give the orders here, shoot him."

The guard chuckled. "Okay." A pull of the trigger? Bam! Actually no. Speakers were activated inside the area and what was playing?

99 Red Balloons

He raised his brow as he held the trigger and pointed the gun towards the prisoner. "You better pray this pop bothers you, or I can get dirty."

"Dirty? You mean like your mother's face?" the soldier muttered, rolling his eyes.

28,000 extra troops finally arrived from HP. They met up with the 10,000 HP forces along with tons of artillery, air, and naval support.

Dude, that's too many. I appreciate your support (thanks), but more than 10,000 just seems a little excessive.

"You are my friend off the battlefield. On it, you're my enemy. When it comes time for your trial if there is one, I'll vouch for you by saying that you gave us must needed info." The soldier then took the videos away. "We have something better for you. Send her in!" he yelled. In walked a hot 20 year old scantily-clad girl. "She's one of the medics, and she's been a little....feisty...these days. I'm sure she'll give you some pleasure." The girl then dropped her top off. The soldier left the room and shut the door.

The soldier began screaming happily. The HP soldier almost mistook the sound for a female cocker spaniel being severely abused.

Churchman: arrr! damn those fucktards to hell! how are we?


BIOmech subcommander: small losses even smaller fataitlys of the 250 only 7 of them are dead the others have badly damaged suits and will be shiped back to
Irondin with the dead body's

Churchman: ok lets go

The soldier began screaming happily. The HP soldier almost mistook the sound for a female cocker spaniel being severely abused.

Let's keep it clean, though, 'kay?

RB: Got a map of your nation anywhere? i'd like to know where to go next.

The guard smirked. "You asked for it..." A click was heard on the gun. "I know you guys aren't trained for this."

The speakers went loud again, the guards chuckled, the song?

"Barney is a Dinosuar, he's from our imagination..." The guards started singing with the speaker, the volume was increased 100fold.

The Commander laughed like a maniac, though you couldn't hear that.

The sailors that heard the music chuckled. Phrases that amounted too "Poor Bastards" were spread. Rosians were unaffected of course.

RB: Got a map of your nation anywhere? i'd like to know where to go next.

www.geocities.com/mr_whud/rb_map.bmp

heres the mapmap (http://www.geocities.com/mr_whud/rb_map.bmp)

www.geocities.com/mr_whud/rb_map.bmp

Thankee

Let's keep it clean, though, 'kay?
All the soldier could hear were muffled exclamations by the girl.


OOC: That's all i'm going to say.

The guard smirked. "You asked for it..." A click was heard on the gun. "I know you guys aren't trained for this."

The speakers went loud again, the guards chuckled, the song?

"Barney is a Dinosuar, he's from our imagination..." The guards started singing with the speaker, the volume was increased 100fold.

The Commander laughed like a maniac, though you couldn't hear that.

The sailors that heard the music chuckled. Phrases that amounted too "Poor Bastards" were spread. Rosians were unaffected of course.

(OOC: Rosians are immortal, then?)

Each of the soldiers promptly dropped dead.

The Army arived at the base.


Churchman: we are here, lets get ready for an attack

All the soldier could hear were muffled exclamations by the girl.


OOC: That's all i'm going to say.

Thanks.

(OOC: Lol, not much fighting, is there? ;) Someone can RP their troops fighting rebels, if they want. I'll do a battle in just a minute.)

Well, sir, I've got 38,000 soldiers, about 350 tanks, and a helluva lota air and naval support. All I have to say is:


Let's get it on!


How about the battle take place at the little grassland aisle(not isle, aisle) that leads to the Doomingsland base?

A division of about 425 standard troops and 50 heavy tanks were attacked on the outskirts of east city. The rebels apparently ran straight in from north and opened fire first. The battle was declared a sucess on the side of Procco.

Proccian casualties are at 102 wounded or dead
Rebel casualties are at 289 dead, missing or captured.

The BIOmechs have finished seting up the defencs

all around are SAMs, Mini missle lounchers and gatting gun pods

(OOC: Rosians are immortal, then?)

Each of the soldiers promptly dropped dead.

((OOC: No, just used to the Barney :P))

The guard smacked his head. "Damn it!"

To President J.L.-From the CRS Roska

Umm. 100 of our Roachian prisoners died from strain of Barney. Why can't you
people take it? You people need to start training your guys tougher. Anyway,
sorry?
-Captain ______________ of the CRS Roska

((OOC2: RP your generals bitching about the Rosians, we are doing the most damage as of now.))

The same division of troops was attacked once more. This time, the rebels won. 79 of our soldiers have sucessfully escaped and touched base with another, better defendes base. None of procco's soldiers were captured.

How about the battle take place at the little grassland aisle(not isle, aisle) that leads to the Doomingsland base?

((OOC: I burned that down to the ground.))

((OOC: I burned that down to the ground.))
Okay um....how about that spot, only go east until you reach the east coast of the island. That can be the battlesite

((OOC: No, just used to the Barney :P))

The guard smacked his head. "Damn it!"

To President J.L.-From the CRS Roska

Umm. 100 of our Roachian prisoners died from strain of Barney. Why can't you
people take it? You people need to start training your guys tougher. Anyway,
sorry?
-Captain ______________ of the CRS Roska

((OOC2: RP your generals bitching about the Rosians, we are doing the most damage as of now.))

(RB generals, or RB rebel generals?)

We thank Procco for their assistance.

-President J.L.

(OOC: Lol, I suppose I should make my troops fight the rebels sometime soon, eh? ;))

((OOC: I burned that down to the ground.))


OOC: The base is burnt to the ground?

(RB generals, or RB rebel generals?)

((OOC: Rebel.))

Okay um....how about that spot, only go east until you reach the east coast of the island. That can be the battlesite

((OOC: I think it's still on fire.))

OOC: The base is burnt to the ground?

((OOC: The forest))

((OOC: The forest))


OOC: ok thats good im actly seting up somewhere not some wasteland

A tour bus filled with rebels opened fire on a rural town today, which is home to many communists. Local police and a small establishment of proccian forces managed to quell the violence with 13 civillians wounded and 16 proccian/policemen wounded. All the rebels that were not captured are apparently dead.

General Golbez was by now nearly ballistic with rage. He was literally so infuriated that he was wetting and crapping his pants. His face was dark purple, his eyes were enormous, his teeth were gnashed, phlegm dangled from his nostrils, and he was screeching like a baboon being [you know]. He whipped out his revolver, and, without breaking a sweat, proceeded to shoot four random generals in the forehead. Their failures were unforgivable. Not as unforgivable as those Rosians, though, who he intended to send to hell or die trying...

(OOC: I'll try to RP a battle soon, but my battle RPing kinda sucks, so...)

President Holtz decided to send Gen. Golbez a "present":

------------------TG----------------
TO: Gen. Golbez of the rebels
FROM: President Holtz
SUB: A Present



Here's a little present for you:


(There's an actual piece of the President's crap on it.)


Merry Christmas.

OOC: RB, please do Gen. Golbez's reaction.

OOC: mmm, i'd hate to be a RBian general right now.

OOC: Danm. Summary? You guys move to fast.

President Holtz decided to send Gen. Golbez a "present":

------------------TG----------------
TO: Gen. Golbez of the rebels
FROM: President Holtz
SUB: A Present



Here's a little present for you:


(There's an actual piece of the President's crap on it.)


Merry Christmas.

OOC: RB, please do Gen. Golbez's reaction.

(OOC: Lol!!!! :D :D :D :D)

IC: General Golbez's reaction: CENSORED

Churchman is lissing to his Radio


Churchman:... hehehe Renforcements have arived!


And with that 25 BIOmechs paradroped into the defence zone

Hunt smiled when she saw the results of her first live military campaign. The Sarzonian regulars acquitted themselves well against an admittedly overmatched foe. While the rebels suffered over 2,000 casualties, including just under 1,000 fatalities, her army suffered nine dead and 12 wounded. The plan to launch a sneak attack worked to perfection.

She walked up to the three prisoners her forces managed to capture with a commanding gait that befit a four star general who had just won a major victory.

"What do we have here," she asked theatrically. "Three poor, miserable souls who thought they could pull one over on us, eh?" The men struggled to stand and the guards who restrained each of them shoved their rifles into their backs.

"So what do you snot-nosed punks have to say for yourselves? Hmm?"

The man standing in the middle straighted up and grimaced. He wanted to call Hunt every name in the book, but he knew that he'd be taking his life into his hands if he did. He snarled.

"What's the matter? All of a sudden, you don't look so big and bad when you've got hot lead ready to be pumped into your back, do you? I've got a few questions for you. Question number one, what the hell was the purpose behind this stunt?"

"President J.L. is a traitor," the man said in an earnest voice, trying hard to sound authoritative in spite of the helpless condition he and his men found themselves in. "He has dishonored the great country of Roach-Busters."

"There'll be a time for your editorializing," Hunt sneered. "But right now, I want facts. If I don't get them, you'll get what's coming to you."

"And you'll get what's coming to you," a 18 year old private who was to the left of the leader of the prisoners. "The Woodstock Convention--"

"I know all about the Woodstock Convention," Hunt yelled. "I believe I know a lot more about it than you do, little man." She walked over to the man-child, sizing him up. He's a cutie, she thought. What a shame. She looked and saw Grevey scowling at her. She knew exactly what Grevey was going to say.

"Take the prisoners back to the brig at our base," Hunt said, directing her order to her troops. "We'll deal with them there." As the men were roughly lead to the transport that would take them to their cells, Hunt looked at Grevey.

"He's right about the Woodstock Convention, you know," Grevey said.

"I know he is," Hunt replied. "But the Constitution is suspended right now for Sarzonian citizens. I think under those circumstances, I can get away with a little bending of the rules."

"No, you can't Colonel," came another voice. Captain Harvey Benson, the division's legal expert walked up with the code outlined from the Woodstock Convention. "Article XVI, Section 8, Clause C clearly states that a suspension of the Constitution does not apply to the terms of the Woodstock Convention."

Hunt sighed. Still, the information they needed about the rebel movement was highly important and she was determined to get as much out of the three men as she could. She knew she'd have to do it from the confines of their base.

Hunt opened her communications device, choosing to leave the signal open so that the three prisoners could hear her orders.

"Get the Britney Spears concert videos ready for our prisoners. If that won't make them talk, nothing will."

[OOC: Yoohoo!]

well I have to go to bed. see ya all tomorrow!

OOC: Danm. Summary? You guys move to fast.

Nothing much happened. A few rebels died. There's still plenty to do. You can just RP your troops being ambushed in the jungle or something.

OOC: Danm. Summary? You guys move to fast.

Alright, it appears some rebels have started shooting things, Irondim keeps going on about his Biomechs and people have begun sending cra... fecal matter to the rebel leader.

well I have to go to bed. see ya all tomorrow!

See ya later, man!

From Admiral Wilhem von Sturgen-To General Golbez of the Rebels:

Do you wish to surrender?
-Admiral Wilhem von Sturgen of The Rosian First Fleet

OOC: do the rebles have Armor? (tanks)

From Admiral Wilhem von Sturgen-To General Golbez of the Rebels:

Do you wish to surrender?
-Admiral Wilhem von Sturgen of The Rosian First Fleet

Never. I still have nearly 200,000 men left. The odds are heavily in my favor.

-General Golbez

OOC: do the rebles have Armor? (tanks)

Yep.

OOC: This is turning out well. I was gonna join. But too many people got involved.

Nothing much happened. A few rebels died. There's still plenty to do. You can just RP your troops being ambushed in the jungle or something.

((OOC: I burned the forests >_> <_<))

From Admiral Wilhem von Sturgen-To General Golbez:

200,000 only? Infantry maybe, but we hold Aerial superiority and Naval
superiority. Do not disillusion yourself. I have plenty of Napalm for all of you.
Please surrender, don't waste anymore lives.
-Admiral Wilhem von Sturgem of The Rosian First Fleet

From Admiral Wilhem von Sturgen-To General Golbez:

200,000 only? Infantry maybe, but we hold Aerial superiority and Naval
superiority. Do not disillusion yourself. I have plenty of Napalm for all of you.
Please surrender, don't waste anymore lives.
-Admiral Wilhem von Sturgem of The Rosian First Fleet

IC: :upyours:

-General Golbez

What's a Bolbez? ;)

What's a Bolbez?

(OOC: Meh, I fixed it.)

The short range Radar picked up some hevey movement towards the Irondin posstion


Radar tech:... 5, 10 ,15 Armor and an unknow number of solrgers are approaching sound red alert

(the silont red alert goes up)


All the BIOmechs get into postion


Irondin BIOmechs

Defence bonses

fully preparder: 40%

Pre battle rally: 5%

Reble army

Attack bonses

Armor 25% agenst fixed targets

attack penitlys

Traps: loses are doubled




Irondin losses

Fixed terets 40 out of 110

BIOmechs 12 out of 10,000


Rebal army losses

tanks 15 out of 15

solgers unknown

((OOC: RB we could have an air battle. Note I have R/F-91s on patrol now....))

Ok, Damian is a french proccian soldier who has been captured. he has to escape in 48 hours or die.

"Bonjour, goule..." muttered Damian as he entered the 'chamber'. Actually, it wasn't much of a chamber... it was more of an underground walled ping-pong table; a line down the middle with a runing camera on the middle, chalk-white walls surrounding him, with a black metal door at the end. One of the kidnappers kicked him in the shin, forcing him onto the ground next to him. What appeared to be the leader stepped forward. He called himself Barbala or Berberia or Barber or something. He described his time until all proccian troops to be withdrawn: 48hrs. Yeah, right. He was gonna die.

Ill post more later if im lucky.

(OOC: Sorry, I have to go. TIoR, could we do the battle tomorrow?)

(OOC: Sorry, I have to go. TIoR, could we do the battle tomorrow?)

Of course, c ya :)

OOC: I am a bit late but where would you like my c-130's to land and them where shall my Infrantry divison go?

"Where to head - wouldn't you think that we should go for doomingsland's marine base, where all this fighting was?", Potter asked his camera man? "No", Peter Winston replied "I heard rumors about rebel forces in Seaside city - could be interesting to be there".
"Ok, let's head for Seaside city", Potter said and took the highway in that direction. Peter Winston was glad that Potter didn't asked about the source of these "rumors". His boss did not know, but Peter Winston had another profession than camera man also. This profession was secret, military and in the true sense of the word special. He also didn't intent to inform Potter, who was most interested about the rebs in Seaside city - for sure Peter Winston was not primarily working to inform Aefland's public

"This conflict is getting bigger, gentlemen." Grinned General Stoli from his makeshift HQ.
"I think its time to send in the big guns"
"Ready the Imperial Marines"

The next day-IRN Sea Crest
"You ready for this?"
"Ready as I'll ever be"

Half an hour later, the 1st Marine Division landed on the northern tip of Eastern Island. 20,000 Marines, 150 Tanks, 500 Artillery pieces, and numerous other armoured vehicles charged up the shore. They were heading to the Doomingsland Military base to reinforce the garrison there.

OCC: To other nations, imagine you did not see or read the letter. This is for the rebals.

IC: Dear Rebal leader

My Marine Divisions have arrived. All soldiers have hit the beachs and setting up a base. My Navy divions will protect your seas for the Coservative foces. My Airborne divisions have deployed there "load". The fighters will handle the aircraft. I will be sending 1000 F-22's to begin Air superiority.

Signed,
Dictator B. H. Patel


http://www.usmc.mil/marinelink/image1.nsf/Lookup/2002103183210/$file/landingarglo.jpg
http://www.cpp.usmc.mil/cpao/pages/about/history/images/hitting_beach.gif
http://www.pacom.mil/imagery/archive/0103photos/010326jump-h.jpg
http://armor.kiev.ua/ptur/demask/m1a2.jpg

[OOC: Yoohoo!]

"B-Britney Spears concert videos?" one of the prisoners whimpered in a high-pitched, squeaky voice. "Have you no dignity, dear sirs? Have you no hearts, or souls?"

due to the fact that Roman Republic is now aiding the rebels and is sending help, 1,500 F-16s have left HP for RB along with 10,000 extra troops. Making the total number of troops 48,000.

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Thanks for bumping it, but I really think we should just let this thread die.

By now, the rebel corpses had been thrown into a mass grave, but the men on the crosses were still hanging up as a warning to all who would oppose the marines. The base was now better fortified, the gap in the wall had been sealed with sandbags and barbed wire, and a large formation of F/A25s(1000) was enroute to maintain air supperiority and hit ground targets.

((OOC: RB, consider me out. And next time man, make it invite >_> <_<))

Churchman was siting at the command post outside the Doomingsland base

Churchman: Hmmm I think we need to attack the rebel headquaders.

BIOmech Subcommander: we dont know where it is tho.

Churchman: hmmm... perhaps JL or some of the other nations might know... contact them.


BIOmech SC: yes sir.

The SC contacts all the nations invoved for info on potanchle rebal posstions

((OOC: RB, consider me out. And next time man, make it invite >_> <_<))

(OOC: Don't worry, this is my last thread.)

bump (because I'm bored)

(OOC: Don't worry, this is my last thread.)[OOC: I hope this doesn't mean you're leaving! :eek:]

[OOC: I hope this doesn't mean you're leaving! :eek:]

No, I won't be leaving. I'll still join threads, I just won't be starting anymore of my own.

OOC: I haven't read through the entire thread, so please excuse my lack of knowledge on the specific rebel leader(s)'(s) names. R_B and I have made some plans for an RP of our own and this is the starting platform. I think. :)

Uber-secret IC:

Certain factions within the United Empire of Colerica wish to assist the secessionist rebels in this war. Operating under the radar of the Emperor, these rogue Imperial officials are offering to secretly wire money to the rebels and can (clandestinely) supply them with weaponry, ammution, and equipment. No questions asked. If this information is leaked, they will deny all involvement and any evidence will be 'erased' (assassinations in RB may occur if this is leaked).

These people mean business, plain and simple. Again, these are a select few Imperial elites that are operating against the wishes of the Emperor, Maderic Thra. They collectively call themselves the Shadow Guild.

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Because of Roman Republic's added effort, I will be sending 3 more super carriers, each with up to 96 aircraft.

IC: Hundreds of C-56 transport aircraft flew over the dawn sky. In them were the 32 Parainfantry Division, 27th Mountain Division, and the 2nd Janissary Corps. They had spent the last 6 months learning air drop tequnies(sp) and COIN operation. In exactly 5 minutes they would be on the ground near the Doomingsland Military Base.

Because of Roman Republic's added effort, I will be sending 3 more super carriers, each with up to 96 aircraft.

IC: Hundreds of C-56 transport aircraft flew over the dawn sky. In them were the 32 Parainfantry Division, 27th Mountain Division, and the 2nd Janissary Corps. They had spent the last 6 months learning air drop tequnies(sp) and COIN operation. In exactly 5 minutes they would be on the ground near the Doomingsland Military Base.

OCC: I hope your helping me and the rebals. Anyway, The people who are dictators, your still considered rebals through your people's eyes. So i will crush people.

IC: Dear Rebal leader (OCC: What is the rebal leader's name?)

I will be eliminating the threats and will destroy your oppressors. I will be sending in 10 more Marine divisions and 12 Airborne divisions and 1000 RAH-66 Comanches.

Signed, your ally
B. H. Patel
OCC: All nations, Pretend you did not know about this letter.

The airborne divisions have been deployed and my OFW soldiers and my tanks have spotted enemys.

"Command, this is Wong. We have spotted Conservative forces. May we attack?"
"Yes, please do. Our rebal friends are getting slaughter"
Soldiers drive in their Smartruck 3. Unleashing machine guns and rockets.
"Let loose the Javelin MS"
http://www.army-technology.com/projects/javelin/images/jav14s.jpg
"We have spotted aircraft, shoot it with the Stinger MS"
"Roger"
http://www.sec.army.mil/arat/ARAT/Target_sensing_systems/Air_Defense/images/stinger.gif

"Bullseye, tanks and infanty destory."
"Aircraft have been destoryed
Enemy:
*Casualities: 300
*Prisoners: 20
*Tanks destroyed: 50
*Aircraft destoryed: 10

Friendlies:
Caualities: 0
Wounded: 100

Troops pepare to go from the bases to the cities, to clease it of Conservative forces.
"Marines lets move, the artillery aboard the Wasp Class will protect us."
The HMMWVs, M1A2s, and trucks(Prisoner transport) left the base.

5 minutes later, enter the first city.
"All troops, you ROE is fire at will. Kill the enemy, send them all to hell!"

Aircraft fly over by.
"Command, going into air superority."
http://www.docuverse.com/blog/donpark/images/f22.jpg
http://www-atdp.berkeley.edu/Studentpages/khu/AH-1.jpg
http://www.defence.gov.au/raaf/images/for_site/corporate/f35.gif

"Roger"

OCC: Roach-Busters, I might pull my troops out, because i am confusing myself. I got to watch more military movies. Or talk to my commanders.

OOC: I got 10,000 men there just doing stuff. Also Roman Republic is my ally so I will nto attack his soldiers.

Bumped.

I was gone for two days; any attacks on me did not happen.

OOC: Sorry. We actually destroyed your entire force and Roman Republic send a 3,000,000 marine force to conquer your nation. RB and I said we were gonna nuke you unless you gave us $1,000,000,000,000,000 each.

OCC: Roman Republic, no, I'm on RBs side.

OOC: Sorry. We actually destroyed your entire force and Roman Republic send a 3,000,000 marine force to conquer your nation. RB and I said we were gonna nuke you unless you gave us $1,000,000,000,000,000 each.

Wait, who are you talking about?

So are you on the Rebals side, Borman Empire.

Wait, who are you talking about?

So are you on the Rebals side, Borman Empire.

OOC: I was joking, he said he was gone and that any attacks on him did not happen.

NO, I'm helping R-B but our nations are allied.

OOC: I was joking, he said he was gone and that any attacks on him did not happen.

NO, I'm helping R-B but our nations are allied.


but I hope i'm not attacking you, and i hope your not attacking me.

OOC: If i'm helping RB and you are helping the rebels then we will eventually meet.

OOC: If i'm helping RB and you are helping the rebels then we will eventually meet.

Do you want an Armestade when we meet each other? So we do not attack each other?

I dont know what it is.

I dont know what it is.

It means we will not attack each other

Then yeah.

OCC: When do we start to fight.

IC: Aricraft begin Air Superiority, by reconing.

http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/6/62/JSF_thumb.jpg

http://www.screensavershot.com/automation/f22.jpg

http://www.dtic.mil/jointvision/graphics/rah66.jpg

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