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It was June 4th of 2017, Field Marshal Bertrand Navarre had just signed the unconditional surrender of the Mississippian Federation, ending what had started in March of 2006, what had come to be called, "The Great War". The Stalingrad estate had been abandoned in April of 2016, as approaching Canadian troops were so strong that the SRG garrison at the estate admitted to the Czar they could no longer guarantee the perimeter of the estate was safe. The Czar and Czarina, and their eight children were supposedly still in Jackson City when it fell to besieging Chinese soldiers.


However, Roger was currently driving north in an old officer's staff car, he would attempt to pass through Canadian lines and get into Arkansas, from where he would get to Louisiana and then on to Argentina to meet the rest of the top officials who were all jumping ship and heading for Argentina or one of a few other South American countries.

The last few days of the war had seen Roger, Alice, and their eight children, all being flown out of Jackson City by one of the last planes, piloted by a fanatically loyal member of the Fabus Youth.

Jackson City, once considered the most advanced city in the old USA, was now a pile of twisted steel and blown up pieces of brick and concrete. Over ninety-six percent of the city's buildings had been destroyed by Chinese and Cuban carpet-bombing. Most of the Mississippian air force had been destroyed in the earlier attempts to achieve air superiority over Canada; well at least their best pilots had been lost. New planes could be made, new pilots took years to turn into good soldiers. The most demoralizing blow to the air force came when the legendary ace, Herman Von Thaller, was shot down over the Gulf of Mexico by Chinese fighters based out of Cuba. The wreckage from his plane was found a few days later, but he had been dead since impact.


Chinese soldiers were moving through the largely still intact suburbs of Jackson City, stepping over white robes and black Mississippian National Front Party uniforms, the streets were lined with them as women had tossed their husbands' and sons' robes and uniforms into the streets so none of the advancing soldiers would know who had been in the MNFP or WKM. Most of the RG soldiers had burnt their tattoos off and were attempting to blend in with regular army POWs. The Republican Guard had been declared by the Chinese-Canadian-Cuban tribunal to be "An illegal combat organization, a quasi-military formation that is behind most, if not all of the human rights violations of the Mississippian regime, since day one."

Roger was hoping that William and Sylvia, the ex-leaders of South Africa, would be safe in Madagascar, with their children. William and his family had barely escaped South Africa, having to pay fifty billion dollars to the corrupt leadership of Madagascar to get "temporary asylum", and now William was debating whether to flee to the Middle East or to South America.

Roger had an RG Cavalry tattoo on his back, just before leaving an old farmhouse of a friend, he'd burnt the tattoo off, along with his "blood type" tattoo under his arm.

He sighed as he pulled up towards the final Canadian checkpoint on the Arkansas border, he smiled and nodded, his dirty Paratrooper lieutenant’s uniform, his colored hair, he hoped that they, along with his forged papers, would get him out of the country. He smiled at the Canadian guard, “Sir, I need to get to Arkansas, my family, they are refugees, waiting for me there… May I pass?”

The only thing odd about Roger was that he was wearing the only pair of boots he had at the time he had left Jackson City, a custom-made pair of boots that had cost him nearly one-hundred thousand dollars, a bit hard to imagine a lieutenant affording them. Besides, his face was on most currency, as was Alice’s, it wouldn’t be hard for somebody who suspected he was important, to figure out who he was.

He smiled as he handed his papers to the Canadian soldier, “Here…” He had perfectly forged papers, a fine alias, and it seemed all in order.


He sat back in his car seat, and sighed, it had been a long and brutal war…

Over one-hundred million Mississippian servicemen had fallen during the war, compared with nearly three billion Chinese soldiers (they had to draft a lot throughout he war), nearly one billion Canadian soldiers (indeed Canada had to enact general conscription to keep replenishing her ranks). The rest of the anti-Mississippian powers, all totaled, had lost over a billion soldiers. Everybody was tired of war.


At another Canadian checkpoint along the border of Louisiana, a woman in her mid thirties, with black hair and eight children, all dressed in tattered rags, was approaching the border. Her eldest son, about thirteen, was pushing a wheelbarrow with a few of the children too young or too tired to walk in it. She had a blanket pulled around her as it was it unusually cold for the time of year, about 46 degrees.

She frowned, wearing the look of the downtrodden and defeated, she coughed a little before asking the captain at the checkpoint, “Sir… May I please get through? My family is in Louisiana waiting for me… My home was destroyed in the war….”

The last official broadcast of the White Peoples Radio and Television Network had been played on June 2nd, 2017. It was Mladic's last broadcast, after it, his wife and children, disguised as refugees, had slipped into Alabama before the Chinese had setup too many checkpoints.

The broadcast was being replayed, the illegal secret station playing it had gotten the wrong one, meaning to play his unofficial June 5th, 2017 broadcast.


It came on the air, "If the Mississippian Empire, which now includes a greater part of the former United States, were to surrender to the Chinese, a wave of oppression would sweep across this land, the Chinese would institute communist policies without hesitation, and millions if not more, would be murdered. We have no quarrel with the Canadians, for they fight with a degree of honor. But even now, the reports from Fabus Island and all throughout Mississippi wherever Chinese soldiers are operating cannot be ignored. Old farmers murdered, young women raped, and prisoners of war mowed down without mercy. Mississippians must fight on to final victory over the communists, Jackson City must be held, fight to the last."


He hadn't felt like going off with a long and glorious speech, he had always believed what he was saying. But that time, by then, he knew it was all bullshit, the war was lost, by June 2nd, even he, the most devout of Fabus's supporters, was ready to call it quits.

On June 3rd, the Imperial Command Building, from where the Czar had directed much of the war, was stormed and taken by Chinese assault troops, they raised the Chinese flag over the building after neutralizing the remnants of the once proud SRG garrison, only a few dozen diehard fanatics had remained, most of the men had deserted to see to their wives and children. Nobody wanted to die in the last few days of a last cause.

Nobody except for the Fabus Youth, a single regiment had held up the Chinese for four days, and there were nearly a million more soldiers where those one thousand had come from. The youth of the city, fighting to the death for their leader, fighting to the death to achieve the promised victory they old RG officers kept talking about. In reality they were just buying time for the regime leadership to transfer their assets to secret foreign accounts and get the hell out of the city. But anyway, they didn't know that, so they fought on, loyal to the end.

It had taken the Chinese nearly twenty weeks of hard fighting to reduce Jackson City and push the defenders back into a small pocket around the Imperial Command building, and it had cost the Chinese nearly twenty-five million soldiers killed and twice that many wounded, the most massive city fight in the history of Mississippi or China.


Field Marshal Arthur Nelson had declared to the Czar, at the start of the siege, "We will require five million soldiers to effectively defend the city."

The Czar had replied, "How many do we have?"

The answer left him depressed and disheartened, "One million Fabus youth, fifty thousand Republican Guard, ten thousand Special Republican Guard, and a few hundred thousand assorted Federal Army, and a few hundred thousand more Peoples Guard Army... Then there are always the city police and other law enforcement... We can field about two million soldiers..."

Roger nodded and asked, "How many do they have... The Chinese, surrounding us?"

Nelson shook his head, "At least one-hundred million, but remember, they can't all attack at once, there can only be so many men per given unit of area, they can attack constantly though and wear us down, and they probably will..."

Roger shook his head, "My generals have betrayed me, they've cost us the war..." And then he stormed off into the courtyard of the Imperial Command building to light up a cigarette.

The Private at the checkpoint took Roger's documents in his hands and started examining them. Passport, Check. Military ID, Check. Drivers License, Check. Birth Certificate, Check. It all seemed to check out. Private Drew Swenson felt something strange in his gut. Something seemed off with this purported Lieutenant.

"Is there a problem, Private." Roger asked nicely as Drew stood there examining the documents.

"Yes Sir, Of Course Sir. I just have to check something with my Captain. However, could you first step out of the car."

"Of course Private." Roger stepped out of the car and immediately the boots caught the attention of the private. Not wanting to alert the man in the car, Drew turned calmly and walked to his commander. Of course Fabus could sense something was off.

Swenson walked over to the Guard shack where his commander, Captain John Mathisberg was resting. So far it had been an uneventful day.

Swenson shook the Captain awake.

"Sir, this man he says he is a Paratroop Lieutenant, and his documents check out, but something seems off to me. Not including the fact he is wearing boots that are worth more than a whole years salary for a Lieutenant."

"Swenson, stop worrying he is just trying to get to his family. He must have stolen some boots out of a store window. Let him into Arkansas."

"But, But, Sir...."

"Do as I say Private."

"Yes, Captain."

Private Swenson walked back over to Roger Fabus.

"Lieutenant...", Swenson looked down at the documents, "Himmerburg, You are free to pass, have a nice day sir, and I hope you find your family."

Roger got back in the car infiniely relieved.

"And the same to you Private, the same to you." Fabus replied as he drove off.

Meanwhile along the border to Louisiana a women dressed in clothes no better than rags walked up to the Canadian border checkpoint with 8 children in tow. The eldest pushing a wheelbarrow with the younger siblings in it.

Captain Lee Sklar walked up to the women to offer assistance.

"Of course man, You may go through. We are not here to stop poor families whose livelihood was destroyed in the war. Go and find your family."

Alice turned to the Captain, "We are forever grateful of your kindness."

With that the last immediate family of the deposed Czar strolled out of Mississippi to freedom. The border guards not comprehending what they had just done.

Roger immediately sighed relief as he got into Arkansas, and Alice in Louisiana was also relieved.

Alexander, her oldest son, tugged at her sleeve, "Mother, the paper said father is a criminal, is that true?"

She shook her head, "No, of course not, don't believe anything you read from now on, not even in Mississippian papers, they're no longer true..."


Roger picked up his cellular phone and dialed Alice, who was supposed to be in Louisiana now, she was, and she answered, "Are you okay?" he asked, not wanting to say anything that the Chinese might be listening in on.

She replied with a simple, "Yes... We're fine..." and then quickly hung up. They both knew the plan, to meet in Argentina, hopefully others would be there to meet them.




Roger then dialed the Argentine embassy in Arkansas, "Hello... I need to speak to the ambassador please..."

At another Canadian checkpoint, Dr. Baldur Von Schacht, posing as an Argentine international aid worker, doctor, "Joseph Sulla" was attempting to cross into Louisiana with his wife and children, all of whom had perfectly forged papers and altered appearances from what would be expected.

Schacht was known worldwide for his 2004-2005 work on the Racially Specific Biological Weapon, a weapon Mississippi had used in 2015 in desperation to try to keep China from taking Fabus Island. He had also cured most of the worlds diseases, such as HIV/AIDs, in the 1990-2005 time frame, but the regime, with his total approval, had kept all the cures inside Mississippi so that "Non-Mississippians won't pollute the planet for any longer than is absolutely necessary."

He was hard not to recognize, he had been known since 1984, the year Roger was born, Schacht had won countless Nobel prizes and other such medical awards, well after he started sharing his research and cures.

He smiled nervously at the Canadian, "Sir, may we pass?" he asked as his spotless 1981 Cadillac Eldorado idled at the checkpoint, his wife in another car, a BMW, behind his car, with the rest of the children. The only cars they had were two of their own, but with stolen plates of course. Schacht was worried since he hadn't been able to find any other car, about using his Eldorado, it was somewhat well-known that most top officials had been given numerous free cars, particularly Eldorados, during the Curtis years of the Fabus regime (1984-2004).

Schacht smiled again as he waited for the man to finish going over his papers, "Are there any problem, sir?" he politely asked.

News of the war had reached Argentina, and troops had been stationed along the nations borders to prevent outside violence from entering. The days were growing long as reports of the fall of key Mississippian cities were coming in.

Deep inside the Argentina Embassy in Arkansas the Mississippian Ambasador sat, nervously smoking. The phone rang and he picked it up.

"Yes? Yes, put him through."

Roger Fabus was on the otherside of the line.

"Mr Fa.... er Whom ever is on the other side of the line.... how may I be of service?"

News of the war had reached Argentina, and troops had been stationed along the nations borders to prevent outside violence from entering. The days were growing long as reports of the fall of key Mississippian cities were coming in.

Deep inside the Argentina Embassy in Arkansas the Mississippian Ambasador sat, nervously smoking. The phone rang and he picked it up.

"Yes? Yes, put him through."

Roger Fabus was on the otherside of the line.

"Mr Fa.... er Whom ever is on the other side of the line.... how may I be of service?"


Roger smiled, "I need to come to the Argentine Embassy, right away... I will need a travel visa, passport, and Argentine citizen papers. I need these immediately upon my arrival, as I must be on a train to southern Louisiana and then a plane to Argentina right away... I have important business to discuss with your leader."

Roger smiled, "I need to come to the Argentine Embassy, right away... I will need a travel visa, passport, and Argentine citizen papers. I need these immediately upon my arrival, as I must be on a train to southern Louisiana and then a plane to Argentina right away... I have important business to discuss with your leader."

The Ambassador nodded, "Of course. We will have a place set for you. We will get you to Argentina as soon as we can."

Field Marshal Bertrand Navarre was sitting in a cell in a Canadian prison camp, an old Curtis era detention facaility that hadn't been used since Roger came to power.

He sighed, it had been awful, he was a prisoner of war now, at least it was to the Canadians.

Mississippi had offered on May 22nd, 2017 to surrender unconditionally to the Canadians, English, and French, but not to the Chinese, Cubans, or Brazilians, the Canadians, English, and French rejected this, demanding that the surrender be unconditional and to ALL powers involved against Mississippi.

Navarre spat as he thought of just how bad the Brazilians and Chinese were, shipping off prisoners to work in slave labor facilities in Brazil and China. It was not for nothing that fighting was still going on, as remnants of dozens of various divisions all across Mississippi were attempting to fight their through Chinese, Cuban, and Brazilian lines, to surrender to either the Canadians, English, or French.

Over twenty thousand RG men had fought a four day battle in the last week of the war, just to avoid being in the Chinese zone of occupation (The RGIS had learnt of who was to occupy what regions). The RG units in the fight had managed to breakthrough and surrender to a French Mechanized Infantry Brigade and an English Parachute Division.

It was also not for nothing that since the Chinese had been in southern Mississippi (middle of 2016) insurgencies and guerilla warfare had begun being waged against them by citizens and specially established WKMCK guerilla bands, as they attempted to advance north towards Jackson City.

People had been risking death to oppose the Chinese, and many still were fighting them, in hopes of making their zones of occupation ungovernable. And it was meeting with some degree of success. Chinese supply lines were breaking down, nearly three thousand Chinese soldiers a day had been dying due to guerilla efforts, in addition to over fifty thousand dying a day in the early parts of 2017.

The Mississippian army was, even in 2017, still a force to be reckoned with, two RG Armored Divisions, supported by six army divisions, had launched a serious counter attack against forty various Chinese divisions, destroying or badly mauling most of them before running out of oil and having to abandon their tanks in the field and cancel the rest of the attack.

Oil was one thing Mississippian forces had been desperately in need of, ever since Mississippian Egypt and Western Sahara had signed separate peace treaties with the Anti-Mississippian powers in 2015 and thus been out of the war, and then Angola falling in 2015 and South Africa being mostly occupied by 2016, Mississippian forces were running nearly on empty when it came to oil.


Navarre called for the Canadian officer in charge of the prison, shouting, "Guard, guard, I want to see the commander..."

The Ambassador nodded, "Of course. We will have a place set for you. We will get you to Argentina as soon as we can."



Roger smiled, "Good, I'll be at the embassy in an hour or so... Have some guards waiting for me, would you... Thanks... Oh one more thing, my wife and children, eight kids, we will all need papers and such, contact your embassy in Louisiana, my wife and kids should be there shortly, have them ready, please."



About an hour later, Roger arrived at the Argentine embassy, an SRG officer from the Roger Fabus SRG Division was waiting there for him, with some of his personal items, and a change of clothing. Roger thanked the officer and quickly changed into the suit he had there for him.

At an English checkpoint, a man in his mid 30s, and his wife in her late 30s or early 40s arrived in a large truck. The woman was driving, the man was in the bed of the truck with his children.

He jumped out of the truck, and shouted to the captain, "My name is Henry Fabus, my wife and I wish to get to Mexico... We need to get through here so we can get into Louisiana, then on on to Texas and then to Mexico... I have nothing to be afraid of, I am not going to leave under a false name, I've done nothing wrong, I've had no part in this regime, my being a Fabus is not a crime... My papers are in order, please let me pass."

He handed the man his papers, they were indeed in order.

The Captain hefted his weapon and looked over Henry's papers. After he was done, he looked up at Henry, "I'm going to go make a phone call, shouldn't take long."

He turned and walked quickly back into the guardhouse, once inside, he called up his commanding officer. After a short conversation informing him of the situation, the Captain walked back out of the guardhouse.

"Mr. Fabus, you can pass. Be careful, I think there might be some Chinese soldiers in the area, and they won't be as kind as us.", he shouted. He motioned for the sentry to open the gate...

At a French checkpoint, a one George Fabus and Isabel Fabus, and their children were in a large van, George smiled at the the guards, "Hello... I am... Well, we are refugees, we were farmers in Neshoba County, we need to get into Alabamba, please can you let us pass?"

He handed the man the papers, perfectly forged papers.

The sentry didn't smile back. He took the papers in his hand and looked them over. The sentry looked back at the van, peering into the window just to make sure all of the photographs matched. Flipping through them once more the guard nodded, pleased with what he found.

"Yes you may pass" He said in a thick French accent. The guard motioned to open the gate. After it had risen, the sentry motioned them along.

Another vehicle, a perfectly clean Cadillac Eldorado arrived at the French checkpoint. It was Slobodan Karloff, the Minister of Paramilitary Operations, he was with his wife and three children. The man still had a Serbian accent, he spoke politely enough, "Sir, we need to get through, here are my papers, we're just business folks, our business was leveled by bombs though..."

His papers were in order, but for a simple businessman, he sure had a nice car, the 1981 Cadillac Eldorado, a favorite of the regime elite, new production, the old molds were remade and the cars were brought back into production on orders of Curtis Fabus.

The sentry took the papers, again ignoring the man's reasoning for the most part. Every one of the refugees had a story and he didn't really care to hear them, however this man's was very suspicious. After all, his car was spotless, yet there business was apparently leveled. The guard thumbed through the papers, making sure that the photographs matched up. He held the papers as if he was still examining them and decided to make 'small talk' with the alleged refugee.

"When was your business destroyed?" He asked casually. The guard's accent confirming that he was without a doubt straight from France.

Karloff frowned, trying his best to conceal his Serbian accent, "June 1st, in the carpet bombing of Philadelphia, in Neshoba County..."


Philadelphia, a bustling city of 600,000 had been leveled by the Chinese and Cubans, even though it no longer held military value by June 1st as the end of the war was in sight, and it only had a small garrison of about five thousand soldiers and ten thousand paramilitaries. It had already been isolated and bypassed, but the Chinese wanted to make an example of it, and thus they leveled it, killing over 200,000 and injuring nearly 300,000 in a massive firebombing against the city.

The guard nodded, recalling the events from just days ago. He wasn't pleased by the story and looked at the spotless car once more. "I can't imagine someone fleeing a warzone is going to stop and wash their car..." The guard remarked to himself.

He folded the papers in half against his index finger, showing no signs of giving them back just yet. "When did you leave Philadelphia?" The guard asked, his eyes running along the clean frame of the car.

Karloff smiled, nervously, then he frowned, "We left because we heard the Chinese might be taking the city with paratroopers, well what was left of the city... We didn't want to be in a city under their occupation... French, Canadian, or English perhaps, but not Chinese..."

He pointed to his wife in her late 30s, and his oldest daughter, nearly 16, "There are women in my family, you know what the Chinese soldiers would do, yes?"

He was praying the man didn't search the trunk, there was over 100 million in cash in the trunk of his car.

The guard stared coldly at him, hardly listening. He only gave the women an equally cold stare when the man mentioned what the Chinese would've done. It was obvious he didn't care.

The guard merely turned away and called for one of the other men at the checkpoint. "Armand, viennent ici!" He shouted. One of other guards quickly approached. "Je ne fais pas confiance à cet homme." He said to the guard known as Armand.

"Pourquoi?" Armand replied, craning his neck so that he could see the man.

"Regardez sa voiture. Elle est trop propre et trop chère pour un homme d'affaires." The guard said, pointing at the car. Armand nodded in reply.

"Que recommandez-vous Adrien?" Armand asked.

"Je suggère que nous l'examinions" The guard known as Adrien said. He turned to face the automobile.

"Sir, please step out of the car" Adrien said. Armand had raised his weapon and trained it on the rear windows of the automobile.

Karloff's 15 year old son was eyeing the glove box, readying to grab for a pistol inside, his mother shook her head and so he leaned back into the seat and kept his hand's still.


Karloff stepped out of the car, "Yes, what is wrong sir, did I do something wrong? Are not my papers in order?"

"We are going to search your vehicle." Adrien said, his gloved hand gripping his weapon. "So if you would all step out and stand over here" He said, motioning for an area by the guardhouse. "This should not take long" Adrien said.

Karloff shook his head, "Is that really necessary... I mean there is nothing inside our car except for business related materials..."

He motioned for his family to step out, they all did without hesitation, and they stood aside while the soldiers moved over to his car.


Karloff sighed as they started to search his car, he then said, "There are guns in the glovebox, but we're Mississippians, we'd be abnormal if we didn't have at least one or two pistols in our car, you know?"

The Frenchmen continued to rummage through the automobile. They withdrew the pistols from the glovebox and set them on the roof of the car. The men then went backdown and continued to search, not finding anything of particular interest.

"The trunk" Adrien said bluntly. "How do open it?" He demanded. The man was quite unfamiliar with the automobile and felt it necessary to search the trunk of it.

Karloff shook his head, "There is nothing in the trunk you need to see..."

Adrien eyed the man, obviously annoyed. "I will be the judge of that" He said coldly. "Give me your keys" Adrien said, stepping towards Karloff with an outstretched hand.

Karloff handed the man the keys, "There you are, sir, but there is nothing of your concern in my trunk..."

Adrien snatched the keys from Karloff, eyeing him once more. He signaled for Armand to watch Karloff and his family while he checked the trunk. Adrien walked behind the car, inserted the key, and twisted. With an audible sound the trunk was unlocked and he opened it up.

Karloff then started to immediately explain, "The money, it's business funds, we emptied out all the money we had in the world, please just let us go, fill your pockets if you want, just let us go, please..."

Adrien was amazed by the massive sum of money in the trunk of the car. He was thrown off of his professional stance momentarily, but listened to Karloff's pleas. Armand had raised his gun suddenly, aiming right at Karloff as soon as he began. Adrien had listened to Karloff, but certainly wasn't going to let them off. After all, they could turn them in and still take the money.

"Exactly what business did you say you were in?" Adrien asked, approaching Karloff. It was obvious he was back to being dead serious.

Karloff sighed, "I was... I was... I did work for... I did private contracting work for some party officials in Philadelphia, helping them with various issues, security issues mostly. But I know nothing of any real importance, nothing that is important today."

He smiled, "I'll give you and each other guard a million dollars, just let us go, please..."

"Sir, I believe there are plenty of important things today" The Frenchman said. "We have a very nice, very clean, car parked in front of our checkpoint. This car is filled with over eighty million dollars..." Adrien couldn't help but grin. "This is important today" He said.

The guard slowly approached Karloff. "Why would I need a million dollars?" He asked Karloff. "Why would I need that when I can have twenty-five million?" Adrien said. Using the sum of money to suggest that he would split it amongst the others at the checkpoint. "For all I know you may have never existed..." He said, a smirk gracing his face as he pointed his weapon at Karloff. Adrien tilted his head. "Now try and convince me why I shouldn't just kill you, your family, and just take the money for myself?" He asked Karloff, quirking an eyebrow.

Karloff smiled, "If you killed me, I'd be avenged, your families would surely suffer if you killed a man as important as me... Either take my money or take the Volunteer Guard's bullets... Yes, the VG is alive and well outside of Mississippi, even inside here, still they operate in parts of our lands, yes..."


He grinned, "You don't have any idea who I am, do you? Just take your million a piece, and get the fuck out of my way, or you can all die, it's really a nice deal, just take the money and don't fuck things up, okay?"


Ooc- The VG invokes fear in the occupiers as the VG is the main insurgent group, waging guerilla warfare and basically the occupiers are scared sh--less of them.

Adrien grinned. He showed no sign of letting up. Afterall he was now confident they had quite a find on their hands. "And just who might you be exactly?" He questioned, now standing only feet away from Karloff. The guard eyed his daughter, almost willing to push the man further. Afterall he seemed to be capable of telling him more.

Karloff smiled and finally admitted it, "Slobodan Karloff, Minister of Paramilitary Operations, and I suggest that you let me through right now."

He glared at the man, "If you look at my daughter the wrong way again, I'll see you hang..."

The guard shook his head, almost laughing. "Mr. Karloff... I can make sure you don't live to see me die, and I can also make sure you're daughter won't die a virgin..." Adrien said with a smirk, eyeing his daughter once more. "Now please, who is the one in control here Karloff?" He said, raising his weapon up.

His daughter stifled a gasp and moved behind the mother and her oldest brother.


Karloff sighed, "You are... Please, just let us go, take what you want, but please just leave my family alone, okay? I mean, come on, we're all white, aren't we? Some of my best friends are French..."

Adrien shrugged. "You're very observant Mister Karloff." He said with a chuckle. "But I'm afraid I can't just let you go." Adrien said, pocketing the car keys. He turned around and fired a round into each of the tires facing him. "After all I have orders and one-hundred million dollars waiting for me." Adrien said, smirking.

"Armand, sièges sociaux d'appel. Dites-leur que nous avons attrapé quelqu'un très important." He ordered Armand. Obeying, Armand stepped inside the guardhouse and phoned up headquarters, informing them of the 'refugees' they caught.

"Vous deux, cachez la voiture!" He shouted to the two others, tossing one of them the keys. One of the guards climbed in the drivers seat and started the it. The other shut the trunk and got in the passengers seat. They drove several hundred yards away and parked the car in a small wooded area, being sure to lock it.

"Mister Karloff... You will be handed over to the proper authorities... We are not letting you go" Adrien told him sternly, informing him of the situation.

Karloff nodded, "Okay, at least let my family go, that is certainly reasonable, yes? They never had any hand in any of my work and they had little if any knowledge of what I did... They've done nothing that is of concern to anybody."

"I would've considered that... However as you said, I'm a dead man. Surely your family will inform the VG about us." He said looking at them. "The VG will come and kill all of us" Adrien said, waving his hand around the general area of the checkpoint. "That's if I let them go... And quite frankly I don't want to die Mister Karloff. So they will stay with you."

Karloff smiled, secretly knowing that the man's radio transmission to "Headquarters" was instead to a nearby VG unit shadowing the Karloffs to assure they made it safely out of the nation, they intercepted and replied in perfect French (the frenchmen he knows)


Karloff looked at the man again, "Really, you should let my family go, they'd be in Alabama, who could they possibly harm there, let the children go at least, yes?"

Adrien approached glanced once more at them and shook his head. "I'm afraid I can't do that Mister Karloff." He chuckled slightly. "They're all going with you..."

Karloff smiled as a red dot appeared on the man's chest, suddenly red dots appeared on each of the guard's chests. There were VG all around, dozens of them, hiding in the woods along each side of the road.

Slobodan chuckled a bit, “Well, who is in control now… I told you I am very important, you don’t think a paramilitary leader such as myself would be without some form of paramilitary escorts to shadow me, eh? Now what say you each take a million dollars and then go fuck yourself for all I care, just stand out of the way while my family and I drive off, that is after you fix our flat tires… By the way, your radio transmission to your command, it was really a nearby VG radio interception team… So let us go, or you can be shot full of so much lead, they’ll need a forklift to move your casket…”

The Minister of Information, Alessandro Giulio Cesare, was broadcasting propaganda still, even though he was doing so illegally and was doing so from a concealed radio position.


"The reports that the Imperial Command building fell to the Chinese invaders is a lie. The Czar and Czarina are still in command of all resistance in Jackson City, and 8th Army is readying to linkup with the Jackson City Defense Army to open a corridor into the city to let civilians out and reinforcements and supplies in. The Chinese are committing suicide on the gates of Jackson City.”


He paused for a few seconds and continued, “Reports that Curtis Fabus was killed in a bombing attack against Philadelphia, in Neshoba County, on the 1st of June, are sadly true, our first great leader lies dead, let us pray for his soul to find eternal rest.”

“This is the White Peoples Resistance Radio, we will bring you more shortly, we must now move our transmitter before the Chinese can locate us.”



Curtis smiled at Cesare as he shut the transmitter off, “Thanks Alessandro, with everybody thinking I’m dead, it’ll be that much easier for me to sneak out of the nation.”

Cesare nodded, “Yeah, but for the love of God, please go through Canadian, French, or English lines, if you were caught by anybody else…” He shuddered at the thought, “Just please sir, okay?”

Curtis nodded his head, “Of course, of course… I’ll probably have a tough enough time getting out as it is though, no need to make it any more difficult on myself, you know?”

The two men smiled at each other, and quickly embraced, patting each other on the back.

Cesare then stepped back and threw his left arm into the air, saluting him, Curtis returned the salute, “See you in Argentina.” He said, before he turned and left.




Curtis decided to go out through English lines, getting into a section of Arkansas border region that was lightly guarded to begin with so there’d be no problem just slipping across if it came to it. He drove up to a English checkpoint in an old beaten up truck, the sort a poor farmer might have. Indeed it had belonged to a farmer, Curtis had traded a farmer 10 pounds of gold for the truck and some clothing, he wanted to look the part as well.

He frowned a bit at the lieutenant, “Good day, sir, I need to get to Arkansas…” His face betrayed no emotion, except for the tired look of one exhausted from war, “May I pass?” He handed the lieutenant his expertly forged papers.


Curtis hadn’t had much publicity since August of 2004 when he had retired as leader and let Roger take over, but before that, he’d been well-known since 1970 as a master child artist, and then later in the mid and late 70s as a world renown racist and white supremacist who supported various movements, he’d written at least a dozen books by 1980, by 1983 he’d fought in Peru, Colombia, Afghanistan (On the side of Mujahaden guerillas) later he’d led the 1984 Mississippian Civil war, he was ruler of Mississippi for nearly 20 years, considered one of the most famous people in the world. Only an idiot or a man with no way of receiving media, wouldn’t recognize him.

However all the pictures, posters, propaganda, and currency that had Curtis on it had all been when he was younger, clean-shaven, with brown hair and blue eyes. He had taken his time to alter his appearance.

The man waiting before the lieutenant was a dirty-looking, older man, with a full beard, black hair, and green eyes. Curtis frowned, “Sir, may I go? Is something wrong with my papers?”

bump

In Bolivia, millions of weapons of Mississipian design were being churned out daily to be shipped to the Facists. The dictator of Bolvia, Marshall Jose Rodriguez, was sitting in his office smoking a cigar, when the phone range,

"Hello?"

"Jose, it's Juan. We've got rumors from our people in Mississipi that Curtis is dead."

"Bah. Unlikely. He's probably on his way out now."

"Well, what do we do?"

"We will supply weapons to the loyalists, of course. Keep me posted."

He hung up the phone, and took a drag. Shame he hadn't gotten involved in the fighting.

The phone at the Bolivian embassy in Mozambique was ringing, it was Franz Von Schacht, he'd fled South Africa and was in Mozambique.


"Hello... I am... Well who I am is currently unimportant, I need Bolivian citizenship, papers, and a passport, I can pay for these items of course. I will also need six tickets to any airport in Bolivia..."

Jackson City had been declared a disaster area, basically a mess, by the United Nations.

The majority of the second largest city, Biloxi, was still intact and thus the capital was moved to Biloxi by the Canadian-English-French authority.

The Chinese had proclaimed, as had the Cubans, "They'll be greeting us with flowers and kisses."

Already there had been over ten dozen suicide truck bomb attacks and hundreds more individual suicide bomb attacks against buildings being used by occupying soldiers.


A particularly favorite tactic of the VG and ex-RG and other insurgents, was to string trip-wires across roads used by occupation convoys, and have claymores along the sides of the road facing into the road. When the wires were tripped, it became a hellish inferno as dozens of claymores and other explosive devices went off.


Biloxi was about 90% intact and home to nearly thirty million people, most of whom had managed to get out of the war pretty well, not as well-off as when they had entered it, but well-enough. And Biloxi was now the stronghold of the insurgency movement. Over seventy-five thousand insurgents were based in Biloxi and reported to have a few dozen T-110 tanks (upgraded version of the T-98), in addition to other heavy weapons.

One thing the guerillas had plenty of were Stinger-II missiles (advanced stinger AA missiles) and they had been downing occupying aircraft almost every chance they got. It was a mess, none of the occupiers had a viable post-war plan. Nothing seemed able to hold the country together and keep the people at peace. Already, demonstrations throughout the country were calling for an end to the occupation and a restoration of the Fabus monarchy.


China was demanding that all industry in Mississippi be disassembled and taken back to China, and at least 20,000,000 Mississippians become slaves to help repay China's war debts. They also wanted to humiliate Mississippi by limiting the size of her new armed forces and forcing them to accept the entire burden of responsibility for the war.

Canada, England, and France, seemed to realize that Mladic had been right, China was going to become the new enemy, the real enemy. They wanted to get Mississippi back on her feet as quickly as possibly, keep the Chinese as out of as much of the former Federation as possible, maybe even restore the Federation or the unthinkable, restore a Fabus to the throne. Whatever it took to rebuild Mississippi and have a potential ally in the event China started the next war. Already they knew China was an unreliable ally when China, for no reason, invaded and occupied Japan, and plundered and raped their way across Fabus Island and southern Mississippi. Whatever the case, Mississippi had to be rebuilt, and fast.






Ooc- FYI- Canada, France, and England are for lenient peace. China and Cuba are for a Versailles style peace. Brazil is undecided.

Roger decided the conditions were starting to shift and the time was right to contact the English in hopes they'd be able to get the French and Canadians, who were both in favor of severing ties with China, Cuba, and Brazil, to do so.


Roger, who was by now in the city where the Argentine embassy was, on his way to the embassy, dialed the English Prime Minister using his cellular phone (the SRGIO had given him a list of important phone numbers just before he was flown out of what was left of Jackson City.

It was ringing, suddenly a man picked up...


"Hello, Mr. Prime Minister... Do you know who this is?"

Over 11 years, the course the nation of ITD took had been one of unprecedented advances in military and electronic technology. The world had seen the creation of LOKI, the AI computer that now controlled the empire's vast information network. LOKI was one of the few computers existing that made use of biological circuitry designed after the human brain. The eye of LOKI, a vast satellite and observation system, had been watching the war on Mississippi over the course of several years.

It the tallest tower of the ITD Central Hive, the official name of the emperor's palace, the continued data streams flowed across the video screens which were stationed in front of the ever watching eyes of Emperor Erik Kersk, whom was growing impatient and concerned.

Erik spoke loudly "Loki...."

<yes, father>

Erik grumbled, "What do your eyes see?"

<my eyes. they see the fall>

Erik nodded, "The fall of the once great empire of Mississippi?"

<yes, father. the fall of the fabus'. what will they do?>

Erik sighed, "Well, I suppose they will flee to somewhere safe."

<here?>

Erik shook his head, "No. We will allow no refugees here, such has been the policy for nearly a decade."

Erik waved his hand over a beam of light, which was emanating from the screen in front of him. The empire had long since advanced to the point of integration with machines, the most common tool being what can on be described as a crystal laden addition to the persons nervous system. The screen disappeared from view, leaving the mere image displayed in a rich beam of light. The images shown were what Loki was seeing, the destruction of Mississippi.

Erik shook his head, "Well, that era in history is now over."

<era, father? what do you mean?>

Erik "Just keep watching, keep learning. You will learn your purpose soon enough."

LOKI was originally designed for the sole purpose of affording the Emperor's first son a new life. Loki Kersk was killed 12 years prior in a peasant rebellion, his guards were also killed. The Emperor had managed to escape with his wife, but they were not successful in regaining their son. While the body had died, the mind remained intact and was preserved. Unlike Julia Fabus, however, his mind would not take to a new body. An artificial design was designated to provide some sort of new life for Loki. He was the perfect combination of man and machine.

Prime Minister Nicholas Outlaw swiveled around in his chair as his phone began to ring. "Always disturbing my thoughts, these people are." he thought to himself.

He picked up the phone and pressed the blinking 'Line one' button.

""Hello, Mr. Prime Minister... Do you know who this is?" came a voice over the phone. The Prime Minister thought for a second and replied,

"What do you want, Fabus?"

Alice and her eight children finally arrived at the Argentine embassy in New Orleans, she had been walking for hours and was exhausted, the heat in Louisiana was a stark contrast to the extreme cold in Mississippi. She collapsed outside the embassy gates and one of her sons rushed up to the gate and shouted, in Spanish, for the guards to help her and get a medic. He suspected it was heat exhaustion.

Prime Minister Nicholas Outlaw swiveled around in his chair as his phone began to ring. "Always disturbing my thoughts, these people are." he thought to himself.

He picked up the phone and pressed the blinking 'Line one' button.

""Hello, Mr. Prime Minister... Do you know who this is?" came a voice over the phone. The Prime Minister thought for a second and replied,

"What do you want, Fabus?"


Roger smiled, and in a serious tone said, "You know the Chinese are going to be a major problem for you, yes? We tried to tell you back in 2010 that we weren't your real enemy, the real enemy has always been the three communist powers, China, Cuba, and Brazil... I suggest we meet, face to face, to discuss these matters in greater detail, what do you say?"

Karloff smiled as a red dot appeared on the man's chest, suddenly red dots appeared on each of the guard's chests. There were VG all around, dozens of them, hiding in the woods along each side of the road.

Slobodan chuckled a bit, “Well, who is in control now… I told you I am very important, you don’t think a paramilitary leader such as myself would be without some form of paramilitary escorts to shadow me, eh? Now what say you each take a million dollars and then go fuck yourself for all I care, just stand out of the way while my family and I drive off, that is after you fix our flat tires… By the way, your radio transmission to your command, it was really a nearby VG radio interception team… So let us go, or you can be shot full of so much lead, they’ll need a forklift to move your casket…”

Adrien looked down at his chest. He gulped, trying to maintain his composure. After all he was still in control. If he wanted he could drop Karloff right now, of course none of the other guards would live.

"Very clever Mister Karloff..." He said with a smirk, trying to act unfazed. "You're still in control..." Adrien reassured himself. "But I assure you, that this only complicates matters. As you see we can kill you and your family, and then we will all die as well. No one will win Karloff..." He told Slobodan, a grin on his face. "And I'm not going to take just one-million..." Adrien said, flashing his teeth. "I want twenty million for each of us" He said. "I believe that, that would be fair..."

The phone at the Bolivian embassy in Mozambique was ringing, it was Franz Von Schacht, he'd fled South Africa and was in Mozambique.


"Hello... I am... Well who I am is currently unimportant, I need Bolivian citizenship, papers, and a passport, I can pay for these items of course. I will also need six tickets to any airport in Bolivia..."
"Right this way please." said the man at the desk, who lead Franz behind the desk, and down into the basement. They were met by an Inquisitioner.

"Well, Franz, I suppose you'll be wanting these." said the colonel, handing Franz a diplomatic passport, papers, and an ID card identifying him as a Bolivian citizen. "You will go under the alias Carlo Sanchez, and here are the plane tickets..." he said, taking out an envelope with the tickets. "One more thing," he handed Franz a diplomatic bag. Inside was an HK Mk.23 SOCOM with three spare magazines and a sound suppresor. "Incase someone hassles you..."

Adrien looked down at his chest. He gulped, trying to maintain his composure. After all he was still in control. If he wanted he could drop Karloff right now, of course none of the other guards would live.

"Very clever Mister Karloff..." He said with a smirk, trying to act unfazed. "You're still in control..." Adrien reassured himself. "But I assure you, that this only complicates matters. As you see we can kill you and your family, and then we will all die as well. No one will win Karloff..." He told Slobodan, a grin on his face. "And I'm not going to take just one-million..." Adrien said, flashing his teeth. "I want twenty million for each of us" He said. "I believe that, that would be fair..."



Karloff shook his head as some of the dots moved right up between the men's eyes, "Well, I don't think you'd ever have time to move your finger on the trigger... Kindly drop your weapons, slowly, and then your sidearms..."

He then looked right at the man who had leered at his daughter, "And you, take your body armor and groin protection armor off, just for a minute, okay, or else my snipers take your head off..."

"Right this way please." said the man at the desk, who lead Franz behind the desk, and down into the basement. They were met by an Inquisitioner.

"Well, Franz, I suppose you'll be wanting these." said the colonel, handing Franz a diplomatic passport, papers, and an ID card identifying him as a Bolivian citizen. "You will go under the alias Carlo Sanchez, and here are the plane tickets..." he said, taking out an envelope with the tickets. "One more thing," he handed Franz a diplomatic bag. Inside was an HK Mk.23 SOCOM with three spare magazines and a sound suppresor. "Incase someone hassles you..."


Franz nodded and handed the man a manila envelope with a large amount of money in it, "For your troubles." he said with a smile as he took the items offered to him. "Thank you for your help." was all he said before he left

Adrien's eyes crossed as the dot went between his eyes. Obviously the VG had been monitoring everything that was going on. He took a deep breath. "You're still in control Adrien..." Adrien told himself, again trying to provide some sort of reassurance.

Karloff then gave the order for them to drop their weapons. Adrien responded by curling his lip. He knew he could kill Slobadan this instant if he wanted to, of course he wouldn't live. Adrien then took another breath and motioned for the other men to comply. Each of them slowly set their guns down, then producing their pistols and placing them on the ground. The guards weren't nearly as composed as Adrien.

He curled his lip not yet lowering his weapons. His finger rested against the trigger, the temptation to apply just the smallest amount of force and end Karloff now was overwhelming.

"I'm not removing my armor." Adrien replied coldly, his finger ready to tighten at a moments notice. He knew what could very well happen as a result, but could tell by what Slobodan said, being very specific as to what portions of the armor he was to remove, that he had certain plans. Adrien wasn't going to cooperate to that degree.

Slobodan jammed his fist into the man's face after his eldest son had collected all their guns and pushed them off to the side, the son and the mother holding guns on the men.

Karloff then took the man's crotch armor off as he was reeling from the blow to his face... Slobodan smiled as he handed his daughter a pistol, she let go of her hold on younger brother (5 or 6 yrs old) and he stayed closed to his mother...

She smiled as she aimed at the man's crotch and fired four rounds, she then chuckled, "You won't be assuring anything with that from now on, I hope you learned a valuable lesson..."


Karloff then told the other two, "Get my car back up here... NOW! And I want the tires changed, the VG will be watching you each step of the way, don't fuck around..."

The Prime Minister knew Fabus had a point, he hadn't trusted the Chinese for years. He also was disgusted that the Chinese wanted to take slaves. He sighed and replied.

"You do have a point, Fabus, I haven't trusted any of them since I've been in office. Come by my office in the Parliament building, the guards will let you in."

He hung up the phone and leaned back in his chair, waiting...

The Prime Minister knew Fabus had a point, he hadn't trusted the Chinese for years. He also was disgusted that the Chinese wanted to take slaves. He sighed and replied.

"You do have a point, Fabus, I haven't trusted any of them since I've been in office. Come by my office in the Parliament building, the guards will let you in."

He hung up the phone and leaned back in his chair, waiting...


Roger immediately called back, "Are you serious, I'm not totally sure I can trust you, you must appreciate my situation, yes? I'm wanted in at least half a dozen nations... We can meet in Buenos Aires in three days, okay?"

Suddenly, Karloff's hand came swinging towards his face. Adrien's finger tightened on the trigger of his weapon, the bullets flying over his shoulder. The impact from the punch sent Adrien to the ground, his gun scraping across the asphalt.

Slobodan then removed the armor around his groin and handed a pistol to his daughter. He looked at her with pleading eyes, but it was obvious that it wouldn't accomplish anything. The muzzle flashed four times, a deep searing pain eminating from Adrien's groin. He held the area, screaming in pain.

The others watched the sight in horror and then looked to Karloff when he ordered them. The two nodded and ran off towards the wooded area where they had left the car.

Armand ran towards Adrien, his medical kit in hand. He was quick to try and get to work and save his friend from bleeding to death. As Armand worked away the Eldarado came rolling back, still on it's flats.

The two men parked it in the road and were quick to jump out, arms in the air as they approached Slobodan. "Wh-where are the tires?" One of them asked in a heavy accent. They weren't sure where they were going to get spares or equipment to patch them for that matter.

Slobodan's daughter then raised a gun up a bit, aiming it at the man's head, she grinned as she said, "Tell me now why I shouldn't kill you... Beg me not to kill you." She lowered the gun and shot him in the right kneecap. His eldest son kept a rifle trained on the other two men.

Karloff motioned with his hand for his wife to get the spares out of the trunk, there were two spare tires in the trunk, as was standard for government model cars.

She set them down in front of the guards that weren't injured and then raised her weapon again, "Get to work, hurry, do it fast but do it right."

"If I am seen leaving the country to meet up with you, Mr. Fabus, how do you think the Chinese, Cubans, and Brazillians would like that? It might even start another war if they think I am cooperating with the enemy. If it is alright, I can send someone in my place, and don't worry, I have no intentions of killing you, it would do nothing to help me." he replied calmly, taking another breath.

He then continued, "I have many important matters I must attend to within my country as it is."

Roger nodded, "Yes, I understand, but realize, we still have large armies in the field throughout our Commonwealth and Federation, your soldiers need to stop disarming them, give them back their weapons, and ready them to fight the Chinese, Cubans, and Brazilians, we need to prepare for the inevitable... Mississippian Egypt and Western Sahara signed peace treaties earlier in the war and stayed out for the most part, remember, thus they're fresh, I can talk to them and get them to go along...

ME alone can field at least fifteen million excellent quality soldiers against China. Western Sahara can contribute another million or so... We have over ten million various paramilitaries still in Mississippi, not even counting the unorganized resisters. We have nearly five million ex-soldiers from our nation in Argentina, granted they're unarmed and unorganized, but we can form them into new units and arm them up immediately... We must prepare for war with China."

Adrien closed his eyes when she raised the gun, still trying to fight the immense pain from the bullet wounds in his groin. Thankfully though Armand had given him painkillers to at least help ease the immense discomfort. Adrien gulped as he tried to think of a reason, surprised by her sudden 'change of heart.'

"I-I..." He stuttered, not sure what to say. Then she lowered the gun firing at his knee. Adrien replied, screaming in pain, his hands reaching for his shattered knee.

"Diable l'aer vous vous faisant chienne folle!?" Armand shouted, turning to face the daughter. He wore a look of complete shock and disgust. The girl really was insane. Armand went back to work, not sure what to take care of. He looked from the knee to the groin and decided on the groin. It would be best to stop the bleeding so he wouldn't die. Besides, they could always take off his leg if the need came.

Meanwhile the two other guards raced to put the tires back on the car. They were being extra obidient towards the Karloff's ever since they had driven the car to the woods. Unable to resist it, they each split one million, right down the middle. A sum they figured would be too small for them to notice at first, and large enough to satify a soldiers pay.

Karloff smiled as he walked over to the trunk, looking at his wife, "I'm just going to count the money real quick dear, it's easy to count, 100 stacks of a thousand bills, each valued at a thousand dollars..."


He started to count, "One... Two... Three..."


A few minutes later, he frowned as he stopped, "Ninety-nine... Hmmmm." He cocked the hammer on the pistol, "One stack is missing... Where could it have gone?"

He looked at the two men who were changing tires, "Maybe it just grew legs and walked away, yes? But then again, maybe you two can both survive being shot in the head multiple times, shall we test that theory?"


As he was talking, his daughter fired six more rounds into the wounded man, hitting him in the left kneecap, three times in the right lower leg, and twice in the left lower leg.

She then put a new magazine in the gun and shot the man through each hand, the wrists, and in both shoulders.


She chuckled as she stepped back and watched him writing in agony, "I think you learned your lesson, yes?" She then spat right into his face, and shouted, "Communist Pig!"

"Okay, I'll think about it, I'll brief my messenger on everything he needs to know, he will arrive in Buenos Aires' International Airport in three days and will go by the name, 'Big John', make a sign or something."

The men looked up at Karloff, obviously scared. They had just finished getting the tires set and were quick to dig through their uniforms, pulling out loose bills. In a matter of seconds a small pile of bills lay infront of Karloff's feet. "S-Sorry..." One of them said, apologizing.

Meanwhile as Armand worked to help his friend the daughter fired off more shots, just above his head. They struck Adrien in various parts of his lower body. Armand's jaw dropped, he heard another magazine loaded. Then more shots were fired, striking Adrien in his hands and shoulders.

"He's as good as dead..." Armand told himself as he looked down at Adrien who was wrestling with the pain. Furious, Armand rose from his dying comerade and quickly turned around to face the young woman. He swung at her, striking her along the face. Armand then grabbed the pistol from her by the barrel and was quick to aim it right at her face. He knew he probably wouldn't make it out of here now.

"What the hell is wrong with you!" He shouted at her above Adrien's plea for help. Armand was waving the pistol in face, fulling ready to fire.

"Okay, I'll think about it, I'll brief my messenger on everything he needs to know, he will arrive in Buenos Aires' International Airport in three days and will go by the name, 'Big John', make a sign or something."



Roger smiled, "Great, I'll have somebody there to meet him and bring him to where I will be at... You must understand that I can't be too careful, yes?"

The men looked up at Karloff, obviously scared. They had just finished getting the tires set and were quick to dig through their uniforms, pulling out loose bills. In a matter of seconds a small pile of bills lay infront of Karloff's feet. "S-Sorry..." One of them said, apologizing.

Meanwhile as Armand worked to help his friend the daughter fired off more shots, just above his head. They struck Adrien in various parts of his lower body. Armand's jaw dropped, he heard another magazine loaded. Then more shots were fired, striking Adrien in his hands and shoulders.

"He's as good as dead..." Armand told himself as he looked down at Adrien who was wrestling with the pain. Furious, Armand rose from his dying comerade and quickly turned around to face the young woman. He swung at her, striking her along the face. Armand then grabbed the pistol from her by the barrel and was quick to aim it right at her face. He knew he probably wouldn't make it out of here now.

"What the hell is wrong with you!" He shouted at her above Adrien's plea for help. Armand was waving the pistol in face, fulling ready to fire.



Before the man could decide to fire or not, his hand erupted in pain as a VG sniper blew it clear off, the pieces of his hand flying across the road and splattering some blood. she was quick to grab the pistol back up and shoot the medic in both kneecaps, keeping a safe distance so he couldn't try to lunge at her, "You just stay away from me, you're all the sort who would rape without hesitation, and you'll all get what you rightly deserve."


Karloff and his other family members kept their weaons trained on the two guards changing tires. Slobodan shouted, "Faster, hurry up! Oh wait, you're done... Good..."

The daughter looked at medic writing in pain on the ground, she motioned with her pistol, "Get up, move over to the ditch and kneel down in it... Facing away from the road... Now!"

Armand continued to shout at her, suddenly an immense, searing pain tore through his hand. He screamed out in pain, feeling for the wound but only finding a stump and nothing more. The hand that had formerly belonged to him was now discarded and laying on the asphalt, still clutching the pistol.

Then suddenly two shots rang out from the pistol, Armand falling to the ground writhing with pain. He attempted to grab his knee with his right hand, but only jabbed it with his bleeding stump.

The two soldiers changing the tires, heard shots behind them, a new voice added to the cries of pain. One of them gulped as he finished securing the last tire. He stood up, actually saluting Karloff and trying not to look at the sight just several feet away from him.

Armand, still writhing with pain could faintly hear the young women order him to the ditch. "Agh!..." He winced, trying to gather the strength to talk. "You-You'll just kill me!" Armand managed before letting out another scream.

Karloff looked at the two men who had just finished the tires, "Now, do you two want to accept my original deal, take a million each, and then run out of here before I change I my mind... Or do you want to be like the man over there who wouldn't stop leering at my daughter..."

As he was talking, he fired a burst from his rifle into the man lying on the ground, the man who had leered at his daughter. The rounds flew into the man's chest, tearing through tissue and muscle but no vital organs.


He slowly walked over towards the man, training the rifle right on his head, "Do you want to apologize yet?"


The VG in the woods kept their guard up, keeping the red dots on all of the guards in the event any of them tried something.

"We will take the money" They said in unison, surprised that they were getting more than they had actually taken. The two guards looked away, shielding their eyes from the sight.

Armand who was laying down not far from Adrien felt blood from the wounds spatter across his face. He looked over at Adrien, who was as good as dead, and prepared to witness the final moments of his friend.

"You're daughter... Is a whore..." Adrien managed, fighting the blood that had collected in his mouth. He knew he was dead and that was all he wanted now.

Slobodan shook his head, "No... She is totally pure and good... You may not die yet, it remains to be seen..."


He took out a small vial, it was Mississippian SRG grade combat enhancing drugs, little was known about them outside of Mississippi but they were reputed to immediately stop all pain, bleeding, and give the energy necessary to make it through even the most horrible wounds...

Karloff smiled as he dangled the vial in front of the man's eyes, "Do you want to ask me nicely..."

Sargeant Mike Hunt looked down at the papers of the Doctor and his wife. What tipped him off were the cars they were driving. The wife for one was in a brand new BMW when in fact most of the cars in Mississippi were destroyed or pressed into service as tacticals during the war and a new car was reserved for high ranking officials. Of course it was entirely possible that the car was taken off a dead family. What really struck Sargeant Hunt as suspicious was the El Dorado "Joseph Sulla" was driving in. There was a poster in the guard shack that said to look out for all 1981 El Dorados as top officials of the Curtis era recieved them, plus the mans face was oddly familiar.

"Sir could you please step out of the car." Mike asked Baldur.

"She's a whore!" He struggled before getting his breath. Adrien had no idea what the man was holding an apparntly a mercy killing wasn't on it's way.

"She's a whore!" He struggled before getting his breath. Adrien had no idea what the man was holding an apparntly a mercy killing wasn't on it's way.


Karloff smiled, "Yes, this is the much rumored combat boosting drugs... You might have read about how they immediately stop bleeding..."

Sargeant Mike Hunt looked down at the papers of the Doctor and his wife. What tipped him off were the cars they were driving. The wife for one was in a brand new BMW when in fact most of the cars in Mississippi were destroyed or pressed into service as tacticals during the war and a new car was reserved for high ranking officials. Of course it was entirely possible that the car was taken off a dead family. What really struck Sargeant Hunt as suspicious was the El Dorado "Joseph Sulla" was driving in. There was a poster in the guard shack that said to look out for all 1981 El Dorados as top officials of the Curtis era recieved them, plus the mans face was oddly familiar.

"Sir could you please step out of the car." Mike asked Baldur.


Baldur stepped out, speaking in Spanish, what translated to, "What is the meaning of this, I am trying to get out of here to get back to the airport so we can get to Buenos Aires... We live in Argentina, unless you want an international incident with Argentian, I suggest you let us go."

The guard, a Canadian, probably didn't know a whole let of Spanish, but "Sulla's" accent was perfect and he could easily pass for a native Argentine.

"Sir Could you please repeat that in English. I do not know spanish."

Baldur spoke in English, making a purposeful attempt to sound very bad in English, "Yes, sir, I very sorry for not speaking proper to you. My family and I, we want get back to Argentina, our homeland, yes? You know, we like Mississippi it nice place here but the war ruined the hospital where I was working in temporarily to help wounded citizens, yes, and so now we go home, you know, home, Argentina."

Roger smiled, "Great, I'll have somebody there to meet him and bring him to where I will be at... You must understand that I can't be too careful, yes?"

"Of course, goodbye."

The Prime Minister hung up the phone, after waiting for a few seconds, he picked it back up again and dialed up MI6.

"I need a Field Agent to go down to Buenos Aires in exactly three days..."

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Curtis decided to go out through English lines, getting into a section of Arkansas border region that was lightly guarded to begin with so there’d be no problem just slipping across if it came to it. He drove up to a English checkpoint in an old beaten up truck, the sort a poor farmer might have. Indeed it had belonged to a farmer, Curtis had traded a farmer 10 pounds of gold for the truck and some clothing, he wanted to look the part as well.

He frowned a bit at the lieutenant, “Good day, sir, I need to get to Arkansas…” His face betrayed no emotion, except for the tired look of one exhausted from war, “May I pass?” He handed the lieutenant his expertly forged papers.


English Checkpoint

The sentry rubbed his forehead as he read over the documents "Something just doesn't seem right about him..." he thought to himself. He then looked back up.

"What did you say your name was again?" he said with a heavy accent and a bit of suspicion in his voice.

"Of course, goodbye."

The Prime Minister hung up the phone, after waiting for a few seconds, he picked it back up again and dialed up MI6.

"I need a Field Agent to go down to Buenos Aires in exactly three days..."

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English Checkpoint

The sentry rubbed his forehead as he read over the documents "Something just doesn't seem right about him..." he thought to himself. He then looked back up.

"What did you say your name was again?" he said with a heavy accent and a bit of suspicion in his voice.


Curtis smiled, "James Winston, just a farmer from the rural areas... North of Hinds County..."

That was indeed where many farms were located, would his story be bought.

Baldur spoke in English, making a purposeful attempt to sound very bad in English, "Yes, sir, I very sorry for not speaking proper to you. My family and I, we want get back to Argentina, our homeland, yes? You know, we like Mississippi it nice place here but the war ruined the hospital where I was working in temporarily to help wounded citizens, yes, and so now we go home, you know, home, Argentina."

Mike looked up from the documents and looked straight in the face of the man in the car.

"All your documents are valid, but something isn't right. How did you obtain these expensive cars, especially the '81 El Dorado which I know for a fact were giving away to top ranking officials in the Curtis regime."

English Checkpoint

The sentry handed the papers back to Curtis, "Well, Mr. Fabus, would you please get out of the truck." he said.

"Private Montgomery!" he shouted to another sentry, "Search this man."

The Private ran over, and said to Curtis, "Sir, if you would please assume the position on the guardhouse wall over there..."

Mike looked up from the documents and looked straight in the face of the man in the car.

"All your documents are valid, but something isn't right. How did you obtain these expensive cars, especially the '81 El Dorado which I know for a fact were giving away to top ranking officials in the Curtis regime."


Schacht smiled, "We got the car, well believe it or not, man sell to me for medical services. He say, "my house hit by stray mortar round, daughter and wife injured bad, help me and I give you anything"... So I took his deal and accept this car as payment, I think he said he used to be a local leader of their MNFP party thing."

English Checkpoint

The sentry handed the papers back to Curtis, "Well, Mr. Fabus, would you please get out of the truck." he said.

"Private Montgomery!" he shouted to another sentry, "Search this man."

The Private ran over, and said to Curtis, "Sir, if you would please assume the position on the guardhouse wall over there..."



Curtis shrugged, "You're not talking to me, are you?" He motioned at the other trucks, "One of them surely? I've already told you, I'm James Winston, a farmer. I'm not royalty."

Schacht smiled, "We got the car, well believe it or not, man sell to me for medical services. He say, "my house hit by stray mortar round, daughter and wife injured bad, help me and I give you anything"... So I took his deal and accept this car as payment, I think he said he used to be a local leader of their MNFP party thing."


The Sargeant motioned back to Baldur's Wife's car.

"And the BMW sir?"

The Sargeant motioned back to Baldur's Wife's car.

"And the BMW sir?"


He nodded, "I'm a doctor, we make money, you know. That is our regular car."

He nodded, "I'm a doctor, we make money, you know. That is our regular car."


"Yes Sir, let me just go check something with my Captain."

Mike Hunt strolled towards the Guard booth where Captain Aldus Murphy was sitting tapping a pen on his clipboard, thourghly bored with sitting at the check point all day. The Sargeant examined the wall with the wanted posters on it. Suddenly one caught his eye, the poster of Doctor Baldur Von Schacht. That was who the driver in the car was reminding him of. Maybe it just might be the Nobel Prizing winning creator of racially specific biological weapons in the car.

"Captain this man claiming to be an Argentine doctor pulled up in an El Dorado. However, he looks similiar to Doctor Von Schacht from the Fabus regime and drives the same car. What should I do?"

The Captain perked up at the prospect of some action at the dreary post.

"Sargeant let me go confront him, and see if it really is him."

Aldus Murphy ambled on over to the El Dorado.

"Well Baldur, close but no cigar. Your trip ends here."

"Yes Sir, let me just go check something with my Captain."

Mike Hunt strolled towards the Guard booth where Captain Aldus Murphy was sitting tapping a pen on his clipboard, thourghly bored with sitting at the check point all day. The Sargeant examined the wall with the wanted posters on it. Suddenly one caught his eye, the poster of Doctor Baldur Von Schacht. That was who the driver in the car was reminding him of. Maybe it just might be the Nobel Prizing winning creator of racially specific biological weapons in the car.

"Captain this man claiming to be an Argentine doctor pulled up in an El Dorado. However, he looks similiar to Doctor Von Schacht from the Fabus regime and drives the same car. What should I do?"

The Captain perked up at the prospect of some action at the dreary post.

"Sargeant let me go confront him, and see if it really is him."

Aldus Murphy ambled on over to the El Dorado.

"Well Baldur, close but no cigar. Your trip ends here."


Baldur shook his head and started shouting in Spanish what translated to, "My name is Joseph Sulla. I am not this other man you claim I am! I demand to be allowed to pass! This will certainly be reported to my personal friend, the Premier of Argentina himself! He won't take kindly to this!"

Baldur shook his head and started shouting in Spanish what translated to, "My name is Joseph Sulla. I am not this other man you claim I am! I demand to be allowed to pass! This will certainly be reported to my personal friend, the Premier of Argentina himself! He won't take kindly to this!"

"Sir" said Murphy, "I do not speak Spanish, I am Canadian, French or English will do fine."

"Sir" said Murphy, "I do not speak Spanish, I am Canadian, French or English will do fine."



He sighed, "I am not he, this man you say I am, he is not me, I am not he... My name is Joseph Sulla, I am doctor in Argentina, why you not believe this, it truth..."

He sighed, "I am not he, this man you say I am, he is not me, I am not he... My name is Joseph Sulla, I am doctor in Argentina, why you not believe this, it truth..."

The Captain looked from side to side to make sure no one was watching and leaned over and rested on the windowsill.

"Look Dr. Von Schacht, I am not looking to arrest you I am looking to make some money off of this. So either you bribe me, or you and that pretty little family of yours are going to one of those Curtis Era Detention camps that you helped design the VX chambers for."

Schacht reached under the seat and then handed the man a large manila envelope, which contained nearly 5 million dollars. "I am not he, but if this makes things so I can leave, great... May we go now?"

Schacht reached under the seat and then handed the man a large manila envelope, which contained nearly 5 million dollars. "I am not he, but if this makes things so I can leave, great... May we go now?"

The Captain got up and said in a very loud voice, after secretly stuffing the envelope in his pocket.

"Well Mr. Sulla you and your wife may leave. Have a nice day and get back to Argentina safely. PRIVATES! Open the gate and let them through."

Schacht's Eldorado rapidly made it across the border, as did his wife's BMW, neither of them waiting any longer than it took the gate to open and the guards to move.

A middle aged man, General Miguel Antonio "Chemical Junior" Salazar who lived in Western Sahara, but had happened to be in Mississippi at the end of the war, was approaching a Canadian post near the border with Alabama, his plan was to speak only in Portuguese if it came to it, he hadn't really altered his appearance except for not shaving for a few months and coloring his hair. He was known as the most brutally ruthless field commander who had used chemical weapons against virtually every force that had ever opposed him, it didn't matter, he'd gas them all, VX was his favorite to shell enemy units with.


He smiled at the guard as he pulled up to the stop sign near the border, "Hello... I need to get into Alabama, my house was destroyed in the bombings... I am wanting to get to some relatives who live in Alabama, is that okay?"

The man looked at him, he didn't immediately recognize what the car was, it was sort of dirty and the brand was covered with snow (it had been snowing heavily earlier) but the car was a Cadillac, an 81 Eldorado to be exact, given to Francisco Salazar by Curtis Fabus, and then given to Miguel Salazar upon his father's death.

Curtis shrugged, "You're not talking to me, are you?" He motioned at the other trucks, "One of them surely? I've already told you, I'm James Winston, a farmer. I'm not royalty."

The sentry stamped his foot on the ground and cursed, "I was trying to get you to admit that you were a Fabus, I've been trying that same trick all day, it hasn't worked, unfortunately, and I've got a bet that I'll catch a Fabus before my friend in another division will. Everything looks in order, you can go on through." he said, and handed Curtis back his papers.

The sentry stamped his foot on the ground and cursed, "I was trying to get you to admit that you were a Fabus, I've been trying that same trick all day, it hasn't worked, unfortunately, and I've got a bet that I'll catch a Fabus before my friend in another division will. Everything looks in order, you can go on through." he said, and handed Curtis back his papers.


Curtis nodded, "Thank you sir..." He then reached over to get his papers back, a few of them fell, he opened the truck door and stepped out to pick them up, the soldier helping him, he thanked him, "Thank you sir, you're most kind..."

When Curtis was leaning over to pick up the papers, the soldier noticed he was carrying a pistol, a Walther PPK most likely, but he couldn't be sure from the quick glance he had.

Curtis smiled and finished picking up the papers, "Thank you sir, have a great day."

He started to climb back in his truck as he tossed the papers onto the passenger seat.

OOC:When's the other guy going to Bolivia?

OOC:When's the other guy going to Bolivia?



Ooc- We'll get to that. Fear not. And remember, restrict OOC stuff to IM or TG. Please.


Ic- Franz von Schacht, in Mozambique, was pacing back and forth at the airport, waiting for his Bolivian intelligence agency contact to meet him and help him get on a plane for Bolivia.

"That's a nice gun you have, though, I'm wondering how a farmer can afford a PPK..."

Private Montgomery cleared his throat and said, "Ummm, sir, you should look at something before you let him go."

Montgomery produced a five-hundred dollar bill out of his uniform and handed it to the sentry, "I pinched it off some guy's corpse, but anyway, look at the face on that..."

The sentry took the bill and glanced back and forth between Curtis and the bill. "Bloody hell..." he whispered to himself, and then shouted, "Close the gate!"

He trained his rifle on Curtis, "Please exit the vehicle and place your hands on your head, NOW!"

"That's a nice gun you have, though, I'm wondering how a farmer can afford a PPK..."

Private Montgomery cleared his throat and said, "Ummm, sir, you should look at something before you let him go."

Montgomery produced a five-hundred dollar bill out of his uniform and handed it to the sentry, "I pinched it off some guy's corpse, but anyway, look at the face on that..."

The sentry took the bill and glanced back and forth between Curtis and the bill. "Bloody hell..." he whispered to himself, and then shouted, "Close the gate!"

He trained his rifle on Curtis, "Please exit the vehicle and place your hands on your head, NOW!"


Curtis did as he was told, slowly stepping out the truck, "What is the meaning of this? The PPK was given to me for free, all male Mississippians must carry pistols, this was police surplus, I didn't have the money to buy a gun, so they gave me one..."

"Really? Then why hasn't anyone else I've searched today had one? I doubt most people would toss away their guns, not around here at least. He quickly reached and grabbed the pistol from Curtis's holster.

"Private, go and search the man in the next truck, see if he has a pistol like this. From what the briefings say, only the intelligence services and regime people get pistols like this."

"Really? Then why hasn't anyone else I've searched today had one? I doubt most people would toss away their guns, not around here at least. He quickly reached and grabbed the pistol from Curtis's holster.

"Private, go and search the man in the next truck, see if he has a pistol like this. From what the briefings say, only the intelligence services and regime people get pistols like this."


The private then noticed the pistol had writing engraved on it, "1st Parachute Division Cambodia 1983" He also noticed that the pistol had a silver frame, now that he was able to get a better look at it.


Of the next forty adult males in line at the checkpoint, sixteen of them had M-1911-A1 caliber 45 pistols, eight had Walther PPKs and could account for how they got them, the rest had an assortment of 9mm pistols.

"Lieutenant, I've found a few other PPKs, but everyone else can account how they got them." shouted the Montgomery.

The Lieutenant nodded, "Apparently, he got his from a parachute division in Cambodia back in the eighties, it's engraved on here. If I am not mistaken, Curtis Fabus was in Cambodia back then. Now, take him and put him in one of the cells, I'm going to go notify command." he replied and walked off towards the command hut while Montgomery came up and handcuffed Curtis.

Once the cuffs were on, Montgomery led him into the guardhouse and into a makeshift cell. Montgomery turned to the jailer,

"This is Curtis Fabus, if he needs any food or water, get it for him. Intelligence should be here soon, so keep a close eye on him."

"Lieutenant, I've found a few other PPKs, but everyone else can account how they got them." shouted the Montgomery.

The Lieutenant nodded, "Apparently, he got his from a parachute division in Cambodia back in the eighties, it's engraved on here. If I am not mistaken, Curtis Fabus was in Cambodia back then. Now, take him and put him in one of the cells, I'm going to go notify command." he replied and walked off towards the command hut while Montgomery came up and handcuffed Curtis.

Once the cuffs were on, Montgomery led him into the guardhouse and into a makeshift cell. Montgomery turned to the jailer,

"This is Curtis Fabus, if he needs any food or water, get it for him. Intelligence should be here soon, so keep a close eye on him."


Curtis shook his head, "No... I got this from a friend, I am not Curtis Fabus, he's dead, didn't you hear the radio broadcasts..."

He glared at the man, "Your fucking Chinese allies killed him, I hope you're happy!"

Montgomery turned around and frowned, "Just my orders, you were a soldier once, you know how it is. Intelligence will find out who you are... heh, they always do..." he continued chuckling to himself as he walked back up the stairs.

He sighed, "Hey, do you want to make some money?"

The jailer shook his head,

"No way, I'm not going to get the commander onto me for losing a Fabus, and you wouldn't get very far even if I did get you out. If you want to try to escape, feel free, that cell isn't very sturdy. But if you do, please do me a favor and make it look like I tried to stop you."

He then leaned back against the wall and lit up a cigarette.

Karloff smiled, "Yes, this is the much rumored combat boosting drugs... You might have read about how they immediately stop bleeding..."

"You-You're a damn fool Karloff..." He managed. Adrien was bleeding profusely, but was becoming numb to the pain. "If you think it is wise... then give me it, or leave me here to die..." He said before spitting some blood to the side.

"You-You're a damn fool Karloff..." He managed. Adrien was bleeding profusely, but was becoming numb to the pain. "If you think it is wise... then give me it, or leave me here to die..." He said before spitting some blood to the side.


Karloff smiled, "You know something... You know how you thought you were in control? You were wrong..." With that, he fired a single pistol round into the man's head.

He then turned around and looked at the two shocked guards, as yet unwounded, "What are you two looking at, take your boots and socks off and then run off into the woods, get out of here... Before I change my mind."

The jailer shook his head,

"No way, I'm not going to get the commander onto me for losing a Fabus, and you wouldn't get very far even if I did get you out. If you want to try to escape, feel free, that cell isn't very sturdy. But if you do, please do me a favor and make it look like I tried to stop you."

He then leaned back against the wall and lit up a cigarette.


Curtis shook his head and sighed, "Hey, want a neat lighter, it's worth a lot of money..." He leaned his hand through the bars and tossed him a lighter with the initials CF on one side, and the Imperial Seal on the other side, "Just open the damn door, there is plenty more neat stuff where that came from... I could transfer any reasonable amount of money into a private account for you, but you'd have to let me out of here..."

Adrien listened, looking up at the man. He grinned at his statement, flashing his bloodied teeth. His mouth opened, about to correct Karloff on his statement, but a flash erupted from above him, and then there was nothing. But Adrien died knowing that he was in control all along. Afterall he prompted Karloff to kill him, and he followed through.

Armand on the other hand, still bleeding and groaning from the pain watched as the life of his friend was ended. He knew he would die soon, whether at the hands of Mr. Karloff or by simply bleeding to death. Armand coughed up some blood, and looked first towards Karloff's daughter, raising the bloodied stump as a plea for help. His head fell back agains the asphalt and his eyes rolled so that he could now see Karloff and strained himself, reaching with the bloodied stump, hoping that one of them would help him.

The two other guards, each one-million dollars richer, looked on in horror at the sight that was once their checkpoint. Slobodan then turned around to face them, one of the guards, the youngest there jumped. They were then ordered to remove their boots and socks and the both of them complied. The duo then took off, as fast as they could towards the woods, towards anywhere but there, the only thing they left behind were two pair of military issue boots, and two pair of socks.

Karloff looked at the helpless man lying before for him, he hadn't really done anything worthy of being left to bleed to death for.

His daughter seemed to feel that way also, she handed her gun to her father and helped the man stagger up, they made some room for him in the back of their car, the daughter sitting next to him, saying, "We'll take you to a hospital once we get across the border, okay?"

She helped him swallow some pills that would stop his bleeding, "Here take these, they're okay, don't worry, it's not poison..."

The Jailer shook his head and tossed the lighter back, "What good would money do me in the stockade?"

A few seconds after he spoke, a figure in a trenchcoat walked down the steps. The jailer snapped to attention and saluted. The man flashed his ID and the Jailer opened the cell door. The man approached Curtis and said,

"Hello, Mr. Fabus, I do hope you are enjoying our accomodations. There are some important things that I need to tell you."

The man lead Curtis to the far corner of the cell and continued speaking quietly, "From what I hear, things are getting tense with the Chinese, and the Prime Minister is making a plan with Roger Fabus. When, not if, fighting breaks out, we will rearm what we can of the Mississippian military to fight the Chinese, I trust you will help us."

Curtis nodded, "Yes, my personal followers, those around the world who pledge their loyalty to me, I can get them all to help, yes... So we are readying to rally our forces to stop the Chinese... Yes?"

Armand watched as the young girl handed the gun to her father. He gently shut his eyes, awaiting a gun shot to his forehead. However that never came. Surprisingly enough they helped him off the ground and carried him into the car. Armand wasn't sure what to think, but he could hardly do anything about his situation.

As he lay down next to the very woman who had practically killed his friend and in turn whom he threatened to kill. As well she was the one who shot his knee caps, however wasn't to blame for his missing hand. He swallowed the pill, looking up at her, not sure what to say.

"Vous êtes vraiment une chienne folle..." He muttered, before passing out, his arm resting across his chest, while his good hand dangeled above the floor of the car.

Alice and her eight children finally arrived at the Argentine embassy in New Orleans, she had been walking for hours and was exhausted, the heat in Louisiana was a stark contrast to the extreme cold in Mississippi. She collapsed outside the embassy gates and one of her sons rushed up to the gate and shouted, in Spanish, for the guards to help her and get a medic. He suspected it was heat exhaustion.

Three guards rushed to aide the woman and take her inside the embassy. She was wearing rags and had a large group of children with her. They brought the woman into the main hall and put her gently on a nearby couch, one of them went to fetch food, water and fresh clothing.

The first guard approached the boy who had yelled for help, "Who are you?"

The second guard then said, "We will question them later, this woman requires medical attention."

A doctor was then sent for.

China was demanding that all industry in Mississippi be disassembled and taken back to China, and at least 20,000,000 Mississippians become slaves to help repay China's war debts. They also wanted to humiliate Mississippi by limiting the size of her new armed forces and forcing them to accept the entire burden of responsibility for the war.

Canada, England, and France, seemed to realize that Mladic had been right, China was going to become the new enemy, the real enemy. They wanted to get Mississippi back on her feet as quickly as possibly, keep the Chinese as out of as much of the former Federation as possible, maybe even restore the Federation or the unthinkable, restore a Fabus to the throne. Whatever it took to rebuild Mississippi and have a potential ally in the event China started the next war. Already they knew China was an unreliable ally when China, for no reason, invaded and occupied Japan, and plundered and raped their way across Fabus Island and southern Mississippi. Whatever the case, Mississippi had to be rebuilt, and fast.

And it still is not enough, thought Sung Faraimo, China’s High Chairman, Two billion people lost in the war, and more die today as those fanatics hold out, no, zealots, they are all fanatics. he thought with a chagrin smile.

Looking out the large windows he saw his country, weak, its only strength lies in its people, its billions. Despite Mississippi’s horrible destruction at their hands they were still able to produce far more than Sung’s country at the war’s height. But how to change all this, their “allies” hesitated, they wanted to see Mississippi restored, Fools, Sung mused, even now when they are crippled and occupied they fight, if we rebuild them what shall stop them from starting another war.

Sung sighed, China, despite winning the war seems to be losing the after-war. Is there nothing we can do? We want trillions, they offer billions, we want industry, and they refuse. Have we not paid the butcher’s bill? Are we not paying it now? Yes! But what can we do besides demand, nothing. They wish to rebuild, they want to uplift, for what? To prevent something from the past? Mississippi already those people in power long before this war! If our allies do not wish to see it, then maybe they do not need to know.

He and his advisors had toyed with this idea before, and maybe it was time to use. Sitting down behind a simple wooden desk, he began to draft an order:

To all Chinese occupational troops: Despite the insistent of our “allies” to hold our tongue with what we demand I say take it. Take what you can, technology, money, be it from homes or stores, factories or banks. We shall disassemble Mississippi ourselves, they way we always do: With then hands of our people. However, we must take caution as to not to so draw the eye of our “allies” if caught, claim an independent act, there have been enough cases. We shall benefit more fully from this war no matter what our “allies” dictate. We are China, We are Strong, We have won this war, and We shall survive!

Leaning back, put placed the pen aside. Reviewing carefully the strokes and characters he chose, Yes this will do… he thought as he slipped it into an internal envelope.

Now onto our image in their eyes, they hesitate because we are strong, because we know what we want and we take it. But because of this they may be troublesome in the future, best to rest such problems now while they still reel from the war. Once more taking out a sheet of paper he writes:

To our Allies: We know you have heard stories of our “rape across southern Mississippi” but I wish to assure you it is a lie. We would not commit such actions, we fought our way through as cleanly as you did, and no Mississippian lies should change us in your eyes. We must ask, why do you take those whom would start the war, drag us through the depths and back only to take their word over that of your ally. We ask you to consider this as such false allegations fuse with propaganda from our Foe. Thank you.

They were not false, he knew that, and more likely than not they had proof of it too, but who can tell. Why admit to driving through the muck when it is just as easy to say someone threw it onto you. Yes, what else is there to do…

Armand watched as the young girl handed the gun to her father. He gently shut his eyes, awaiting a gun shot to his forehead. However that never came. Surprisingly enough they helped him off the ground and carried him into the car. Armand wasn't sure what to think, but he could hardly do anything about his situation.

As he lay down next to the very woman who had practically killed his friend and in turn whom he threatened to kill. As well she was the one who shot his knee caps, however wasn't to blame for his missing hand. He swallowed the pill, looking up at her, not sure what to say.

"Vous êtes vraiment une chienne folle..." He muttered, before passing out, his arm resting across his chest, while his good hand dangeled above the floor of the car.


She was sitting there, looking at him, such a handsome man in his uniform, she smiled at him and patted him on the head. Her father saw her in the rearview mirror, "Dunya don't touch that man, keep your hands to yourself..."

She nodded, "Yes father... Do you think Schacht would be willing to clone him a new hand?"

Karloff frowned, "Who cares, I'd be for pushing him out and leaving him to fend for himself once he is conscious and not bleeding."

His wife sighed, "Dear, the man was just a medic doing his job to help his comrades, surely you can appreciate that, yes?"


He nodded, "Fine..."


He continued to drive on.

A few hours later, the man woke up in a farmhouse in Alabama, his hand was back now, he had no idea how. Karloff was sitting across from the medic, "Don't thank me... Thank Schacht for talking an SRG doctor through the procedure, very complicated, well compared to your dark ages medicine that is... You really don't know what you did, toppling our civilization, you'll usher in a new dark ages, quite literally too I'm afraid, the dark races will sweep across the world..."

Duyna frowned, "Father, you're hassling a wounded man..."

Karloff sighed and walked off, "I'll be outside smoking" he said.


Dunya was sitting next to the medic, smiling at him, she asked him, "Are you feeling any better?"

Three guards rushed to aide the woman and take her inside the embassy. She was wearing rags and had a large group of children with her. They brought the woman into the main hall and put her gently on a nearby couch, one of them went to fetch food, water and fresh clothing.

The first guard approached the boy who had yelled for help, "Who are you?"

The second guard then said, "We will question them later, this woman requires medical attention."

A doctor was then sent for.


The boy shook his head and sighed, "I am Alexander Fabus... My mother needs help, will you help her?"

As Armand slept he could here voices for only a matter of moments before falling back into a deep slumber. For once he didn't dream of the war, not of what had happened at the checkpoint, but merely nothingness. It was a change he certainly liked.

Then Armand awoke, half expecting to be back in his bed at the base. Instead he found himself in a farmhouse, probably far from Louisiana. He felt strange and was about to reach for something, suddenly feeling that he had a right hand once more. Armand clenched his fist and winced. It was still tender, but through some miracle he had his hand back.

Karloff had been talking, but Armand didn't listen. He just stared blankly at the man while he ran on about something that didn't matter to Armand at the time. Then the daughter spoke up, what ever she said made Karloff leave.

She then approached him, sitting beside him. It seemed so strange, she was being warm to him and he was welcoming it. Armand figured it was the medicine or something, because this young woman had killed his friend and nearly killed him. Nonetheless he replied to her query: "Oui..." Before resting his head back down.

Slobodan stayed in a far section of the barn, resting against a bale of hay, trying to get some sleep, they'd move out again in the morning, everybody was tired now.

The man had moved to the loft, largely because Slobodan had asked (told) him to and largely to stay out of the way out of everybody in hopes that maybe they'd just forget about him.


At about two in the morning he was suddenly awoken when he realized he was being watched, somebody was near him. It was Dunya, she spoke to him French, basically saying something along the lines of, "I'm sorry my father killed your friend, but he wasn't an honorable soldier, honorable soldiers don't threaten rape and murder, you realize that yes?"

She sat down next to him, "I'm sorry about shooting you..."

The boy shook his head and sighed, "I am Alexander Fabus... My mother needs help, will you help her?"

Several men suddenly entered the room. A doctor immediately began tending to the woman on the sofa. The third soldier began handing the children clean clothing and food. Another man followed them, the ambassador.

The soldier nodded when he saw them enter. The ambassador walked up to Alex, "Well, Mr. Fabus. You best relax here. We will have your mother taken care of. In the mean time, there are several empty offices that you and your siblings can sleep in. We have food, water and bedding that you can use."

Slobodan stayed in a far section of the barn, resting against a bale of hay, trying to get some sleep, they'd move out again in the morning, everybody was tired now.

The man had moved to the loft, largely because Slobodan had asked (told) him to and largely to stay out of the way out of everybody in hopes that maybe they'd just forget about him.


At about two in the morning he was suddenly awoken when he realized he was being watched, somebody was near him. It was Dunya, she spoke to him French, basically saying something along the lines of, "I'm sorry my father killed your friend, but he wasn't an honorable soldier, honorable soldiers don't threaten rape and murder, you realize that yes?"

She sat down next to him, "I'm sorry about shooting you..."

"Yes, but he was my friend. He was soldier and was only doing his job..." Armand replied in French, happy that the young woman spoke it. "Your father certainly isn't a man of honor..." He added as a retort. Finally Armand noted something "He wouldn't have hurt you..."

Then the woman apologized for shooting him. Something that annoyed Armand to a great extent. But he simply replied: "That is something I can never forgive you for..."

Speaking from Arkansas, Roger Fabus issued the following appeal to the "Free Powers" of the world, primarily England, France, Canada, Russia, Spain, Portugal, and any and all powers in Europe.


"Mississippi and the greater part of the Commonwealth, are occupied territories. However, Mississippian Egypt and Western Sahara are not occupied and are nearly totally intact as they quit the war in 2012 and have since more than rebuilt. Indiana is also rather well-off compared to say Mississippi himself. I am proposing that the free powers of the world, recognize and acknowledge that the great evil of expansionist China needs to be stopped."


"China claimed to seek to liberate the supposedly oppressed territories of our empire... However, Florida was not a member of our Commonwealth and yet they suffered invasion and occupation... Only by the grace of God did Alabama escape Chinese attack. It is time we reunite the Federated Commonwealth, remobilize the Mississippia armed forces, and join the free powers of the world in ejecting communist aggressors from Northern America, southern Africa, and Japan."

"Mississippi will gladly pay, over the next several years, the horrible economic costs of the war for England, France, and Canada, if only they will work with us to allow us to take possession of our pre-war territories. We are willing to admit that the war was terrible for both sides, and such wars must be avoided at all costs, we are willing even to accept responsibility for the war, yes, we accept responsibility, it was largely our fault, we were acting on bad intelligence and we misinterpreted what some world leaders were saying."

"However, we must not falter now in this hour of the world's need to stand fast against the rising tide of Chinese oppression seeking to sweep across our lands. If the free powers of the world will join us, Mississippians will show the free powers we can be fine allies. The communists have crushed our cities, but they will never crush our spirit."

"Yes, but he was my friend. He was soldier and was only doing his job..." Armand replied in French, happy that the young woman spoke it. "Your father certainly isn't a man of honor..." He added as a retort. Finally Armand noted something "He wouldn't have hurt you..."

Then the woman apologized for shooting him. Something that annoyed Armand to a great extent. But he simply replied: "That is something I can never forgive you for..."



She frowned as she spoke, still in French, "My mother had been raped by Chinese soldiers earlier, barely escaping with her life. When your friend started talking about the same, my father went ballistic, can you blame him?"


She shook her head, "Why did you ally yourselves with the Chinese, we're the side you should have picked, yes?"

Armand frowned when she said that. "You are mistaken, it was you who shot him. It was you who fired into his groin... It was you who shot at his legs, and you who shot his wrists..." He reminded her sternly. "Your father merely did him a favor..."

Armand sighed closing his eyes for a moment while she spoke once more. "I'm merely a soldier..." He replied.

Armand frowned when she said that. "You are mistaken, it was you who shot him. It was you who fired into his groin... It was you who shot at his legs, and you who shot his wrists..." He reminded her sternly. "Your father merely did him a favor..."

Armand sighed closing his eyes for a moment while she spoke once more. "I'm merely a soldier..." He replied.


She frowned, knowing it was true, still speaking in French, "Yes, well... I don't know what to say, he was an occupier in my country, occupiers are raping are land, literally taking buildings down brick by brick. The Chinese were looting industrial areas, taking the machinery, they take women as well... What should I do? Roll over and let them have their way with me or fight back? Would you want French women to cooperate with Germans and Italians if France suddenly became occupied by them?"


She then sighed, "Your friend threatened to rape me, you just have a poor choice of friends. I am sorry about what happened to him, but he had it coming... You however, I am so sorry I shot you, you didn't deserve that, I feel so awful about that. Oh, one more thing, what is your name?"

Armand nodded, listening to her case. She was right but he averted her question and simply said. "I am an occupier as well"

Then he listened as she criticized his choice of friends. He didn't pay much attention to it though. However the young Mississippian women questioned his name. To which the young soldier simply replied. "Armand Morel..." He sighed, looking up at her. "And you are?"

Armand nodded, listening to her case. She was right but he averted her question and simply said. "I am an occupier as well"

Then he listened as she criticized his choice of friends. He didn't pay much attention to it though. However the young Mississippian women questioned his name. To which the young soldier simply replied. "Armand Morel..." He sighed, looking up at her. "And you are?"


She smiled, "Dunya Karloff, daughter of Slobodan Karloff..."

Armand nodded. "As I assumed..." He paused for a moment, sitting in the silence. Then he asked something that had been nagging at him since they carried him to the car. "Why..? Why did you save me?"

Armand nodded. "As I assumed..." He paused for a moment, sitting in the silence. Then he asked something that had been nagging at him since they carried him to the car. "Why..? Why did you save me?"


She sighed, she didn't want to admit that she couldn't kill somebody, even an occupier, in coldblood. "Because you could have shot me, but didn't..."

Dunya then asked, "Why didn't you shoot me when you had the chance?"

Between ITD and DA, over msger:


Roger was at the Argentine embassy in Arkansas, he had already taken the coloring out of his hair by washing it out with water and soap at a rest area, he hated having his hair colored... He was walking into the embassy, looking fro the ambassador.

Roger was approached by several guards. The guards stopped him from advancing further, "Halt, who goes there?"

He frowned, "Roger Fabus..."

One of the guards nodded, "The ambassador is waiting in the main lobby. You will find fresh clothing and food inside. Enjoy your stay."

Roger smiled, "Thank you..." He sounded most anxious, "The main lobby, right ahead, yes?" He rushed forward, looking for the ambassador, when he found him, he immediately asked, "What news of my wife and children?"

The ambassador, still smoking nervously, shrugged his shoulders, "Well, we haven’t seen them, sir."

Roger nodded, "Can you call New Orleans?"

The ambassador nodded, "We can do that. In the mean time, we have all the amenities that you may require."

Roger nodded, "Thank you, sir, I'l much like to get to a phone though."

He nodded, "Right over there, the pay phones. However... this cell phone is a secure line. I suggest you use this." The ambassador handed him a cellular phone.

Roger sighed, "No cellular phone is secure, but I'll use a SRGIO satellite to make the call..." He dialed the number.

Ooc- You be Roger's role. I'll be Alice's role.

Alice answered her phone, "Hello?"

Roger was thrilled, "Alice, is that you? Oh thank God."

Alice smiled, nearly not knowing what to say, "Roger? Are you okay?"

Roger nodded, "I made it to this embassy in safe condition. How are the kids? How are you?"

She quickly replied, "The children are fine, I'm fine... I fainted a while ago, the doctors said heat exhaustion, who would have expected it to be below 40 degrees in Mississippi but above 105 in Louisiana?"

Roger smiled, "I'm so thankful to hear your voice."

Alice reciprocated, "As am I glad to hear you. Are we going to meet in Argentina then or do you want us to wait for you to get to Louisiana?"

Roger sighed, "We can meet in Argentina. We cannot risk traveling in the North America anymore."

Alice nodded, "I understand... Roger, there is something you should know. Lots of former RG, many released POWs, and many more people who just believe in you, at least twenty million, have gone to Argentina to form an army in exile for you..."

Roger smiled, "Well, we will meet them there then."

Alice nodded, "Okay, see you in Argentina, I have to go, the children need to be put to bed, I'll kiss them for you... They miss you immensely you know... I worry about some of them though, Alexander asked if you were a criminal because the papers all said you were, I told him to stop reading the papers and that it's all lies."

Roger frowned, "When we make it to Argentina, those thoughts will be the furthest from his mind."

Alice smiled, "Okay, see you there soon then, stay safe, Roger."

Roger nodded, "I love you."

Alice was so happy to hear those words, "I love you too."

Before either could say anymore, her cellular phone battery died.

Roger sighed, "Thank you, God. Thank you for protecting them."

The next day, he was in Argentina, Alice and the children were at a large house in Buenos Aires, Baldur Von Schacht had arranged for the purchase of this house, for the Czar, a few weeks before the war ended.

Alice kept looking out the window as each passing car came by, waiting for Roger.

She turned around and walked away from the door, nervously pacing.

The car stopped in front of the house, nearly hitting the garage door, Roger had been driving. He exited the car and saw Alice in the window, he yelled, "Alice!?"

Alice ran up to Roger, throwing her arms around him, "Roger, are you okay?"

Roger held her close and nearly cried as he kissed her, "Oh, its so good to see you."

Alice smiled, speechless, not knowing what to say, in a muted whisper she said, "I love you..."

Roger kissed her again, "I love you too."

Alexander came walking over, "Dad? Is that you there?" He saw it was his father and rushed over, "Dad are you okay?"

Roger nodded, "Yes, son. I am fine."

Alexander frowned, "Dad, a Mississippian newspaper said you were a criminal and had committed crimes against the proletariat, is that true?" It was a previously WKM controlled paper, taken over by the Chinese.

Roger shook his head, "Alex, that news paper is telling dirty lies. The Chinese have taken it over and are now using it to tell lies and trick people."

Alex nodded, "The Chinese are swine, aren't they, dad?"

Roger nodded, "They are terrible, dishonorable people."

Alexander then stated, "I heard it took the powers allied against us, over four billion dead, just to kill one-hundred million of ours... If that is true, then they're all nearing the end also, if we can strike them hard and fast, get England, France, and Canada to back us against China, Brazil, and Cuba... Maybe even get Russia and Argentina to help us, we can take back our homeland, yes?"

Roger nodded, "We shall see. There are many things that I have to figure out now."

Alex nodded, "Father, you still have all our nuclear launch codes, we have automated submarines in the Atlantic... We have satellite weaponry..."

Roger sighed, "I have to talk with my generals, if there are any."

Alex smiled, "Schacht is here, both of them actually, well Franz is in Bolivia... Most of your RG generals and SRG generals are here... However..." He frowned, "Reports are that Reginald Smith walked into a woods outside his command post and shot himself rather than surrender..."

Roger sighed, "Oh. Well.... better than surrender."

Suddenly a guard came by and whispered into Roger's ear, "Your father was captured trying to flee Mississippi..."

Roger shook his head, "Who has him?"

The guard immediately replied, "English, sir."

Roger sighed, "Good. They probably won't hurt him. At least the Chinese didn't capture him."

The guard nodded, Alice frowned, "Will he be okay, you think?"

Roger smiled, "He will be safe. I will have to negotiate his release."

Suddenly the English ambassador to Argentina arrived, and was knocking on the front door.

Roger answered it, "Yes?"

Alexander ran off to leave the adults to talk in peace. Alice walked over and got both of the men something to drink and a cigar.

ooc- I suggest we halt here, for England is Hattia.

She sighed, she didn't want to admit that she couldn't kill somebody, even an occupier, in coldblood. "Because you could have shot me, but didn't..."

Dunya then asked, "Why didn't you shoot me when you had the chance?"

He smiled, although his answer certainly wasn't something to smile about. "I hesitated... and... I got my hand shot off..." Armand said, looking off to the side. "Otherwise I may have..." He admitted.

He smiled, although his answer certainly wasn't something to smile about. "I hesitated... and... I got my hand shot off..." Armand said, looking off to the side. "Otherwise I may have..." He admitted.


She nodded, "Yes, that means you're a soldier, and a good one, doing your duty... But does your duty include murder of civilians?"

The 36 year old Field Marshal, Fritz Witt, commander of the remnants of the yet to be disarmed and processed "Army Group Southern Tennessee" actually in northern Mississippi, was reviewing reports and talking with some of the English and French commanders in the area.

He still had 1,000 operational T-98 tanks under his command, and nearly 500,000 well-armed and equipped soldiers, about 300,000 of whom were Republican Guard, 100,000 were mechanized army infantry, and the other 100,000 were an assortment of Fabus Youth, Popular Army, and Peoples Guard Army.


He walked into the HQ of the main English-French commanders in the area, snapped to attention when he saw the English field marshal and then said, "Sir, my forces are ready, we will either disarm as per the surrender terms, or we will stand ready to fight against the Chinese, what are we to do?"

The 58 year old Field Marshal Gunther Thaller, in charge of advanced aeronautics design at the secret "Airbase D" was waiting to meet with a unit of French, Canadian, and English soldiers and scientists coming to secure the base before the Chinese could send any research teams.

The base had been the site of the design and testing of the MiG-49 Kluxer, and the MiG-51 Super Kluxer, neither had been produced in enough quantities to impact the war seriously, but both were revolutionary fighters.

The MiG-49 was capable of Mach 8, it had a range of 4,000 miles, extendable by aerial refueling, it carried 24 missiles, and could simulatenously engage 12 separate targets, it also had a 20mm cannon. It would have been ready in 2013, however the Czar ordered them, "Make it a fighter bomber" and thus it wasn't until the middle of 2016 when the first Fighter-bomber version of the MiG-49 rolled off the assembly lines, each finished plane was worth nearly 500 million dollars. Only 300 had been produced during the war.

The MiG-51 was even more advanced, it carried only 16 missiles, but each had a range of 500 miles. It could achieve Mach 10, had a range of 5,000 miles, extendable be aerial refueling. It had one 20mm cannon and this plane had the ability to jam radar. The MiG-51 also had the ability to go underwater, totally revolutionary, none of the anti-Mississippian powers knew how it worked, but they were very fearsome planes, and they wanted to study them. The MiG-51 would have been ready by 2014, but the Czar ordered, "Make it carry torpedoes" and thus it wasn't until late 2016 when it finally was ready. Only 25 were ever produced, but they had been the major reason for the sinking on the Chinese 2nd and 3rd Fleets in the Gulf of Mexico during their operations to provide fire support against Biloxi during the failed attempt to storm it. 10 MiG-51s, operating above and under water, sank nearly 200 Chinese ships.


Gunther Thaller was nervously waiting for the English to arrive, he could hear their tanks rolling towards the base in the distance, he knew it was them from the direction they were approaching from.

The Commander of the Mississippian Kriegs Marine, the 57 year old Grand Admiral Ernst Raedar, issued the order of surrender for all submarines on June 7th, 2017, ordering them to surface and surrender to the nearest English, Canadian, and French vessels.

Over 800 submarines had been produced during the war, primarily for anti-commerce operations and such. Nearly 15,500 English, French, and Canadian merchant ships had been sank throughout the course of the war.

The Chinese had suffered even worse, losing nearly 20,000 cheaply mass produced merchant ships to the Mississippian submarines, and they were bitter about it.

Cuba was worse off although they lost far fewer, they lost a greater percentage, and people actually starved to death because of the stranglehold the submarines had placed around the island. Over 2,000,000 Cubans starved to death due to the crop blight agents used against their farms, combined with submarines sinking British ships with food, bound for Cuba.

The last of the great Mississippian Battleships were readying to surrender to the French, they were sailing out of Atlanta, where they had been based in the last two years of the war as the aerial bombardment against Mississippi herself was far too great.

At the start of the war, Mississippi had nearly 200 battleships, now there were fewer than 25, most of the ships lost were lost to aerial attacks and submarine attacks. The famous "Curtis Fabus" BB-04A, the first of the line of the modified Super Battleships of the Curtis Fabus Class, had been sent to the bottom after sustaining no fewer than two hundred hits from 500lb and 2000lb bombs. There were fewer than a hundred survivors.

What was left of the Grand Fleet was sailing for the French fleet, about sixty miles off the coast of Georgia, where they would surrender their ships and wait for further instructions.

At the same time, nearly 200 submarines surfaced around the British Isles and waited for instructions, listening to their radios and waiting to be told what to do.


As for the war of the tanks, at the start of the war, Mississippi had nearly 100,000 tanks, of which roughly 10,000 were T-98Ws (Super heavy tank) about 60,000 were T-98s (Heavy tanks) and 30,000 were T-99s (Medium) and then about 50,000 tanks in reserve units and paramilitary units (mostly T-90s, T-80s, etc)

Throughout the war, Mississippi produced 25,000 T-98Ws, 50,000 T-98s, and 70,000 T-99s.

China, started the war with nearly 1,000,000 copies of the T-55, 2,000,000 copies of the T-72, and 500,000 copies of the T-80, as well as 200,000 copies of the T-90. And throughout the war they produced the following:

T-55= 5,000,000
T-72= 2,000,000
T-80= 1,000,000
T-90= 500,000

It should be noted that on average, it took between thirty and fifty Chinese tanks (depending on the type) to destroy one Mississippian tank (depending on the type) and that it was generally considered throughout the course of the war, that the Mississippian tank crews were much better soldiers than their Chinese counterparts.

However the quality gap slightly narrowed after June of 2016 when the RG Armored Academies instructors were taken out of the school and placed in a new RG Armored Division, the idea being to have a division of the instructors and the most experienced in armored warfare theory and techniques and thus to use the division to hold back the masses of Canadian tanks entering northern Tennessee. But in so doing, they stripped the academies of the best instructors and the subsequent result was that the cadets that graduated were of a slightly lesser caliber.

As for the aerial component of the war.

At the start of the war, Mississippi had about 4,000 MiG-41s, 12,000 F-16Ds, and 10,000 F-14s.

China had nearly 25,000 MiG-29s, 40,000 MiG-23s, and nearly 10,000 other assorted fighter craft.

Throughout the war, Mississippi produced about 4,000 MiG-41s, 5,000 F-16Ds, and 2,000 F-14s.

With China producing over 150,000 MiG-23s and 40,000 MiG-29s. However the quality of the planes they produced was nowhere near Russian standards, and that is how they were able to produce the planes in such massive numbers. Also the use of the labor of over a billion political prisoners, greatly assisted their war effort.


Even now, with most of Mississippi lying in ruins, their industrial output, at least qualitatively, was superior to that of the Chinese. Most of the current industrial output was in the almost totally intact city of Biloxi, where there were still some MiG-41, T-98, and T-99 factories turning out planes and tanks. And the small arms factories were still turning out OICWS, XM-8s, even the M-14B, and some AK-110s.

Ooc- We'll get to that. Fear not. And remember, restrict OOC stuff to IM or TG. Please.


Ic- Franz von Schacht, in Mozambique, was pacing back and forth at the airport, waiting for his Bolivian intelligence agency contact to meet him and help him get on a plane for Bolivia.
OOC:TG me your IM.

IC:

A Latino man approached von Scacht,

"Mr. Sanchez, your plane is waiting for you, follow me please," he said with a slight accent. Franz was lead outside to a waiting Cessna.

"This is only to get us to your main flight, senor."

The plane took off, and headed out to a remote base. There he was greeted by members of the Bolivian Republican Guard, and lead to an awaiting C17.

OOC:TG me your IM.

IC:

A Latino man approached von Scacht,

"Mr. Sanchez, your plane is waiting for you, follow me please," he said with a slight accent. Franz was lead outside to a waiting Cessna.

"This is only to get us to your main flight, senor."

The plane took off, and headed out to a remote base. There he was greeted by members of the Bolivian Republican Guard, and lead to an awaiting C17.


Franz looked at the BRG officer, "Sir, are you here to escort me the rest of the way to Bolivia?"



Ooc- I'll be back later tonight, the people in this RP need to start making replies to posts concerning them... Where is everybody at? Come on guys, reply please. :D

A middle aged man, General Miguel Antonio "Chemical Junior" Salazar who lived in Western Sahara, but had happened to be in Mississippi at the end of the war, was approaching a Canadian post near the border with Alabama, his plan was to speak only in Portuguese if it came to it, he hadn't really altered his appearance except for not shaving for a few months and coloring his hair. He was known as the most brutally ruthless field commander who had used chemical weapons against virtually every force that had ever opposed him, it didn't matter, he'd gas them all, VX was his favorite to shell enemy units with.


He smiled at the guard as he pulled up to the stop sign near the border, "Hello... I need to get into Alabama, my house was destroyed in the bombings... I am wanting to get to some relatives who live in Alabama, is that okay?"

The man looked at him, he didn't immediately recognize what the car was, it was sort of dirty and the brand was covered with snow (it had been snowing heavily earlier) but the car was a Cadillac, an 81 Eldorado to be exact, given to Francisco Salazar by Curtis Fabus, and then given to Miguel Salazar upon his father's death.

Overzealous Private Jerry Kramer walked up to the El Dorado. He had seen on the wall of the Guard post pictures warning against all '81 El Dorado's. Jerry wanted to impress his superiors in hopes of getting promoted. But his Captain was asleep. This being a boring day, Private Kramer took it into his own hands. The Private unholstered his Browning 9mm pistol and ran over to Salazar shoving the pistol up against his temple.

"DON'T MAKE A F**KING MOVE YOU BASTARD! I KNOW YOU MUST BE HIGH UP IN THE FABUS REGIME BECAUSE OF YOUR CAR. GET OUT OF THE CAR AND GET DOWN ON THE GROUND!" Jerry Kramer screamed.

Overzealous Private Jerry Kramer walked up to the El Dorado. He had seen on the wall of the Guard post pictures warning against all '81 El Dorado's. Jerry wanted to impress his superiors in hopes of getting promoted. But his Captain was asleep. This being a boring day, Private Kramer took it into his own hands. The Private unholstered his Browning 9mm pistol and ran over to Salazar shoving the pistol up against his temple.

"DON'T MAKE A F**KING MOVE YOU BASTARD! I KNOW YOU MUST BE HIGH UP IN THE FABUS REGIME BECAUSE OF YOUR CAR. GET OUT OF THE CAR AND GET DOWN ON THE GROUND!" Jerry Kramer screamed.



Ooc- Quick break in paper to post, next post to come later.


Ic-

Salazar frowned at the man, "What? I'm nobody, this car? No! I found this car in a garage full of many cars, on some rich officials estate, he had already fled, it was obvious he'd fled in one of his other cars, so I took this one... I'm nobody important. Fuck you, come in here pointing a gun at an honest farmer like myself. Who the fuck do you think you are?" He looked at his rank ensignia, "Private..."

Ooc- Quick break in paper to post, next post to come later.


Ic-

Salazar frowned at the man, "What? I'm nobody, this car? No! I found this car in a garage full of many cars, on some rich officials estate, he had already fled, it was obvious he'd fled in one of his other cars, so I took this one... I'm nobody important. Fuck you, come in here pointing a gun at an honest farmer like myself. Who the fuck do you think you are?" He looked at his rank ensignia, "Private..."

The Private cocked the pistol.

"I am sick of being lied to. I know you are someone important. Now either you tell me or by the end of the count of three your head is going to be all over the nice upholstery. One....."

The Private cocked the pistol.

"I am sick of being lied to. I know you are someone important. Now either you tell me or by the end of the count of three your head is going to be all over the nice upholstery. One....."


Salazar shook his head, "I'm nobody important, my name is Antonio Miguel Franco, I'm just a farmer. Get that fucking gun out of my face, it'd look real nice for the papers if you shot an unarmed non-combatant, eh?"


He then shouted at the man, "And while you're at it, go fuck yourself..."

Salazar shook his head, "I'm nobody important, my name is Antonio Miguel Franco, I'm just a farmer. Get that fucking gun out of my face, it'd look real nice for the papers if you shot an unarmed non-combatant, eh?"


He then shouted at the man, "And while you're at it, go fuck yourself..."

"The papers will never find out. If I have to kill you I will just dump your body somewhere secluded. And the Captain will help me too, seeing as he will get punished if he is caught sleeping on the job. Two..."

"The papers will never find out. If I have to kill you I will just dump your body somewhere secluded. And the Captain will help me too, seeing as he will get punished if he is caught sleeping on the job. Two..."


The man smiled, "They'd find out, besides, we are allies now, yes? The Chinese are going to need to be stopped, you're going to need all ex-soldiers and especially former Republican Guard officers, so you'd better be nice to me, we'll be fighting alongside each other in a few weeks probably, the chinks are the real enemy, you realize that, yes?"

The man smiled, "They'd find out, besides, we are allies now, yes? The Chinese are going to need to be stopped, you're going to need all ex-soldiers and especially former Republican Guard officers, so you'd better be nice to me, we'll be fighting alongside each other in a few weeks probably, the chinks are the real enemy, you realize that, yes?"


"You still haven't said who you really are. You are really pushing the limits. And if I kill you they will identify your body for who you really are. This is a risk I am willing to take. So you might be doubting if I will really kill you, but you just have to ask yourself, are you feeling lucky punk, well are you. Three..."

OOC: Just had to throw in the Dirty Harry. :p

"You still haven't said who you really are. You are really pushing the limits. And if I kill you they will identify your body for who you really are. This is a risk I am willing to take. So you might be doubting if I will really kill you, but you just have to ask yourself, are you feeling lucky punk, well are you. Three..."



Salazar frowned, "Fine... General Miguel Antonio Salazar... The 8th Republican Guard Armored Corps..."

Salazar frowned, "Fine... General Miguel Antonio Salazar... The 8th Republican Guard Armored Corps..."


"Now we are getting somewhere." Private Kramer took his pistol off the General's temple.

"General Salazar, Please step out of the car and start walking slowly towards the guard house with your hands up and without looking back."

"Now we are getting somewhere." Private Kramer took his pistol off the General's temple.

"General Salazar, Please step out of the car and start walking slowly towards the guard house with your hands up and without looking back."



Salazar did as he was told, slowly taking the keys out of the ignition, "Okay, now what?" he asked as he walked towards the guard house.

Salazar did as he was told, slowly taking the keys out of the ignition, "Okay, now what?" he asked as he walked towards the guard house.


"Well first we are going to enter the guardhouse and look at the wanted posters and find out what crimes you are wanted for. Then we are going to wake the Captain and radio for a patrol to come pick you up and bring you to a prison. That sound good to you general." The Private said in his most condescending tone.

"Well first we are going to enter the guardhouse and look at the wanted posters and find out what crimes you are wanted for. Then we are going to wake the Captain and radio for a patrol to come pick you up and bring you to a prison. That sound good to you general." The Private said in his most condescending tone.



Salazar nodded, "I can tell you, whatever they say about me, it's a lie, I didn't gas any of those soldiers or use chemical weapons, ever..."

((OOC: DA, i know you haven't really involved the Ukraine in this yet, but I'll post to let you know I'm paying attention.))

President Vladimir Greghov had been watching the International broadcasts in his office for the past three days, sweating bullets as the reports from Mississippi came in. It was not a well known fact that the Ukraine had supplied vast sums of money to the Mississippian effort, as well as loaned several Ukrainian scientists to work on projects of questionable nature throughout the nation, but still, if Ukrainian involvement was discovered, the Greghov would have alot to answer for. An ensuing scandal could mean the loss of his position, or worse, the loss of his personal accounts in Switzerland. The thought chilled him to the bone.

Still, the President continued to wait in his office for the phone calls he knew would eventually come.

((OOC: DA, i know you haven't really involved the Ukraine in this yet, but I'll post to let you know I'm paying attention.))

President Vladimir Greghov had been watching the International broadcasts in his office for the past three days, sweating bullets as the reports from Mississippi came in. It was not a well known fact that the Ukraine had supplied vast sums of money to the Mississippian effort, as well as loaned several Ukrainian scientists to work on projects of questionable nature throughout the nation, but still, if Ukrainian involvement was discovered, the Greghov would have alot to answer for. An ensuing scandal could mean the loss of his position, or worse, the loss of his personal accounts in Switzerland. The thought chilled him to the bone.

Still, the President continued to wait in his office for the phone calls he knew would eventually come.


Ooc- Here goes


Ic-

Roger Fabus dialed the number of the Ukrainian president, "Hello... We have much to discuss, there is little time to talk all the details out, ready for war against China and Cuba, and possibly Brazil... Certainly China though, okay?"

Ooc- Here goes


Ic-

Roger Fabus dialed the number of the Ukrainian president, "Hello... We have much to discuss, there is little time to talk all the details out, ready for war against China and Cuba, and possibly Brazil... Certainly China though, okay?"

"Erm, we never talked about this in our original negotiations, Mr. Fabus. Cuba? china? Brazil?"

The President swallowed hard.

"I'll do as you say, but I do hope you know what you're talking about."

"Erm, we never talked about this in our original negotiations, Mr. Fabus. Cuba? china? Brazil?"

The President swallowed hard.

"I'll do as you say, but I do hope you know what you're talking about."


Roger nodded, "Yes, Canada, England, France, Argentina, Bolivia, Russia, and a few others are likely going to stand with us. We are mobilizing all recently disbanded Mississippian units, and all Commonwealth units from territories never occupied, western Indiana, Western Sahara, and Mississippian Egypt, will be rallying to our support."

Roger nodded, "Yes, Canada, England, France, Argentina, Bolivia, Russia, and a few others are likely going to stand with us. We are mobilizing all recently disbanded Mississippian units, and all Commonwealth units from territories never occupied, western Indiana, Western Sahara, and Mississippian Egypt, will be rallying to our support."

"Of course. And, well, what of Ukrainian involvement in that other war, you know the one that you just lost. Is that going to become, erm, public knowledge anytime soon?"

Salazar nodded, "I can tell you, whatever they say about me, it's a lie, I didn't gas any of those soldiers or use chemical weapons, ever..."

"Wait, wait, wait, that is how I know you. You are Chemical Junior. Oh you are a dead man. My brother was killed in one of your VX attacks. Forget the guardhouse. Start walking into that field. I will tell you when to stop."

"Wait, wait, wait, that is how I know you. You are Chemical Junior. Oh you are a dead man. My brother was killed in one of your VX attacks. Forget the guardhouse. Start walking into that field. I will tell you when to stop."


He shook his head, "No... Please, many people died in the war, your allies, the Chinese, they killed two of my brothers in a bombing raid against a civilian town! Three of my sisters were raped when Jackson City fell... We have all suffered, can't we stop the hate and violence, killing begets killing, vengeance begets vengeance, death begets death, we need to end it, please, if you want to kill me that bad, then do it. I'm not afraid to die, but realize my death won't bring your brother back. We were losing the war, we knew it, we were desperate, if using chemical weapons bought time for more Ohioans to flee south into Kentucky, to escape the approaching armies, wouldn't you have done it in my place? I'm sorry, but at the time, I thought it was necessary."

He shook his head, "No... Please, many people died in the war, your allies, the Chinese, they killed two of my brothers in a bombing raid against a civilian town! Three of my sisters were raped when Jackson City fell... We have all suffered, can't we stop the hate and violence, killing begets killing, vengeance begets vengeance, death begets death, we need to end it, please, if you want to kill me that bad, then do it. I'm not afraid to die, but realize my death won't bring your brother back. We were losing the war, we knew it, we were desperate, if using chemical weapons bought time for more Ohioans to flee south into Kentucky, to escape the approaching armies, wouldn't you have done it in my place? I'm sorry, but at the time, I thought it was necessary."

Private Kramer Screamed at the top of his lung and fired 5 shots into the air.

"Now, I don't know what to do. Just get into the guard house. I will wake the Captain and see what he thinks I should do."

Private Kramer Screamed at the top of his lung and fired 5 shots into the air.

"Now, I don't know what to do. Just get into the guard house. I will wake the Captain and see what he thinks I should do."


Salazar nodded and walked towards the guard house, quietly asking, "What was his name, your brother? I'm sure he was a good soldier... My father died when I was still a teenager, he was a loyal soldier, always did what was asked of him..."

Curtis nodded, "Yes, my personal followers, those around the world who pledge their loyalty to me, I can get them all to help, yes... So we are readying to rally our forces to stop the Chinese... Yes?"

The man nodded, "Okay, but first we have to prepare, the Chinese are no petty enemy. If you wish, you can stay here or accompany me back to headquarters, you will be of no use dead."

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Suddenly the English ambassador to Argentina arrived, and was knocking on the front door.

Roger answered it, "Yes?"

Alexander ran off to leave the adults to talk in peace. Alice walked over and got both of the men something to drink and a cigar.

The Ambassador entered, Sir Winston Parker, his Majesty's Ambassador to Argentina was his name and title. Well, his official title, like many ambassadors, he was also employed by MI6 and held substantial rank within the organization.

He was a tall man, with thinning grey hair, but over the years had become swarthy, thanks to the intense Argentinian sun. He had been briefed on the situation by the Prime Minister and was ready to talk business.

He nodded his head slightly as the door opened,

"Mr. Fabus, I believe we have some business to discuss concerning a mutual distrust of a certain nation. he said calmly. He took a seat and continued, "Now, if we go along with this plan and betray the Chinese, what are you prepared to offer His Majesty?"

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He walked into the HQ of the main English-French commanders in the area, snapped to attention when he saw the English field marshal and then said, "Sir, my forces are ready, we will either disarm as per the surrender terms, or we will stand ready to fight against the Chinese, what are we to do?"

Field Marshall George Randall turned to face the newcomer. He was a relatively young man, at thirty five, but the demands of his position had formed wrinkles in his face and premature balding. He was hailed by many papers in England as a modern day Duke of Wellington, for his brilliant victories all over the world.

He returned the salute, "At ease. Now, your men should continue surrendering. The Chinese are on my flank and I am in no position to start a war with them at this point. We will keep your weaponry and equipment near to the POW camps so that your men can rearm themselves when the time comes.

I have also recieved order from the Prime Minister to be on our guard against the Chinese, but not to began hostilities with them. As it stands now, it's the diplomat's job, but I believe you shall get your war soon enough."

The man nodded, "Okay, but first we have to prepare, the Chinese are no petty enemy. If you wish, you can stay here or accompany me back to headquarters, you will be of no use dead."



Curtis nodded, "Yes, that's good, I'll accompany you."






The Ambassador entered, Sir Winston Parker, his Majesty's Ambassador to Argentina was his name and title. Well, his official title, like many ambassadors, he was also employed by MI6 and held substantial rank within the organization.

He was a tall man, with thinning grey hair, but over the years had become swarthy, thanks to the intense Argentinian sun. He had been briefed on the situation by the Prime Minister and was ready to talk business.

He nodded his head slightly as the door opened,

"Mr. Fabus, I believe we have some business to discuss concerning a mutual distrust of a certain nation. he said calmly. He took a seat and continued, "Now, if we go along with this plan and betray the Chinese, what are you prepared to offer His Majesty?"


Roger smiled, "How does two trillion dollars sound? The Fabus fortune, which was transferred before we left, was always quite substantial, also there is every penny from the Central bank of Mississippi, which I had my personal SRG company take to an undisclosed location... We have lots of money... I happen to know your war cost was four trillion dollars, us paying for half of that, well it's very fair, yes? And we will only take a few years to totally rebuild our industry and economy, hell after 1984, a war where my father used nuclear weapons on our own soil, we were fine by 1986 and great by 1988... Trust me, we'll be fine a few years after the Chinese and communists are gone."





Field Marshall George Randall turned to face the newcomer. He was a relatively young man, at thirty five, but the demands of his position had formed wrinkles in his face and premature balding. He was hailed by many papers in England as a modern day Duke of Wellington, for his brilliant victories all over the world.

He returned the salute, "At ease. Now, your men should continue surrendering. The Chinese are on my flank and I am in no position to start a war with them at this point. We will keep your weaponry and equipment near to the POW camps so that your men can rearm themselves when the time comes.

I have also recieved order from the Prime Minister to be on our guard against the Chinese, but not to began hostilities with them. As it stands now, it's the diplomat's job, but I believe you shall get your war soon enough."


The Field Marshal nodded, "Okay, I'll issue the orders then..."

Salazar nodded and walked towards the guard house, quietly asking, "What was his name, your brother? I'm sure he was a good soldier... My father died when I was still a teenager, he was a loyal soldier, always did what was asked of him..."

"His name was Brian. My younger brother. I would have gave up my life to protect his. Do you realize how painful a death from VX is? Maybe they will put you to death by VX that would be great."

Private Kramer pushed his Captive into the guard house.

"Captain, Look who I found at the checkpoint, "Chemical Junior", General Miguel Salazar."

The Captain looked up, "Well I'll be, So what brings you here General."

Franz looked at the BRG officer, "Sir, are you here to escort me the rest of the way to Bolivia?"



Ooc- I'll be back later tonight, the people in this RP need to start making replies to posts concerning them... Where is everybody at? Come on guys, reply please. :D
"Yes, that is correct sir. Step this way please." he said, motioning up the ramp of the C17. It had been refited for VIP transport, with several rows of seat, a flat panel TV screen, and a kitchen.

The colonel had medditerrainian features; he was of Italian descent. He was wearing green fatigues and had a 1911 hanging on his side. The Bolivian Republican Guard was based on the Mississipian one, and was just as well trained (and genetically engineered).

The plane took off, and headed for Bolivia.

"His name was Brian. My younger brother. I would have gave up my life to protect his. Do you realize how painful a death from VX is? Maybe they will put you to death by VX that would be great."

Private Kramer pushed his Captive into the guard house.

"Captain, Look who I found at the checkpoint, "Chemical Junior", General Miguel Salazar."

The Captain looked up, "Well I'll be, So what brings you here General."


Salazar shrugged, "I wanted to get out of Mississippi, what else?"

He then turned to the private, "No, your brother didn't suffer, our VX gas kills in less than ten seconds, he probably never even knew what hit him, if that is any consolation to you... He didn't suffer. My sisters, who were raped by Chinese soldiers, they suffered, and they'll suffer to the die they die, having to live with the shame of being raped, and by Chinese..."

Salazar shrugged, "I wanted to get out of Mississippi, what else?"

He then turned to the private, "No, your brother didn't suffer, our VX gas kills in less than ten seconds, he probably never even knew what hit him, if that is any consolation to you... He didn't suffer. My sisters, who were raped by Chinese soldiers, they suffered, and they'll suffer to the die they die, having to live with the shame of being raped, and by Chinese..."

The Captain looked up at Salazar "We are beginning to regret joining with the Chinese. They are horrible. Desecrating the land, raping the women, massacring the people."

Jerry Kramer turned to the General "Are you serious? I always was taught that VX took 20 minutes to kill and was extremely painful while you were alive. Well, Chemical weapons are a valid weapon of war. Us Canadians used them too. You know the personal aspect just made me lose my cool. So Captain what should we do."

"Well General I am sorry, but I am going to have to hand cuff you and radio Command."

The Captain looked up at Salazar "We are beginning to regret joining with the Chinese. They are horrible. Desecrating the land, raping the women, massacring the people."

Jerry Kramer turned to the General "Are you serious? I always was taught that VX took 20 minutes to kill and was extremely painful while you were alive. Well, Chemical weapons are a valid weapon of war. Us Canadians used them too. You know the personal aspect just made me lose my cool. So Captain what should we do."

"Well General I am sorry, but I am going to have to hand cuff you and radio Command."



Salazar shook his head, "No, most VX gas, in the right amounts and of the right purity, kills within sixty seconds at the most. Our gas is higher quality and better purity and usually works within ten seconds at the most."

He turned to the captain, "That is understandable sir, you are just doing your job. Could I ask a favor, could I have a pinch of tobacco to chew on before you cuff me? I have the tin in my pocket, left pants pocket, you can get it for me if you don't trust me."

Curtis nodded, "Yes, that's good, I'll accompany you."


The man smiled and led Curtis out to a waiting car, it was black and relatively featureless. They climbed in and the car sped off towards the MI6 HQ in the area. Curtis would be kept quite safe until he was needed...



Roger smiled, "How does two trillion dollars sound? The Fabus fortune, which was transferred before we left, was always quite substantial, also there is every penny from the Central bank of Mississippi, which I had my personal SRG company take to an undisclosed location... We have lots of money... I happen to know your war cost was four trillion dollars, us paying for half of that, well it's very fair, yes? And we will only take a few years to totally rebuild our industry and economy, hell after 1984, a war where my father used nuclear weapons on our own soil, we were fine by 1986 and great by 1988... Trust me, we'll be fine a few years after the Chinese and communists are gone."

Parker nodded, and thought, "Damn, they must be desperate..." He then continued aloud,

"I believe the Prime Minister will find that a good amount, and perhaps we can have preferred trade deals and various other economic advantages once Mississippi is back on her feet again...?"

The man smiled and led Curtis out to a waiting car, it was black and relatively featureless. They climbed in and the car sped off towards the MI6 HQ in the area. Curtis would be kept quite safe until he was needed...





Parker nodded, and thought, "Damn, they must be desperate..." He then continued aloud,

"I believe the Prime Minister will find that a good amount, and perhaps we can have preferred trade deals and various other economic advantages once Mississippi is back on her feet again...?"



Curtis leaned back and enjoyed the ride, asking only, "Mind if I smoke?"





Roger smiled, "Great, sounds great, very good, I anxiously await confirmation of his acceptance of the deals."

Sung knew another war laid close upon the horizon, he had read the reports of a growing enmity among his allies, both in government and in the trench. Rubbing his temples trying to subdue the torrent of pain he thought, what are we to do? Prepare for another war, this time against not only Mississippi but our former allies as well? We must consolidate who we can, send diplomats to our fellow communist nations, especially Brazil, for I fear anything with those of Europe would fall upon deaf ears, those Mississippian fascists may already hold them around their fingers.

Feeling in no shape to draft such notices himself he calls out, “Yan, come in here.”

“Yes High Chairman,” answered a small man, who quickly bowed.

“Send word to our communist allies that we wish to meet with them about the prospect of war.” Sung dictated, “And alert me to anything from our Allies in Europe, but I hardly expect any.” He said with a harrowing smile.

“Right away High Chairman.”

Maybe we should begin conscripting more troops now before the conflict starts, and not after…yes, take those whom are not truly needed for the war effort, maybe have women step up into noncombatant roles, no, we can hold off on that still. But yes, extra time spent training can hardly hurt us,” he chuckled a sardonic laugh, “no I don’t think extra training could hurt at all.

Leaning back in his chair he did feel enough to write for himself a small note on the matter, but nothing more, his head still ached. If war does break lose we must not leave anything left standing in the lands we occupy, every man, woman, and child killed, we shall use their bodies as sandbags or rafts, he thought with an evil little smirk, but they think we already do that, so what would it matter to actually do it. But yes, despite their surprising ability to bounce back we shall leave that land dead and salted before we give it up to anyone.

Whispering to no one, “China will not fall to those bas*****.

OOC Note: Not sure about language level here so I self edited.

Sung knew another war laid close upon the horizon, he had read the reports of a growing enmity among his allies, both in government and in the trench. Rubbing his temples trying to subdue the torrent of pain he thought, what are we to do? Prepare for another war, this time against not only Mississippi but our former allies as well? We must consolidate who we can, send diplomats to our fellow communist nations, especially Brazil, for I fear anything with those of Europe would fall upon deaf ears, those Mississippian fascists may already hold them around their fingers.

Feeling in no shape to draft such notices himself he calls out, “Yan, come in here.”

“Yes High Chairman,” answered a small man, who quickly bowed.

“Send word to our communist allies that we wish to meet with them about the prospect of war.” Sung dictated, “And alert me to anything from our Allies in Europe, but I hardly expect any.” He said with a harrowing smile.

“Right away High Chairman.”

Maybe we should begin conscripting more troops now before the conflict starts, and not after…yes, take those whom are not truly needed for the war effort, maybe have women step up into noncombatant roles, no, we can hold off on that still. But yes, extra time spent training can hardly hurt us,” he chuckled a sardonic laugh, “no I don’t think extra training could hurt at all.

Leaning back in his chair he did feel enough to write for himself a small note on the matter, but nothing more, his head still ached. If war does break lose we must not leave anything left standing in the lands we occupy, every man, woman, and child killed, we shall use their bodies as sandbags or rafts, he thought with an evil little smirk, but they think we already do that, so what would it matter to actually do it. But yes, despite their surprising ability to bounce back we shall leave that land dead and salted before we give it up to anyone.

Whispering to no one, “China will not fall to those bas*****.

OOC Note: Not sure about language level here so I self edited.


Ooc- Language is a-okay.

Ic-

To: China

From: Roger Fabus


"Dear chairman,
It has come to my attention that you neglected to realize I still have all the nuclear launch codes for my satellites, the submarines, and numerous siloes. We have a vast coalition effort building against you. Stand down and leave Mississippi right away, and you may have 500 billion dollars in war reparations. Stay, and you shall have only death and bloodshed as the citizens of Mississippi rise up against your unjust occupation forces."


P.S. You have been warned...

Ooc- Avadria is gone till like Sunday, right? And the rest of you all seem to be gone... So, I'm going to say, post if you need to make a reply, but otherwise don't do anything drastic till say Saturday night or Sunday. I'll be gone most if not all of Saturday. A buddy and I need to test out some body armor to make sure it actually works and is worth suggesting to the group to buy more, so that could eat up the better part of the day Saturday. So I'll see you all Sunday morning probably.

"Yes, that is correct sir. Step this way please." he said, motioning up the ramp of the C17. It had been refited for VIP transport, with several rows of seat, a flat panel TV screen, and a kitchen.

The colonel had medditerrainian features; he was of Italian descent. He was wearing green fatigues and had a 1911 hanging on his side. The Bolivian Republican Guard was based on the Mississipian one, and was just as well trained (and genetically engineered).

The plane took off, and headed for Bolivia.
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Ooc- what do you want me to do? Rp YOUR plane landing? It's your plane to RP landing, or your guy can strike up a convo with Franz... But I guess you have a point. Franz could strike up a convo with your guy.


Ic- Franz looked to the soldier, "A 1911 pistol eh? That is the standard issue sidearm in most of our units. The most produced pistol in our nation, over eight billion produced since 1984."

Bump...

Oh note, my AOL address is now IntratecAB109mm

Curtis leaned back and enjoyed the ride, asking only, "Mind if I smoke?"





Roger smiled, "Great, sounds great, very good, I anxiously await confirmation of his acceptance of the deals."

OOC: Sorry about not replying, I've been rather busy.


The man nodded, "If you wish, but please roll down the window if you do..."

As they drove, the car passed through several checkpoints, filled with rather nervous looking soldiers.

"Already, rumours have been circulating throughout the military. I don't think they want to fight another war, this time against an ally." remarked the man.

They passed through another checkpoint and parked outside a generic stone grey building. The man got out and lead Curtis to a room on the second floor. It was probably rather spartan compared to what he was used to, but it was still good for a prisoner.

"If you need anything" the man said, "Use the telephone within the room, you can roam about this floor as you wish, but do not leave it without permission. Now, I have business to attend to, it was a pleasure meeting you, Mr. Fabus."

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"Okay, if there is anything else you wish to discuss, please tell me. Otherwise, I shall be on my way." said Parker.

Ooc- what do you want me to do? Rp YOUR plane landing? It's your plane to RP landing, or your guy can strike up a convo with Franz... But I guess you have a point. Franz could strike up a convo with your guy.


Ic- Franz looked to the soldier, "A 1911 pistol eh? That is the standard issue sidearm in most of our units. The most produced pistol in our nation, over eight billion produced since 1984."
"Yes, this pistol is actualy Mississipian made." he said, decocking the pistol, and handing it to Franz. "I personaly customised it, replaced the barrel and grips, moved the slide release up a bit for easier handling, the works." he said, obviously proud of himself.

"Entering Bolivian airspace, ETA ten minutes." came a voice over the intercom.

Curtis smiled as they led him inside, he was still smoking, "So, is this where I'll be staying? I was wondering if I might be able to get to Argentina sometime soon... I'd like to see my family, they're all probably there by now you know."






Roger shook his head, "No, not really much else, thank you for your time, sir."

Salazar shook his head, "No, most VX gas, in the right amounts and of the right purity, kills within sixty seconds at the most. Our gas is higher quality and better purity and usually works within ten seconds at the most."

He turned to the captain, "That is understandable sir, you are just doing your job. Could I ask a favor, could I have a pinch of tobacco to chew on before you cuff me? I have the tin in my pocket, left pants pocket, you can get it for me if you don't trust me."

"No problem General." Replied the Captain.

The Captain got up and took the tin from Salazar's pocket and handed it to him. The Captain then walked over to the radio in the guardpost.

"HQ, HQ, Do you respond. This is Checkpoint 524-ZF. Over"

"Checkpoint this is HQ. Whats your report."

"Checkpoint we have General Salazar, Chemical Junior,in Custody."

You could hear the controller choking on his donut from hearing the news.

"Roger, A Blackhawk should be out with in the hour."

The Captain turned to Salazar. "Well we have an hour until you are out of my hands."

Salazar nodded his head, "Yes, I'd like to know if I might be able to leave or what will happen to me? Am I going to be hanged?"

The Captain looked at Salazar frankly, "That Sir is not up to me, that is up to Prime Minister Minden at this point. But I suspect that yes, you will be executed. Firing squad I presume."

Salazar frowned, "I don't know what I've done that is so wrong, all sides used the weapons I used... The Chinese bombed cities with no military value, they sank red cross ships, they torpedoed at least a dozen hospital ships, they bombed prisoner of war camps that weren't Chinese POWs... I only used a little gas here and there, why is that so bad compared to what they've all done?"

"Salazar, I don't know. I would have made the same decisions. I hate the Chinese as much as you. I would have used gas. But this is out of my hands."

The C17 touched down in La Paz, Bolivia, and Franz was escorted out and greeted by an awaiting car. The BRG colonel left him, and the car sped off to the Presidential Palace.

"Salazar, I don't know. I would have made the same decisions. I hate the Chinese as much as you. I would have used gas. But this is out of my hands."


Salazar frowned again, "My father used gas a lot, and people hated him for it... I guess I'm going to get it, eh? Are you sure they'll execute me? I was wondering, could you let me get just one thing from my bag that I had with me when I was brought in, please..."


Ooc- He wants to get a cyanide capsule in the event the trial for his alleged crimes goes poorly for him.

The C17 touched down in La Paz, Bolivia, and Franz was escorted out and greeted by an awaiting car. The BRG colonel left him, and the car sped off to the Presidential Palace.



Franz asked the driver, "Sir, excuse me, sir, are we going to see the President right now? Is that where we're going?"

Franz asked the driver, "Sir, excuse me, sir, are we going to see the President right now? Is that where we're going?"
"Yes, sir, that is correct." replied the driver as they pulled into the resident of Marshall Rodriguez, the self apointed president (he still prefered the title 'Marshall' to president).

Franz was lead from the car into the massive mansion. It was decorated with pictures of famous generals, such as Rommel, Ceaser, Patton, and the like. He was lead up a large staircase into the Marshall's office. The massive oak doors were thrown open, and the ruler of Bolivia bade him welcome,

"Welcome, Franz. I trust you are enjoying your stay so far?"

Franz nodded his head, "Yes, yes, I am enjoying it quite well... As for the matter of my wife and four children, I am wondering where they are... Are they to meet me here?"

"Yes, we are currently extracting them. They should arrive by tommorow." he said reassuringly. "Now, down to buisiness. What knowledge have you to offer us?"

Franz nodded, "Good, good, I'd like to speak with them via the phone if that is possible and not a security risk."

Gunther Thaller was nervously waiting for the English to arrive, he could hear their tanks rolling towards the base in the distance, he knew it was them from the direction they were approaching from.

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The Commander of the Mississippian Kriegs Marine, the 57 year old Grand Admiral Ernst Raedar, issued the order of surrender for all submarines on June 7th, 2017, ordering them to surface and surrender to the nearest English, Canadian, and French vessels.

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Curtis smiled as they led him inside, he was still smoking, "So, is this where I'll be staying? I was wondering if I might be able to get to Argentina sometime soon... I'd like to see my family, they're all probably there by now you know."

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Roger shook his head, "No, not really much else, thank you for your time, sir."




Forward Elements of the 4th Armoured Division rounded the bend and headed straight for the base. As they approached, a voice on a loudspeaker boomed...

"Everyone within the base, please exit with your hands above your heads! Please form a line and lie face first on the ground. Anyone carrying a weapon will be shot on sight."



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Around the Isles, a rather strange sight was taking place. Many submarines surfaced and waited. They were soon sighted and towed off to the nearest port by various English Coastal Guard ships for either decommissioning or refitting to replace losses in the Royal Navy.

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The man nodded, "I know, but for the time being, we need you hear. You will see your family in due time, if all goes well. If not, we will all die a rather painful death."


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Parker nodded and stood, "Good, I shall notify you when the Generals are ready, it's their game now."

With that, he nodded again and walked out of the room.

Forward Elements of the 4th Armoured Division rounded the bend and headed straight for the base. As they approached, a voice on a loudspeaker boomed...

"Everyone within the base, please exit with your hands above your heads! Please form a line and lie face first on the ground. Anyone carrying a weapon will be shot on sight."



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Around the Isles, a rather strange sight was taking place. Many submarines surfaced and waited. They were soon sighted and towed off to the nearest port by various English Coastal Guard ships for either decommissioning or refitting to replace losses in the Royal Navy.

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The man nodded, "I know, but for the time being, we need you hear. You will see your family in due time, if all goes well. If not, we will all die a rather painful death."


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Parker nodded and stood, "Good, I shall notify you when the Generals are ready, it's their game now."

With that, he nodded again and walked out of the room.



Thaller shouted into his radio, "The base gets surrendered by my terms, or not at all, okay? Do you want the advanced weaponry we have here? Don't fire, we won't fire, we are no comrades at arms, yes?"





The admiral of the submarine fleet radioed the nearest English cruiser, "Sir, we are under orders to follow you but not to turn over our ships as war with China looms on the horizon, will you help us?"





Curtis nodded, "Okay, so what is the plan sir, we just sit and wait?"

bump, awaiting replies from at least Doomingsland and Hattia, that I know of need replying. Probably a few others who need to make some replies...

Ooc- I am largely waiting for


1) English to thoroughly investigate the secret air base and be awed by it.

2) The English to accept the surrender of the submarines off the shores of England, and command them to form a new naval corps under the soon to be restored Fabus regime to help fight China.

3) China to launch pre-emptive attacks against England, Canada, and France.

4) Cuba to join sides with China.

5) Brazil to make a tough choice and pick sides.

6) The MS POWs and those soldiers waiting to be disarmed to be readied and formed back into their old units to fight China.

7) China to attempt to stop the massive insurgency movement centered around Biloxi


Let's get cracking people.

Franz nodded, "Good, good, I'd like to speak with them via the phone if that is possible and not a security risk."
OOC:Forgot about this thread, sry.

IC:

"Of course, I'll patch them in, this should only take a few minutes." he replied, picking up a phone, and saying something. Surely enough, two minutes later, the phone rang, and Rodriguez handed it to Franz. "It's for you."

Thaller shouted into his radio, "The base gets surrendered by my terms, or not at all, okay? Do you want the advanced weaponry we have here? Don't fire, we won't fire, we are no comrades at arms, yes?"


The admiral of the submarine fleet radioed the nearest English cruiser, "Sir, we are under orders to follow you but not to turn over our ships as war with China looms on the horizon, will you help us?"


Curtis nodded, "Okay, so what is the plan sir, we just sit and wait?"


After a few moments, the tank replied, "Okay, bring the stuff out, we will bring up some trucks to transport whatever you have.

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Okay, follow us back to port. We will provide lodgings and return
you to your ships if something does happen.


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As the man strode away he said, "Curtis, you shall have your fight soon enough..."

Suddenly, and without warning, one thousand nuclear warheads descended on China... Roger had activated the satellite weaponry, they would never know what hit them, their homeland would be left in ruins, but their armed forces were largely in other lands and they would be a major problem...


As for the Chinese retaliatory capability, as part of loophole deal, when Mississippian Egypt and Western Sahara backed out of the war and declared neutrality, they secretly took possession of all of the Mississippian SDI defense satellites, and now they stood ready, siding with their homeland Mississippi again, they would be more than able to stop whatever missiles the small Chinese nuclear submarine fleet might be able to fire.



Across Mississippi, the forces of Mississippians yet to be disarmed by the Western Allies had taken up positions across the nation and begun assaulting Chinese forces in their areas. In Biloxi, the massive insurgency movement was moving east along the coast to link up to Alabama and then west from the city to link up to Louisiana, to isolate the Chinese from their coastal supply routes.


Roger Fabus, speaking from Argentina, declared, "The Chinese are on the defensive, they will fall, they will be crushed, they will be totally destroyed... We welcome the Western Allies to join our cause for freedom."


As he was speaking, the ME and WS Commonwealth Armed Forces were launching cruise missiles against Chinese military forces near Cape Town in South Africa, and they were also readying to deploy 20 parachute divisions to Mississippi to help liberate their homeland.


In South Africa, the major concentrations of Chinese forces were around Cape Town and Durban, and they were finding themselves under massive attacks from insurgent bands and remnants of the South African Commonwealth Army, and a few scattered brigades from the old Federation garrison stationed there.

It was going to be a good and long fight.

It was going to be a good and long fight.

Even before the small sheet of paper was delivered to the Field Commanders, the message was clear, war was on. But, this two-word mandate stated just how bad the war is.

Hammer Down

Two-words, but they meant that China itself was in someway incapacitated or destroyed. This fight was to be won with what they had and what they could steal or make.

In places where insurgent attacks were light the Chinese surged forth, killing and stealing as they went, leaving no one alive, but saving bullet for those with guns. So with hands stained with blood and anguish in their eyes the came forth to reengage strongholds still in their held territory, or surging across the boarders flanking former allies. Even in places where they we’re already under attack they fought back with a new zeal, leaving all, combatants and noncombatants laying in their own cooling blood.

This was going to be a long fight for the hammer was down and the forge red-hot.

Roger decided to offer the Chinese a deal, a few of their major cities were still somewhat intact, and about 200 million Chinese were still alive in China, having managed.


He sent a communique to the Chinese leader.


"You have twelve hours to stand down and begin withdrawing ALL of your forces from ALL of our territories, or we will launch secondary strikes against your nation, using weapons such as VX, Sarin, VX-2, IG-Virus, IG-BS Virus, and even IG-BS-X Virus. I suggest you strongly consider what these secondary attacks would do to your nation, well what remains of it."


Sincerely, Czar Roger Fabus

Reply: Communiqué

“Though w- w--ld -e ha-py to order the stand-own we…-cannot-. Aut-mat-d “H-mme- …” respo-se…Gen-ra-s independent…you…own…convince…communication…failing...”

**Static**

Ooc- Ops, forgot it was my line... And where are all the others one who are in this RP? I can't believe everybody forgot to post in here? (Gives a sideways stare at you all)



Ic-


Roger sighed and sent them another message, "Are you trying to tell me this is an automated deal?"

((OOC: Aye, many a RPs have seem to have lost their life, tis the way of the forums. And I like talking in gaps, go EMP whiping out electronics, and you try talking on a crank powered phone set :) ))

IC:

"Y-s...comun-cations fail...to mother... fi-ld co---nders fr-e agen.."