NationStates Jolt Archive

It started out as a nice Sunday morning. Millions around the country flocked to churches for Sunday Mass. Little did they know what was about to happen, that the entire country would be changed completely in a matter of hours. President Holtz and his family got into the Presidental Motorcade and drove to the National Cathedral, where ,throughout history, the President and his family would always attend church at. They stopped at the front entrance way and got quickly out of the motorcade and went into the church, except for 15 year-old Kristine, who wandered towards a memorial statue south of the church. As she looked at the statue, she felt a something poke her back. A voice said, "Get in the car or you will die." Crying, she got into the car. The car sped off as President Holtz, wondering where Kristine was at, rushed outside. He pulled out his pistol, which he always took with, but Shelby held him back. "No! You might kill Kristine!" she exclaimed. President Holtz then knelt to the ground and began to cry.
Right when the first tear drops hit the ground, roaring explosions thundered everywhere it seemed. President Holtz sheltered his wife with his arms as he rushed for cover. The cathedral then exploded in a fiery blast, thrusting out stone debris. Luckly, none of the debris hit President Holtz and his wife. After the attack and the smoke cleared, President Holtz was surrounded by armed Muslim extremists in ski masks. They ordered him and his wife to get into the vehicle or they would kill them both and continue bombing the country. The Presidental Family got into the vehicle and were taken to the Holy Paradise City Maximum Security Prison, where they would be held along with all of the other members of the government.
A Muslim terrorist named Aba El-Karhi proclaimed himself as dictator of Holy Paradise and ordered 500,000 Christians to be rounded up and thrown in prison. The Oppression had begun.

(OOC: I need someone to play the kidnappers of Kristine. I'm not good at playing as kidnappers.)

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OOC: I could play the kidnappers if you want...

sure

OOC:Is your country landlocked? Also, would you mind if my nation took part in the rescue efforts?

The car roared down the highway. A middle aged man wearing a turban and a greying beard named Kasad al-Zakari drove. Next to him was Abu Faaliska, a younger man with a black beard with a pistol in his lap. In the back seat a two large men, turbans and small beards, Hasan and Usama bin Faqwasi with Kristine in between them, blindfolded and gagged. Despite that her eyes were not visible, it was obvious she was sobbing with terror.

OOC:Is your country landlocked? Also, would you mind if my nation took part in the rescue efforts?

The car roared down the highway. A middle aged man wearing a turban and a greying beard named Kasad al-Zakari drove. Next to him was Abu Faaliska, a younger man with a black beard with a pistol in his lap. In the back seat a two large men, turbans and small beards, Hasan and Usama bin Faqwasi with Kristine in between them, blindfolded and gagged. Despite that her eyes were not visible, it was obvious she was sobbing with terror.
OOC:My country is a huge island. And I would be glad to have you help dispose of the dictatorship


IC: Aba El-Karhi looked at the number of Christians in the nation. About already 592,000 had been killed and 1,283,482 had been arrested. He smirked and then called for a Holy Paradise aide he had enslaved. The aide rushed in, frightened. "Y..y..yes sir?" he stuttered.

"Slave, I want you to deliver this order to the Allah police. Tell them to create a way to read people's minds so we can find and reprogram them if they are Christian. Also, have them create a Muslim youth militia for us. Also, order them to burn every church they can find." El-Karhi replied. The slave took the order and left for the Head Allah Police Building.

OOC: I know the mind control thing is very Orwellian and 1984 ish. But that makes it more interesting.

OOC: can I join?

Civil servant and an officer of the bank of B'Stardsia Bernard Jacobs was protestant so never went to Mass. He was Church of England and doubted if they had any branches here. Out side this not completly dreadful bistro he thumbed his notepad ofthings to do today, trade meeting, luncheon, merchant bankers meeting etc. This week was going to be dull. B'Stardsia was nice this time of year. He was missing Gala day and knew his friend were having much more fun then he was. Sipping the last dreggs of earl grey from his cup, the teabagged stuff they served here reminded him of horse urine.

The Explosion rocked his mind and the glass of the cafe shattered behind him. Terrorisem, what? War. He alowed himself a smile as he staitend his waist coat. He was alive and war was always good for business.

Approaching the local police station he explained who he was and was not met with very enthusatic approval. Still I must persist.
Please direct me to government office I'm sure they would love my country to lend a helping hand.

You sure can.

OOC: so what happens now
NB: Another suitcase in another hall

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To: Aba El-Karhi
From: Generalissimo J.L.

Release my friend John and his family, resign, and get the hell out of the Conservative United States of Holy Paradise this instant, or I shall do everything in my vast power to make your life a living hell.

Kristine shook like she was nude and at the South Pole during a blizzard. The two men, probably in cahoots with the evil terrorist who had taken over, struck fear right into Kristine's heart. She sniffled, "What are you going to do with me? Beat me? Rape me? Kill me? I beg of you, let me go!"

To: Generalissimo J.L. of Roach-Busters
From: Aba El-Karhi
Never, Christian pig! They shall remain in prison for eternity! And you can't do anything to stop me as I have control of the entire Holy Paradise military, not to mention training my new, reprogrammed citizens to fight also. Any attacks and your country shall become non-existent in the name of Allah!

OOC: I have a new character I made up, a bounty hunter/mercenary/hit man. Could you RP a member of the former HP government sending him a message offering to hire him to rescue John and the others from prison?

OOC: Can I join in? Taking down Islamic fundamentalists is always fun. Especially if they are megalomaniacs...

Thousands of Christians were lined up and sent into huge warehouses across the country where hundreds of Reprogramming machines made by brilliant Holy Paradise scientists enslaved and threatened by Aba El-Karhi. Meanwhile, Allah policemen marched around the country, torching churches everywhere. The saddest scene was where they locked in a church a kindly, loved by all, 86 year old priest and torched it, burning and suffocating the poor priest to death. A video of the scene was taken by a Allah policeman who sent it to Aba El-Karhi, who then sent the tape to Generalissimo J.L. of Roach-Busters.

OOC: I have a new character I made up, a bounty hunter/mercenary/hit man. Could you RP a member of the former HP government sending him a message offering to hire him to rescue John and the others from prison?
Sure, but I need you to post what he's like.

OOC: Can I join in? Taking down Islamic fundamentalists is always fun. Especially if they are megalomaniacs...
sure.

The Federation of Pschycotic Pschycos would like to lend a hand. We are a mostly Protestant nation, and we view these terroristic actions as the henious crime of genocide. We would like to help eradicate these terrorists.

"Can I join"

Do they have control of the military, cause that's my strong point.

The Federation of Pschycotic Pschycos would like to lend a hand. We are a mostly Protestant nation, and we view these terroristic actions as the henious crime of genocide. We would like to help eradicate these terrorists.

"Can I join"

Do they have control of the military, cause that's my strong point.
Sure you can join. And yes they control the military.

Later, after a press release, in Honimishu Castle...

"Shogun Himura, Holy Paradise has just been taken over by terrorists, and they now control the military and are proceeding to commit genocide on the christian populace!" shouted an aide.

"WHAT?! This is unacceptible! We must help. Pull all forces together! I want our whole Navy over there, and a massive landing, they cannot do this." replied the firey Shogun Himura Kenshin, only 28 years old.

"Yes, Sir! I will issue your orders...."
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P.P.S. Arkhangle, Open Ocean...

"Admiral Yamamoto, issues from HQ. We are to aid the nation of Holy Paradise, recently taken over by terrorists."

"All right, things were getting too quite. Let's go!" he returned.

The massive battlecarrier, as well as the rest of the navy turned and began heading for the nation under seige. It would only take about a day (2 RL hours) for them to get there.

"Wire them a message."

Attention Terrorist Scum...

This is the Pschycotic Pschycos Navy. We order you to surrender, or we will invade.

This is your only warning.
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(OOC: I'll be back later, I have chores to do. By the way, I'm in a relgious christian region, can I see if anyone there is interested, or do you want to keep this semi-low-scale?)

Wearing a formal suit, Emperor Armand addressed his people. He stood in front of television cameras, which broadcast his speech through Fox News.
"My people, as I stand in our newly rebuilt capital, that has risen from the ashes of the devastating Anagonian strike, I urge you that our entire nation should rise from the ashes of this disaster! We shall prove our might to the world by eradicating an evil group that has seized an innocent nation. Our armies stand by, ready for battle once again. Our nation has grown to such a size that it can finally deploy large scale forces and special weapons as well. I shall announce our troop deployments tomorrow, and the battle shall begin."
A hymn that managed to praise Armand, cheese, and Jesus Christ at the same time played as the Emperor marched off, awaiting a well deserved nap.

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Kristine sat in fear as she felt the car stop. The men were arguing. She heard Kasad's voice. "This is the location Aba El-Khari told me. I just spoke with him a minute ago on my cell phone." The men were outside the car shouting. She pressed the side of her head against the seat and slowly pulled the blindfold down. The car was in front of an abandoned warehouse at some unused docks. Kasad handed his phone to the others. "Check the messages. Its there." He reiterated. Abu Faaliska snatched the phone and fiddled with the buttons. She then noticed something odd. Kasad had silently crouched and was covering his ears and his eyes were closed tightly. Suddenly, there was a deafening boom and a blinding flash. She heard several gunshots pierce the ringing in her ears, but she only saw a light. She felt herself being carried out of the car. When the light obscuring her eyes slowly faded, she saw that Kasad was carrying her, and the three others were dead. He set her down on the side of the warehouse. "What the hell? Are you going to kill me? What are you going to do?"
"Calm down. I was sent by the Siapian Intelligence Network. I was supposed to rescue your family, but they went in the church and you were the only one I could grab. Sorry."
She stared in disbelief. "You...I thought you were a Muslim."
"I am."
"But you aren't going to kill me?"
"Being of Islamic faith isn't the only prequisite to being a terrorist. C'mon. Lets go." He walked her to the dock. He pulled out two breathing aparatuses. "Take this." He strapped it over her head. "Now breathe normally." He took her and descended a small ladder. "I'm scared...How do I know your going to help me?"
"You've got two choices. Either certain death out there, or uncertain fate with me." She thought about it and descended the ladder with him.

At the base of the ladder was a concealed SDV (Swimmer Delivery Vehicle). The two gripped onto the bars and Kasad started the SDV. It cruised into the dark ocean. After two minutes, they came near a black silhouette. Kasad drove the SDV toward a small hump on it and stopped. He motioned for Kristine to hold onto him, and he swam to a small hatch. They entered into an airlock, and soon the two removed their breathing apparatuses. Kasad helped her onto the deck. "Welcome aboard the SWS Plankton" The commander said. "We've been watching the turn of events on your nation and thought we might get involved. Here is a change of clothes." He handed her a Siapian naval uniform. "You can use my quarters." He led her to his quarters and then shut the door. He returned to the bridge. A corporal walked up to him. "Sir! Admiral Forrest of the SWS Lionheart called. He is approaching the boundary waters. We'll be directly underneath him in two hours."

Aboard the SWS Lionheart
"Sir! We just got word that the President's daughter was rescued, but the family remains in custody."
The admiral sighed.

The Fleet consisted of The aircraft carrier Lionheart, 4 subs and several assorted frigates. Also there were five AEGIS cruisers and an assortment of PT boats. The Siapian Special Recon Division and Siapian Intelligence Network Operations Detatchment (SINOD) Alpha and Beta were onboard these ships.

The Admiral said, "Once the Plankton gets near us, I want them to bring Kristine on board here. We are to fly her back to Siap as soon as possible."

An aide walked into the Presidental office, which was now Aba El-Karhi's office. "Sir...um....we had a problem getting Kristine. It...it..it seems that the kidnappers we employed were actually employed by the Siapian Intelligence Network, who ordered them to try and save the entire family. They only got Kristine, but took off with her and killed the men we sent to get her." El-Karhi took out the Presidental Pistol which he had stolen from the exiled President Holtz and shot the aide to death, all the while swearing and cursing.

Kristine sat in fear as she felt the car stop. The men were arguing. She heard Kasad's voice. "This is the location Aba El-Khari told me. I just spoke with him a minute ago on my cell phone." The men were outside the car shouting. She pressed the side of her head against the seat and slowly pulled the blindfold down. The car was in front of an abandoned warehouse at some unused docks. Kasad handed his phone to the others. "Check the messages. Its there." He reiterated. Abu Faaliska snatched the phone and fiddled with the buttons. She then noticed something odd. Kasad had silently crouched and was covering his ears and his eyes were closed tightly. Suddenly, there was a deafening boom and a blinding flash. She heard several gunshots pierce the ringing in her ears, but she only saw a light. She felt herself being carried out of the car. When the light obscuring her eyes slowly faded, she saw that Kasad was carrying her, and the three others were dead. He set her down on the side of the warehouse. "What the hell? Are you going to kill me? What are you going to do?"
"Calm down. I was sent by the Siapian Intelligence Network. I was supposed to rescue your family, but they went in the church and you were the only one I could grab. Sorry."
She stared in disbelief. "You...I thought you were a Muslim."
"I am."
"But you aren't going to kill me?"
"Being of Islamic faith isn't the only prequisite to being a terrorist. C'mon. Lets go." He walked her to the dock. He pulled out two breathing aparatuses. "Take this." He strapped it over her head. "Now breathe normally." He took her and descended a small ladder. "I'm scared...How do I know your going to help me?"
"You've got two choices. Either certain death out there, or uncertain fate with me." She thought about it and descended the ladder with him.

At the base of the ladder was a concealed SDV (Swimmer Delivery Vehicle). The two gripped onto the bars and Kasad started the SDV. It cruised into the dark ocean. After two minutes, they came near a black silhouette. Kasad drove the SDV toward a small hump on it and stopped. He motioned for Kristine to hold onto him, and he swam to a small hatch. They entered into an airlock, and soon the two removed their breathing apparatuses. Kasad helped her onto the deck. "Welcome aboard the SWS Plankton" The commander said. "We've been watching the turn of events on your nation and thought we might get involved. Here is a change of clothes." He handed her a Siapian naval uniform. "You can use my quarters." He led her to his quarters and then shut the door. He returned to the bridge. A corporal walked up to him. "Sir! Admiral Forrest of the SWS Lionheart called. He is approaching the boundary waters. We'll be directly underneath him in two hours."

Aboard the SWS Lionheart
"Sir! We just got word that the President's daughter was rescued, but the family remains in custody."
The admiral sighed.

The Fleet consisted of The aircraft carrier Lionheart, 4 subs and several assorted frigates. Also there were five AEGIS cruisers and an assortment of PT boats. The Siapian Special Recon Division and Siapian Intelligence Network Operations Detatchment (SINOD) Alpha and Beta were onboard these ships.

The Admiral said, "Once the Plankton gets near us, I want them to bring Kristine on board here. We are to fly her back to Siap as soon as possible."
Kristine put on the clothes, amazed at what had just happened. She then left Kasad's quarters and walked up to him. "Sir, umm....I don't mean to be ambitious sounding but, I would like to have a control of some of the military to help liberate the capital. I know military strategy well. My dad taught me some and I also watched generals make plans to attack enemies. If you don't mind I'd like to speak to the admiral about it. Oh, and thank you for saving my life. I don't know any words that can describe my thanks, but I think a Medal of Honor from my father once Holy Paradise is liberated might do the trick." she explained, expecting "No" for an answer.

OOC: Holy Paradise, is your nation landlocked? Or are there any sea ports?
Military Deployed to Holy Paradise (Standard US issue, except where noted)
Conventional
500,000 Infantry Units of the 1st Cheese Brigade, 2nd Armand Brigade, 3rd Plague Regiment
500 M1A1 Abrams Tanks
1,000 Reconaissance Humvees (contains two TOW missiles, and machine gun emplacement on back)
200,000 Logistical Support (Cooks, mechanics, etc...)
Unconventional Forces
Classified amount of Malva Special Forces (Trained similiarly to US Delta Forces)
Classified Amount of "Swords Of Armand" Special Land Based Bioforces
Available for deployment from Armandian Cheese Bases
20 "jewels of the sky" Special Aerial Bioweapons Forces
20 B-2 Spirit Bombers
20 Joint Strike Fighters (equipped with JDAM "smart bombs")
1 Nuclear ICBM (Only in extreme cases, and still just a rudimentary fission-powered bomb)

OOC: Also, do you happen to have a map of your country?

I do but I can't remember where I stored it. Oh well. Its kinda like a large, backwards, and straightened C with the capital on the shore between the C's top and bottom.

Kasad thought. An ambitious little one, but the military uniform seems fitting on her. "I am personally not able to make that decision. Right now, we are taking you to the aircraft carrier Lionheart. You would have to talk to the admiral.

The submarine surfaced and aproached the carrier. A small boat came and took Kristine to the Lionheart, where she would meet with the admiral.

Meanwhile, on the bridge
"She wants to what?" Forrest screamed.
"Sir, uh, she does have some experience. She also, undoubtedly knows a lot about Holy Paradise, anyway. I'll bet she would be invaluable for guiding SINOD." A corporal stammered

The Admiral muttered silently. He still took issue with the idea that women would be in the military.
"I'll hear her out." he grumbled.

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P.P.S. Arkhangle, Holy Paradise national waters...

"Admiral, we have just entered Holy Paradise waters, what is our course of action going to be?" asked a young ensign.

"Hmmm...It's quite simple really. We have about 30 battleships currently in our possesion. You do the math." he replied. "We'll bombard the coast, specifically this beach here" he pointed to a map. "Next, we'll destroy all AAA targets as far inland as our cannons can reach, and use the EB-52 squadron that's already en route. They'll be used to destory a path that our ground troops can use to march straight to their HQ."

"Brilliant strategy, sir!" responded the ensign.

"I know. Now, let's get going."
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Pschycotic Pschycos' Federal Navy....

The massive battleships, enlarged versions of the Iowa Class ships, turned broadside so that all 6 of their turrets were facing the specified beach. Their were a few more moments of peaceful silence before the bombardment began. They all shot off one simutanious volley, and then it was "fire at will". They would continue pounding the beach for about 2 hours. This would give the landing forces time to get into position...
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Bridge of the Arkhangle...

"When we finish with the beach, aim for those AAA guns!" shouted the Admiral above the noise. "Get our subs to protect our flanks and rear, I don't want any surprises. Keep a sub on LC 1! Shogun Himura must make landfall, and survive, at all costs!"...
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Invasion Force...

The only sound in the vessels was the uncomfortable russtling of the samurais' armour (bulletproof of course). Outside, it sounded like all hell was breaking loose. The ships were all at the edge of the bombardment, so there was a real fear of being hit. The moment that the firing stopped, they would speed up to the shore, so they hopped that all resistance would be neuralized. They knew, however, that there would probably still be some. Going in were 10 million troops, and some 150 tanks. They would liberate the nation, or die trying.
In the front of LC 1 sat a lone figure. Unlike the other soldiers, he only wore a simple kimono, and a long sword. He had no gun, and no use for one. His hair was long, and tied back, he had violet eyes, and a cross shaped scar on his left cheek. This was Shogun Himura Kenshin, who would lead his people into battle himself.
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52nd Airforce...

"This is Lead, our current ETA is approx. 4 hours. Catch some last minute z's now." the lead pilot radioed.

"I sure hope those AAA's are taken out by the time we get there." he thought.
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OOC: allright, now I expect some opposition from whom ever is playing the terrorists, so let's go people! If there's no opposition, this will be worthless. I know, whoever you are, that you're capable of it.

About 9 million strong were forced to take up arms and help fight the liberators. About 1,819 tanks were place in strategic positions to maximize the range of impact from fire. The naval forces didn't have any ships small enough to fight near coastal waters, so instead, 3,000 fighter/bombers headed towards the naval forces from Pschycotic Pschycos. As soon as the tanks were ready, they turned their turrets towards the enemy forces. "Aim!" yelled a terrorist officer, "Fire!" Hundreds of tanks launched their shells at the enemy, hoping that some blasts would be just close enough to sink a battleship or two. Brainwashed Holy Paradisian troops took up positions near the shores, ready to fire as soon as the first Pschycotic Pschycoian soldier ascended the hill.

OOC: Hey, Holy Paradise, this is Derscon. I cannot seem to log out of this at the moment. You mind if I join up?
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sure. people can join at anytime

Arkhangle...

"Admiral, it appeares they are trying to defy us using...tanks?"

"Looks like the cannon won't work... I know...let's glass them! Get the White Phosphorus cruise missiles ready. (like napalm, only 10 times better, hot enough to melt metal) Switch the cannon to AAA guns, they need to be taken out!" ordered the admiral.

"Aye, Aye sir!"

"Also, get the mobile suits ready, they're our best anti-tank weapon." (they can take several hits from a tank and keep going, though too many will destroy them.)

"Sir, incoming aircraft!"

"Launch all planes in defense! Get the guided missile cruisers to cover us!"

"Aye, Sir!.
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Arkhangle flight decks...

Both flight decks were now being used to get planes into the air. The sound of screaming engines was echoing over the open water as the 25 other carriers were doing the same. (my navy receives the most funding then other branches, so we can afford this) All fighters were scrambling, including the infamous Strike Squadron, the best in the country, each pilot had over 100 kills. Each of the 580 planes had 6 phoenix ATA missiles, a total of 3480. As the planes took off, the cruisers took up berings on the incoming targets, and fired ATA missiles in an attempt to take down some of their number before the fighters actually engaged. As the fighters turned away, the battleships opened up with their WP cruise missiles for the beaches.
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(OOC: very nice on the opposition, I applaud. But our bombardment has got to do some damage. And be alert, I am strongest with my navy, you try to engage me there, you'll have big problems. (i'm my regions naval go-to guy, and leader.))
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PPFN Defence Force...

As they drew near to the enemy, the flight of planes lossed most of their missiles on them, figuring that most of them would be carrying anti-ship missiles.

"Let's see em' eat that!" shouted Strike Leader, the best of the best...

Arkhangle...

"Admiral, it appeares they are trying to defy us using...tanks?"

"Looks like the cannon won't work... I know...let's glass them! Get the White Phosphorus cruise missiles ready. (like napalm, only 10 times better, hot enough to melt metal) Switch the cannon to AAA guns, they need to be taken out!" ordered the admiral.

"Aye, Aye sir!"

"Also, get the mobile suits ready, they're our best anti-tank weapon." (they can take several hits from a tank and keep going, though too many will destroy them.)

"Sir, incoming aircraft!"

"Launch all planes in defense! Get the guided missile cruisers to cover us!"

"Aye, Sir!.
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Arkhangle flight decks...

Both flight decks were now being used to get planes into the air. The sound of screaming engines was echoing over the open water as the 25 other carriers were doing the same. (my navy receives the most funding then other branches, so we can afford this) All fighters were scrambling, including the infamous Strike Squadron, the best in the country, each pilot had over 100 kills. Each of the 580 planes had 6 phoenix ATA missiles, a total of 3480. As the planes took off, the cruisers took up berings on the incoming targets, and fired ATA missiles in an attempt to take down some of their number before the fighters actually engaged. As the fighters turned away, the battleships opened up with their WP cruise missiles for the beaches.
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(OOC: very nice on the opposition, I applaud. But our bombardment has got to do some damage. And be alert, I am strongest with my navy, you try to engage me there, you'll have big problems. (i'm my regions naval go-to guy, and leader.))
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PPFN Defence Force...

As they drew near to the enemy, the flight of planes lossed most of their missiles on them, figuring that most of them would be carrying anti-ship missiles.

"Let's see em' eat that!" shouted Strike Leader, the best of the best...
About 1,829 were killed in the bombardment and 10 buildings destroyed, not to mention 62 tanks.also 31 jets destroyed.

OOC: I'm going to take a break for now.

Iberostar President stands in his office of adivsors rubbing his goatee thinking.
"Alright... Holy Paradise you say, Mr. Feduluvye, was invaded by terrorist and christians and being thrown in prisions?"

"Y-yes, President Vsychylav" says Feduluvye

"And what do we suppose WE Do?!" shouts Vsychylav

"Attack the terrorist, sir" says Feduluvye sinking down in his leather chair

"Why should we?!" shouts Vsychylav having one of his anger burst again

"B-because terrorist will try going for Iberostar and other countries if we d-don't act, sir." quietly says Feduluvye

Vsychylav doesn't respond, but instead goes to his desk and pulls out a map. He studies it mumbling to himself.

"Alright. Were is our Defense Secretary?"

"Right here, sir!" quickly stands up Viktor saluting.

"What course of action should we take?"

About an hour later Viktor is done blabbing and Vsychylav nods his head in approval. Viktor rushes out of the senate and to his car rushing to the military headquarters. 30 minutes later alarms sounded at Iberostar bases. Thousands of troop transport and assualt helicopters are en route to infantry bases. The massive helicopters with double blades and a bunker installed on two sides pick up soldiers and are en route to Holy Paradise.

Later on the helicopters arrive at Holy Paradise. They go to the nearest farm field. A soldier takes our infa-red goggles and looks for humans.

"All clear he says to the pilot."

The pilot talks in the radio and the massive number of helicopters land in the field. The crops are all blowing around from the air from the blades. The bunker doors being to open and Tan uniformed soldiers with a golden star on their helmet armed automatic weapons storm out of the helicopter.

OOC: That's all?! A bombardment of that size would've had a larger dent than that! Oh well, I have a few more tricks up my sleeves.

OOC: I am waiting to hear Kristine's speech to my admiral

OOC:Okay okay, 16,000 people, and 67 tanks. How's that? Here's the speech, Siap.

IC: Dear Admiral,

I know the weakness of Holy Paradise's forces, the weakness that has cost it the most in previous wars: Its weak coastal defense system. The Navy has no frigates, patrol boats, or other small coastal boats. If we can take that weakness and exploit it to no end, we can bombard shore defenses and easily take a beachhead. However, it has to be in an uninhabited spot, as city defenses are high. We also will be easily able to take back the military. All we have to do is take over the Central Command base, which is a little northwest of Holy Paradise City. Once we have control of the military, we can use it to bombard Holy Paradise City and Darumba, the 2nd largest city in Holy Paradise. Also, I have had much military commanding experience, having secretly commanded the Holy Paradisian forces in the past two wars, which were both successes.
-Kristine

Admiral Forrest stared at the girl. For the first time he swallowed his prejudices. "I like your strategy. The only problem is that it will take us time to move in such a large force. I have a counter-proposal: I will allow you to command SINOD (OOC: OD=Operations Detatchment) Psi. It will take a while (1 RL Day) for us to move in those troops. If at all possible, I would prefer our usual tactic of using SINOD to infiltrate, and with the aid of paratroops, capture an airfield, from which we set up a base and small military fortress, so we can fly troops in at our leisure. This tactic hs served us well in the past, even with small municipal airports. If this is not an option, I will call back home and arrange for the troops."

OOC: Nine million men? That is udder bullshit. The most I can manage is five million. Oh well, I can take care of that very easily. Sorry, Holy Paradise, but the Sun god wins. *evil grin at forshadowing his post*

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Kremlin Palace, Rekjyavich Andropov Military City

"Sir!" the Czar's communications director said to the Monarch. "I have a communique from Pschycotic Pschycos!"

"Thank you." The officer handed the comm., saluted, and left the office. The Czar opened it, read it, and recoiled in shock.

"Icarus?" the Czar said to himself. "Well, he gave me a good bit of stuff, and these Holy Paradise people need to die anyway, heathen metahumans. Might as well make their trip to hell as quick as possible."

He dialed up DERSTRASCOM.

Coordinates set. The sun god shall unleash its wrath.

He smiled at the code phrase. "A heathen code to kill a heathen people. How appropriate."
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In Space

One of the Icarus satellites that was orbiting close to the target fired up its thrusters and moved to the designated area. It was nighttime.

The armoured mirrors positioned themselves as to catch as much of the sun's light as possible. Upon everything being charged, the mirrors were narrowed. This reflected the sun enough to literally turn the sky from midnight to noon. Eventually, the light collected by the mirrors was powered up and concentrated into a thirty metre beam, with temperatures just short of the surface of the sun.

The beam was sent, long and continuous, and was targeted to clear the landing zone for the PP invasion force.
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R13:1

On board the HMS Appolyon, the Admiral was still laughing to himself about the HMS Gabriel and the HMS Michael being added to the fleet.

Heh. Two ARCHANGELS being added to the Beast of the Sea. Irony at its best.

While the HMS Appolyon remained the flagship of the Dersconi Superfleet, it was no longer the most powerful carrier. With the ARCHANGEL carriers -- duel flight decks, electromagnetic catapult and landing systems, more technological guns than you can imagine -- the Appolyon was outdated, along with the other carriers in every other fleet.

The admiral looked at the beep from the comm channel.


Holy Paradise is demonized. Excorsise it.

THe Admiral smiled. "Full speed ahead, boys."

"Aye." With that, the largest fleet in the navy -- in fact, the largest single fleet in all of Greater Prussia -- sailed out to Holy Paradise.

The troops crawl though the corn fields with infa-red goggles on. The nearest city isn't to far away says one trooper in his radio. They crawl and once they get to the street run across it. They all stand against a wall and peek around.

"One troop; We can take him out."

the sniper in camofladge goes to a ditch across the road and aims at the guard. BANG. Knocks him out. They run to the town square. They start searching buildings.

"This place is deserted!"

they set up a temporay HQ at the town hall.

"This is Echo-Niner we have established a Command point. Send in reinforcements and supplies" says a radio man from the HQ.

OOC: Derscon means nearly the entire coast, and 15 miles inland have just been torched.
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Landing Crafts....

Bolts of yellow light could be seen coming from the heavens, and literally melting the beaches ahead of the invasion force. The rays kept sweeping back and forth, farther and farther inland.

"This might be our best chance, Icharus just destroyed the entire beach head, and no resistance is in sight." shouted an officer.

"Your right," said General Oda. "Let's go people!"

The crafts slid up onto the beach, and opened their doors, allowing the 10 million troops, pulled from all corners of the world to liberate Holy Paradise, and led by Shogun Himura Kenshin. Upon exiting, companys, regiments, and tanks set up a perimeter to allow for a base to be established, and a pier to be built. This would allow for further supllies and reinforcements.

"General Oda," said the Shogun. "Keep this area secure at all costs. More tanks will be coming in a couple of hours."

"Yes, Sir!" returned General Oda.

"Good, the Navy will help keep off agrresors by bombarding anything that comes in range." finished Shogun Himura.

OOC: The reason I have 9 million troops is due to the fact that many civilian Christians had been brain-washed and trained for battle for free.

IC: The entire front beachhead line of brainwashed defenders was dead, bringing the total of dead to 98,762. 156 tanks had been destroyed along with 58 fighter/bomber jets. Dead littered the entire beachhead, acting like a biological wall until more bombardment virtually incinerated the corpses. Thousands upon thousands of Pschycotic Pschycoians stormed the beaches with tons of naval and artillary support. Machine guns began firing a steady stream of bullets at the liberators as they got over the hill. Men on both sides were cut down by bullets and artillery shells. Meanwhile, out at sea....

"Ten seconds to impact." muttered a brainwashed sailor as he sped a sub packed with explosives.It bashed into the side of a liberator battleship.

"WHAT?!" Screamed Vsychylav at Secretary of Defense

"err, We lost contact.." muttered the Secretary of Defense.

"Good going, dope. What can we fix this to establish a communication with our forces again?" angrly says Vsychylav

"We can send our fleet with more soldiers and a improved communication system..." says the Defense Secretary

"IMPROVED?!!?!?!?!? What did you give them?! A BARBIE CELL PHONE?!"

-Defense Secretary says silent and slumps down in his chair-

"Alright then. Do it. and may I remind you gentlemen our goal it to make money. Liberate it take it over and tax! Money, gentlemen, Money!" says Vsychylav

"Err... what about the other nation trying to liberate...?" says the Secret Police Adivsor.

Vsychylav rubs his goatee thinking.

"I am sure our Espionaige and Assinations Adivsor can take care of that..." says Vsychylav with a grin on his face
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Later on...

Iberifleet Arrived At Holy Paradise Beaches. Alarms sound for the sailors to take the battle stations.

"Fire at bunkers." says the captian

"10-4" says a sailor

"FIRE AT BUNKERS 74.2LA 124.5LO" says the sailor into the Cannon platform intercoms.

While Battle Ships were providing fire transport ships landed on the beach deploying troops.

OOC: Okay, HP. Cleared.
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Standard GP encryption to PP

The Sun god has spoke, my friend. Anything else I can do for you? The Beast is closing in to wipe the heretics out, so you know.

--Reichchancellor Otto von Bismarck
Commander in Chief of the Imperial Armed Forces
The Protestant Prussian Czardom of Derscon

Nope, scales of judgement will be done in one day.

Communique to Psychotic Psychos and Siap:
Since we are both engaged against the same foe, I propose cooperation. I have recently increased my land forces, but my navy is lacking. I wish to know the location at which Psychotic broke through Holy Paradises' naval forces, so that my men can land. From my intelligence sources, I know that Siap is preparing to assault the Command Center as to regain control of the military. We also know they received this information from Kristine, the daughter of the President. I wish to ask if she could provide the coordinates of all energy producing facilities in this country. If I knew where those where, and I would receive assistance from both Siap and Psychotic, I would shut them down, or destroy them, if left no choice. This would damage Holy Paradise's infrastructure greatly, but would deprive all mind control devices of power, and thus free the nation. I await your reply.
~Emperor Armand
Holy Empire of Armandian Cheese

To Armandian Cheese:

We are landing at approxamitly in the middle of the country, on the west coast.
Thanx for the suggestion. My troops will accept yours and Siap's as allies.
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Telegram to undisclosed target:

Move to these coordinates ASAP.
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To:Iberostar:

Do not move on the capitol, his forces are too strong. Repeat, do not move near
his capitol.

Excellent. My forces have landed in the specified area. They are under orders not to fire upon any troops under allied command, and had the have been delivered through a combination of aerial drops and aircraft carrier deployments. ( OOC: I hope you don't mind the instantaneous arrival; my troops have been ready for a while, and besides, it's not like I'm attacking you.) As of now, I await a communication from Kristine, the President's daughter, for I believe that her knowledge of the country's power stations can lead to victory in this war. After all, a mind-controlled populace will not surrender, and we cannot kill of the entire nation. My troops are at the command of General Theo Slavin. Although I admire your courage, Mr. Himura, I myself do not usually risk my life on the battlefield, especially in the aid of foreigners.
~Emperor Armand
Conventional
1,000,000 Infantry Units of the 1st Cheese Brigade, 2nd Armand Brigade, 3rd Plague Regiment
500 M1A1 Abrams Tanks
1,000 Reconaissance Humvees (contains two TOW missiles, and machine gun emplacement on back)
200,000 Logistical Support (Cooks, mechanics, etc...)
Unconventional Forces
Classified amount of Malva Special Forces (Trained similiarly to US Delta Forces)
Classified Amount of "Swords Of Armand" Special Land Based Bioforces
Available for deployment from Armandian Cheese Bases
20 "jewels of the sky" Special Aerial Bioweapons Forces
20 B-2 Spirit Bombers
20 Joint Strike Fighters (equipped with JDAM "smart bombs")

HMS Appolyon

"Sir, we are in range of the Pschycotic Pschycos fleet," the radar officer said.

"Good," he said. "Comm, hook me up with their admiral."

"Aye, sir."



Good afternoon, admiral. This is Imperial Admiral Zerako Neptunov, commander of the Dersconi Superfleet, coded R13:1. We've got full capacity of just about everything, including two of your ARCHANGEL class supercarriers, but improved a bit. Anything you need?
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Dersconi STRATCOM

"Sir, word from the Kremlin," the lieutenant told the major. "The Sun God gets another shot at the beach. Only he wants three of them."

"Looks like the beach will be a sea of glass."

"Sir, the beach will be vaporized. These are the temperatures of the suface of the sun we are talking about."

"Indeed," he responded.

Re, Amun, and Apollo are to hit the Holy Paradise beach immediatly.
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In Space

THree of the Icarus satellites that were orbiting close to the target, Re being the one still there, fired up its thrusters and moved to the designated area. It was now midmorning.

The armoured mirrors positioned themselves as to catch as much of the sun's light as possible. Upon everything being charged, the mirrors were narrowed. This reflected the sun enough to literally turn the sky from midnight to noon. Eventually, the light collected by the mirrors was powered up and concentrated into a thirty metre beam, with temperatures just short of the surface of the sun.

The three beams of the sun's power were sent down upon the beach. They literally did a sweep of it so every inch was covered. They went a lot further back to kill more troops, too. The assault was almost guarenteed to take out at least a quarter of the remaining troops.

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OOC: Out of nine million men, My first attack would have done more damage than that. Reasoning is that the area is tightly packed with that many men. Oh well.

OOC: His speed is his armour. Besides, the only way to prove yourself a true, good leader is to actually lead your troops.
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Telegram to: Terrorist Scum
From: Undisclosed Target/Location: somewhere over HP

Surrender now, or face complete and utter destruction. You have 1 day (1/2 RL hour)
to comply and set free the leader and his family. Failure to do so will
result in extenssive damage. You have been warned.
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[/CODE] To: All Allied Forces,

Do not attempt any assault on the capitol. Just fight on the surrounding countryside.
The capitol is too well defended.[/CODE]

"WHAT?!" Screams Vsychylav while throwing glass china at the wall.

"If I told you to go jump off a freaking bridge would you do it, Infantry General, if I wasnt oh so powerful and important?" says Vsychylav at the Infantry General: Vladimir.

"Well, errr, no but-" says the infantry general interuppted by Vsycylav

"BUT WHAT?" Screams Vsychylav

"Nothing, sir" says the Infantry General.

"Alright then, gentlemen. Case closed. Air Force General make an attack on major cities in Holy Paradise - do not hit the capital. Use the MOAB. Use stealth bombers too. and for Tank, Infantry generals don't take order from other countries. If you do I'll have a bullet in your head. As said again, Money Gentle men, money. Goodbye." says Vsychylav waving his hand from them to leave his office.
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"Target Acquired." said a Stealth bomber pilot while piloting to Holy Paradise.

"If captured rember to take the pill. Iberostarians do not abide to being prisioners." says a control tower operator.

"Copy that." says a Stealth bomber pilot.

"Entering Holy Paradise major city borders." says another Stealth Bomber pilot.

"Opening bomb doors." says the Stealth Bomber pilots.

"Fire in the hole" says one Stealth Bomber pilot.

"Target destroyed." says a Stealth Bomber pilot.

"Check out the airfiled at a city and see if it is defended. if it is drop a Neutron bomb there, it should wipe out living forms and allow us to land." says a Control room operator.

"Copy that." says a Stealth Bomber pilot.

The entire force of defenders was forced to move back 4 miles thanks to the assault. It seemed the war was about to end before it even began. Total casualties:

923,845 dead
1,823,854 wounded
160 tanks destroyed
200 Fighter/bombers destroyed.


OOC: Sorry I am a crappy RPer. I have ADHD which gives me a short attention span.

OOC: your military HQ is in your capitol right? And the leader is not held in the capitol, right?

OOC: your military HQ is in your capitol right? And the leader is not held in the capitol, right?
Well the headquarters for the president, or in this case, the dictator is the Presidental Mansion, about 6 miles away from the shore you invaded from. But don't kill him. Liberate President Holtz first so he can go in there and take care of Aba himself.

OOC: who stats is that?

OOC: HP, no worries.

OOC: lol, I don't want to throw china anymore. Heh.

To: All Allied Forces,

Alert! Alert! Alert! Evacuate Beach! Evacuate Beach! Do not hesitate, get the hell out of there!
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HP beach...

"Shogun Himura! Telegram from General Hotakina! He tells us to get out of here!" shouted a lieutenant.

"Let me see....Holy Hell! Order a retreat, NOW! Get back on the ships, go go go!" returned the Shogun.

Immedeatly, all troops and tanks boarded the trans., which, thankfully, were still on the beach. An order was issued to the remaining nations on the beach to evacuate. 1 day was given. (>1/2 hour, better hurry).
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OOC: Sorry, our troops' lives come first.

Iberostarian troops heading towards HP beach are intercepted by two aircraft carried and 3 battle ships. Using the intercom on an aircraft carrier to communicate the transport ships are loaded into the cargo bay of the aircraft carriers and troops awaiting helicopters from Iberostar to pick them up and fly them to the HP Airfield.

OOC: For simplicity and speed, I have taken Armandian Cheese's troops on my own trans.
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Battlestation LIBRA, 600 Miles Above Pres. Mansion...

"General Hotakina, Shogun Himura has given us his clearance." said an ensign. "He also says that since it's opening day, we should have a fireworks display."

"Perfect! They are protected by heat shields. Set the fuses so they go off in a line around the beam. Now, onto business. Prepare the main cannon!" replied the General.

LIBRA was a massive space battlestation. It's main section was a square pyramid whose base faced earth. The base had an opening for the main laser. Coming from the vertices of the base were fixtures resembling enlongate, flattened diamonds (the 3-D one) that housed power supplies and hangers for the mobile suits it would soon be equiped with. Over all, it was the size of NYC and its boroughs. It had a blast radius of 20 miles, and would literally dig out a crater of land where it struck. It also would send up a tsunami of earth and rocks, devistating another 2.5 miles.

"Commence firing!!" shouted the General.

The power supplies could be heared powering up. At the opening of the cannon, a bulge of energy was forming. The mirrors were moving and taking aim. "On my mark. 3...2...1...MARK!" shouted the General. The big red button was pressed, and a beam of pure energy was sent racing for earth, specifically the Presidential Palace.

As the beam broke throught the atmosphere, the troops in the transports could see it hit ground. All of a sudden, fireworks of all colors, pink, yellow, red, blue, white, and green, went off around it. It was openning day for the laser. Then, the bulging explosion appeared. As it grew, the land around it was scraped away...
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OOC: whether or not the terrorist leader was in their is up to you, but 20 sq. miles has pretty much been obliterated.

ooc: can i join in? :D

General Omac conducting manovers in the islands near the conflict picks up scattered radio messages from citizens calling for help, and quickly passes the order to reload all weapons with live amunition, and that all troops begin embarcation to their landing craft.

General Omac then radios the releif forces to ask for instructions:

*radio* this is general omac, commander of The Colony of Shadow Worlds joint manovers, with aproximatly 1000 special forces soldiers on exercise along with 60 light APC's, 10 medium tanks, assorted small artilery, 50 gunship helicopters, 20 transport helicopters and 20 hovercraft/landing craft. Requesting location for insertion. would advise that am best to be inserted into urban combat areas, or areas of fortification expect rendevous in about 30 minuets *radio ends*

Fine, but if you act on your, you'll be oblitrated. Just double check with Holy Paradise to make sure.

As the liberators fled for some reason, millions of the brainwashed civilians realized what they were doing, dropped their guns, and fled town.

Fine, but if you act on your, you'll be oblitrated. Just double check with Holy Paradise to make sure.

ooc: im not expecting to take on the whole enemy army, i just want a small area of fun having never played RP before :)

HP: 20 miles on foot ain't possible hahahaha!!! I myself accidentaly lost about 3 trans. and 300,000 men.

The captian in the aircraft carrier talking over the megaphone saw the giant light come down on the Presidential palace. "LEGION 8-Wow." A silence went all over the Iberostar fleet. "What was that..." whispered one soldier to another.

"I'll tell you what it was..." says Vsychylav in the aircraft deck to his advisors.
"It was people trying to take HP For themselves... This cannot happen, gentlemen. Now I am getting ticked off.. rember men we have no allies. Iberostar for themselves. Every second we waste more and more land we lose on HP! ATTACK THE CAPITAL!" says Vsycylav

"Shogun, the path is pretty much clear!"

"Good, bombard the new bay's coast line for precautions, and let's go!"

And again, the transports moved toward the shore, a new 20 mile radius bay had been carved. It would be an easy march to the capitol now.

"Sir, troops of Iberostar are racing ahead!"

"Good. I applaude their courage and their reaction time. But what they're doing is suicide. Tell them if it gets too thick for them that we will back them up."

"Yes, Sir!"

The force landed, set up a new pier, and marched on in coloums. This time, they had more tanks too.
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52nd Airforce....

"Flight, this is Lead. We are to bomb any massive enemy troop movements ahead of our ground troops. Let's go!"

The EB-52s (Stealth B-52s) put on afterburners, and headed to support the troops.

As the convoy of hovercraft made its way over the moonlit waves, flashes on the horrizon outlined the shapes of low hills, and scraps of radio traffic came over the speakers, casting an erie mood over the men...

*crakle* cant see the OP damn it! move the tank round another few feet... -//- *whine of static* -//- give orders to keep shelling -//- I CANT FEEL MY LEGS!! -//- *fizzle*

as the convoy drew closer, the outriding gunships took up scouting positions, and relayed images of the devestated beaches.

"divert the convoy 10 points to the south, and tell the helicopters to keep down low in the ground clutter" growled omac "give the 10 minuet warning, and sound the engagment alert"

"i want communications patched through to warn of our arrival, and tell them that we will be landing on the south eastern flank of the main assult, give them our strength of numbers, but make sure to tell them we are on their side!"

"Cannon Fire on The Coast!! Don't hit the troops!" shouts Vsychylav.

"Yes Sir!"

A split second later cannon fire is hitting bunkers and defenses on HP Beach.
The bridge of the aircraft is buzzing around with orders and among other things. Vsychylav looks down at the troops in the other armies transports smiles and give them the loser sign.

General Omec looks up at the sound of distant aircraft engines, and sees the command plane of Vsychylav orbiting the combat zone at a very safe distance and scoffs to himself.

"prepare for landfall! sound the alerts! I want those gunships to blast anything moving on the beach. set down the advanced teams behind the treeline to secure any positions of opertunity"

50 gunship helicopters roared overhead on route to the beach, their supercooled infrared seekers looking for any sign of movment. seconds later the 20 huge transport helicopters overtook the landing craft, their cargo doors open, the small figures of combat dressed marines visible as they leaned out into the slipstream, scanning the beach.

"ok, this is it boys, i want a fast dispersion, marines clear the trees, tanks and APC's i want to drive hard and fast for that road, the mechanised marines need to secure it to make way for the main marine force. now get to it gentlemen!"

5 miles inland...

The columns came upon a civilian airport. The 10 million troops had very little trouble taking it. And again, it was onward to the capitol to free the President...
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52nd Airforce...

"Dropping bombs... now."

The 20 bombers began carpet bombing enemy positions using white phosphorus napalm, 10 times better than the original.
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OOC: Dinner time! I'll be back soon!

The earth shook under Genera omec and the sky flashed brillinat white as the shockwaves from the 52nds assult.

"ok guys, we will be wanting to steer clear of the main advance, we are few in number, and our training is for small scale assults on key targets, which is just what we are going to do. i want to form up into 3 groups, i want the tanks, 20 APC's, and 10 gunships and their respective marines to head towards the powerplant 2 miles to the south, and seize it. they are designated alpha. i want the rest of the APC's, and 20 gunships to make for the prison. they will be designated beta. i want the remainder of the men to hold this area and reinforce alph and beta when the time comes. i will ride with beta. i want half of thee transport choppers on 2 min launch alert, got me?"

OOC: I'm going off for tonight, see ya tomorrow afternoon.

"This is Premier Vsychylav calling in from Aircraft Carrier 87-Alpha. You have a code green to presue to capital. Shoot anyone in the way. Rember, we have no ally. Take the airports if inhabiated get the people out with force or peace." he says into an Radio on the aircraft carrier.

"That is a confirm. En route to capital." confirms a commander

"Very good. I'll have reinforcements take outercities and airports." says Vsychylav.

"all working all according to plan" Vsychylav smiles and leans back in his Aircraft carrier office.
"Those dimwits were stupid to try to take what soon will be ours!" Vsychylav laughs and grins.
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"Neutron bombs ready" says a bomber pilot.
"10 seconds to impact." he says
the neutron bomb hits the airport you hear a CLANG and a big cloud of dust. The airport is virtually unharmed but all living things were killed.
"Bravo Sector is clear." the Bomber pilot says to command.

"Let loose the copters!" command Vsychylav.
All the troops then loaded into the helicopters. The helicopters were up in the air en route to a civilian airport. Suddenly an RPG man jumps out of a door and shoots a helicopter with a grenade. The helicopter swirls around and around spewing smoke it crashes to the ground a blows up. The remaining 44 helicopters continue on. They hover over the airport. They land and the troops pour out. Suddenly fire came out from no where. The fire was coming from behind barrels the troops fired at the barrels then BOOM the barles blow up killing 3 men but killing the enemy.

Divison 3 - Main
After the confirm to go to the capital was confimed they swarm out of the temporay HQ piling into humvess drooped off by helicopters. They drive to the capital on high alert. They drive into a market area on the outskirts of the capital when they come face to face with Pschycotic Pschycos army. The machine gunners cock their guns and are ready to return fire if fired upon
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While this is going on Vsychylav watches via TV from a satalite. His eyes fill with rage when he sees the PsPs army.
"I think he knows if he attacks us he knows that is an act of war..." he says with rage in his voice.

HMS Appolyon

"Sir," the comm officer said to the admiral. "We've recieved an analyis from the Kremlin."

"Shoot."

"To sum it up, they feel that Iberostar may intend on keeping Holy Paradise for itself. It also says that if this is true, we are to stop Iberostar from accomplishing this goal and restoring the presidency of Holy Paradise."

"Okay. Anything else?"

"Yes," he responded. "The Delta Force operatives on board are to locate and bring the Holy Paradise President to the Appolyon for protection purposes."

"Will do. Is that it?"

"Aye, sir."

"Good. Get the Shadows to move, then."

"Aye."
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In ten minutes, a blackhawk and two apache helocoptors were en route to the suspected locale of the HP President.

Aircraft radar picks up UFO's.

"WE HAVE A UFO 10:00!" shouts a radar person

"Shoot them down." orders Vsychylav.

AA-guns are armed and so are missile defenders on battle ships aircraft carriers and missile crusiers.

"They belong to the nation of Derscon..." says a sailor.

"Very well. Kill them hook me up to the president via TV." says Vsychylav.

10 seconds later Vsychylav appears on the TV in the Derscon's president's office.

"Greetings Comrade!" says Vsychylav in his deep Russian accent "Your luck has ran out. You are to late. Time is running out for you! You despicible Kremlin intelligence is no match for Iberostar! GoodBYE!" Vsychylav laughs his evil laugh and gives the president of Derscon a loser sign then cuts off the connection.

OOC: THat connection is a godmode, but I'll go along with it.
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Star Office, Kremlin Palace

The Czar looked at the television, stared for a moment, and broke out in laughter. Upon himself calming down, he called Dersconi STRATCOM.

Load up SCIKNIGHTS. Take out Iberostarian capital. I've had enough.

He then put out the comm to PP.

Shogun, this is Czar Ivan. Iberostar has shot down my helocoptor
and has fired on your troops. You worry about the ground. I'll take Iberostar.
If you need help, I'll mobilize First Corps. I'm not worried about him hitting my
homeland, since it has never been done yet. Godspeed, my friend.
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Northern Almaleyain Mountains

The Top Secret SCIKNIGHTS flew out of the hangars cut into the mountain ranges. Consisting of the best of Dersconi Air Technology, a SCIKNIGHT has never once been shot down.

Consisting of F118ASF's, DSKB3's, and the coveted DB Hypersoar, along with some space technology that other nations only dream of having, it was the most technologically advanced bomber squadron in Greater Prussia.

And it was off to destroy Iberostar's capital.
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Dersconi Superfleet

"Sir!" the comm officer stated. "We've recieved orders to fire on Iberostar ships!"

"Then do so!"

"Yessir!"

* * *

The thirty DD(X) cruisers all aimed their railguns at the major aircraft carriers and (OOC: Battleship/destroyer, whichever you use)s, and opened fire.

Meanwhile.....

* * *
HMS Michael

On board the newly made Archangel class supercarrier, the commodore recieved his orders.

"Carry them out!" he yelled.

On Fight Deck One, Fifty F/A-22 Raptors and forty F-14 Tomcats were launched off preparing to intercept any fighter traffic from Iberostar ships and assault minor ships in the Iberostarian fleet.

On Flight Deck Two, the same thing occured.
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OOC: Yes, the Archangels have two flight decks, compared to the one of every other carrier in the world.

You picked the wrong person to mess with, my friend. You are dead beyond imaginable means. I shall not back down until either

A) You are a province of my Empire or

B) You are a comple barren wasteland

OOC: Province of your Empire? DEFINE. You call me using god mode? Look at you. Anyways it was the only way to communicate

"You made a very bad mistake too, my friend! Our Neutron shells will wipe out your whole fleet of men without even leaving a scratch on the paint job! Do you want peace or do you want ghost ships?"
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Da Pa'lla (Capital), Iberostar

AA Guns retract from roofs in the palace. Cannons also retract from roofs too loaded with neutron sheels.

FOOLS! Do not allow petty squabbles to lead to war! We have more important things to worry about, like liberating the nation! Now, my spy satellites have located three main power generators of Holy Paradise. If we knock out these power generators, the mind control technology, which has already begun to weaken, will surely fail. The coordinates are (160 E, 23.5 S) (161 E 22 S) (153 E 18 S). I request that whoever used the gigantic laser pay retribution for the "friendly fire" incident at the beach, in which 10 of my troops by unleashing it upon the third coordinate, which is most heavily guarded. I have dispatched B-2 and B-52 bombers to the first coordinate, which lacks anti air defenses. Shadow worlds and Iberostar, since you already have land forces deployed, attack the second coordinate, which has heavy anti-air defenses, which rules out a bombardment, and is in a heavily populated area, which rules out orbital bombardment due to fear of collateral damage. Once the three main power stations are down, the mind control technology should cease to work. That should only leave the hard core terrorists to face us.
~General Theo Slavin

Shadow worlds and Iberostar, since you already have land forces deployed, attack the second coordinate, which has heavy anti-air defenses, which rules out a bombardment, and is in a heavily populated area, which rules out orbital bombardment due to fear of collateral damage. Once the three main power stations are down, the mind control technology should cease to work. That should only leave the hard core terrorists to face us.
~General Theo Slavin

A contingent of my men is already on the way to the pwerplant you have memntioned, but i shall divert the men i have sent to the prison to the powerstation also. It was my objective to knock out the pwerstation as my men reached the prison, i was not aware that the pwerstations were powering the mind devices also. For this intel TSW thanks you, and will begin shutdown of their power facility.

Orders to General Omec: ground commander for TSW forces in the area.

Combine your forces and target the pwerstation in your vacinity, intel suggests that by destroying this, the mind controled populance will no longer be under the influences of their controlers.

-//- message ends -//-

General omec: "looks like we have new orders. i want alpha and beta to combine, and head for the perstation. gunships i want acting as outriders, as well as the standard APC flankers. I want base camp moved a further mile closer to the objective, and i want all the chopper transports on 5 min alert as soon as we break through to the plant. Get to it!"

*the armoured command car bounced over the rough terrain as it changed course towards the powerplant, the rest of the convoy slewing round to follow. the roar of the gunsships changed pitch as they moved out to support positions, and the whole coloumn moved foward to meet up with the rest of the men*

Telegram to: Iberostar,

You have taken adverse action against us and our ally of Derscon. This is an
act of war. As such, The Earth Alliance Federation of Pschycotic Pschycos
officially declares war on you. And you mentioned ghost ships? Than ghost
ships you shall receive.

From: Shogun Himura Kenshin
-Shogun of PP-
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P.P.S. Arkhangle, EAFPPN Flagship...

"Admiral Yamamoto, the Shogun has declared war on Iberostar for attacking Derscon." said a young ensign.

"It appeares that Derscon's fleet is already sparing with them. Send out 7th Fleet under SOP. That should do it." replied the Admiral.

The current satillite sweep showed 40 battleships. In the next one 30 seconds later, 10 were nowhere to be seen.
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OOC: Iberostar, you are too young to have neutron bombs, therefore, I am not that worried. You are a young nation, use only technology and resources that you would normally have in RL.

Some Holy Paradise citizens who had shook off their brainwashing took their weapons and began rushing towards the prison where President Holtz was. They fired their weapons at the prison, all the while screaming, "Holy Paradise forever!"

Upon hearing that Iberostar was planning on keeping Holy Paradise for itself, Kristine sent their leader a telegram:

To:Premier Vsychylav of Iberostar
From: First Daughter Kristine Holtz of Holy Paradise
Sub:Holy Paradise
Please, Premier Vsychylav, do not take over Holy Paradise when the war is over. Our people have always been a happy and free population until El-Karhi took over. My father, President Holtz, loves Holy Paradise with such emotion and patriotism that the country is more unified in its history then under any other president. Holy Paradise has always tried to help others in their time of need, and have received help in its troubling times too. Premier Vsychylav, I want you to know, that if your country ever is in trouble after Holy Paradise is liberated and you don't annex it, Holy Paradise will help you. We will help you in anyway possible, as we are a compassionate people who believe that right should always triumph over wrong. So, Premier Vsychylav, I ask of you, no, I beg of you, please just liberate Holy Paradise so I may return to it and be in my father and mother's arms once again. I have always believed that good will triumph, and now here's the test. Please keep my belief alive.
Sincerely,
Kristine Holtz.

Telegram to: Kristine

As long as the flag flies on our ships and is carried into battle by our
soldiers, we swear we will not allow Iberostar to take Holy Paradise. Now
that the braincontrol is down, we can work on maintaining HP's freedom.

Sinceraly,

Shogun Himura Kenshin

Telegram to: Kristine

As long as the flag flies on our ships and is carried into battle by our
soldiers, we swear we will not allow Iberostar to take Holy Paradise. Now
that the braincontrol is down, we can work on maintaining HP's freedom.

Sinceraly,

Shogun Himura Kenshin
To: Shogun Himura Kenshin of Pschycotic Pschycos
From: First Daughter Kristine Holtz of Holy Paradise
Re: As long as....
I do know that Holy Paradise will remain free, as you have done so well in your attempt to liberate it thus far. I just hope that maybe I can touch Premier Vsychylav of Iberostar's heart and stop anymore bloodshed after the liberation of Holy Paradise.
Sincerely,
Kristine Holtz

P.P.S. Ghost, 7th Fleet Flagship....

intership communication...

CIC-Bridge: We are in place.
Bridge-CIC: Good.
Bridge-Turrets: Move to fire upon these coordinates.
Bridge-Fleet: Prepare to surfaceon my mark, 3...2...1...MARK!

end transmission.
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Iberostar Fleet...

The night was calm, and a thin crescent of a moon hung over the still water. Between the ships, what at first looked like periscopes appeared. The periscopes became taller, untill it was revealed that they were the masts for some massive ship. As they climbed higher, the green flame of St. Elmo's Fire ignited on the rigging. (Green electrical phenomenon) The superstructure of a large battleship became clear, and then the hull was revealed. Dripping from the decks was what appeared to be glowing green seaweed and other such scum. (picture this, the ships would look much like they were on fire, and unmanned, no lights, very eerie) The Ghost Fleet had surfaced.

The 18 barrels of the mini rail guns were already pointing up to fire their projectiles on the unsuspecting ships (6 turrets, 3 barrels each). In one cataclismic blast, they fired, the projectiles screaming into the night skies. In less than 30 seconds, the ships were gone again, heading for the thermocline, hoping like hell they could get there before being picked up by subs. The rounds, 180 all together (10 ships), came screaming down toward the ships at speeds exceeding mach 15. A hit for all was pretty much garaunteed.
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OOC: You said you wanted ghost ships, and I don't disappoint. Deal with my ghost fleet.

be back later, I hope. Don't do too much without me.

OOC: Province of your Empire? DEFINE. You call me using god mode? Look at you. Anyways it was the only way to communicate

"You made a very bad mistake too, my friend! Our Neutron shells will wipe out your whole fleet of men without even leaving a scratch on the paint job! Do you want peace or do you want ghost ships?"
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Da Pa'lla (Capital), Iberostar

AA Guns retract from roofs in the palace. Cannons also retract from roofs too loaded with neutron sheels.

THIS IS AN OUT OF CHARACTER POST

Okay...

A) Me telling you you were going to be a province of my Empire was out of character. ICly, you don't know I said that, so it is NOT a godmode.

B) I know it was the only way to communicate, which is why I let it slip. Kremlin communications are strictly monitored -- you couldn't get through to the Star Office without going through NSA, MSS, NRO, and finally the Kremlin Communications Office.

C) You don't know the SCIKNIGHTS were launched. They are the top of the line stealth technology. It is also doubtful you have a spy in my nation, and impossible to bug the Kremlin, as you have not RPed it.

D) You are too technologically incompitent to have nutron munitions. They are generally ignored PERIOD during a modern/slightly postmodern RP. No way in hell you have the technology to make them. THe generally accepted rule on Nationstates is that you get fission technology at the age of one month old. Going by this, having anything better than a slightly bigger Hiroshima is a godmode (not incliding ICBMs, but only a few).

OOC: You said you wanted ghost ships, and I don't disappoint. Deal with my ghost fleet.
OOC: Your wish is my command. btw; that descrption of that ship gave me creeps. eh.
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Iberostar ships stand calm in the water unsuspecting. Rocking back and forth. The radar picks up unidentified object. It was closing in fast.

"Where it is?!" says the captian.

"There it is!" shouts a sailor

"WHERE?!" shouts the captian.

Suddenly the command center computers explode. Then half of the command center collapses.
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"This is to much!!!" shouts Vsychylav from the aircraft carrier holding himself between two desks. While the aircraft carrier violently rocks back and forth from taking hits.

"Err... Sir we have a telegram from the President's daughter of HP" says the capitan

"I DON'T GIVE A DAMN. SURRENDER; WHATEVER; JUST GET OUT OF HERE!" shouts Vsychylav.

"Yes sir..." says the captian.

Suddenly machine guns bullets barrage through the walls of offices hitting the captian and also hitting Vsychylav. Vsychylav eyes open wide with pain. He is supportig himself by the desk he loses strength and collapses over the desk knocking over a picture of his family who were killed in the Soviet Union. He starts breathing heavily blood dripping down and spreading through the shattered pieces of glass. He grins his last grin and passes away. The ship suddenly stop with a huge jerk. The ship rocks back and forth empty, deserted.

A new day begins for Iberostar

Generally, A railgun round would have destroyed the ship instantly. But, you gave the same effect, so who cares. And I'm glad you got the creeps, that was the point, scare the opponent so they can't react. By the way, this is an OOC post. for the record.

Leaving the Iberostar army to Derscon, the troops continued on for the capitol.

With the death of Vsychylav a new appointed President, Viktor, too his place.
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Telegram to Pschycotic Pschycos:
Iberostar demands the current release of Iberostar troops. Any ships that are still alive but deserted you can keep.

-Viktor.

We have no prisoners.

Leaving the Iberostar army to Derscon

"No one will control the Iberostar army."

I meant to destroy genius. Good Night.

(OOC: WHOA!!!! :eek: What'd I miss? :confused: )

(OOC2: Sorry for not replying, HP. I've been having computer problems all week, so I haven't been able to go online. :()

OOC: Alot. lol.

Alright, Derscon, Iberostar. Do not engage in a massive war over petty quarrels. We have a job to do. Derscon, could you please engage your orbital weaponry on the previous coordinates I specified? That should eliminate the power stations, and thus the mind control technology. In the meantime, my troops have regrouped with Shogun Himura's forces and will continue their march on the capital. I, for one, have not forgotten our original goal: to free Holy Paradise. I hope you do not forget it as well.
~General Slavin

Transmission to Iberostar Premier

Dear Viktor,

Your Predecessor has declared war on my nation. You now have a choice:

:::You will pay reparations for the helocoptor lost and pay reparations to the families of the soldiers killed in your attack. I shall then cancel my declaration of war against you. You will also revoke any claims to Holy Paradise land, and cease your attempt to bring Holy Paradise under your control.

-OR-

:::You may continue on your predecessors path to destruction.

The choice is yours.

Deo Vindice,

Czar Rekjyavich Ivan Andropov III

This is Shogun Himura Kenshin reporting from the battlefield. We have reached the capitol, and have freed the president with no resistance. We are escorting him to the HQ of the terrorists. Holy Paradise, please respond.

Shogun, watch out for any remaining terrorists. While those who were brainwashed may be free, the people who instigated this conflict in the beginning may still be lurking out there...

I'm done here, it's getting old.

Yeah, same here. Adios!