NationStates Jolt Archive

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The twelve men sat around the circular table in the building. The praetorians would be here shortly.

Each one was a former Buchanan (A Generian province) rebel; the surrender was not something they had liked. Now they were plotting to enact revenge on one that had given much aid, Borman. There was also a larger team working in Generia, but unbeknownst to these men the ones working in GE were all dead.

The cabin they were on was only a couple miles from Borman border. They had killed a family of kids and their old mother so as to keep the house. Now they were ready and they called the local garrison. They claimed that gunmen were here and some Praetorians were needed.

As they each waited holding their AK-47s a screeching truck could be heard. As the men got up and took positions by the door and in hiding places the truck powered down. Boots sounded as XM8s were loaded and shouts were heard.

A knock came on the door and the men held their weapons tight. A second. Then a third. Then the door came flying open.

“Who’s in here!?”

Four praetorians walked in and prodded the piles of blankets with their XM8s. One soldier shot a praetorian with a tranquilizer bullet and his body slumped down.

As the rest turned around several more tranquilizer shots came and took out the rest of the men.

“Good, no blood. Now take off their uniforms and four of you dress up in them, then go to part B.”

After a rigorous search and inquiry the rebels dressed as Praetorians were finally allowed in the barracks. After they parked the truck they hopped out and immediately set off for different directions.

One rebel found a laundry room. He grabbed as many uniforms as he could and moved back to the truck. No problem.

The next one went to a nearby office. He had to kill one man and then he entered the database. After searching he found 12 identities for the men to assume. After printing out papers and Ids he ran off to the truck.

“Wo. Who are you?”

The man looked at the papers in his hand and read off a name.

“Mikhail Granolith.”

“Alright you can…wait. Didn’t he die a while ago?”

“Sir, the fact you would accuse me of being dead when I am right here.”

As he said this the man stuck his face into the guard’s. Then he withdrew a small blade from his pocket and stabbed the man in the gut. He jumped behind him and wrapped his hand around his mouth. Silently he slit the man’s throat and then shoved his body in a closet. As soon as he was finished he ran off to the truck.

The last two men were to get weapons. They had found the armory, but it was guarded.

“I have an idea.”

The first man stood up and walked around the corner. He approached the door and the guard grabbed his weapon.

“You can’t come in.”

“I need to. A patrol went missing and I need a gun.”

“Where are your papers?”

“I have them, chill out.”

The guard let his weapon hang at his side as the man went through his coat. Finally his fingers came to rest on the handle of a silenced pistol. He drew it out and put two bullets to the mans head.

“Lets go.”

“Jesus Christ. We weren’t supposed to kill him.”

The first rebel found the access codes and keys and opened up the armory. Inside was a rebels dream. Every weapon imaginable and plenty of ammo,

“What should we get?”

“There are some boxes. Grab at least 12 XM8s, 12 desert eagles, 20 grenades, and ammo. Whatever else you can carry is yours.”

The two men came out with 15 XM8s, 15 desert Eagles, roughly 50 grenades, two rocket launchers and ammo for all the weapons. They got to the truck with out a problem.

“Now, we need at least two trucks.”

“I think more than 2 is unbelievable for four men so lets take two.”

“Agreed.”

The men each climbed into two trucks and pulled out of the garage. As they approached the gate a guard had to check their ID again.

“Looks good. Your clear to leave.”

The gate slid open and the first truck drove out, it hit a speed bump and then sped away. As the second one began to leave a call came to the guards house.

“Don’t let anyone leave, some guard have been killed.”

The gate began to shut and hit the truck; the driver door was where it hit making escape impossible. As the door began to be given more power it started to crush the truck.

“Exit the vehicle, now!”

As the alarms began to ring the garrison awoke and freshly armed soldiers poured out to surround the rear of the truck.

The two men inside looked back. A low support bar separated the back area from the driver seat. In the back were empty seats and no weapons because the other truck had taken the weapons. At the end of the seats was a thick cloth material that lead to the outside.

“Are there any guns in here?”

“There. Two XM8s.”

“For Buchiana!”

The tow men began to fire through the cloth in a vain attempt to hit the soldiers outside.

Because no one had come out several soldiers approached the truck with their guns ready. Suddenly a barrage of bullets came out and pumped hot lead into each and every one. The rest of the men opened fire through the cloth.

One rebel stopped to reload and looked up as he did. Suddenly a bullet went through his friend’s eye. His gun clattered to the floor as his hands covered the hole leaking with blood. His hand stretched up as if searching for a friendly hand and was blown apart by more bullets. Lead began to pour into his chest and face as his legs buckled. He landed on his knees and then fell face forward dead.

”I have to get out or I will die.”

The rebel climbed up to the driver seat and found, to his joy, that the windshield had been smashed. He stuck his legs through and lowered him self onto the ground. He put the strap of his weapon on his shoulder and began to run down the muddy street.

Suddenly a thick beam of light covered him as he heard shouts from a tower. He just continued to run as the dirt began to rise around him. Dust drifted up into his eyes as the first bullet hit.

His ankle immediately lost feeling as next a bullet his knee. He collapsed onto the ground holding his leg as more bullets streamed through his flesh. He was crying for mercy as hot lead sawed his body into many pieces.

“Where is the other truck?”

“I don’t know, maybe…ah S**t! We have a cop on us.”

The first rebel pulled the truck to the side as the second rebel bolted into the back to grab a weapon. It wasn’t long before a policeman’s face appeared at the window.

“How ya doin’ sir?”

“Fine thank you.”

“Sorry to stop you but some military truck escaped the barracks. Supposed to have a couple o’ rebels in it. You look clean.”

“I assure you I am. Would you like to check the truck?”

“No, that’s ok.”

The second man had clambered out of the back as quietly as possible and now was directly behind the policeman. As he turned to leave he came face to face with the XM8.

“Officer, I actually am not clean.”

The driver stuck out a desert eagle and put it to the mans head. Suddenly skull and flesh went flying as the officer’s life was ended.

“Lets go.”

It was a couple days after the attack on the barracks and the rebels were ready to leave. Each one had Generian military suits, weapons, and identities. Now the Borman border was looming in sight, as the massive wall seemed to block out the sun.

Borman soldiers approached the truck and had to search it thoroughly and ask each man their identity.

“Well it’s obvious you are Generian soldiers and your identities match with Generian soldiers, but I have a question. First of all why are you coming here? And secondly why are you bringing weapons?”

“We are here to help with that zombie city.”

“Shhh. We’ll let you in and you can go to the capital and get the pass and a lift to the trouble city.”

A ramp slid out of the ground and connected with the upper land and passed the bunker. The truck drove up with 8 of the rebels sitting in the backbenches.

After coming up a bridge formed and the trucks drove across through the open gate into Borman.
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After a couple weeks the rebels had an apartment near the capital, and had a meeting with the chancellors son.

Darius Licinius met with the head rebel, false named Mikhail Granolith, every Tuesday.

Darius was a communist and sincerely hated Bhalk and his father for putting down the communist revolution and for being capitalists.

“So that’s the plan. It can happen it two weeks. I will get to be the leader and you can keep the hostages. We will then decide what to do with them and when I take power you peoples will have a seat on the boards of power.”

“Good. Ill se you next Tuesday?”

“No. On Tuesday someone will drop off a packet of papers. Kill them and get rid of the body. Then next Tuesday go to the capital and use the papers to get in. Then follow the instructions that come with it.”

Two weeks later a white van was parked outside of the capital walls. As the clock hit 10:00 the men drove to the gate.

“Purpose of visit?”

“Extra security for Chancellors son. We’re with Borman protection, here are our papers.”

“Looks good. Go through.”

After driving through the defenses of the city the men came to massive palace. None but the most important allies of Borman or Borman peoples got to see the palace and live.

Massie fountains, statues, marble walkways, plazas, and more decorated the area. Guards stood with guns on their shoulders on the stairway. Massive wooden doors had carving and jewels decorating it and more guards in front of it.

The men parked the car as far as they could and stepped out. No car had gone this far in and none would. Now the men felt irritated, as they had to cross a large walkway with nothing covering them.

“Papers!”

The men presented their papers to guards that had seemingly come out of nowhere. Nearby a hatch was open with plaza covering it, some little hidden room.

“Checks out, go through.”

Finally the men made to see the chancellor’s son. Even though they were ‘protecting’ the chancellor’s son their weapons had been taken away. All they had were stun batons.

“I have some weapons for you. It was hard but I have 5 XM8s and 5 M60s. Also 10 sabers and 10 tazer guns.”

“Very good.”

The men followed Darius for the next 2 hours to give the guards the sense that they were truly there to guard.

At 12:00 they made their move. Five men were walking a while in front of Darius and had their hands to their ears. As they approached the emperor’s room the guards spoke up.

“What are you doing? Non are allowed here.”

“We’re Darius’ guards. We’re in front to make a clear path. And…”At this the man put his pointer finger to his ear and secretly fingered his tazer gun. “Code red.”

The emperor’s guards tensed at the mention of code red, however they weren’t ready.

Tazer guns fired as five of the guards dropped to the ground. Shock batons instantly came out and took out the rest of the guards, only a couple of bumps were heard from the conflict.

With in seconds Darius and the other five guards came around the corner and to the rest of the group.

They slid the doors open and used their Tazer guns on the other two guards inside the doors. Quietly all bodies were dragged in and the door locked.

“Grab the emperor. Inject this, it will keep him asleep.”

Mikhail jabbed a needle into the sleeping emperor and then gave the body to two other men.

“Now follow me.”

Darius walked over to a nightstand by the bed and pulled out a drawer. In it was a bible and some other stuff. He flipped the lid of the bible to expose a red button. He pushed it and two things happened.

The door was instantly locked as a thick steel bar slid through latches and another door revealed. A nearby drapery rose up to reveal a white brick wall. Silently part of the wall slid out and the opened fully. Inside was a stone tunnel with torches on the wall. Darius walked in and the rest of the men entered with the emperor’s body. Darius grabbed a handle on the door and pulled it closed, it locked into position, as the door to the emperor’s room was unlocked.

“Follow me.”

After walking through a length of tunnel Darius came to a second door. He slid a massive steal bolt and opened the door. Darius walked into the room and looked back. The wall was in the middle of a massive mural. It was depicting moments of Borman history and thick dark lines covered all obviousness that there was a door. Oddly enough where the actual door was had a larger door painted on to it with the border of the door on the wall.

“Whatever. Anyway, take this needle and do the same to my father.”
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“Sir.”

The general knocked on the door again.

“Sir. I’m gonna come in.”

Then another general walked by and immediately noticed something the first hadn’t.

“Where are the Emperor’s guards?”

The first general’s eyes grew as he looked to the door. He pushed hard.

“Locked.”

To the second generals amazement the first withdrew a pistol and shot the door open. As the second stood their dumbfounded the first general walked in then quickly came out.

“I found the guards, but the emperor is missing.”

Immediately a general grabbed his radio, “Code Red, Emperor is missing.”

Outside on the steps the guards opened the door and grabbed their weapons. Throughout the massive gardens and walkways in front of the house holes seemed to appear. Hatches opened and Dinosaurs as well as ceremonial guards poured out and ran into the palace. The entrance to the capital, as well as the palace, was sealed off to any and all. Inside guards and servants immediately began to search rooms.

The radio opened as people hoped for good news, “The Chancellor is missing too.”

“General of defense is missing.”

“Who’s next in line for power?”

“Chancellors son.”

“S**T! I hate that little snot-nosed prick.”

“Well he is the emperor for now.”
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Darius walked out onto the balcony overlooking the square outside of the capital’s walls. It was positioned so that he could stay in the safety of the walls and still speak to the people. However snipers were a threat so the square was walled and protected.

“My people! Your emperor has gone missing! Your chancellor! And your General of defense! This is no coincidence! And this was no kidnapping either, they ran away!”

Inside the balcony the minister of intelligence grabbed a stack of papers. “Where did he get that? He is telling them false things.”

Mikhail grabbed a letter opener and jammed it in the man’s gut.

“Well they have to have run away for the plan to work.”

Outside the room the other rebel soldiers stood guard and didn’t let any other Borman officials in.

“That’s right, ran away! These capitalist pigs have ruined this country.”

As the word of capitalist people began to see that Darius seemed like a communist.

“Look at that recent revolution. The one that took many lives. Well it’s out of all but one city. And do you know what is in there? Ruins sure, but zombies. The capitalist government released the IG virus to kill off all the living people so that none could use the horrors in the revolution against them. Look at the wars going on. The world is in turmoil, we need a bright solution. We need communism! People buy original art for their yachts while others sell organs to get food. What do we need? Communism! The international community is suffering except for a select few living in utopias. Who are they? Communists! We need safety and security! What can guarantee this? Communism! Comrades, what do we need! Communism!”

In the crowd were several communists who were friends with and were helping Darius establish a communist nation. They began to slowly and softly chant “Communism,” until the crowd began to get caught in the moment.

Most people didn’t want to be communists, but the army was a thing to be scared of and as such they began to chant it to.

“Comrades! This day is the day that Borman joins those places that are Utopias! This is the day Borman becomes a Communist! Now me must help other nations. Who should we help now! France! They are across the border and struggling under the strain of their capitalist system. I say we take it and make it communist!”

With that the military rolled into France. F22 fighters led the way for Borman B2 bombers and Generian GIF-77s to blow up France. BMTs, BITs, and APCs brought soldiers into France to turn it into the Utopia that Borman now was.

((OOC: I’m using a mirror France so anyone trying to say they control France and will fight me will be ignored. This is planned.))

(OOC: Hey, Borman, how's it going? Mind if I join?)

(OOC: Hey, Borman, how's it going? Mind if I join?)

OOC: Nope, you can join. And its good.

OOC: Nice dialoge (spel?). TAG For future reading.

((OOC: There a way I can join?))

((OOC: There a way I can join?))

OOC: Sure, your in.

bump

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OOC: This is a trap, I'm almost positive. Stay away fellow Marxists. Borman likes to pretend he's playing video games, and then when he's beginning to lose, he shuts it down like a whining baby.

OOC: Get out. Im not wasting my time talking to you anymore.

"Jesus, Mary, and Joseph..."

"My thoughts exactly, your grace."

"Communists?"

"Indeed I had trouble believing it myself, Lord."

"This is indeed a situation. Their military mobilizations trouble me. I believe that if indeed the worst comes, we must be ready. I believe a counter mobilization of our forces along the border is necessary. Perhaps there will be a way for us to end this."

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Official Imperial Statement

The Empire is disturbed by the recent events in the Borman Empire, to say the least. The Imperial government strongly believes that Darius is by no means the right man to ascend to power in Borman, and so we shall in no way recognize the legitimacy of his government.

In response to the recent military activities initiated by the Borman Empire, Generia shall mobilize an additional seventeen divisions along the Borman-Generian border.

OOC: Just so you guys know I invited him on IM.

IC:
Official Imperial Communique:

To: Generic Empire
From: Chancellor Dominius Fabian

Why do you not recognize Dairus' claim to power? It was the emperors will that Darius come to power. He edited the constitution before he disapeared so that in the instance of his disappearance Darius would coem to power. How could this not be showing that it was his will to have Darius in command?

End Transmission

Official Imperial Statement:

At this point in time the borders of Borman are being closed and any and all, however few, foreign persons are to immediatly leave the empire.

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At the Borman-Generian border the guards on the wall were tripled. At the house linking the two walls the Generia side was locked from the inside and the Borman side locked from the outside. At the gate invasion status was enacted as security came online and the entrances were lowered. More soldiers were also sent to the walls barracks.

In Generic Empire teh Borman military base was put on alert as defenses came to full and soldiers prepared to be invaded. Helicoptors were readied as teh staff prepared to depart.

Official Imperial Statement

The Empire does not believe that the great Emperor Bhalk or the noble Chancellor Licinius would allow a communist to be named Emperor. Therefore, we have sincere doubts about the legitimacy of his claims to the throne.

In light of displayed hostilities towards the Empire, we of the Imperial government hereby order the closure of the Borman military base on Generian soil, and the immediate evacuation of all Borman military personnel in the Empire. The Borman Empire has 24 hours to comply with this request or Imperial military personnel will remove the Borman personnel by force.

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"Your grace, they have closed off the wall."

"Well then, I suppose it is time. Are our forces set to enact the Merovingian Doctrine?"

"Yes your grace. They await your clearance."

"They have it. Make it so."

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On the Borman-Generian border, as the gates were closed and the wall's defenses came online, the Imperial military divisions commenced doing what they had prayed they would never have to do.

The Merovingian Doctrine was an emergency procedure prepared in the case of hostilities arising between the Generic and Borman Empires. It called for the construction of a series of trenches and heavy fortifications to be constructed along the border approximately half a mile from the wall on the Generian side.

The Imperial Praetorians lifted shovel and axe wit heavy heart as they began to dig in, in preparation for a war that no one wanted to fight.

"Sire."

"What is it?"

"The Generians are digging in. They are putting some sort of...shall we say, trench wall. Adn further, they have ordered the evacuation of our military base."

"Shit. Tell them to get rid of thier military base too."

...Encrypting...
Official Imperial Statement:

Any and all Generian soldeirs are to immediatly evacuate the military base. Borman soldeirs will be along in 24 hours to ensure that they have all left. If not...well, we maintain a wide array of torture devices.

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“Several towns on the outskirts of the empire have begun to riot. The peoples are calling for a capitalist society again.”

“Put it down.”

“They won’t leave.”

“I meant use force.”

Borshavin-12 miles from Borman-Generian border

“We want Capitalism!”

A line of Borman swat troopers held their shields steady. The mob was surging forward and trying to get to the house of the Communist governor. No one had died on either side yet, but Darius planned to change that.

A man in a newly made SACS walked onto the balcony of the house and yelled to the soldiers below.

“You can now use force!”

Instantly the cops drew nightsticks and began to beat the front ranks of the mob. The mob fell apart as a tumult ensued. The cops held their positions and clubbed anyone in range.

Pulled up at the entrances to the town and brought their guns to life. The guns slaughtered every person within range of the vehicles. As they stopped humming and bullets stopped flying more technicals came down the road. These vehicles combed the town for any survivors and eradicated them.

At the mansion the swat guards drew their weapons and began to shoot all the civilians. Their effort combined with that of the other soldiers cleansed the town.

“Good job soldiers. But there are still people in the buildings. GO through each one, every room, every closet, and shoot everyone. I don’t care if it’s a baby, a child, or the elderly; shoot everyone!”

“We can’t do that.”

The governor drew his pistol and fired two shots into the man’s throat.

“Can anyone else not do it? Good. Now get to work.”

General Mikhail Greghorov put the phone back onto the reciever.

"Well, we're pulling out. Command wants the whole base closed down and evacuated within 24 hours. Let's get on with it."

Over the course of the day, frantic activity ensued as the Imperial soldiers went about tearing the base down and loading equipment and eventually themselves onto GIT-111 transport aircraft bound for the Empire.

As night fell, the base was left completely deserted.

"Sir, its done. The base has been emptied. The helicopters are on their way over with all the men and equipment. Whatever couldn't come in helicopters is being sent over in planes. THe base is locked up adn rigged to blow."

"Good."

I, Shah Khosru III, King of Kings, Brother to the Divine, Beloved in the Eyes of Ahura Mazda, condemn this usurpation of rightful government by Marxist pigs. As of now, I hereby give the order for all Parthian units in the port city of Bandar Abbas to prepare for deployment to Generia if Emperor Antonius will accept Parthian assistance in ridding Borman Empire of Communists. Fear not people of Borman, the great armies of Persia are fast apporaching to bring freedom.

-Shah Khosru III

Official Imperial Statement:

People! Don't try to 'liberate' us. We are happy and succesful under the great communist system. We offer you an idea. Instead of trying to force us to join this flasified regime you claim to work, capitalism, try our way. You will find your country workign much better and your people happier.

With the unexpected fury of the Borman army the Provence Alpes Cote d’Azur, Rhone-Alpes, and Franche-comte had fallen to Borman hands. They had yet to officially be taken but the French army had withdrawn to the borders of those territories and Borman troops were within them.

An excerpt from a speech by Emperor Darius: “Now these lands can share the glory that is communism! We have only been Communists a short while and I’m sure some of you have seen their lifestyle increase. Who amongst you is better of in a communist society?”

Several poor people mulling about in the square put their hands up in the air. They had begun to receive better meals and the promise of healthcare had come.

“See! Soon you will all be able to raise your hands. And who else can? Part of France can! It won’t be long until we have liberated all of France from the oppressive capitalist regime that plunders and loots its own people.”

Languedoc-Roussillon was the next on the communist hit list. At the border the French had begun to entrench themselves as tanks arrived to help shore up defenses. A little closer to Italy GI Is and IIs were loading up on soldiers. New BITs and BMTs had their backs opened so they too could load up. In a short time the assault would begin.

It was a dark night. Cold air nipped at the flesh of every man. French soldiers in trenches had blankets covering them as their guns lay nearby. The only lights came from flashlights and the tips of cigarettes. Friendly chatter was heard as the French tried to convince themselves they were safe.

One man crawled out of his hole and walked over to a nearby tree. He unzipped his pants and began to pee on the tree when his friends looked over.

“Hey, hey guys. These dogs got it made, I wish I could do this whenever I wanted.”

As the fellow soldiers began to laugh the joyful atmosphere disappeared as the section of trench from which the man came blew up.

“Artillery! Take cover!”

The officer ran around urging people into trenches and holes. Suddenly his neck began to spew blood as he collapsed onto the ground with his hands on his neck. Before anyone could help another bullet went through his head.

“Snipers!”

Hell set in on the French, as any tall moving target was shot and stretches of trench exploded.

French climbed into their tanks to get ready to combat the threat that would no doubt come, but the tanks were now being targeted. Anti-tank rockets and artillery shells slammed into tanks as the hulls were turned into burning wrecks.

Soldiers began to jump form their trenches and run backwards in hopes of abandoning the front, none made it. As all order was lost on the lines the Borman tanks came into view. BITs and BMTs fired their guns as their cannons decimated any opposition.

When the tanks came within a stones throw the backs opened and soldiers poured out.

Boots crunched in the snow as XM8 fire brought more light to the horrified French. Grenades fell into what remained of the defenses as tanks slowly moved forward. In various areas white flags went up, but this was met with gunfire.

“That’s what you get for fighting for capitalism.” One of the only soldiers who had believed in communism before the take over loved this war. “Viva la F*** the French.”

“In a short time the lines had been completely run over as the Borman forces then began to drive into the province of Languedoc-Roussillon.

From: Achilles Brown Coordinator of the Concordiat
To: The "government" of the Borman Empire

We do not recognize the rule of Darius, infact we do not recognize the rule fo the entire Borman government. The deposing of Bhalk was the work of a few men, acting in their own interests instead of the will of the people. We have seen the discontent in your cities and in your fields. Return Bhalk and the rightful Capitalist government to its place or we will be forced to take action, we will not allow The Borman Empire to go Communist right in our backyard and take France with it, withdraw from France now or it will be your doom.

The one remaining active duty fleet in the Netherlands was put on standby and the 4 Reserve fleets were immeditaly called into action, 16,000 sailors reported to naval bases as they made ready to man their vessels in anticipation of a coming war. Troops began to mass in the Western Frontier of the Concordiat, making ready for a march thorugh France to liberate it from the Communist Borman forces.

...Encrypting...

Official Imperial Communique

To: Achilles Brown
From: Emperor Darius

Why do you not recognize me? It was Bhalk's will that I came to power. It is clearly evident in the fact that he changed the constitution so that I would coem to power in a situation of that of his disappearance. Also, we are liberating France. They have struggled long under the capitalist society and we shall finally free them from their hell.

P.S. We don't know where Bhalk is, he left.

End Transmission

...Encrypting...

Official Imperial Communique

To: Achilles Brown
From: Emperor Darius

Why do you not recognize me? It was Bhalk's will that I came to power. It is clearly evident in the fact that he changed the constitution so that I would coem to power in a situation of that of his disappearance. Also, we are liberating France. They have struggled long under the capitalist society and we shall finally free them from their hell.

P.S. We don't know where Bhalk is, he left.

End Transmission

You have one week to withdraw from France before we descend on you and crush your feeble army, you have overextended yourself, we know this and you know it. Withdraw or be crushed.

OOC: Ummm, does this mess up our relations outside this thread?

It was a hard knocking on his door that woke the Chairman. "What the heck do they want?!" he asked. He had every right to. It was two thirty in the morning.

"Sir, I have news! From the Borman Empire!" Chairman Alexei Avakian's advisor, Comrade John Sloan, looked wide awake and jumpy, almost happy. "Well, what is it?" asked Avakian.

"They've gone communist."

Avakian's eyes grew big. " Are you serious?! This is great! How can we help them?". "Well," he began, "they are in a little trouble. While they have gone and liberated their people AND liberated parts of France, some surrounding capitalist countries haven't thought too highly of their actions."

" Wake up Comrade Barge. Tell him to set up a small military envoy to Borman and see if they need any help. We will give all to help a fellow comrade."

OOC: We are sending over 5 HSV-2's (http://phoenixdynamix.proboards38.com/index.cgi?board=ships&action=display&num=1101724978), 2 Vrelck Class BCGN-84's (http://phoenixdynamix.proboards38.com/index.cgi?board=ships&action=display&num=1100706606), 200 T-3 Warriors (http://phoenixdynamix.proboards38.com/index.cgi?board=tanks&action=display&num=1099027206), and 10,000 men to go along with them. On confermation, we will send more if nessicary.

You have one week to withdraw from France before we descend on you and crush your feeble army, you have overextended yourself, we know this and you know it. Withdraw or be crushed.

OOC: Ummm, does this mess up our relations outside this thread?

OOC: Yes, I hate you now! Joking. If it isn't directed to my gov't then no. Like if you get in a revolution my gov't might support another faction becuase they dont like you.

IC:
Official Imperial Ultimatum(sp?):

Withdraw your threats immediatly or we will place ours.

OOC: Check your TGs.

It was a hard knocking on his door that woke the Chairman. "What the heck do they want?!" he asked. He had every right to. It was two thirty in the morning.

"Sir, I have news! From the Borman Empire!" Chairman Alexei Avakian's advisor, Comrade John Sloan, looked wide awake and jumpy, almost happy. "Well, what is it?" asked Avakian.

"They've gone communist."

Avakian's eyes grew big. " Are you serious?! This is great! How can we help them?". "Well," he began, "they are in a little trouble. While they have gone and liberated their people AND liberated parts of France, some surrounding capitalist countries haven't thought too highly of their actions."

" Wake up Comrade Barge. Tell him to set up a small military envoy to Borman and see if they need any help. We will give all to help a fellow comrade."

OOC: We are sending over 5 HSV-2's (http://phoenixdynamix.proboards38.com/index.cgi?board=ships&action=display&num=1101724978), 2 Vrelck Class BCGN-84's (http://phoenixdynamix.proboards38.com/index.cgi?board=ships&action=display&num=1100706606), 200 T-3 Warriors (http://phoenixdynamix.proboards38.com/index.cgi?board=tanks&action=display&num=1099027206), and 10,000 men to go along with them. On confermation, we will send more if nessicary.

OOC: Have we had contact before? If not are you happy that im communist just becuase it means one mroe communist nation?

IC:We thank you very much for your contribution. We ask that you send half your forces to the northwest part of the empire and the other half to the east.

OOC: No, I don't beleive we've ever had the pleasure. I'm not jumping because i just want "one more communist nation." We really beleive that communism is the answer and I want to help.

IC: 30 A-17 Warhawks flew in formation as they flew over Borman Empire. Under them were J-Jeep Tank Busters and T-3 Warriors rolling on towards the east border. Unknowing above them, the sattelite<sp?> KH-11 was flying in the exosphere clicking away pictures of the new terrain. General von Steuben was watching this all miles away from the controle room of the aircraft carrier RNF CVN-11.

"Right now we are just a defensive force," von Steuben said to the meeting of COs. von Steuben pulled down a map; "Set up arty here, here, and here. Cover the flanks with some Warriors, and keep the J-Jeeps in the back. Use the Pac Rat for any movement up on the front. I also want SA-21's in the center. Is that clear?"

An small chorus of "Yes sirs" filled the room as the men finished scribbling their orders on small notebooks.

The brand-spanking new RM-30 Emperor rolled out onto the field. It was virtually invincible with new RWC exclusive technology in every aspect. The only thing Borman didn’t like about it was it did not transport soldiers. So while these tanks began to liberate more of France BMTs were along with them as scientists drafted a new APC/tank.

With the assistance of the new tank Languedoc-Roussillon, Alsace, and Lorraine had fallen. But with more lost the French began to rally. A woman named Jore Chiraq has claimed to be a re-incarnate of Joan of Arc and has tripled the amount of people joining the French army. Jore herself had gathered as many people as she could to her banner and fortified herself in the town of Toulouse in Midi-Pyrenees. The border had been well protected, but with the new leader, bigger than most celebrities only miles away and calling for all that could come most soldiers left. The border was severely weakened and growing weaker everyday as Toulouse grew stronger. It was a golden opportunity.

The RM-30 force was slightly less than 5 miles form the border. Stretches of trench and sandbag walls along with mounted guns were the main defenses. Only a number of tanks remained to help defend.

“Ready…Aim…Fire!”

A French tank exploded in a ball of flame and shrapnel as soldiers ran to fortifications. The extremely advanced systems of the RM-30 allowed it to fire over 5 miles away and they used it. The tanks opened up on any and all French tanks in range. By the time snipers were able to fire from atop APCs every tank was a burning hull.

“Fire at will. Try to take out officers!”

Sniper rifles howled as Frnech soldiers dropped and men ran to man the mounted guns. RM-30 cannons exploded every gun on the line as French began to become demorilized.

As the Borman soldiers came within range several areas put up white flags and threw down their weapons. XM8 fire and grenades eliminated all who had not surrendered. Then those who had were chained up and gathered in a large area.

“A good amount sir. What are we to do with the capitalists?”

“You know.”

As the French soldiers mulled about half happy from being spared and half scared from not knowing what was going to happen BMTs opened up. APG2 was shot out and the chemical began to leak out and kill the French soldiers. Borman soldiers in gas masks opened fire on any Frenchman trying to leave. In the end hundreds of bodies lied in a massive pool of blood.

“On to the bitch.”

Chiraq thought her fortress impenetrable. Rows of trenches, mines, moats, and sandbags surrounded the whole town. Tanks were behind these and mounted machine guns set up next to them. SAM batteries covered the town and several patriot missile systems had been brought in. French soldiers were everywhere and Chiraq considered the notion of invading sheer idiocy. But Borman was to prove here wrong.

The B2 (Borman’s own bomber) was gathered in large amounts by the French border before the war and had seen little use, but now they would see much. Three wings of fifty bombers along with three wings of thirty F22 fighters (CAD kind) took off from the border and made their way over Borman controlled territory to Toulouse. Night gave a little advantage, but none to radar. As B2s came within range SAMs roared to life as tracers began to fill the sky. French pilots managed to bring 19 F22s into the air before ordinance ripped whatever airfields existed to ribbons. The planes immediately began to target bombers in as big of groups as possible, but Borman’s fighters came in bigger groups. For every Borman plane that dropped two French would go down. In little time the French air force was destroyed.

“Air is clear. Expecting French aviary reinforcements from French air force.”

The F22s began to drop what they had onto sections of trench so as to keep an outer perimeter. This way the bombers were free to rake the inside as they were protected from any new French planes that might come.

Bunker Busters and carpet bombs began to blacken the town as the bombers continued to rain ordinance on the town.

French mechanics worked to fix the broken SAMs to combat the aerial assault, but to no success. By the time an SAM finally began to approach usefulness the Borman air force took off back to base.

French soldiers were on the verge of fleeing after seeing what they thought to be an impenetrable air defense ripped to pieces. But the French were called away from defensive positions to help clean up the massive debris and rubble that now decorated the inside of the town.

Very few soldiers had been left on defense, a horrid mistake.

A French tank sat motionless as all of its crew was in the town. Then in an instant it was a ball of flames.

“We’re under attack!”

Sirens instantly hit the air as lights doused the town in red. People tried to scurry back into Trenches or to their tanks, but RM-30 fire kept most away.

As the armor came closer to the town it was evident that most of the mines had gone off, most of the trenches were now low ditches, and most of the defenders were dead. But there was a problem. A ring of trenches had been dug around the town further than the other defenses and the Borman planes and not spotted it in the dark.

Three trenches, each one three feet from the next. They were ten feet wide and five feet deep. The first had sharpened stakes stuck into the bottom, the second was filled with water, and the third was empty. Most of the water had sunk into the soil making it really unstable at the sides and lowering the level to about two feet.

The tanks stopped at the end and men poured out of the backs of the BMTs. As the force advanced the engineers tried to find a way to get the tanks across.

Sgt. Vladimir Soronov looked back at his man team.

“Lets go.”

In front of him he saw fires in great magnitude and little figures running all over in the town. All around him he saw Borman tanks stopped at the trenches and hundreds of soldiers climbing through them. But he pushed this aside as he jumped into the first trench. As he fell his shoe moved a bit to the left and accidentally knocked down a stake. If it hadn’t he would have landed on it.

“Be careful, sharpened stakes.”

He heard jumps all around as men were pouring down from the side then it was interrupted by a scream. He looked back to see one of his men lying on the ground with several stakes through his body. Vladimir drew his pistol and shot the man in his head.

“Rest in peace.”

At the other end Vladimir threw his XM8 around his shoulder and stuck his hands in the grabbed onto the top of the wall. He felt wet dirt as he hauled himself up. He helped several of his men up and turned back to the town. In front of him was another soldier who tumbled down as the dirt he was standing on collapsed under him. Soon after a groan accompanied a dull splash.

“Water.”

Vladimir made it with his five men to the end of the trench line without further events. As they crawled out they saw that some French had made it to a mounted gun up ahead. They saw several shadowy figures run forward and then the gun cut them down. After several seconds that gun blew up as a shell from an RM-30 found its mark.

By the time Vladimir got to the edge of the town all the French soldiers were inside the town and thus all the fighting was too.

Vladimir ran down a street with his men flanking him and turned the corner to find another mounted machine gun. One of his men kept running and when the French saw him running across they cut him down.

“S**T! You two stay here and fire. You come with me to the back.”

As the two men shot around the corner Vladimir led another man through a broken display case. They came to the back of the store and snuck into the alleyway. At their right were several Frenchmen huddled behind sandbags utilizing the mounted gun.

He tossed a grenade in which took with it the lives of all the men.

“Keep going.”

As the men met up they traveled through the ally and heard several skirmishes. In each one the sounds indicated the French were losing.

Vladimir stumbled out into a street and found himself in the middle of a crossfire. On his left French soldiers manned several guns and a barricade covering half the road. To the other side Borman soldiers were using houses and corners as cover. His men were instantly slew and then he felt his legs pumped full of hot lead. As he collapsed on the ground in excruciating pain. He grabbed his gun and put the barrel to his mouth. As he was about to pull the trigger a stray bullet collided with his hand, he instantly dropped the gun. As he tried to use his other hand to grab the gun a French sniper hit him in the head.

1 hour later

“Sir, the town is ours.”

“Great. Casualty contrast?”

“They lost three times as many. But I do have bad news, Chiraq is missing.”

“You…You...I’m gonna-”

“WAIT! We have an assistant that worked with her. The only problem is he won’t talk.”

“I’ll make him.”

Secret IC

If anyone is interested in seeing Darius deposed and Bhalk returned to his rightful place, please contact my Department of Diplomacy. We're formulating a plan to instigate a coup d'etat against the pseudo-Emperor Darius, thus cleansing Borman Empire of the communist plague and restoring it to its former glory.

The assistant sat in a white room devoid of any escape except a think steel door. Underneath him was a weak wooden chair and in front of him was a Horizontal pole that sunk into the ground at the town ends. To this pole his hands had been duct-taped and all but his fingers were sealed on. To his right was another wooden chair bent slightly to face him but to still protect the person from his feet. To the right of that chair was a small metal table.

As the man sat there staring at the small pane of one-way glass in the door it slowly opened. Three men entered, tow of them Dinosaurs who stood next to the door as it closed and the last a rather important looking man. He wore an old Hawaiian shirt and loose brown pants. His name was Marcus Aurelias.

Marcus had ruminated his course of action many times since being assigned to extract info. As he took a seat in the chair he remembered what had inspired him to do it this way, the movie Man on Fire. He noiselessly placed a car cigarette lighter and bowie knife down onto the table.

“Hello, you can call me Marcus.”

“…”

“All right. This is how it works, I’m gonna ask you questions. If you spill at first and don’t tell me bullshit I will be happy and you might live. The longer you don’t tell the madder I’ll get, and I have a VERY short temper. When my ‘temper box’ as I call it gets full I’m going to start cutting off fingers. From that point on every time you don’t answer or lie I will cut off a finger. Then toes then ears. But what about the bleeding? I’ll burn the wounds shut with this lighter, understood.”

The man looked at Marcus with a deep sense of hatred in his eyes.

“Ah, you have just put my ‘temper box’ to half full. Now, what’s your name?”

“Marcus.”

“Hmm…that my name. What a coincidence…oh wait, I think you’re making fun of me.”

With lightning speed Marcus grabbed the knife and slit off the man’s right pinky. He slowly replaced the knife with the lighter and than jammed it on top of the open wound and held it there several seconds. As the man screamed Marcus placed the tools back on the table and grabbed the finger. He jammed it into the man’s mouth and grabbed hold off his head and chin. Marcus forced the man to chew then put the knife near his pans and told him to swallow. He did and Marcus checked his mouth just incase.

“Now, what is your name?”

“Louis Depiardieu.”

“Now, whom do you work for?”

“French city of Toulouse maintenance department.”

The knife whipped off the table and the man’s ring finger fell to the floor as it did the lighter was placed over the wound and the searing heat burned it shut.

“AHHHHHHH! Fucker! God damn you you mother fu-”

A punch to the man’s abdomen slowed his torrent of cursing. Marcus then picked up the finger and jabbed it in the man’s left eye several times before forcing him to eat it.

“WHO DO YOU WORK FOR!?”

“Chiraq, Chiraq.”

“Where is she?”

“Didn’t you catch her? She was there.”

The bowie knife weaved back and forth as all but his thumb left his hand. Slowly the lighter sealed each wound as his screams beat against the sound proof walls.

Marcus collected the fingers and walked out into the hall. He came backing several seconds later with two opened beers.

He took his chair and took a deep sip of one before placing it on the table.

“I’m sorry…I…I lost my temper. Would you like a beer?”

“Is there poison?”

“You have no use to me dead.”

“Then yes please. But you will have to put it to my lips.”

“How ‘bout your head?”

With one motion Marcus carried the bottle around his body and straight into the man’s right temple.

“Oh Jesus, oh holy-”

Marcus foot came slamming down onto the man’s balls.

Tears streamed down his face as he gasped for air. Marcus drank from his ice cold beer as he waited for the man to regain what he could of his composure.

As he began to straighten a knock came at the door and a man in a butlers outfit brought in an orange smoothie.

“For the Frenchman sir, the higher-ups demand he be given some manner of POW treatment.”

Marcus muttered curse words as he took the smoothie and let the Frenchman drink form the straw. As he sucked the bottom of the glass clean Marcus slammed the glass into his chest.

“Do you like my acting?”

As the man wheezed for air he managed to squeak out, “What do you mean?”

“Well the higher ups didn’t command you to have that, I did. Didn’t you wonder why it was an off orange or why I didn’t make you eat those last tow fingers?”

The mans face began to pale as he stared as the shards of the glass on his clothes. Now as it was revealed to him he saw blood on every shard.

“Your fingers, some of your comrades, and the balls of every French lieutenant we found.”

The French man exploded in a torrent of vomit, as his hands and lap were soaked with his physical disgust.

“Now back to the old way. Where is Chiraq?”

“Bayonne. She had a score of soldiers and another score of servants with her.” The man caught sight of his vomit and mixed with the thought of what he drank still in his mind he threw up again. As he began to stop he saw Marcus’ hand inch to the knife. “Behind a church is an old shack. Inside that is a tattered run with a desk on top. Beneath the rug is a trapdoor leading to a large underground facility, that’s the only way in.”

“Excellent, now what are the defenses, any guns or any watch set up in the town?”

“No.”

His thumb fell to the ground to land in his pile of puke as the lighter sealed his wound shut. He began to go pale as he felt like fainting, but a punch to the jaw awakened him.

“Alright, I’m done, no more lies. The tow outer purple houses and the yellow house by the church, each one had a single man in it who works for Chiraq. At the bottom of the stairs underneath the trapdoor there is a mounted machinegun facing the entry behind some sandbags. The whole compound is basically a twisting tunnel with rooms breaching off. Every other twist will be facing a machine gun behind some sandbags. It goes on for about 20 or 30 twists.”

“Good, now why did she go there?”

“I don’t know, probably because she didn’t have another place like it or as good as it.”

The knife went around the man’s head and took off his left ear.

“AHHHHHHH. I TOLD YOU, I DON’T KNOW!!!”

“If she does fall who else will command the military?”

“You son of a…I mean. She doesn’t command the military now, the generals still command it, it’s just that more than half the military has abandoned the generals and sworn allegiance to her. Most of them are up at Paris; apparently she is planning to go there. If she falls however those men might rejoin or just ay down their arms. After she falls France will have no morale or willingness to fight.”

“Good.”

Marcus reached into his shirt and drew a German luger. He placed it on the man’s bleeding temple and fired twice. He stood up and collected his things before proceeding to the door as he passed the soldiers he uttered a simple command.

“Clean up.”

The sleepy town of Bayonne had no idea of the impending danger that was less than 5 miles away. In the two purple houses men sat by the window seemingly watching television, but each one had binoculars in hand. Suddenly both their heads slumped over as Borman sniper rifles recoiled somewhere.

In the dead of night a team of twelve people silently advanced forward. Each one was a raptor and donned a SACS. In addition each person had active camouflage on. As a yellow house near the church came into sight the men slowed down. The door to the house opened and several men stepped out and started walking towards the church. Then two of them dropped to the ground as the rest went for their guns at their sides. They wee all dead before they could fire a shot. The door opened once more as a man with a shotgun came out. As his mouth opened to yell another hole opened in the top of his head,

“Advance.”

The team skirted the church and made it to a run-down shack. Inside they found an empty abandoned bed, a desk on a rug, and a lamp. The desk was picked up and moved and the rug drawn back. There on the floor was a strong wooden trapdoor made of polished wood. The handle glistened in the light as one man rapped his fingers around it and opened it.

XM8 fire dropped the raptor as the man wielding the gun stared mouth agape at what had just happened. He had fired his gun as soon as the door had opened into air yet his bullets seemed to stop just outside of the door, and then a body appeared out of nowhere and fell down almost hitting him. As he began to jog himself back to awareness his neck was snapped by two quick hands. The remaining men descended the stairs to find a machine gun facing them, fortunately it wasn’t firing. Then a grenade came form right by the sandbags in front and then it opened up as a man jumped from behind the cover of the sandbags. One man was sawed in half from the powerful fire as another took shots to the chest and collapsed on the floor form the force, luckily the few bullets that hit hadn’t penetrated his armor. One man skirted to the side and fired several bursts from his BEWD and watched the man fell down.

The 10 men ran down the hallway checking rooms for Chiraq, and looting as they went. As they came to the next bend one men stuck a mirror out.

“Good, no gun or people, it’s the next hallway.”

Without hesitation four of them pulled equipment out of their backpacks and set up a transmitter. Immediately following a short transmission was sent saying that the mission was accomplished.

“Right, its done. These halls will be crawling with Borman soldiers in less than 10 minutes.”

“Wait. Shhhh. Shut up! Someone is coming. Wait, more than just someone, several, no many people.”

“To the gun!”

Several soldiers came around the corner and narrowly avoided stepping on the transmitter.

“Oh shi...wait, why is the gun facing in?”

“Go see.”

The man who had spoken, obviously a low rank, began to trot towards the gun with the barrel of his weapon in hand. As he got within ten feet of it the man holding it squeezed his finger and let hot lead fly. As the other men fussed to grab their weapons he cut them down too.

As he stopped the stairs creaked as more Borman soldiers came in. These were not raptors but they were dinosaurs, the elite of Borman’s soldiers.

“How many strong?”

“Two score here now, three more score in a few.”

“Most excellent, lets move ahead. Keep 5 people here to tell the others where we went.”

In five minutes three more score of Dinosaurs marched down the stairs and met with the men manning the gun.

“Have the rest been wiped out?”

“No, they went ahead.”

“Alright, lets go. Keep two here to guard the door.”

For a tunnel skirmish and based on the intelligence gathered this was a sizeable force, more than two times what the enemy had. After several turns and finding machine guns manned by French corpses the group came to a thick door with black glass that could not be broken, seen through, or shot. It was where the carved rock ended and technology started.

“How’d they get in. And didn’t that informant say there were like 30 curves, and not mention this at all.”

“You’re an idiot aren’t you? They didn’t get an informant, they tortured a POW. Apparently he was tougher than thought and told falsities, as far as we know there could be hundreds of men on the other side, or a tunnel leading out.”

“Guys, have you tried opening it yet?” The soldier walked forward and grasped the handle and turned, to find the door open up.

The procession moved into a white room with nothing at all except for a door much like the first one on the other side. Above the door was a sign indicating that only one door could be open at a time. So the first door was closed as the second was opened.

The men were greeted by the sight of a cave like wall like the tunnels extending on each side. Although they took no note of the little green light on the handle, that turned red as soon as the door was shut. At the far end of each side was a pile of bodies, belonging to the Borman soldiers who had gone ahead. And at the end of those hallways the tunnel would turn to face whatever was behind the wall opposite the door.

“They’re dead, all of them. We should go call for more men.”

The man grabbed the handle and pushed down, to find it didn’t budge.

“Its locked itself.”

As enchantments and training kicked in the men wrapped their hands around their weapons and activated camouflage as they walked forward on either side of the tunnel. In sight of the openings was a large square room with an cave wall like the one they stood by now on the opposite side. But what was troubling was what was in the middle of the room. Ten machine guns nests sat evenly set apart from each other in the middle of the room. Five faced them and five faced the other side with 3 foot high sandbag walls sealing off the space in-between and effectively creating a little area in which to hold off enemies on either side. In each nest a French soldier sat with tense fingers on triggers. Then for each stretch of sandbag two men sat with their weapons over the edge and eyes peering over.

Grenades were thrown and the guns opened up as those on the other side grabbed their weapons and came to face the offenders. As the guns opened fire a number of men felt hot lead pour through their body and bring their life to a quick close. The rest, still hidden, dropped to the ground and slowly moved forward towards the sandbags. The French still fired at the doorway because they had yet to see anyone come through, but unbeknownst to them the enemy was just a bag of sand away.

A sergeant leaned against the bags and grabbed one of his grenades. He slid it underneath the second to last sandbag and pulled the pin. After doing so he and the men near him rolled to the side and kept rolling until it blew. The French scurried over to the hole and sealed it with their bodies and guns as the rest of the sandbags were left unprotected. Several sections crumbled over as the Dinosaurs moved in and opened up on the French men. Without a viable target eh French had nothing to do but fall into chaos. It was over almost before it began.

Once inside the little entrance like the one they came through another door came into view, btu this one was wooden. It was locked but with one kick it came down. There a small bedroom opened up with a bed, a desk, and an armoire. No one was there.

“Shit, our asses are gone.”

“No, there has to be something. Why else would all those guards be there, not even we would waste that much time, resources, and men for a distraction.”

As they argued one of the poorer Dinosaurs was busy looting. After finding an empty bed he ruffled through the desk to find only pens and loose papers then he found the armoire locked. His saber came out and he cut off the rusty hinges and the doors fell off.

“Guys, I found it.”

“You see why wou-”

“I said I FOUND IT!”

Everyone looked over to find that the armoire itself was empty but the back wall was removed to allow access to the hole in the wall. In the hall a dark staircase led down to some unknown lair.

Slowly they stepped forward and the highest ranking Dinosaur (HRD) pushed one of the grunts into the hole first. After a short period of slowly scaling the stairs a small dark room came to sight. At the end a fire burned low beneath an alter as a woman sat in front of it on her knees with her hands raised in prayer. Then the HRD flicked his light on to reveal the attractive woman’s face.

“You a prize aren’t you?”

She drew a gun from underneath the dish at the alter but it was knocked aside as the HRD pulled her in front of himself.

“I am Chiraq, you will not get away with touching me.”

“I have.”

As she began to resist he ripped off her shirt and then beat her to the arm. He carried her upstairs with his men following suit with whatever treasure they may have found in their arms.

“Out, everyone! Stand guard.”

The men were ushered out and the door shut as a series of moans and wailing proceeded.”

“I get sloppy seconds.”

Within days of Chiraq’s rape and murder reaching Paris the entire city laid down arms and surrendered, none had the will to fight. As soon as France had fallen and the Wirrawayan border was secure the army turned south and spilled into Spain. Spain had always maintained a severally weak army after their crushing defeat in the Spanish American war. As such Borman’s forces practically walked across the border and into Spain. But militias had formed and knowing that they would stand no chance what so ever alone they have headed to Madrid to hold against the wave that would come.

Borman forces had circled around Madrid and taken areas projected to continue to stand after Madrid’s fall, very few. With them fallen Borman encircled Madrid and cut off all routes of every kind. After waiting for a while and knowing the Spaniards had not stored supplied the army moved in under cover of night.

AA defenses were minimum as Madrid waw not meant to be the last stand of Spain, but they could take a little bit; but not what was coming. 200 F-22s super cruised at mach 2 towards Madrid. As they came close AA defenses came up as hundreds of rounds came into the sky and planes started to explode.

“Commence bombing”

Ordinance rained down on the forsaken Spaniards as their feeble defenses collapsed atop of them and building went up in flames. At a nearby airfield planes started to come into the air, but as soon as they did they were put right out; then the airfield was decimated. After the planes had finally spent every round they could there were no AA defended left, ground defenses were annihilated, and the whole town had caved in on itself. That was when the ground assault came to snap the neck off of the dying Madrid. RM-30 Emperors shelled any moving targets as they drew closer. Behind them BMTs unloaded soldiers which then poured into the city and shot every moving thing. Loot, murder, rape, and defeat filled the air as the weak Spain was brought to it’s knees in six weeks.

An excerpt from a speech by Darius

“We have done it! Both Spain and France are free from their filthy capitalist oppression. Generic Empire is currently at war and can not take us down from our utopia, Wirraway has halted actions, RB is at war, and Parthians is in that same war as well. But we are not free of enemies. Portugal recently accused us of being imperialistic pinko bastards. They says that our false liberation is a ploy to grow the size of our empire. They claim that their armies may not be as strong as France or only slightly stronger than Spain, but they will prevail because they are fighting tyranny and oppression. Well what did I say!? I told them to go screw themselves! Now, we are at war once more! Once more we must remove capitalist regimes and install our communist utopias!”

Portugese soldiers flooded over the border into Spain. It had only been in Borman hands for a short time and as such the defenses were not in tip top shape, but they could stop the foolish Portugese invasion.

Machine gun nests roared to life as Portugese were literally shot full of holes. Soldiers let out short bursts from their BEWDs as RM-30 Emperors started to shell the enemy. Within minutes of the total and complete slaughter on the Portugese side aviary assistance became visible. AA defenses aimed upwards as nearby airfields started to let out F22s. The Portugese were outnumbered, outgunned, out skilled, and pretty much every advantage possible was on the Borman’s side, but they continued to charge.

Few Portugese planes made it to enemy lines before Borman air assistance came and wiped them out. Dog-fights were 5-1 in favor of Borman with other planes attacking enemy ground units. Portugal’s planes were dropped out of the sky and into their men as Borman planes returned to re-fuel and re-arm for a new wave that would come soon.

After a couple hours the charge had died down and Borman soldiers were reloading all their weapons and counting the few casualties they had, less then 50. But then they were caught off their guard as a small concentrated assault came on the left flank. T-90s shelled several machine gun nests as Portugese soldiers pushed closer and closer to the defensive line, once past they stood a fighting chance. Borman tanks and soldiers scurried over to help defend the flank as other nests aimed at the assault. But then the Portugese greatest plan yet occurred. As most firepower was at and concentrated on the left flank the right flank got hit. Almost every soldier, except a couple hundred in the capital, was on this charge. It was far larger and more concentrated then that on the left flank and their path was largely left open. Guns instantly turned to them as tanks took their eyes off the left and started firing on the right. F-22s were just arriving and began to rain ordinance down on the left and right so those on the ground could concentrate on the right.

The Portugese had thought ahead and had brought various types of mobile AA defenses and they started operating them as Borman planes started to take casualties. Every plane that was hit and retained some amount of control took their plane and flew it smack into a line or group of Portugese soldiers or AA defenses. Then as the Portugese mobile defenses started to fall Portugese planes were spotted on the horizon. Tanks concentrated on mobile defenses as a group of planes twice the size of the Portugese left to fight them.

A tumult ensued on Borman lines as the right flank came within 100 yards of the line. The left flank was just now being cleared away as the last of Portugese soldiers were pumped full of lead. As soon as they had been everyone immediately opened fire on the right. With ground and air assistance the right was severely slowed, but they continued to move forward.

Eventually despite heavy fire and casualties the Portugese force made it to the lines and jumped over sandbags and blew up on mines and impaled themselves on pikes. But no matter the toll they had gotten over and now the machine gun nests could not hit them. Immediately they went to the nests and killed all inside. Then they jumped back over the sandbags and tried to use them as protection against the force that had formed to stop them. As Borman forces started to move closer to eradicate all of them they jumped over and charged into the lines. With guns blazing the Portugese ran straight into the Borman horde and drew whatever hand-to-hand weapon they had if they didn’t have room to fire their guns. Immediately airplanes and tanks cannons became useless. Now tanks served merely as protection and mounted guns as the airplanes went towards Portugal.

As Borman closed every exit and began to slaughter the Portugese soldiers the planes already in the air were joined by at least 300 more. The massive wing broke into various scattered wings to reduce casualties from any fire they might run into. After entering Portugal only a little bit the Portugal air force threw everything they had. It was a large amount of planes, but not enough, Portugal was outnumbered 5:3. The ground beneath the massive air battle soon became a mass graveyard as many burning wrecks slammed into the ground. The planes in the air were so thick that if a Portugese plane missed their target their was a 50/50 chance they would hit another Borman plane or one of their own planes. But regardless of skill and mis-fires Borman used their numerical superiority and started to take the air. With each couple victories the ratio slightly increased until only 10 Portugese planes remained to fight over 50 Borman planes. The Portugese were quickly decimated and then planes then flew inward and began to bomb the hell out of the capital city.

By the end of the week Borman was demanding Portugal’s surrender, had moved into the outskirts of the country, and Portugal’s capital lay in flames in ruins.

OOC: This is dragging so Ill try to sum it up

Portugal had not surrendered and stated that they would not. Now it was time to end it. The acting capital was where what few military forces had gathered.

In the quiet of the night, much as they had done before, Borman launched its attack. Hundreds of planes went into the air with bay doors full of ordinance. As they neared the secondary Portuguese capital AA defenses came to life. Despite advanced technology and experience the defenses began to bring down planes. Then the doors opened.

The town erupted in flames and screams as hundreds of numerous types of bombs fell to the ground. Then following the normal routine the ground forces went in

The new RM-30EP-D tank was right alongside the soldiers and they opened up. Their shells wreaked further havoc and brought the town down. Then dinosaurs poured in.

Portuguese loyalists fled across the strait and into Morocco as Portugal officially entered Borman hands.

Excerpt from a speech by Darius:
“Who do those damn Moroccans think they are? All those Portuguese loyalists who fled, guess where they went and were VERY WILLINGLY accepted? That’s right, Morocco. Who is constantly hampering us about controlling Gibraltar, Morocco? Who accused us of being Fascist no good pinko nazis!? MOROCCO, SAW WE GO TO MOROCCO AND SHOW THEM WHO THE FUCK WE ARE!”

In the small room behind the balcony Darius was giving his speech on several intelligence men looked up.

“Morocco never did all those things. All they did was take in Portuguese refugees.”

“I think Darius has been here too long.”

As they whispered to themselves the back door silently opened and several of Darius’ small bodyguard force stepped into the room. With lightning speed they slit the throats of all men who could be considered conspiring against Darius.

“Does anyone else not love our powerful lord?”

“…”

“Good.”
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Maddox class battle ships has been sitting in the strait of Gibraltar for a number of days, finally Morocco sent a boat to investigate.

A single cruiser sailed out towards the battleships and was instantly blown away. Almost simultaneously the many massive guns moved upwards and angled to hit their Moroccan targets. Then they let loose. All manner of military installations for many miles from the sea were destroyed by the shells. Barracks, bases, bunkers and more exploded in fiery destruction as even more battleships sailed down to join the chorus of guns. The shelling went on for vast stretches of time, seemingly years to the Moroccans, then the other ships came forward in the gloom. APG-14 transports, fully brimming with soldiers and equipment for them. Hundreds of them smacked into the shores and let their doors down to release their blood-thirsty packages.

As the first wave mounted up in vehicles and the faster tanks more men continued to land on the shore. The large first wave set off to clean up what was left in the shell zone as the soldiers on the beach began to set up a command compound.

Much of the country was taken under Borman control from the first massive force. They swept down and across and slaughtered all in their path.

A couple key battle along with more smaller battle would take Morocco. But back home the public, and secretly even the army, was beginning to want an end to the constant conflict.

The capital had fallen and most of Moroccan lands were in Borman hands. Soldiers stayed in groups and looted, raped, murdered, and pillaged without regard for any higher authority. What Moroccan people were still in lands controlled by their nation were horrified and begging for surrender to stop the atrocities across the border of ever amassing Borman forces.

At random intervals sharp spikes of Borman soldiers shot across the border destroying what lay in their path and then fell back almost all the way only retaining some of what they had covered.

Moroccan defenses were virtually non-existent and what little they had was nothing to die for. It was somewhat like previous victories where many groups surrendered effectively handing over the country, because while this happened the weak government that remained drafted their admittance of defeat and their surrender.
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To celebrate victory in Morocco Darius sent their special operation forces to Egypt. The armies that had conquered were brought home while fresh ones began to bring the imperial tough to the new lands.

The armies returning to the capital and surrounding lands were immediately put on crowd control. Riots and protesting had broken out over the constant warfare. Darius answered it with the call that communism was needed elsewhere, but the resistance only intensified. So the army, who was also against the warfare mainly because it was installing communism, was in key areas to prevent them from rioting.

While civil disorder intensified at home the special operations forces began work on Egypt.

The plane flew over low and fast. Inside a crew of thirty men stood waiting, the wind beating on them like rain on a roof.

Planes much like theirs were all over the air. A massive special operations attack followed by a large army arriving would certainly frighten the Egyptians into surrender.

“Green light!”

The men jumped out of their planes and hundreds of parachutes dotted the sky. Bit white mushroom clouds expanded all over providing multiple large targets that stood out against the black sky.

Despite heavy fire most of the forces landed and moved towards their targets. Hundreds of military installations and civilian buildings such as courthouses and government building were taken hostage. In military installations soldiers were mercilessly slaughtered, supplies that could help Egypt were destroyed.

Civilian and government buildings were fully sealed down and hostages taken as the Egyptian government was flooded with reports of massive attacks all over. Then the Borman military showed up.

Maddox class battleships sailed in range and tested their guns on several civilian ports. Darius seeking a quick end ‘tested’ conventional weapons on various military concentrations not held by his men. He demanded surrender and to ensure it had a plan put in action.

In a government building in Egypt:

Men sat typing at computers as others walked about with their normal busy schedule. Several new interns asked questions.

“Isn’t it different now that Borman is threatening war?”

“Well I don’t see-”

“Didn’t they war with and conquer the last 4 countries they said they would in only a short time.”

“Let me answer the first question. Yes that is true but we control the Suez Canal, if they went to war and lost we could hold them out, I don’t think they would risk that. In fact I don’t think they would even attempt to do terrorist acts and stuff like that.”

Suddenly the doors no more then 10 feet away exploded in a cloud of dust and splintered wood. Debris flew inward and wounded several as men in Black clothes came in. To further badger the man who was just speaking they wielded the Borman made BEWD, no one but a Borman soldier or Borman funded force would have it.

Several people tried to flee their low walled cubicles but were gunned down.

“Everybody up, NOW!”

To make an example several of the sitting people were shot and slumped over their desks. Within seconds everybody stood up and backed up against the back wall. Several of the men in black walked off into a number of doors and came back in minutes.

“This one is big, no windows, good walls, and it has several strong locks on the outside plus I think it’s a fire door.”

From the shattered door a single figure walked in. His crisp Borman outfit was illuminated in the Smokey atmosphere and the saber at his side only helped to further the fear he instilled in the hostages. As his strong Borman accent began to shout commands there was no doubt that Borman was behind this.

The sharp accent cut the air once more, “I said put them all in there!”

The hostages walked into the room and one of the men shut and locked the door.

“We need to fortify against Egyptian retaliation. Gate is still in good condition?”

“Yes.”

“Alright. Bring out or supplies. Call and tell them to bring the other soldiers. Then fortify the gate and fence and then this doorway.”

“Yessir.”

As the men stripped off their black clothing to reveal their Borman SACS one of them put out a call on the transmitter. In less than 10 minutes 20 more men would drop in to help hold the building.

As the group waited they busied themselves by fortifying the gate and fence with the supplies that had been dropped along with them. Sandbags, mines, barbed wire, pikes, and more were set up behind and in front of the fence. The same things were set up by the gate except more numerous and with several guns mounted. As a few men set up more guns on the fence the rest began to work on the open door. Sandbags were set up in a half-circle with barbed wire on top, pikes sticking out, and mines in front of. The remainder of the men began to lay bricks and set up wood throughout the door except a thin three-foot hole in the middle to allow men in and out. The new men landed on the roof with more supplies to help reinforce.

“What’s going on?”

“All the targets save several barracks have been taken. We’ve got three fireproof doors with us, 7 foot by 5 foot.”

“Excellent. Get to work putting one of those doors up in the hole. Wait, what’s happening with the barracks? They’re sending in more teams.”
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The planes flew low and fast over the dark Egyptian sky. All of the facilities orchestrating AA defense as well as the sites had been taken in what would be looked back on as one of the biggest parachute drops in history, thanks to that there was literally no AA fire.

“So what happened here?”

“Dunno. Apparently they sent a team to the barracks. We never got the victory or defeat call, everyone probably died.”

Suddenly the light went green and met jumped out and were no longer men, but white mushrooms. These white mushrooms landed on the ground and were once again men.

Sabers slashed the ropes with lightning speed and the 60 or so men then gathered together.

They ran across the fields side-stepping bodies and shells that covered their path. They came to where the gate should have been, in its place were shards of metal and the walls of the gate house were painted with blood.

“Looks like they did good until here.”

“Keep moving.”

After crossing a stretch of empty field the men came to the open doorway and stepped in. Black holes, streaks, and blood were spasmodically placed on the wall as shells, magazines, and bodies covered the floor.

The group split up and eventually wound up at the same concrete staircase to the basement.

They proceeded down and came to a doorway. Next to it an Egyptian soldier lay, his pale face and open eyes assured that he wound not raise an alarm. He had most likely been placed on guard duty and bled to death, a testament to what the men inside might be like.

In the doorway two splinted oak doors and several boards of wood had been propped up to cover the opening. A charge was set up and the men cleared back and took cover behind the wall.

An oak door was slid aside as a wounded Egyptian soldier limped out.

“I’m gonna go find a…SHIT!”

An explosion echoed through the wall as shards of bone and flesh smacked against the wall Borman men stood behind.

Like a volcano they erupted form their cover and came put shooting. Thanks to the vies provided by the SACS they saw people through the smoke and opened fire as they went in. People fell left and right as the Borman force quickly removed the wounded stragglers from the last attack.

As they went through the process of looting the bodies the thick steal doors, made to look like concrete, that they had not noticed slid open. The 20 or so Egyptian soldiers that had not been in the battle and thus not wounded thundered out. Guns opened up as the Borman soldiers were caught off guard. In the end numerical superiority brought it to Borman’s side. Nearly half the invasion force lay dead, but they knew they could loot and lick their wounds because almost, if not, every barracks had been wiped clean of Egyptian soldiers. Those with high concentrations of Egyptian soldiers were hit with missiles rather than men.

At daybreak Egypt had been rendered completely incapable of defending itself. The only influential or important building left in Egypt’s hands was the capital building, where the president sat taking in what had happened.

The capital building was in sheer chaos. Aids ran left and right screaming for attention holding documents of vast importance. Only a small number of generals and colonels had survived the attack they were all gathered here with the president. Servants busily served food but bumped into aids several times and spilled everything. Guards stood proper with their guns loaded and the safety off just incase Borman tried anything. At the end of the rectangular table sat the Egyptian president, his hands and head drenched in sweat. He had not been given time to dress and thus was in pajama bottoms and an AC-DC t-shirt. His armpits reeked and the folds of the t-shirt were soaked with sweat. He had pushed his breakfast aside to make room for the hundreds of papers that came and were put in front of him. Currently he was studying a map of his own country, the military buildings and government buildings were blue squares, all of those that had been captured had a red dot over them; every single one did. In front of him he looked at another map of his country, this showed all the positions that the enemy had captured. With these positions under their control, and most likely fortified, Egypt would not be able to recover. He went to grab it but a pile of papers suddenly landed on top of it and almost crushed his hand. Before he could move them more and more were piled on.

“MR. PRESIDENT!”

“Wha…oh sorry, what is it?”

“Are you kidding, don’t you see all the papers?”

“I mean what are you trying to say?”

“Well we still haven’t managed to fire up that ancient AA system. Currently we have about 50 men outside manning guns, that’s our defense.”

As the general quieted down to receive an answer another general cut in, “Sir. I have bad news.”

“What NOW?!”

“We had about 40 or so things on the north coast under our control. Twenty minutes ago we lost communication with 39 of those. The last thing we have is a small fishing village with a river feeding into the Mediterranean. That village reports two things. They report seeing large flashes of light and fire on both sides roughly ‘two groups of ten minutes’, indicating the other areas were either destroyed or captured or both. Secondly that same village reports ‘big ships with lines sticking out’ coming towards our shores. Before we lost our satellites to Borman’s we managed to see a large group of battleships leaving their port.”

“Oh my god, it is truly over.”

“What do you sugg-”

Before the general could finish an aid bumped into a servant and the tray went flying. Butter, syrup, pancakes, silverware, napkins, and water went flying. The majority of this landed on the president and several generals surrounding him.

A knife landed on his arm, but his luck did not continue as another knife pierced his leg. The president drew the gun at the side of his general and shot the servant.

“I NEED FUCKING PEACE!”

As if to mock the president the chatter of guns fired up as soon as he had finished. An explosion shook the building and the peace he had momentarily brought was shattered as screams split the air.

“Mr. President, get down. This is the most secure room in the building, they won’t get here. GET THE AIDS AND SERVANTS OUT!”

The guards hurdled all the peoples out and intentionally placed them in a room that Borman soldiers would have to go through claiming that “This is completely out of the way.”

“It’s done sir. Hopefully Borman soldiers will waste enough ammo on them we will stand more of a chance.”

The president stood up from the table that was being overturned and walked forward. “You mean to tell me you put them in harms way?”

“It was necessary!”

“The sacrifice on anyone is not necessary, not even for me. I command that yo-”

“With all respect sir, SHUT UP! You need to close your mouth and sit down behind that table. Men, bring the president behind the table and guard him.”

“Yes sir.”

Five guards walked up and dragged the Egyptian president behind a table and ducked down with him.

“Let’s get ready!”
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“We’re taking fire!”

The Borman plane spiraled out of control and smashed into one of the ancient AA guns that had been brought up.
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“Shit, you see them go down?”

“Shut up and sit down, we’re going…NOW!”

The men jumped out of the plane and their slightly smaller parachutes shot open. Roughly a hundreds of them were landing in the capitol and they quickly slit off their parachutes and met near the front gate.

Their planes made several strafing runs and eliminated most of the men outside the compound before taking off.

“Move in!”

The figures ran across the area between the capital building and the rest of the city in a large ragged formation. Few guns were left to attempt to stop them, and as soon as they did they were stopped.

Charges were set on the gate and Borman’s men backed up. It blew and several pieces of shrapnel forced several soldiers to stay behind.

The carved oak doors fell charges and strong feet revealing a large ornate entrance room. Two curved staircases were on both sides of the room with a door at the bottom of each. Straight in front was another door, much like the others.

As they came in the balcony was alive with Egyptian soldiers and the Dinosaurs quickly took what cover they could and returned fire.

Bullets replaced paintings and draperies as blood painted a new design on the blue wallpaper. Bits of skull and bone dropped on the floor but were lost in the sound of empty casings and magazines. A surge of Egyptian forces gave them the courage to charge Borman and they came thundering down the stairs.

A massive crystal chandelier was what stopped the Egyptians, bullets had frayed the wires and the vibrations and weakening of supports caused it to crash down. Crystal shot everywhere, in walls, people, doors, and whatever else was in range. The Egyptians made a 180-degree turn and began their quick retreat up the stairs. Dinosaurs flooded into the area before the stairs and entrance doors and opened up on the remnants of the force.

Quickly they paraded up the stairs and came to a long hallway. On both sides Egyptian men opened up, and on both sides Egyptian men fell dead.

The group split in two and went down the hallway. It bent opposite of the path they had taken (Right side bent left, left side bent right) and the men continued down. Single doors opened up to janitor’s rooms and deserted barracks.

At the end the hallways bent back to their original path and the group met at a doubly wooden door.

“Set it.”

The door blew inwards and the men surged forward with their guns up.

A very ornate room came into view with mahogany desks, silk draperies, valuable paintings and more. Unfortunately for Borman it was deserted and their task was not done so looting could not yet commence.

As they began to leave a greedy soldier broke the rules and attempted to steal a Gold rimmed crystal sculpture hanging on the wall. It would not budge so he attempted to twist it and a loud grinding was heard.

Guns were up and pointed at him within seconds and then they went to the doorway that had opened next to him.

Several grunts of the force moved in to find a bedroom matching the style of the office. Their prize was lying on the bed asleep, cotton in her ears.

As the leader walked up he discovered the first lady of Egypt and the president’s daughter, roughly 20 years old.

The leader and several other higher-ups fooled around in the room with the women for roughly 5 minutes before bringing them out kicking and screaming.

“We gotsa objective 2.”
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The room had been fortified to the satisfaction of the general who had assumed control. Sandbags and mattresses covered the doorway. Behind them tables with slightly bulletproof tops had been overturned in a half-circle and the bulk of the Egyptians in that room were behind that.

In the back corner that biggest table with a heavily bulletproofed top had been overturned and the President, the generals and colonels, and twenty or so guards waited.

Aloud grinding reached their ears and the president shot up.

“MY WIFE! MY DAUGHTER! THEY’RE BOTH STILL UPSTAIRS! WE NEED TO GET THEM!”

The president began to ready himself to jump the table but was pulled down. “It’s too late, they’re gone.”

“NO! I WONT LET THEM BE TAKEN!”

He began to beat the general but his hands were forced behind him and he was held in the corner.

“Keep quiet. We may survive if they don’t find us, and your loud voice isn’t exactly helping. Now, Mr. Bradbury, do we have contact with any of the men upstairs?”

“Everyone on the second floor hasn’t replied for a while. Several groups are still waiting on the first floor. And we just gain…never mind, we just lost contact with one.”

“What happened?”

“Well one of the groups on the first floor we thought we had lost said they were going up, now their radio went to static.”

“Damn. Lets just keep quiet, it’s our only chance.”
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The Borman force, still stronger than fifty, made their way over the fresh victims that had just appeared. They made it to the entrance hall and split up into three groups.

The leader and a third of the men went through the door straight in front of them. A small library with bookcases lining the wall and a marble fire-case greeted them. Luckily that was all that greeted them, no bullets or anything of the like.

At the end they went through another door to find a billiards room, crouched in waiting behind the bar were 5 men.

The leader, Brasnosky Vacsichi, made his way to the bar on his crouched legs. He had been in defensive positions several times and knew there was no better place in the room then the bar. He pulled the pin on a grenade and counted to three seconds before it would blow and rolled it in.

“SHIT!”

The bar shook as wood, glass, liquor, blood, and body parts exploded out the side. Glasses rolled off and smashed into the ground as the rest of the liquor collapsed and exploded on the ground.

“Tis a shame, whatever lets go.”

The next door led to a hallway, the other groups had yet to come so Brasnosky doubted that it connected. In front of him was a flimsy wooden door painted white, he kicked it in.

What was obviously the daughter’s room sat inside. Doll collections, posters, pictures, and various other pennants and such hung on the walls. A large bed with draperies on the side sat in the middle, empty of course.

They came out to find the other groups rounding the hallway and coming into view.

“You find anything?”

“No, You?”

“Nothing. Anyone?”

“You know what I’ve been wondering?”

“Yes, I'm physic, no of course I don’t.”

“Well I was wondering, why did the billiards room have a fireplace? I mean the library is right next door and it has a fireplace.”

“You know, that is a point, and its all we have. Let’s go.”

The Borman forces examined both fireplace but found nothing, they were both real.

“Well, the only thing left is what you always see in movies. An entrance behind a bookshelf.”

“Well…uh…I guess one person pre bookcase.”

Eventually a grunt came upon a book ‘The kitchen’ and pulled it out. It stopped after a couple of inches as if frozen when falling off the shelf. He tugged on it again and the bookshelf swung open;

“HERE!”

Inside was a kitchen, no secret room but a kitchen needing to be investigated. As soon as they came in they saw a set of steel swinging doors that were locked from the other side.

“Shoot there!”

The door was shot off and it fell to the ground as they all brought their weapons up and advanced slowly. A single yellow hallway lit by candelabras on the wall led to dual steel doors. Again explosions were put to use and charges were set up at the base and hinges.

They went off and the doors needed some tugging to come down. As they did another much easier obstacle arose. It was a wall seemingly made of pillows, but upon closer investigation it was mattresses and sandbags.

As some men approached to push it aside bullets cut through the mattresses and several of them fell to their deaths.

The corner to the kitchen was what seemed miles away so the men had no option other than crouching down and bracing their guns on their knees.

The men fired blindly into the mattresses before someone managed to sneak up and set up charges and grenades in folds of mattresses and beneath sandbags. He pulled the pins and ran back as the wall collapsed and spilled down on both sides.

Grenades rained down on both and explosions brought up vast amounts of smoke and dust. Dinosaurs quickly changed their vision modes and ran through the smoke. They locked their guns onto their shoulders and drew their sabers. They whirled like the propellers of a plane and those behind the first line of tables were dead.

The smoke was clearing and the Borman soldiers were forced to take cover behind the tables. A man went to grab a grenade but Brasknosky’s hand stopped him.

“We want the leader alive.”

Time passed as a firefight commenced and slowly men dropped on both sides.

“Time to use our SACS.”

Ten men went invisible as their active camouflage came on and they jumped over the table. Hugging the wall they put their guns away and drew their blades once more. When they got to the table they leaned in and began chopping at men there.

The frightened Egyptians fired in the direction of where their comrades were dying and got lucky. A body appeared out of nowhere and rolled down on top of them.

In their situation the Egyptians had not paid attention to the table shaking as several men jumped over. Their sabers sung as heads were taken from shoulders and headless necks spluttered blood like a fountain.

The camo came off and the men grabbed and brought the Egyptian president up. He was pulled over and sat in the only chair that remained as his family was brought out.

His hands and legs were bound to the chair with duct-tape and his body was wrapped several times.

Then his wife and daughter were raped and his eyes were held open to watch it. Afterwards the screaming daughter, still naked, was pulled up. Brasnosky licked her face before putting a bullet in her head. He then did the same to the wife. With several rolls of duct-tape he put them up on the wall and supported them with some pikes so if they fell they would be further desecrated.

Brasnosky unfolded a single note written on lined paper and put it up on his wife’s head. He then took out a small staple gun and fired twice to secure it.

Brasnosky walked over to the Egyptian president and hit him in the pressure point causing him to go unconscious.

The president had the tape bonding him cut and the force made their way out of the complex and to the roof where several Egyptian helicopters waited.

The men piled in and took off as Borman helicopters came to pick up the rest of the men.

“Sir…Sir, are you ok?”

The president put his hands up to his face and felt the cold water spreading all over.

“They…They.”

He jumped up and looked at the wall.

“OH MY GOD! IT WASN’T A DREAM!”

The president clutched his sides and threw up as one of the Egyptian loyalists went over to the bodies.

“Sir, there is one word on the note.”

“Ugh…What is it?”

“Surrender.”
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The aide walked briskly down the marble halls, the sounds of his shoes echoing off the walls. As he approached the Emperor’s chamber the guards grabbed the large ornate knockers and opened the door to allow him entry.

He walked down the red carpet and took a knee in front of the emperor. He put his head down and offered his hands up with the communiqué in them.

Darius took it off and sent him away. He read the not aloud to all the people gathered there.

“Egypt has agreed to unconditional surrender.”

Cheers went through the room and people jumped up and down.

“Now, initiate plan Libya.”

“What’s that?”

“Take Libya.”

Darius wanted to continue ‘liberating’ countries and so wanted the Libyan war over as fast as possible. But the first step of the Libyan war was to secure Tunisia for an invasion.

Darius sent a communiqué asking for Tunisia’s surrender. Immediately following that the transport ships waiting off shore landed.

Gunfire cut down man, woman, and child alike. Canons rained continuously on all who came in range. Thousands of soldiers coursed out of transport ships with more and more coming for the short distance to the homeland.

Conventional missiles slammed into civilian, military, and government buildings alike. Cruise missiles came from the ships docked right off shore and cleared any area that might pose any trouble to the soldiers at all.

Parachute drops took influential and important people hostage, many of them losing their lives.

Chaos ensued in Tunisia, much faster than it did in Egypt due to it’s size.

After several days Tunisia gave unconditional surrender.
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Imperial Palace

The aide gazed into his shoes, polished only a little while ago, to avoid looking at Darius.

“You may speak.”

“Tunisia has given in. The soldiers have been moved to Egypt and are ready to flood in. Those in Tunisia are busy getting to where they are supposed to be. We should be ready in a week or two.”

“Excellent, you may leave.”

“There is something else though sire.”

“What?”

“The riots are growing more fierce and intense. Protesters are becoming rioters and for every protester that becomes a rioter two more complacent citizens take up picket signs.”

“DAMN! We have so many soldiers here, I wanted to use them for liberation but I guess some will have to assist. Alright. Put 5 million of the mobilized men on crowd control. Put them in areas ready to go into rebellion. If there are more left put them in areas from most trouble to least, understood?”

“Yes sire.”

It had been months. The soldiers had taken positions and the charge on Libya had commenced. War had been raging ever since, the Libyans put up the strongest fight. The upper half of Libya was in Borman hands, various areas in the lower half were also in Libyan hands, but none were connected. Supply lines would be opened up to these areas and a strip of land would fall into Borman hands. The area, desperately in need of supplies would start receiving them, but then the path would be re-claimed.

The Libyans had denied Darius commands for surrender multiple times; now he was seeking to end this.

The Libyan army had been scratched down and the Borman forces currently there outnumbered them two to one. But Darius, instead of utilizing these men and their skills, sent in more soldiers, tripling the amount of Borman men there.

Commanders took command of vast amounts of soldiers and pushed over the makeshift Border. These vast forces swept through Libyan land, taking it for Borman and freeing Borman held areas. In a short time almost all of Libya was in Borman hands, but the people at home were still protesting.

Darius thought the idea of another conquest would make them happy, so the order to take the Libyan capital was sent out.
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Thousands of RM-30EP-D tanks crossed the land. Turrets were constantly firing as the might of the tanks brought them and the soldiers behind them closer to the capital.

As they reached the capital the Libyan army declared every man for himself. As the Bormans went through the town they found small bands of soldiers who put up little resistance. In the end the capital building was the only thing standing in Darius’ way of owning Libya.

The iron gets fell to the force of the tanks. Hundreds of men flooded in as soon as they had.

The front door flew open and gunfire opened up. Grenades rained in and when the dust cleared a sizeable force of Libyans lay dead on the ground.

Soldiers ran through the building slaying any and all in sight. As the general in charge went with his men to find the leader others hoisted the Borman flag on the building.

“Leave me be! I surrender.”

The general walked towards the frightened leader and drew his saber, “Too late.”

One swoop and a country fell. The head rolled to the generals feet where he promptly crushed it.

Darius wanted Algeria. It was the last African nation bordering the Mediterranean that needed ‘liberation’ yet he couldn’t do it. Riots were breaking out all over the country and every soldier not on defense was called in to help secure them.

Imperial Palace:

“Sire, you did it too fast. The people are against you, we are no longer on the brink of rebellion, and several areas HAVE rebelled. We can not fight them, you ran the economy into the ground, and it wasn’t helped by the fact it was a communist economy.”

“SHUT UP!”

Darius whipped out a gun and aimed it at the man’s head.

“No sir, don’t. I’ve been with you since the beginning, pleas-”

Darius fired twice and waited as his dull empty corpse slammed onto the ground.

The doors opened as his head of security rushed in.

“Sir, step on the balcony.”

Darius looked out over the capital. The entrance had been breached, willingly. The vast amount of guards at the entrance to the capital hadn’t stopped the people; they joined them and helped them through. A large plaza separated the mob from the walls of the palace. On one side was the mob, on the other 6 lines of dinosaurs took shape with guns at the ready.

“For freedom!”

“For Capitalism!”

“FOR BHALK!!!”

The mass charged and Darius picked up his mega-phone, he would be the one telling the soldiers to open fire.

“Hold!”

The mob continued to charge.

“Hold!”

The soldiers tightened their grips on their guns.

“FIRE!”

The soldiers did a 180-degree turn and opened fire on the guards in front of the door. (Darius replaced the entire palace with guards loyal to him).

The soldiers echoed the cry, “For BHALK!!!” as the mob joined rank with them and they walked through the doors.

Darius spun around and looked at his minister.

“What are we going to do?”

“We have just as many guards as there are soldiers and civilians. The only thing is the guards aren’t entirely your choice.”

“What!?”

“Well there weren’t many people loyal to you. You had only selected enough to guard part of the first floor. So I hired a lot more to guard, I figured if we paid them enough they would be loyal. I have word some of them have released capitalist prisoners.”

“God damn. To the catacombs.”

Darius and his minister opened the secret passage to the tunnel. They quickly stepped in and sealed the door. They walked for a while down winding tunnels and passages, the walls vibrating with gunfire and screaming.

Finally they came to a small dimly lit stone doorway. Darius withdrew and stuck in a large iron key. He opened the door to reveal a damp stone room lit by multiple electric light and expensive heaters. The Buchianan (sp?) rebels who had helped him take power were there in bunk beds.

“We’ve been overrun.”

“DAMN CAPITALISTS!”

“Open the cell.”

One of the men jumped up and opened a thick steel door, light spilling into a small cramped stone room. A single burnt out light bulb hung from the ceiling on a small brown electrical cord. On the right side of the floor the Chancellor sat devouring the meager amounts of food that had been slid in a small while ago. On the left side emperor Bhalk sat, he retained his manners and ate his food slowly and politely.

“BITCH! You capitalist dogs are rebelling.”

“I know.”

“I mean open out rebellion, they’re storming the palace now.”

“That’s good.”

Darius walked over to Bhalk and picked him up. His strength had left him in the few years he had been locked away.

“NOT GOOD!”

“Yes, good.”

The advisor withdrew a silenced pistol and put the barrel to Darius’ head.

“Ron Burgundy, Borman secret Service.”

The rebels started to move slowly towards their guns as Darius was occupied. Ron Burgundy spun around, shot two, and put his gun back at Darius’ head.

“Everyone in the middle with hands in the air.”

As he pried Bhalk from Darius grips the men gathered into the center of the room with their hands up. Ron moved Darius, Bhalk, and Licinius towards the door. Suddenly the blankets stirred as a hidden soldier revealed himself.

“Shoot him! Don’t hit me!”

The soldier attempted to shoot Ron while leaving Darius unharmed, he succeeded. Ron collapsed on the ground, his right hand holding his pistol loosely, and his left hand clutching the bullet wound in his chest.

Suddenly a grenade flew through the open door. The men, including Darius, dove away to avoid the blast. Suddenly sparks flew and smoke started pouring out.

“It’s a smoke grenade, get the emperor!”

One of the rebels ran towards the door, an XM8 sounded and he fell to the ground.

Dinosaurs moved in with their helmets revealing body heat and the wounded Ron as well as Bhalk and Licinius. They were dragged out as more soldiers came in to combat the small force.

Borman was capitalist again…