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IC: As Elasman Airlines Flight 15 from Pschycotic Pschycos landed in Salamari International Airport, Selman and Montar boarded the luggage compartment, and began throwing back luggage to the real airport employees. they came to their packages, and they loaded them onto their own truck, and they drove toward the nearby woods. Shots could be heard from guards, but they were too far away to be hit. As the two arrived at the small mountain lodge, they ditched the airport and brought the packages into a small unmarked, truck. Mina, another O(pressed)P(eoples)(of)A(radnar) operative, got into the back of the truck and began putting the 'device' together. As they entered the suburbs of Dingmar, the capital city, the device was completed. They continued driving through the small suburban area.

They had a conversation as they drove to their own doom. "Why do you both do this?" asked Mina. Selman replied to her: "Because it is the right thing to do. These traitors have handed over the Islands to the Christians," saying the word with a sneer, "and they refuse to submit to Reborn Aradnar, the true King and Ruler of the Elasmus Islands." Montar said then "I can only do this. Once I am dead, the OPA will support my family. I die for my family."
"Look out," said Selman, "the Palace is dead ahead." As they approached the Presidential Palace of Salamari, they stared at it. Is was painted a dull shade of red, a Hammer and Sickle topping the palace, a remnant of when the region was ruled by the Communist leader, President Delimar. As the truck burst through the security checkpoint, the Presidential Guard fired at the truck. They drove to within five yards of the palace, and Mina hit the button.

The truck was immediately incinerated. As the explosion began to spread, the palace was shook at the foundations and began to fall. A disease, Simahudrisam Myhalisam (a deadly disease similar to a combination of smallpox and pneumonia, native to the Islands), was spread into the surrounding atmosphere in highly concentrated levels by the explosion.

A voice hacked into the radios and televisions of Salamari, and a deep voice said: "Aradnar has returned. Surrender to Reborn Aradnar, the Great King of the Elasmus Islands, and you shall have no more grief."

The President of Salamari, Yemena Daalari, who had been in New Constantinople, in a negotiation with President Puller Lunphi of History lovers, was shocked at the preliminary reports of the explosion:
... everyone within a eleven block radius is dead. People all over the city report all the symptoms of S.M, and many more are expected to report with it. Over 600,000 people died in the immediate explosion, with almost 50,000 who are now hospitalized in nearby cities. The entire nation is under complete lockdown. Please respond
- Semanar Gulosi, VP of Salamari

As Lunphi looked at the preliminary report, he exclaimed "Bloody Sengar!"
Daalari replied to him: "Aradnar will pay. Oh, yes. They will pay."

TO: The Democratic Republic of Salamari
FM: The Republic of History lovers.

To all people of Salamari: We express our deepest regret for your loss. We will help you to hunt down and destroy the 'Opressed' Peoples of Aradnar, wherever they may be.

Puller Lunphi
New Constantinople, New Anatolia
President of the Republic

Kalaya Sun, interim ruler of Kzuu Mai, sat in the Presidential Office in the newly-constructed House of Freedom, the centre of Kzuu Mai's democratic government - although democracy was yet to get off the ground. He stared in utter shock at the report from Salamari. His chief advisor stood behind the desk, twisting her hands nervously.

"This is truly terrible, but there isn't much we can do, I think; for the moment we should continue to focus on internally making Kzuu Mai a free nation. We still have a lot of rebuilding to do after the December War, causing funds to be severely limited." she said.

"I know that. But surely we can send a few troops to help hunt out the terrorists?"

"Yes, I suppose we can. But not many."

"Well send the ones we can!"

Honimishu Castle, Pschycotic Pschycos...

Shogun Himura Kenshin sat at his desk reading the evening news.

"Hmmm, it appeares our good friends at Aradnar have done their work well. Lieutenent, get me a secure line to their leader asap!" he said.

"Yes, sir."

If this ever gets out, he thought, we'll be under attack faster than you can say katana.

Maximus Quinteros lay back in his chair. It had been a hard war, but it was over. 2 months off, barring a disaster.

"Honey, there's a phone call for you!" came a shout from the kitchen.
"OK, i'll take it here!"

"Hellllo"
"Maximus, it's Pete. How are you doing?"
"Good, good. Enjoying my break away from fighting."
"Well, actually, that's what i called about. I need a favour."
"Go on."
"There's been a terrorist attack on Salamari. Huge. Nearly a million dead. Looks like chemical warfare."
"And this has what to do with me, Pete?"
"I want you to take TRT's 1 and 2 over there, full equipment, assess the situation from a military standpoint."
"And this is a favour?"
"It's either a favour as a friend Max, or an order from the Prime Minister. You decide."
"Ok ok. you know i'll do it."
"Humvee will be there in fifteen minutes to collect you. Don't be late."

Eemar Sayoma, the dictator of Yoomaras, sat in the Presidential Palace as reports came in about their neighbor, Salamari.
"Almost one million are dead, and many are sick from chemical warfare."
Sayoma replied: "send a message to the Salamarians, expressing our condolences."
"Laren, sir."
Sayoma said to his security adviser: "I want Yoomaras under complete lockdown. I want the military patrolling every street, and no one is to enter or leave the country."
"Laren, Mr. President."
Little did he know that he was too little, too late.

As the van drove into the heart of Yoomaras City, the Military stopped it for a spontaneous search. "S***" said one of terrorists as he shot the soldier. Bullets rang as the van drove even faster toward the Kotor Building, the tallest building in the Islands. One of the terrorists yelled "Bing ma chi en dang donami Elasmus!" (Translation from Old Elasman: For the hope of a united Elasmus!) The van smashed into the building, releasing again S.M. into the atmosphere and forcing the tower to fall into the city.

Official Casualty List:
3,455,621 dead
2,899,739 wounded (including the President w/family)
934,980 sick



Unofficial True Numbers:
9,001,871 dead (including the President w/family)
3,100,002 wounded
1,231,002 sick

The government fell into chaos and General Soon Yaxam took control, the army turning Yoomaras into even more of a dictatorship.

"Mr. President, we can only assume," said the Chief of Staff, "that we are the OPA's next target." he said as they played their weekly game of Trivial Pursuit: Elasman edition.
"It's your move. How do we know it's us? What about Qebec, or one of the other autonomous sections?"
"Because History lovers is a pillar of freedom and democracy in our region. We must be ready for. . .movies, please. . .the attack whenever it comes."
"What movie grossed highest during the rule of SSR Elasmus?" asked the President
"That's easy: Star Wars Episode VI: Return of the Jedi."
"You're right, on both accounts. We must prepare. Send word to General Ulanov. Tell him it's 'time to hunt some orc.'"
"Laren, Mr. President."
"Also, tell him that 'the Enemy plans to strike at Minas Tirith.'
"Code, Mr. President?"
"Yes."

The man carrying the brief case stepped into the subway. New Constantinople had the largest, most complex subway in the Islands. And he planned to blow it. He sat in an empty seat, and opened his briefcase. The small bomb was powerful enough to take out the entire subway system, causing total collapse and killing the many people going through it during rush hour. As the train stopped, the man closed his briefcase and walked toward the center of the train, appearing to be one of the many commuters that had just boarded the subway. "Palace Street Station for routes U, 17, 89, 102, 109, and the Palace Street Subway" said the automated system as they left the station. This would be the closest to the palace possible the terrorist sat in a nearby seat, reopened his briefcase, pulled a gun out of his vest, and fired at the bomb. Nothing happened. No shot rang. The gun was empty. The appearance of the gun drove some near him to draw out security, who arrested the struggling man and dragged him to the police station.

Honimishu Castle, Pschycotic Pschycos...

On the TV was the 6:04 news. Everything was punctual in the nation, so 6:04 meant 6:04. Inside his office, Shogun Himura was watching when an announcment of the botched terrorist attack was made.

"Shit! What do they think they're doing, wasting our Oogles on damn faulty equipment?" he muttered. Picking up the phone, he hooked up a connection to the government of Aradnar. "What the hell do you think you're doing, screwing up like that?" he demanded.

(ooc: Aradnar, I'd like a response to this one either in a footnote, or a whole post, or something of the sort. And maybe, this one should be bugged, so that the plot can develop past just a series of terror attacks.)

As Lunphi walked into the cells below the palace, he had the cell opened and he walked in on the 'terrorist', Janar Revamala, agent of History lovers Intelligence.
"Revamala, good work."
"Thank you, Mr. President."
"I had almost forgotten how you had infiltrated the group, almost a year ago."
"I live to serve the Confederated Union, Mr. President."
"Thank you, Agent Revamala. You have protected us from a serious strike on our very own capital. We're going to keep you to 'exchange you when they capture one of ours. Tell everything you konw to Director Yee."
"Laren, Mr. President."

"Bloody Sengar!" yelled Reborn Aradnar, "You mean that the attack on History lovers failed?!?"
"Laren, Great One."
"Your Greatness," said an aide, "We're being signaled by Pschyotic Pschycos."
What the hell do you think you're doing, screwing up like that?
"Please do not swear, sir." said Aradnar, "You want what happened to Yoomaras to happen to you?"
I apologize. But I still demand an explanation.
"This is it: our man's gun either jammed, or he forgot to load it. The bomb has been confiscated by History lovers. Don't worry. The oogles you gave us have not been spent on that device. That device was Yoomaran. It was stolen during our attack on that country, the attack was a mere diversion. We had meant to destroy New Constantinople, but we have been stopped. The Oogles you gave us have gotten us used AK-47s, Uzis, and Desert Eagles. We plan to strike at the small autonomous section known as Senamari (OOC: Senamari is a small little part of the Islands that has fewer than three million in population). If we can take that section, we will have the Islands at their knees."How is striking some nation without even five million be important to the Islands?
"You will see. Oh, yes, you will see." said Reborn Aradnar with an evil grin.

It better be. And you bought Desert Eagles? Those things are inaccurate to the extreme! That's a waste of oogles.

The terrorist snuck under the Elasmus Union (OOC: The Union is more like a UN from RL World. Has almost no power whatsoever) council room in Senamari City. The representative from History lovers was speaking to the council:
"We must find and destroy the OPA. If these terrorists are not stopped, we may find that every one of the autonomous sections has been taken by the radicals!"
"The Armed Republic Yoomaras seconds the motion by the Confederated Union of History lovers. The terrorists must be stopped."
"Here, here!" came cheers from across the room, especially from areas near the two attacked sections.
"The sovreign section of Senamari reccommends that this issue be postponed. . .indefinitely. The Union simply does not have the resources for this."
"Here, here." came more calls.
"The sovreign section of Arak seconds this call. We cannot rush to war with terrorists! Let the big shots in History lovers and Yoomaras and Salamari complain! But these terrorist are THEIR problem. The entire Union cannot fight this war!"
"If we do not stop them," yelled back the History loverian, "Then the Union will be gone with the wind and Communism will return to the Islands!"
Argument ensued from this, loudly covering over the Chairman, who yelled for order. As the argument began to quiet down, the Senamarian called: "Senamari would not fight the Aradnarites if they stood right here right now!"
"I am happy you feel that way, Representative of Senamari!" came a response from the door. Standing at the door was a terrorist holding dual uzis, flaked by two terrorists armed with AK-47s. Terrorists popped up around the council chambers, brandishing AK-47s, Desert Eagles, and Uzis. They were trapped. Aradnar had struck again.

A rather small space stateion glided over History Lover's capitol late at night. In a small burst of gas, a large capsule floated away and entered the atmosphere. Disguised as a shooting star, 3 unmarked GINN anti-tank/base mobile suits decended upon HL....

http://www.gundamofficial.com/worlds/ce/mechanics/images/ms_ginn_a.gif

Overall height: 21.43 meters
Weight: 78.50 tons
Armament: MMI-M8A3 76mm heavy assault machine gun
MA-M3 heavy blade
M66 Canis short-range guided missile launcher
M68 Pardus short-range guided missile launcher
M69 Barrus heavy ion cannon
M68 Cattus 500mm recoilless rifle

(not all carry all armarment, it's more assorted)
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(OOC: I'll post the attack later, so I'll leave in suspense as to their power. 21 meters is about 2.5 stories tall.)

OOC: Holy Spit, those things are HUGE! PLEASE tg me with a weakness.
CUHL

IC: "The OPA has taken the Council Chambers!" yelled an aide to President Lunphi.
Lunphi leapt to his feet and ran for the War Room, as his aides were warming it up for the first time since the December War.
"I want troops deployed to Senamari. I don't give a spit if they want us to stay out of it, but our people in there are at risk."
"Laren, sir. They'll probably want us to be there anyway. Our army is bigger than their entire population, and they most certainly are not prepared to deal with a hostage crisis."
"Yes, aide, carry on. Wait!" said Lumphi as the aide was walking out, "I want a half million troops deployed around New Constantinople. I want quarterly MiG flights and half-hourly Zero flights. Do not interfere with normal traffic in and out of the city in the air or on the ground. I do not want checks. I want them on call if Aradnar tries something."
"Laren, Mr. President."

SECURE TRANSMISSION

To: History Lovers/Salmari/Yoomaras
From: Kalaya Sun, Kzuu Mai
Re: Terrorism

Although the effects of the December War are still wearing off, we have decided to aid you, as History Lovers was one of those who helped us to liberate ourselves.

We offer you support from small percentage of Kzuu Mai's army, as well as air support from our remaining aircraft. This will number perhaps ten thousand soldiers, and around fifty aircraft (30 Kt-14s and 20 Kz-21s). Should the need arise, more soldiers can be sent, although we will need good reason to send many more. APCs, tanks and artillery can also be sent, as can anti-terrorism specialists, if the need arises.

We will listen to advice from you referring to their deployment, although the final decision will rest with me and my government.

From Kalaya Sun, Interim Ruler of the Free States of Kzuu Mai

END TRANSMISSION

(OOC: Also, the last 3 meters are just the crest on their heads.)

Over History Lovers' Capitol, as HL President was issuing orders...

Burning through the night air, the capsule slowed down and cooled off. Explosive bolts went off, and the panels fell away, exposing the suits, which jumped off, and glided the rest of the way down.

Demon-1: M66 Canis short-range guided missile launcher

Demon-2: M69 Barrus heavy ion cannon

Demon-3: MMI-M8A3 76mm heavy assault machine gun & MA-M3 heavy blade.

The suits began fiiring as they touched down.

"All right, you know your targets, don't mess up, and get out of here!"

"Roger!"
"Roger!"

Demon-2 unleashed its heavy ion cannon into the palace, Demon-1 unleashed its four missiles into the surrounding government complex, while Demon-3 stood guard, and shot at the various military vehicles around.

"Palace leveled!"

"Complex demolished! Let's get out of here!"

The three lit up their thrusters, and made a mad dash for the coast, hoping like hell that a random AAA wouldn't take them out (hint, hint).

Nothing to tie the suits to PP existed.

Terrorist Response Teams 1 and 2 loaded their gear into the Humvees at the Salamari miltary base. The teams consisted of 4 men each, one lead by General Quinteros, the other by Sergeant Dmitri Arnov.

(Team One:

Rodney Gordon - Marksman - Barrett .50 cal sniper rifle, MP5K submachinegun
Jeremy Kawaleski - Heavy Weapons - M60 HMG, P90 assault rifle
Jack O'Neill - Logistics - P90 assault rifle, Glock 19 Revolver x 2
Rufus Everett - Demolitions - P90 assault rifle, Desert Eagle .357 Magnum

Team 2

Rob Shurgart - Marksman - Druganov V1 sniper rifle, M4 carbine
Tom Blackburn - Heavy Weapons - SAW, Steyr assualt rifle
James Huntley - Logistics - SA-80 assault rifle, Beretta 9mm
Harry Chiang - Demolitions - M14 carbine, vintage M1 Garand rifle

Both teams equipped with full combat body suits, full face rebreathers, smoke and fragmentation grenades.)

The teams marched professionally towards the military encampment, awaiting a greeting party. If the terrorists thought they were invincible, they had met their match.

IC: "Thank goodness, they hit Old Elasmus, not New Anatolia. All MiGs, launch to take out the enemy mechs." said Lunphi.
"We need to find out whose mechs these are."
"No. We already know. They're from someone in Greater Prussia, but we can't pinpoint exactly."
an aide said, "Sir, I didn't mention it before. The terrorist we caught in the metro had a visa on him. It was from Pschycos."
"That's it! Now, as soon as the situation in Senamari is over, I want the 2nd fleet en route to Greater Prussia at full speed. Leave the battleships behind if they'll take too long. I want them down for the count"
"Laren, sir."

OOC: There's an identical palace in each of the 88 autonomous sections. No one can tell the difference if they're not from the Islands. No one truly knows where each autonomous section is compared to another, officially. Especially in History lovers. No one knows truly except for Islanders, and maps are never drawn with political boundaries. It's simply tradition.

Over HL...

"Shit! Enemy contacts, a bunch of them, coming from behind!" shouted Demon-3.

"Damnit!"

"GO! Get to the coast. I'm the only one with the proper configuration to defend. I'll hold em' off!" replied Demon-3.

"Roger!" Demons-1 and -2 maintained their course. D-3 remained behind.

"Die, asswipes!!" he shouted, and let lose his heavy assault gun. at the approaching MiGs.

Off the Coast...

A rusty grain hauler sat idle in the water. Demon-1 and -2 came up and quickly stowed away. Minutes later, the grain hauler was away into international water.

"They're out of History lovers, sir."
"Good." said Lunphi. "Release the J-33s and destroy the grain hauler."
"Roger that, Mr. President."
The J-33s flew at ultrasonic speed at the hauler, and unleashed their deadly missiles into it. Zeroes quickly entered the area after the J-33s left, and made sure there were no remains.

IN SENAMARI

The anti-terror operatives entered the building. They snuck through the ventilation shafts as they approached the main meeting hall. They then jumped out of the shafts, killing the terrorists as they went. Final casualty report:
Starting (Dead)
Terrorists 34 (34)
Representatives 80 (2)
A-T operatives 9 (1)

OFFICIAL TELEGRAM TO KZUU MAI:
On behalf of the Elasmus Union and all of the Islands, we express our greatfulness for your help. We wish you to deploy your troops for now into Senamari, where there is a huge Aradnar attack currently taking place. Also, if any naval vessels are to spare, we would request that they join the History loverian 2nd Fleet to eventually go to Greater Prussia to attack supporters of the Aradnarites. Our specific target, however, is classified. - Puller Lunphi

PRIVATE TELEGRAM TO KALAYA SUN
We are going to attack Pschyotic Pschychos in Greater Prussia. Please keep this information classified. - Puller Lunphi

Honimishu Castle...

"You mean to tell me that a radical group got there hands on 3 GINNs, and attack, HL, and there are terrorists in our nation? And a grain hauler under our flag has been attacked in international waters? I won't have this!" shouted the Shogun. "Are the Zimmermann Classes ready? I want them to thwart any threat, GO GO GO!!!"

MESSAGE SENT TO THE SHOGUN OF PSCHYCOTIC PSCHYCOS
Do not try to play the Confederated Union for fools. We know that you are behind the OPA in their attacks on three of the sovreign Autonomous Sections of the Elasmus Islands (namely Salamari, Yoomaras and Senamari) and that you have attacked the autonomous section of Old Elasmus, a member of the Confederated Union, and that you have murdered thousands of government personnel including military and civilian persons. Your attacks will NOT be tolerated. You will either officially acknowedge your link to the OPA and renounce them, therefore making up for this attack, or you will be attacked by a Coalition so large so fast your head will spin as if the Death Star hit it at full power.
Yours, Puller Lunphi, President of the Confederated Union of History lovers

SECURE TRANSMISSION

To: Puller Lunphi
From: Kalaya Sun
Re: Terrorism

Our troops will be deployed in Senamari, in accordance with your reccomendations.

Unfortunately, our naval fleet is nothing to be proud of; as you probably know, we lost the majority of it in the December War. However, we have some submarines, which can be sent, and one aircraft carrier, two cruisers and a battleship have been patched up. These vessels can be sent to accompany your fleet.

Kalaya Sun

END TRANSMISSION

* * *

"OK people, move it!" roared a commander, gesturing towards the entrance of the nearest of the dozens of helicopters with his gun. "Senamari ain't gonna need us at Christmas, they need us now!"

Boots thumped endlessly on the runway, as the soldiers sprinted for the helicopters. The loud, menacing whirr of the rotor blades cleaving the air filled the air, drowning out the yells of the soldiers. Pilots lowered themselves into the cockpits of the fighters that would be accompanying them.

As one, the helicopters lurched off the ground, speeding away towards Senamari. The Kt-14s rumbled along the runways and took off, the pilots gritting their teeth with frustration at being forced to crawl along next to the carriers.

PP Coast line...

It was a foggy dawn at the exit to the locks. Just lone couples were enjoying the mist at the beach. Out of the quiet, a roar began to grow. Soon, it was clear the sound of cascading waters. Out of the channel, a loud blast of a foghorn echoed as the bow of the P.P.S. Zimmermann burst forth into view. The large ship moved swiftly, and was followed by more, and still more, until about 25 had passed through. Following these were the three Arkhangel battlecarriers, the twelve regular carriers, cruisers, subs, and finally, the support ships. They all swiftly moved into the open ocean. Once at sea, they sat at 50 miles out, in an almost dense formation. The entire navy was ready.
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Telegram to Histlry Lovers:

Whether or no twe are harboring terrorists is no longer an issue.
The fact is that you attacked a ship under our flag in international
waters with no warning. We consider this an act of war. On this day
in AC 116, I have officially signed papers for a deleration of war against
your nation, and any of your allies. The theft of 3 GINN type mobile
suits was recorded a week prior to this attack, so our government
has nothing to do with this, however, we shall still do battle with you as
you have already attacked us. We will also not renounce any ties to any
orginization, as that will go against our rule of negotiating with war monggers
And one more thing, DO NOT speak of a Death Star to me.

Sincerely,

Shogun Himura Kenshin
-Shogun of Pschycotic Pschycos-
-Founder of the Earth Alliance-
-Grand Admiral of the R.P.N.-

The aircraft rumbled through the sky towards Senamari, the soldiers inside shifting nervously on their seats, clutching their weapons until their knuckles went white. The escorting planes had just been refueled, and they were making good progress towards their target.

* * *

The sad remnants of Kzuu Mai's fleet were leaving port, followed by the subs sliding silently beneath.

* * *

OOC: History Lovers, I'm a democracy now, so there's no need to re-invade me.

HMSB...

"Move, move, move! Come on, we need to get to the coast, pronto!"

The mobile suit corps. mostly GINNs were moving to protect the coastline. It was a relatively small force as of now, all resources weren't wanted to be lost in this defence. The regular army wouldn't need too much help.

TO PSCHYOTIC PSCHYCOS:
You ought to know that your country has very lax security if an extremist group were to steal hyper-advanced technology from your military. We also KNOW that you are connected to the OPA. You will be exposed.
Puller Lunphi, President of History lovers.
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SENATE INTELLIGENCE COMMITEE'S FINAL REPORT ON CONNECTION'S BETWEEN THE EARTH ALLIANCE OF PSCHYOTIC PSCHYCOS AND THE OPRESSED PEOPLES OF ARADNAR

Large amounts of evidence have been found condemning the Earth Alliance of connections to the OPA.

Exhibit A: A passport found to History lovers from Pschyotic Pschycos on the person of a terrorist captured in CUHL earlier this month. A terrorist that was a citizen of History lovers and a wanted criminal in our nation.

Exhibit B: Pschycos oogles found in NUMERICAL ORDER by serial number on terrorists in Senamari.

Exhibit C: A recorded audio tape of a conversation between Shogun Himura Kenshin and Kalmara Danha, AKA Reborn Aradnar, by telephone soon before the attacks in Senamari.

Exhibit D: Wreckage from a 'GINN' type mobile suit from Pschycos, piloted by someone wearing a Pschycos uniform, found in the Autonomous Section of Old Elasmus, a member of the Confederated Union.

Therefore, there is undeniable solid evidence showing that the Earth Alliance of Pschyotic Pschycos has repeatedly attempted to overthrow the government of the Confederated Union of History lovers. This committee reccommends that immediate action be taken against this thread
Signed,
Senator Darka Molaris
Chairman of the CUHL Senate Intelligence Committee
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STATEMENT ISSUED BY THE LUNPHI ADMINISTRATION
I, Puller Lunphi, citizen of New Anatolia and History lovers, second President of the great Confederated Union of History lovers, being of complete sound mind and body, do herefore make a declaration of war against the Earth Alliance of Pschyotic Pschycos.

Puller Lunphi
President of the Confederated Union of History lovers
New Constantinople, New Anatolia
The Confederated Union of History lovers
The Elasmus Islands

OOC: [Jumping up and down waving frantically, trying to attract attention] Could somebody please respond to some of my posts. I'm starting to feel left out :( Nah, only joking. But still. ANYONE!!!!! :D

IC: Teams 1 & 2 were resting against the side of the Humvees, checking their gear in typical military fashion. The team leaders were debating nearby with a young lieutenant, attempting to arrange a meeting with someone in power. Contact had been sent back to Shinbreakers, and a small military force was being assembled incase the local governments called for international aid. All they could do for now was wait...

PPCAFB....

"All units, you are clear to roll," said the calm voice in the earpiece of the pilots' helmet. The 20 EB-52 stealthfortresses accelerated down the runway, and soared into the air.

"Apparently, these scum think we started it," muttered the OSO. "Looks like it's time to really start it now!"

"Shut up, Jim. Whether or not it was us who funded them or not, it no longer matters," said the pilot of the lead bomber. "All that matters is that a ship bearing our flag has been sunk. We need to retaliate. It is in the bushido,"

The planes veered off in the direction of the enemy fleet. Total payload was marked at 20 HARPOON anti-ship, white phosphorous tipped missiles. Wing mount payload, unknown.
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OOC: All you're doing is posting useless crap. Post your mobilization or something, or an approaching fleet, and you'll really get an acknowledgement.

OOC: Okaaaaaay. I don't see the need for calling it useless crap. And as for approaching fleet or whatever, i did send a batch of men into Salamari, and made it pretty obvious they wanted to make some contact. I'm not exactly planning to throw my entire military into the conflict, seeing as how it has just returned from the original conflict against Kzuu. So lay off the insults will you.

OOC: Shinbreakers - I am RPing bueareaucracy. Am I doing a good job? ;).

IC:
"Welcome to the Elasmus Islands, gentlemen. I apologize for your wait, but some incompetents did not inform on-duty personell of your arrival. I am Colonel Illy Petrich Saratov of the History lovers Armed Forces. Now, getting down to business, We need you to report to a small city up in the mountains called Shimara. We can arrange transport by helicopter, or you can take your humvees. The village is within strike of a OPA base. It would be helpful if you could take them out."
(OOC: Shinbreakers, I give you the authority to do this however you wish. Aradnar will not call godmode)

Senamari loomed in the distance. The accompanying aircraft broke away from the helicopters, immediately accelerated massively, and vanished from sight. The helicopters landed slowly in an airfield near to Senamari, where some History Loverians were waiting. The doors opened and the soldiers, pleased to be finally free, clambered out and formed into relatively neat ranks. Their uniforms were the same as they had been under Kzuu, but the pickaxe crossed with a gun had been removed and replaced with a red sun with a black, predatory pawprint on it.

The commander walked towards the History Loverians, a few representatives of the government and army.

"Army of Kzuu Mai, 4th Infantry Division. Here to help with threat of terrorism in History Lovers and allies." he reported, although the History Loverians already knew that.

OOC: A division is about 10000 soldiers, right?

EB-52's...

"Coming up on release point for HARPOONs." stated the OSO.

"Roger that. Remember, the moment those doors open, we can be seen by all," returned the pilot.

"Yeah, I know....It's time." he replied. Pressing a button with his foot, he said, "Computer, attack predesignated targets with bay-one payload and bay-two payload"

The computer responded.

Attacking predesignated targets.
Bay-one door, coming open...open.
Bay-one payload...ejecting.
Bay-one payload...away.
Bay-one door, closing...closed.
Bay-two door, coming open...open.
Bay-two payload...ejecting.
Bay-two payload...away.
Bay-two door, closing...closed

The stealthfortress's 20 HARPOONs were on their way for the enemy fleet that was assembling. The process was repeated with the other 5 bombers in the flight. All 100 were away. Although it seemed like overkill, it was really just insurance.

"Let's go, were about to be picked up by RADAR," said the DSO.

"Roger, coming 180* now to heading zero-nine-zero," replied the pilot, and the large bombers began their slow turn for home.

OOC: Psychos, are you attacking History Lovers' Fleet, or my ships that are going to join with it?

OOC: If your ships are already with the main fleet, than yes. I'm attacking the main force.

The few remaining ships cleaved the waves, heading for the History Loverian fleet which was now visible in the distance. Quite suddenly, above the History Loverians, a group of bombers appeared in the sky, immediately bombing the ships below.

"Where the hell did they come from?!" roared the Captain.

"I don't know, sir." was the immediate reply.

"We have some aircraft on the carrier, right? Launch 'em, kill 'em."

A little while later, down on the aircraft carrier's deck, the pilots sprinted for their craft, taking off with loud roars.

A few miles away, and several thousand feet below Ace3 could see a battlegroup slicing through the water. It was either Kzuu Maian or History Loverian, but they were about to be in real trouble. Orders were to protect the ships. The Psychotic Psycos had planes in the sky. Not for long. "Ace3, this is Superman, we see the enemy aircraft approaching."

"Acknowledged Superman. Red Leader to all flight teams. Stand by to engage"

"Blue Leader, locked and loaded"
"Gold Leader, ready"
"Green Leader, ready"

"Engage. All targets to be eliminated, those ships must make it." Ace3 locked his main missile systems and swooped towards the bombers, his fellow pilots behind him all the way.

"Shit, shit shit!!!" shouted the radar officer. "We got company, heading, one-eight-zero. Range, 100 miles."

"Roger," returned the pilot. Now over the radio, "all crafts, incoming bandits at one-eight-zero degrees. Let's show them that stealth ain't all we got."

Back to his DSO, "Bill, get 'em ready!"

"Roger!" he flicked a few switches.

Targets identified.
Preparing to engage.
Awaiting ideal range.

Outside on the wing pylons, a low growl began...

"Bill, have the air mines ready too."

"Roger."

Bandits in range, engage?"

"Computer, engage."

Engaging now

Outside the lead bomber, SIDEWINDER ATA missiles launched straight foward off their rails, total, 6. A few moments after launch, the missiles fliped back toward the bomber, and flew over it back toward the enemy in an "over the shoulder" manuever.
"All craft, engage at will," the pilot radioed, and the others began to fire at their own targets. "ECM, get me full on the jamming!"

"Roger," replied the ECM officer. "Jamming all enemy frequencies...NOW!"

"We don't go down that easy..."
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OOC: HARPOONs are anti-ship missiles. The bombers need be only about 100 miles away to launch them, not directly over them.

Admiral Laretaday was on the bridge of his battleship, the HLV Stalin's Bane , when the call came in:
"Sir, radar detects several bombers from Pscycos attacking moving in at high speed."
"Sithspit, I want anti-air defenses prepped and ready. I want the MiGs on all carriers launched. I also want J-33 support from New Anatolia."

OOC: I have modified my battleships to have anti-air weapons.

IC: "They are launching HARPOONs!"
"I want them gone. Get the JOCHIs in the air now!

OOC: JOCHIs are similar to a PATRIOT missile system, just slightly less advanced.

IC:
IN NEWCON COMMAND

"Mr. President, we have word from Admiral Laretaday of an enemy attack! We just lost communications, probably because of jamming."
"I want the J-33s to take those bombers out. Take them out!" said President Lunphi.

P.P.S. Arkhangel...

"Admiral, the airforce's bombers are about to swallow it!" shouted the radar officer.

"Damnit! Give them support!" he ordered. "Linear catapults, full power, red alert! Scramble all fighters!"

Out inside the flightdecks, planes began shooting up the acess elevators, and out into the sky, propelled by electromagnetics. Soon, all 100 were up, each armed with 6 PHOENIX ATA missiles. The two other Arkhangel class carriers were also launching theirs. They had an attack rang of 150 miles.
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Once in range, they attacked with thier missiles.

The aircraft of the KMS Crimson Sky shot through the sky towards the bombers attacking History Lovers' fleet. Aircraft were everywhere; Shinbreakian and History Loverian planes were also attacking the Psychotic bombers. Suddenly, one of the Kzuu Maian Kt-14s exploded in the sky, the pilot's scream transmitted back to base.

"Hostiles! Hostiles! MISSILES!" cried the leader, casting about frantically. She opened communication to all the Kt-14s. "We have hostile missiles coming our way. Avoid them, and follow me. We'll show 'em what happens when you attack the mighty Kzuu Maian Airforce."

* * *

Back on the Crimson Sky, the Captain was barking orders down a microphone.

"Launch the Kz-21s! Attack the hostiles! Quickly!"

"Charlie6, we got incoming missiles."
"I read you Charlie6. All squadrons take evasive action." Ace3 looked forward to see the missiles streaking through the air towards Green Squadron. "Green 2, that you Snipes?"

"Snipes here, i got one coming straight at me. I think i can spin it. Wait. SHIIIIIIITT!!!" Ace3 flinched as his comrade's fighter was blown into micro particles.
"Green 3, you've got one on your six!"
"What?! SHI-" The explosion ripped through the air as the missile collided.
Ace3 was watching his men die and had to do something. "Green Leader, get out of here, you can't make it alone."
"I know Red Leader, but i ain't runnin' away."
"Damn it Rob, that's an order, go back to base."
"Sorry Red Leader, no can do, i'm going in." Off to his left Ace3 watched as the last remaining jet of Green Squadron plunge towards one of the forward bombers, taking a hit to the wing as he went, but getting ever closer to the huge aircraft, the collision inevitable. He saw crew bailing out of the bomber and ejecting moments before the crash. An almighty explosion tore the air apart as the two aircraft met in mid-air, vaporising everything involved. Green Leader could have ejected, but from his position, Ace3 could not tell who the parachutes belonged to.

"Gold Leader here, we are within missile range. Locked and loaded"
"Blue Leader, same here."
"Alright, all squadrons engage! I repeat, engage!" Ace3 tilted the stick forward and soared at the lead bomber. 'TARGET LOCKED'. Howling with joy and rage, he squezzed the trigger.

"Engage!" roared a Squadron leader, as the Kzuu Maian aircraft shot towards the Psychotic ones. Missiles shot out of the leading planes, streaking through the sky towards the enemy. "Kill 'em dead!"

The considerably faster Kt-14s had caught up with the recently-airborne Kz-21s, and the two kinds of plane mingled in the sky, many of them firing repeatedly towards the enemy.

"Shinbreakian aircraft incoming." reported a pilot.

"Excellent. I'll attempt to open contact." repiled the leader. "Shinbreakian Squadron, this is the leader of the 5th Kzuu Maian Kt-14 Squadron. Requesting communications."

* * *

OOC: Is Senamari still under attack, History Lovers?

IC: The 4th Kzuu Maian infantry division marched for the centre of Senamari, weapons at the ready, fully expecting a terrorist to leap out at any time.

OOC: RPing the death of my bomber is godmodding, however, I will except it cause it gives a good basis for something else.
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"Hold on, people!," shouted the pilot of one of the lead bombers. He watched as the stricken fighter bore down on them. "Wait for it...wait for it...NOW!" He jammed hard on the control stick, sending the massive bomber into a barrelroll trying to escampe collision. His timing was off by a few seconds, but that was all that was needed as the enemy blew through the outboard wing tank, setting it on fire.

"SHIT!! She's gonna blow!!" shouted the copilot, seconds before the entire right wing was engulfed in flames.

"No one bails!" shouted the pilot. Using the momentum of the roll, he was able to slingshot the craft back into the air toward the fray. As he stalled behind the other bombers, just 4 engines working now, he pulled up what looked like a pen with a wire on it. "GO TO HELL!!!" he shouted, pressing the button on the end. The entire blew apart in a cataclismic explosion, sending thousands of pieces of shrapnel into the enemy formation like rockets.
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Lead Bomber...

Warning, incoming missile

"Computer, engage using 50 caliber air mine," said the DSO.

Out back, the ball turret rotated. Instead of a 20mm AA shell, a large shell was fired, and exploded in front of the missile, releasing strips of metal that shreaded the missile to pieces.
"Computer, engage all enemies in range of the air mine, said the DSO.

Engaging all enemies in range.
The turret began moving again, this time picking out fighter craft.
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LOCKED said the voice in the pilots helmet.

"Allright," he muttered, pulling the trigger. The F-14 began spewing 50 caliber shells into the nearest fighter as it sprinted past. The air fleet from the battlegroup had arrived at the fray, and the mass of planes was now slamming into the enemy formation, recklessly firing at anythingin front of them, in a tactic that would either utterly destroy, or utterly confuse, the enemy.
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Flagship P.P.S. Arkhangel...

"Helmsman, all ahead full. We're not waiting to be attacked, let's get in their and attack while we have the chance!" roared Admiral Isoruku Yamamoto III, the CO of the battlegroup. The battlecarrier surged foward, now under full power, and attaining max. speed. The other ships, seeing what was happening, advanced with them, closing the distance to the enemy fleet. Out front, unkown to the enemy, was a screen of subs at varying depths...

OOC: Psychotic Psyhcos: Sorry about the bomber. At the time i did realise it was wrong of me to be killing off one of your bombers, but i tried to compensate by giving the bailing out option. I sort of needed to do it for my own guy to die.

IC: Ace3 evaluated the situation on his headset. Green Squadron had been wiped out. Gold Squadron had lost one to shrapnel from the exploding bomber, pilot had bailed in time. He watched as one of Blue Squadron took a pummelling from a heavy machine gun, causing a fuel tank to ignite. He saw the pilot bailing as the aircraft burst into flame, only for him to be shredded by the machine gun. That left him with himself and 6 jets in the air. Logic dictated he turn back and head for base. But since when had he been logical.

"Death or Glory, boys!"
"Yes Sir!" came multiple replies through his earpiece. The seven jets rocketed towards the bombers one last time, all weapons firing. They would surely all die, but they would make them hurt.

"Hey Boss," yelled the radar operator over the intercom. "We got shit flyin' at us!"

"Hold on!" returned the pilot. Switching to the radio, he said, "Flight, manuever number 42!"

The formation of bombers lowered their noses to a 60* angle straight for the ocean. Their speed increased to at least 25% of their normal max. The stress became high, especially on the extremities, the wings. Pieces of metal could be seen flying off, now shrapnel for any following jets, or missiles.
"Open up with the air mines! Go to manuel, and pump out rounds!" shouted the pilot. "Shit!"
"Number 3 nasacal has been hit and is useless," calmely said his copilot, who had been tragically born without a personallity.
"It's dead weight, prime it, and then eject it!"
"Roger."
The number three nasacal, consisting of engine 5 and 6 popped off the wing and seemed to float back up to the pursuers. 10 seconds after separation, it detonated, again sending out a cloud of shrapnel, added to that of the air mines.
"Altitude warning, 1000 feet," said the co.
"Roger, give me some help," he replied. The two of them hauled back on the control stick, pulling the massive brick out of its decent, and back to level flight, along with the other surviving 8. They finally leveled at 20 feet, well, almost all.

"OH FU.....!!" *static* One of them couldn't pull out, and slammed into the ocean going in excess of 600 miles per hour. What had been a peak of PP air technology was now reduced to 20 pieces of metal alloy, and a burning oil slick.

"Damnit!" roared the lead pilot. "Those bastards!"
"Entering range of fleet cruisers," stated the radar operator.
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P.P.S. Osaka...

The lock tone had been ringing through the CIC for a few minutes now, but they had hesitated to ensure that friendly fire would not happen. Now, they had a clear path for the missiles. On deck, SAM missiles began rapidly firing from the deck mounted launcher, and the picture was the same on her sister ships. A number of missiles were now burning for the enemy....
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OOC: No prob. Like I said, it set up for something I've allways wanted to do. I would've had the bomber go either way. You don't escape from that situation, ever.

EB-52 Flight...

"YEE-HAW!!" shouted the lead pilot, riding what seemed to be a wave of fire. "Jim, keep up those countermeasures!"
"Sure thing, Boss," he replied. The bombers were equiped with overpowered laser pointers, blinding any heat-seekers, and chaff was being ejected like a blizzard. The only threat left was the cannon fire, and that was no big deal.
"DAMNIT!!"
A hole had been punched through the verticle stabilzer, still, the thing could effectively fly on.
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Fleet Airforce....

"All units, this is lead. Pick out targets, and fire all remaining PHOENIX missiles."
"Roger." The planes picked out their targets, and lossed the rest of the missiles, a total now of about 300, into the enemy formations. They then proceded to follow in with their cannons.

OOC: ****** ************ *******!!! MY BLOODY LITTLE BROTHER USED MY ACCOUNT!!! ********* ***********!!! HE'S IN BIG TROUBLE!!! I DID NOT DO THE ENTIRE POST!!! PLEASE DISREGARD!!! **** annoying little brothers everywhere.

Back to the subject, yes. Senamari is still in trouble.

IC: The MiG-19s flew at the enemy, and the leader said, 'let's kick some Communist behinds!'
With a chorus of 'yeahs', the MiG-s fired missiles and engaged the enemy

OOC: Since I cannot be assured that it was your little brother who posted that, you'll have to deal with the LIBRA OAP. I'll need a damage report in your next post.

IC:

Lead Bomber...

"Boss, all missiles are being taken care of by the countermeasures, and the flight has engaged them with about 300 missiles, we are in the clear. 5 more minutes, and we'll be in our airspace, and their remains will be toast," stated the radar operator.

OOC: For the love of. . .please listen. I do not recognize that such weapons exist. I am an MT nation and such a device is not MT. I can barely accept the mechs that you sent against me. I recognize that you are angry because of the attack on your capital city. Didn't you see the misspellings, the bad grammar and the idiocy? I affirm (I cannot swear) that I would never post a message using bad grammar or spelling unless I am A)misinformed on spelling or B)trying to get a serious point across. Please understand this. To RP such a major attack without contacting me first is a godmod even if I recognized the device's existance. Small-to-medium scale attacks can be take-and-pick, but large attacks should be discussed with the nation you are attacking. I beg you to see reason.

My brother will never be doing that again. I will never again forget to log off before leaving the computer. I was not even home when he did that. I was performing service for Martin Luther King Jr. Day at the time and did not get home until after the post was made and I was playing Half-Life 2 until I logged on after dinner.

I have deleted the post and hereonout I expect everyone to ignore the fact that it was ever there.

CUHL

OOC: OK guys, looks like the three of us need to chill a bit here. I hope i don't sound patronising. If i do, tell me and i'll slap myself around the head :D

Psychotic Psychos - HL said his bro did it, so we might as well take his word for it, whether its the truth or not. He sounds honest enough and in previous RPs he never did stuff like that, so i believe him.

History Lovers, i've got a little bro too. I left MSN Messenger on and he started a conversation with my girlfriend( :eek: ), so i know what interference can be like :mad: I found a good whack on the head stopped him from doing it again :D .

Anyway, lets all get back to the story. History Lovers- Is anything going to be done with my Terrorist Response Teams (Pages1,2,3) or should i just forget they ever existed and stick with big forces. Just that it seemed a cool idea at the time (ever read Tom Clancy's Rainbow Six?) Let me know anyway.

All right. I have friends who did that once, even stole my nation. I'm sorry, I have a short temper. I deleted that part.

Also, if any of you feel the neede/want to jump to space tech. I have an alliance formed to help you. Look for "Announcing the Formation of the Earth Alliance!!" in the forums. Directions from there.

OOC: Thank goodness we got that straightened up.
Shinbreakers, I want your anti-terrorist forces in Senamari, where there's a bloody civil war going on between government soldiers and the OPA terrorists. Kzuu Mai has his soldiers there too. Kzuu, I hope you don't mind that the OPA is going to attack you on this post.
On another note, could someone please tell me how to post a map of HL onto this thread. It would help with this immensely.

IC: The Kzuu Maian infantry marched through the small city. They were approaching the History lovers' base on the far side, when an RPG flew at them. Terrorists came out everywhere. The Kzuu Maians had been ambushed.

The History loverian base heard the RPG shot and soldiers began moving out of the base. The Base Commander spoke to Quinteros: "We've heard that the Kzuu Maians on their way here have been ambushed by terrorist forces. I know that Kzuu Mai and Shinbreakers aren't the. . .best of friends. . .to put it mildly. . .it would be quite helpful if you would work with them. Please?"

AT THE SEA BATTLE (HEREAFTER KNOWN AS THE BATTLE OF NEW LATIUM GULF)

MiGs flew left and right, weaving around the PP planes, shooting with all weapons.

Telegram: From HLV Stalin's Bane to NewCon Command

To: Denethor, c/o White Tower.
Orcs strike at Osgiliath. We cannot hold much longer. Send the Eagles for help. Please.
- Faramir

(TRANSLATION: To: Lunphi, NewCon Command. Enemy planes are attacking. HELP!!! We need the militia. - Laretaday)
AT NEWCON COMMAND
"I want a coded message sent to Militia HQ about sending Zeroes to help." said Lunphi.
"Laren, sir."

OVERLAND TELEGRAM FROM NEWCON COMMAND TO MILITIA HQ

To: Theoden, c/o Golden Hall -
Send Rohirrim to Osgiliath.
- Denethor

(TRANSLATION: To (classified leader of Militia), Militia HQ - send Zeroes to point Osgiliath - Lunphi)

Flagship, P.P.S. Zimmermann...

"Admiral Yamamoto, we are moving into range of the 18 inchers." shouted an officer.

"Good. Radio the fleet, I want formation one-eight-zero," replied the Admiral.

"Aye, Aye, Sir!"

In a matter of minutes, the fleet had rearranged itself into a "V" shape arrow.

"Helmsman," roared the Admiral. "Give me maximum combat speed."
"AYE!"
"Sir, moving into range of all batteries."
"Good."
"Formation one-eight-zero complete, Sir"
"Open with turrets one, two, and three!"
"AYE, AYE!"

The battleships attained their maximum speed of 35 knots, and came into a game of chicken with enemy ships, openning up with the nine fowared 18 inch barrels. Volley upon volley was fired straight at the enemy ships. Each of the battleships was on a collision course with the enemy.
"Do not veer from this course!" roared the Admiral. "If they don't move, hit them!"
"SIR, YES SIR!" returned the helmsman.
"They'll think we're crazy by the time we're done with them..."

OOC: HL, thanks for attacking me. I was unsure what to do....

IC: Commander (OOC: I don't know much about ranks, either) Tuun Sala dived on the floor as soon as he heard the RPG shot, clutching his helmet to his head as he roared "Ambush! Open fire! Now!"

The ground shook as the shot hit the ground, sending a half dozen soldiers only a few metres from Sala flying into the air with loud screeches.

"Kill 'em all!"

Twisting round but staying on the ground, he pulled out a gun and fire repeatedly into the terrorists swarming from hiding places. Large machine guns were dropped on the floor and set up as quickly as possible, with AK-47-weilding soldiers protecting them.

"Where's the RPG?" yelled Sala, grabbing a nearby soldier.

"Errr.....I think it came from over -" the soldier attampted to say, but instead just pointed in astonishment at the shot hissing toward them.

"Get outta here!" Sala screamed.

"We'll never make it." stated the soldier, turning and diving for the shot. He stood in front of it, emptying his gun at the terrorists with a look of utter terror in his eyes. It hit him. His torso was torn out of his body, flying backwards before slapping against a wall. A grenade through the window of the building indicated hopefully took care of the RPG.

"This Commander Tuun Sala of the Kzuu Maian Fourth Infantry Division. We are under attack. Numbers unknown. Request Air Support." he said into a radio. He turned to look at the Kzuu Maians. The 10,000 soldiers were hiding behind, or occasionally in any building they could find, pumping off shots at the OPA terrorists. There were soldiers and terrorists everywhere.The small square where they had been ambushed was now deserted save for the corpses strewn on the cobbles. Gunfire crackled through the air constantly, punctuated often by sharp, short screams.

"Quickly."

OOC: No problem, Kzuu.

IC: "Commander, this is General Ulanov of the History lovers Armed Forces. Senamarian Zeroes are on route to assist you. No HL planes could be spared. They are all fighting Pschycos airplanes in New Latium Gulf. We're hoping that Shinbreakers personnel will be able to assist you. Senamarian militia are on route, and several HL medium tanks are on route to assist. Ulanov, out."

As the Senamarian Zeroes flew high over the battlefield, Kzuu Maians and terrorists were firing at eachother from ruins. The planes began an attack run on the terrorists, killing a few of them. Suddenly, RPGs shot up into the air, destroying all three Zeroes.

In New Latium Gulf, the fleet detected the enemy closing in.
"Admiral, we've got the ships getting closer."
The Admiral looked grim as he said: "Rotate the turrets, and fire four blind shots into their fleet. We can't miss with a battleship."
As the Stalin's Bane and the Hitler's Bane rotated the turrets, shots fired into the enemy navy.
"Sir," said the lieutenant, "Yoomaran naval vessels have entered the area near the enemy fleet. THey're firing!"
"Good." said Laretaday, "Now, I want support from the 1st fleet. Where are they?"
"They'll never make it in time, Admiral. THey're all the way up in the New Anatolia/New Arabia strait."
The Admiral swore as another HARPOON smashed into the ship.

The Yoomaran cruiser was valiantly firing at the ships, knowing it would soon be down. The 12 Yoomaran submarines, a special type of stealth sub, closed in on the enemy battleships and fired all torpedoes into them

CASUALTIES SO FAR
3 Senamarian Zeroes
One HL cruiser
17 HL MiG-19s
2 HL Zeroes

Sala watched the aircraft explode. "Shit!" he muttered, then grabbed a radio. He considered for a second, and then addressed Kzuu Mai. "This is Commander Tuun Sala of the 4th Kzuu Maian Infantry Division, currently stationed in Senamari. We are under attack! If possible, send aircraft for air support."

"Aircraft on their way, Commander." crackled the reply.

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In Kzuu Mai, at an airbase near Jini, pilots swarmed over their craft as the planes were filled with fuel.

"OK Squadron D, cleared for takeoff. Squadron F. Squadron K....." echoed the voice in the pilots' ears. The aircraft, a mixture of Kt-14s and Kz-21s, roared into the air, the thundering noise drowning out everything else. Once in the air, they accelerated massively, smashing the sound barrier apart repeatedly.

* * *

"Ha, they'll be too late." muttered Sala, shooting an OPA terrorist in the head. "The battle continued, soldiers dashing from building to building, muzzles of their guns blazing, explosions from RPGs and grenades scattering rubble in all directions. Two buildings, both houses, were almost entirely in ruins; one had been hit by a falling Zero and the other had had to put up with RPGs hitting it repeatedly, finally giving up in a cloud of dust. Soldiers were now using the few remaining walls as relatively effective cover, blasting away at the terrorists as they appeared in windows.

"We have to take the buildings!" yelled Sala. "Smash down the doors and kill all the terrorists inside." His voice came through the radio of every soldier, alive or dead, and they immediately started attacking.

Quinteros smiled at the Commander's comments. "Of course we will help them. After all, the enemy of our enemy is our friend. Ok boys, mount up, we've got terrorists to kill!"

15 minutes later two humvees skidded around a corner and ground to a halt, spraying gravel and debris across the road. Gordon, Team 1's marksman, stepped out, using his de-attached scope to peer down the road.
"Sir, we got a firefight, 500 metres straight ahead. Suggest myself and Shurgart deploy on this hill to the left, you guys go on in."

"Noted Rodney. Ok, Shurgart, out you get. Kawaleski, Blackburn - on the .50 cals. Chiang, Everett - take us in, provide some cover for the Kzuu Maians. We all disembark once we're in, standard assault pattern. Let's move!"

The two snipers moved to the hilltop as the humvees started up. Rodney Gordon, already set up on the hill, peered through his scope. Some movement behind one of the houses caught his eye. A little terrorist with an RPG. Centering the crosshairs on the man's face, his let the Barrett roar. The terrorists head exploded in a red mist. One down, lots more to go.

The humvees drew closer to the firefight, and the machines let rip, tearing down any terrorists that stuck their heads out. The insurgents noticed their arrival and let loose on the humvees. Blackburn took a round in the shoulder, making him duck into the protection of his transport. Kawaleski saw this and dropped into his humvee aswell, prepping his M60 for the firefight.

The humvees skidded in infront of a few Kzuu Maian soldiers, giving them a metal wall to shield them from the hail of death raining down upon them. The two teams bailed out, seeking any available cover, knowing the humvees would soon draw rocket fire. Kawaleski began chugging away with his HMG, Blackburn having to resort to using Huntley's Beretta 9mm because of his shoulder. Chiang and Everett slinked over the road under covering fire from the rest of the teams, looking for the best spot to unleash explosives upon the enemy.

Quinteros and Sergeant Eversmann sneaked through the cover, and soon found the man they were looking for. "Sala isn't it? We're the cavalry. Get your men to withdraw from that building, or what's left of it. Then the fireworks can really begin."

PP Fleet...

"SHIT!!!"

The fleet was now taking heavy fire, but the well built Zimmermann's were refusing to go down.
"Eliminate pressure barriers!" roared the Admiral.
"Pressure barriers eliminated, speed climbing to 40 knots!"
Explosions rocked the ship.
"We're taking torpedoes! The bow won't stand a collision anymore!"
"Damnit! Helm, 2 degrees starboard!"
"Two degrees starboard, AYE!!"
The ships of the fleet, in various stages of damage now, pulled broadside to the enemy.
"Eighteen inchers, broadside to the superstructure, eight inchers, into their main turrets!" ordered the Admiral.
And it was so. Between two ships, the Zimmermann unleashed its foward bank (9 barrels) into the port ship's superstructure, and the aft bank (9 more) into the starboard ship's superstructures. The eight inchers, 14 on each side, were lossed into the main turrets on the enemy. All this was accomplished without the ship ever stopping. The remaining ships of the "V" formation did the same, continuing to roar deeper into the enemy fleet, taking more ships out as they went.
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10th fleet, under the main fleet...

"Skipper, fleet reports enemy subs," shouted the radio operator.
"Damn. Sonar! Active, now!" he returned.
"Aye, Skipper!"
He switched on the pingging of the active sonar system. Instantly, all below the surface was known. (OOC: Have you ever heared it? It is the eeriest, and most frightening sound you will ever hear.)
"Sir, enemy contacts locked!" shouted the sonar operator.
"Good! Pilot, bring us around. All tubes, prepare to fire!!" ordered the Skipper. The boats, Dallas-Class fast attack subs, turned, and as they lined up, unleashed their deadly fish.
"Tubes, reload and prepare for a second volley!"
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Beneath the HL Fleet's rear flank...

A new menace now lurked in the dark depths. Small groanings emitted from the 20 large entities, the moving of gun turrets. The clock on the bridge read 0102 hours. They were more Zimmermann Classes, only these were not battleships, they were battlesubs. With small hissings, gas escaped, and they silently began to rise.
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HL's Fleet, Rear Flank, near carriers and the Flagship...

The night was calm, with a crescent moon hanging above the water. The sound of the PP battleships drawing closer could be heared. Silently, what appeared to be periscopes broke the water between the ships. However, it was not periscopes, but masts, that grew taller out of the water. As the rigging climbed higher, St. Elmo's Fire ignited on it, casting an errie glow. As it climbed higher still, the superstructure, dripping in flourescent seaweed, was exposed. The seaweed oozed for the decks and turrets, which were all preaimed at the enemy. It was the legendary Ghost Fleet of Pschycotic Pschycos. In one cataclismic, and silence piercing blast, their turrets, a total of eighteen barrels of 18" cannons unleashed a rain of armour-piercing lead upon the enemy ships at almost point-blank range. In seconds, they were again sliding lower in the water, sinking again. Moments later, they were gone, the water between the ships now looking untouched again.
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Above PP...

The bombers were now above their home nation again, managing to survive the onslaught. As the foolhardy enemy planes followed, coastal AA batteries opened, pouring on a devastating hail of lead, several thousand rounds a minute total were being thrown into the air at the enemy.
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(OOC: I spend hours on end thinking up naval strategies. I know it seems dumb, but it exercises my brain, and the end results are quite pleasant. That Flying "V" was my original idea, based off a hockey movie. It took me an hour to think up all specifics and variables. I've been waiting to use it.

"Admiral, we've got enemy ships in sector 47!"
Swearing in Elasman, the Admiral walked to the sonar screen. The torpedoes smashed into the ship, shaking her.
"I want the 1st fleet here 2 hours ago. Get Commadore Maroma here if it kills you."
"Laren, sir. Wait. . .I don't have to do anything. The 1st fleet is approaching from the north, seeming to come directly from New Arabia strait."
"Thank goodness!" said the Admiral as enemy ships came under fire from the submarines, cruisers and battleships (the Narsil and the Mithrandir ).

Elik Maroma of the Mithrandir said into the radio, transmitting to the Pschycos fleet:
THIS IS COMMODORE ELIK MAROMA OF THE HLV MITHRANDIR AND THE HISTORY LOVERS' FIRST FLEET. YOU HAVE VIOLATED THE SOVREIGN TERRITORY OF THE CONFEDERATED UNION. CEASE YOUR ATTACKS AND PREPARE TO BE BOARDED, ON PAIN OF DEATH.

Surrender? Like hell we will.
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OOC: You are very nearely bordering on the edge of godmodding. You've said not a word on my naval attacks' damage. Which roughly translates into not taking losses.

OOC: Psychos, give people time, please. As my fleet is with HL's, I am about to take a hell of a lot damage. I hope you like it. However, I am attacking you back; I have subs with the fleet. Its on the 2nd page, #27, if you don't believe me.

IC: The Fleet, now History Loverian and Kzuu Maian combined, crawled through the water, pleased to have survived the onlsaught of the bombers. The subs hissed through the water in almost completely silence, their captains relaxing, but still watchful.

"Enemy subs! Enemy subs! Wait....what the hell are they?! Shit, mate, what the..." cried a lookout through the radio; the rest was cut off, which was fortunate, as the dozens of curses which spilled from the lookout's mouth turned the air as blue as the sea.

"What are they?" asked the captain of one of the leading subs, gazing out at the huge leviathans sliding through the water.

They broke the water. The sub crews still watched in silent awe. Then they fired.

"Shit, they're hostiles! Hostiles! Kill them! Quickly!"

The crews sprang into action, loading up torpedoes into the tubes, but the battlesubs were already moving away.

"Fire! Fire! Please...."

A few torpedoes were launched into the water in an explosion of bubbles, shooting out towards the PP battlesubs.

* * *

The vast aircraft carrier, the KMS Crimson Sky, hauled its lumbering bulk over the waves, along with the rest of the combined fleet. It was on the far west of the fleet. There was a blast from further out west, a cataclysmic series of what seemed like hundreds of explosions.

The shot hissed through the air towards the Kzuu Maian ship; much of the crew had dashed to see what the explosion had been, and, when the first shot hit, they toppled over the safety rails into the dark ocean below. They never hit the water. The rest of the shots hit the carrier, tunneling through the armour plating like knives through butter, striking fuel tanks and ammo stores and planes, and within a few seconds the entire ship was engulfed in a vast fireball, the screaming crew members tumbling towards the waves swallowed up by the flames before they could drown. The hulking, flaming monstrosity was lifted clean out of the water by the dozens of explosions racking its form, spinning and eventually completely exploding, leaving nothing but burning debris, which scattered mainly onto the single remaining battleship in the Kzuu Maian navy. By a sheer evil twist of fate, the battleship was crippled beyond all repair.

That left a few cruisers and subs in the Kzuu Maian navy; the December War and now this had destroyed the rest.

OOC: right, my bad. I've had a rough day.
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Battlesub 05....

The muffled explosion shook the sinking ship.
"Damnit!" shouted the captain.
"Skipper, sectors 5,6, and 7 are hit and flooding. Bulkheads shutting. We're out of the fight."
"Damn. Fine, notify the fleet, we're bugging out."
In the thermal cline, the battlesub silently moved back to the mainland.

Ace3 swerved madly as the AA fire tore through his flight teams. Only he and Blue 3 were alive. The AA fire had dealt with Gold and two-thirds of Blue and Red, they had no choice but to retreat. "Blue-" He never finished the sentence. The jet exploded as the rounds pierced its hull. Blue 3 was no fool and tore away towards the horizon, towards home, the sole survivor of the entire Flight group.

"Alright, everyone out!" yelled Sala into his radio. "Some Shinbreakers are here!"

The Kzuu Maians dashed out of the building, covered by their fellows and the Shinbreakers.

OOC: Not particuarly, huge, I know, but I haven't got much time.

With the continuing Pschycos attacks, the 2nd fleet was taking huge amounts of damage. Captain Yelas Minga of the Hitler's Bane swore as yet another torpedo smashed into the battleship. More torpedoes hit as Captain Minga yelled: "All hands, this is the Captain. Abandon ship. Abandon. . ."
and there was a huge explosion, and only nine escaped on a single lifeboat as the glorious battleship, once the flagship of SSR Elasmus, sank into the sea.
The Yoomaran cruiser Death to Communists sank easily, while the Baku-class submarines continued to fire on the Pschycos battleships.
The 1st fleet floated into the Gulf firing their weapons on the enemy fleet. MiG-19s, almost 100 more, launched off of the carriers of the 1st fleet. More Zeroes began flying in from the mainland.
IN SENAMARI
OPA terroristscontinued firing on the Kzuu Maian and Shinbreakerians, calling the battlecry "Death to the Outsiders!" More OPA entered the area, and RPG fire flew at the Humvees.

CASUALTIES
History lovers (CUHL)
1 Battlehsip
2 Cruisers
22 MiG-19s
11 Zeroes
Yoomaras (ARY)
1 Cruiser
1 Submarine

Main Fleet

Seeing the approach of new hostile aircraft, the battlecarriers, who had not been part of the assault, now began to launch their craft. The electromagnets were working overtime, hurling the planes into the air. The other, regular carriers, began launching theirs as well, providing a stable support base of roughly 150 planes, added to the 100 remaining in the air from the bomber engagements.

On the outskirts of the fleet, the guided missile cruisers picked out the enemy 1st fleet, and opened up with a rain of HARPOON anti-ship missiles.

On the flagship, orders were being issued at a feverish pace.
"Wire 7th, get them up behind the enemy. Order the assault force back to the main fleet."
"Aye, Aye, Sir!"

As the assaulting battleships began to withdraw, one was struck at the waterline in the rear. Inside, the PA system was blaring with "Engine technicians to level 12, engine technicians to level 12." The crew knew what it meant. The engines were wrecked. Their drive system was devestated. They were know sitting ducks.

The remaining ships made it back to the fleet. Behind the enemy, the 7th Fleet "Ghost Ships" were making an encore, surfacing, firing, sinking, and repeating. Finally, they retreated too.

Back on the Zimmermann, which had survived the attack, the Captain and the Admiral were conversing. "The only way they'll get to the mainland is through Neo-Pheonixia. I don't know why they're not helping."
"I sure hope they don't. That boundary is relatively unguarded. A telegram came in.

This is the Gnatt, all ships, stay away. Reactor critical, repeat, Reactor critica.......

The connection terminated as the reactor on the ship, still in the middle of the enemy fleet, went critical and detonated...

The Kzuu Maian aircraft arrived in Senamari, just in time to see dozens more terrorists swarm out of their hiding places. They immediately opened fire. Missiles streaked towards buildings and groups of OPA terrorists, and before long there was dust and rubble flying everywhere. An RPG shot suddenly hissed through the air and struck a Kz-21, which immediately exploded, the fireball narrowly missing destroying a Shinbreaker Humvee. Explosions, the harsh repetitive "rat-a-tat-tat" of gun fire and loud, high-pitched screeches could be heard all around, the battlefield piled high with rubble and corpses.

Sala sought cover behind an upturned, burning car, firing ceaselessly into the OPA ranks. There was an explosion overhead, and he turned to see a blazing Kt-14 heading straight for him, black smoke spiralling into the sky from its engines. He sprinted out from behind the car, squeezing the trigger on his AK-47 at the enemy. A stray bullet hit him in the head, the bone splintering noisily. He died instantly.

"Commander Sala is dead!"

TRANSMISSION TO Mithrandir FROM Stalin's Bane

Ride for wrath, ride for ruin and a red dawn!
Translation: Press the attack. Press the attack. Press the attack.


In Senamari:
The last of the OPA men were running from the Kzuu Maian aircraft. They hid behind a building made of solid stone. Then, suddenly, the leader was sniped from long range, with more sniper's bullets flying into them. The last were dead. The battle of Shemto Yimnara was over. The Allies had won.

CASUALTIES (note: total, since beginning of the war(not including dead in terrorist attacks)):
CUHL
1 Battleship
2 Cruisers
1 Destroyer
22 MiG-19s
15 Zeroes
ARY
1 Cruiser
1 Submarine
OPA
124 Rebels

Kzuu Maian Casualties:

Fleet:
1 Aircraft Carrier
1 Battleship (damaged beyond repair)
10 Kz-21 Fighter/Bombers
9 Kt-14 Fighters

SENAMARI:
4 Kz-21 Fighter/Bombers
7 Kt-14 Fighters
2, 107 Soldiers

Reborn Aradnar winced when he heard of the deaths of his fighters.
"We cannot stay here any longer. We retreat to Pschyotic Pschycos in 30 minutes."
"Laren, your Majesty."
He was far too late. As he walked away to prepare, a sniper's bullet pierced through his ear. The blood spilled everywhere, and a yelp sounded. Aradnar collapsed, and lay dead on the floor. The OPA was no longer. Reason had won.
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In the Gulf of New Latium:

Admiral Laretaday stared at the radar screen showing the air war. He said to his ensign: "Ensign, move the Stalin's Bane into position to give the enemy planes a volley."
"Laren, Admiral."
The operator broke into a complex language, Old Elasman (a language only spoken by isolated communities) that roughly translated as "All birds out of the air." transmitting to the pilots.
Admiral Laretaday sent a telegram to the lead Kzuu Maian, Shinbreakerian and other ships, saying:
This is Admiral Laretaday of History lovers. Order all planes to fall back away from the enemy. We are sending up anti-air missiles that will detonate many of the planes.
- Laretaday

As the planes flew off, the enemy began pursuit. The Stalin's Bane fired up it's DOOMs (Dalrichand Omarakcosna Oodisamakal Missiles (translation: Anti-Aircraft Automatic Detonation Missiles)) into the enemy aircraft.

NO NEW CASUALTIES

"Mr. President, is it true that the OPA is no more?"

"Who told you that?"

"Sir, it's all over the place!"

"Psychotic Psychos are Kzuu Mai's - and civilisation's - greatest threat."

"Answer the question, Mr. President."

"The President don't do no interviews." The large bodyguard appeared in front of the massive crowd of photographers, cameras and reporters.

"It's OK," said Kalaya Sun, moving in front of his security. "I will answer a few questions!" he announced to the crowd.

"Mr. President!"

"Yes?"

"Rot in hell!"

The shot came from nowhere, over the heads of the other reporters towards Sun.

* * *

The Kzuu Maian airfcraft pulled away from the fleet, heading for home as they had no carrier. The DOOMs hissed through the sky behind them.

* * *

3 HOURS LATER

PERSONAL TELEGRAM

To: Puller Lunphi, History Lovers/Quinteros, Shinbreakers
From: Interim President of Kzuu Mai

As you have no doubt heard from the news, President and Saviour of Kzuu Mai Kalaya Sun has been shot dead. I, the previous Vice President, have taken control for the time being. We intend for an election to take place within the next few months.

I invite you to attend the State Funeral of Kalaya Sun, next Thursday, the 27th January, to pay respect to the founder of democracy in Kzuu Mai.

{The gunman is dead. He shot himself. There is suspicion of his belonging to the OPA, or previously belonging. This may, therefore, have been a revenge attack.}

Signed,

Interim President of Kzuu Mai,
Katio Junori

Still in the midst of the enemy fleet, the nuclear reactor on the Gnatt went critical and detonated in a fission reaction.

Quinteros looked around at the men standing nearest. The Kzuu Maians still held honour through the death of their commander, though many had died this day. Reborn Aradnar was dead, shot not far from where they stood, the OPA torn apart. His men were for the most part healthy. Blackburn's shoulder would take a few months, but O'Neill had lost the lower part of his right arm. They would refit it with a mechanical limb. Such fighters were not stopped so easily. "OK men, lets pack it up and roll out." His men loaded the gear in the two miraculously intact humvees and roared off down the road, leaving a young Kzuu Maian lieutenant in charge.

500 metres down the road Randy Shurgart packed up his sniper rifle, unaware the effect his last bullet would have on the modern civilisation in the area. Nor did he much care. His job was done here. Along with his fellow marksman he jumped into one of the humvees to head for the airbase. None there would see these men again under the same guises, they were ghosts, fading into nothingness, their task complete.

The Leuitenent ordered the Kzuu Maians to relax for the moment; he had received word of the deaths of Reborn Aradnar and Kalaya Sun from Kzuu Mai; they would be holding a small memorial for the latter in a few days, when the main funeral in Kzuu Mai began. The soldiers would remain in Senamari for a while, to help rebuild the shattered city.

Following the nuclear detonation of their comrade, the remaining ships began sailing away, caled back from the offensive to a more defensive positioning. With the attack on the opposing fleet complete, it was unlikely to think about any coastal landing. Unaware to the government was the no existant border protection, meaning a large scale attack from land was possible if not caught, the likelyhood of wich was slim due to the fact that no one uses spy satallites on their own allies.

Total Casualties:

2 EB-52 Stealthfortresses (12 crew members)
2 Battleships (3583 crew members; 150 MIA)
5 Cruisers (2593 crew members; 184 MIA)
10 Submarines (2000 crew members; all hands KIA)
24 F-14 Tomcats (36 crew members; 5 MIA)

Civilian:

1 Grain Hauler ( 300 crew members; all hands KIA)
3 A.W.O.L. GINN Mobile Suits (3 pilots; all hands KIA)

"Oh my. . ." said Puller Lunphi.
"Laren, sir. We just double-checked. Kalaya Sun is dead. They invite you to the state funeral on January 27.
"Sir," said the Presidential Security Commander, "We cannot take the risk. After Aradnar's death, we cannot hope to know what the OPA is planning. Another Reborn Aradnar will no doubt arise very soon. I reccommend that we evacuate from New Constantinople entirely."
"You're right, Commander. Aide, I want you to get on the line to Ms. Nagamar (Solima Nagamar, HL's Secretary of State) and tell her to go to Kzuu Mai for the state funeral."
"Laren, Mr. President."
A small helicopter left the palace that night, and the President was taken to a secure facility on the island of New Arabia.

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ALL CASUALTIES SO FAR FROM THE ELASMUS ISLANDS

Salamari - DRS
Military:
19 Presidential Guards
Civilian:
645,821

Yoomaras - ARY
Military:
1 Cruiser
9 Submarines
29 Presidential Guards
Civilian:
11,987,975

History lovers - CUHL
Military:
1 Battleship
2 Cruisers
1 Destroyer
23 MiGs
32 Zeroes
Civilian:
fewer than 10

Aradnar - OPA
182 Rebels
7 Suicide Bombers
1 Reborn Aradnar

"Shogun-sama, it appeares that there is a lull in the fighting. What shall we do?"
"My friend, we wait. They truly believe us to be their enemy, and nothing will change that. They will want revenge. All we can do is wait and see where they will strike next."

Official Communique to Kzuu Mai from History lovers

To: The Interim President of Kzuu Mai

I apologize, but President Lunphi will be unable to attend the state funeral. However, I will be able to attend as Mr. Lunphi's representative and representative of the Confederated Union.
All of History lovers feels sorry for your loss.

Solima Nagamar
Secretary of State of History lovers

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In New Constantinople

The Vice-President of History lovers spoke to the Senate:
"Puller Lunphi has been evacuated to a high-security facility. Acting from communiques from him, I shall be the acting President of the Confederated Union. I know that there are still those who dislike me because of family's connections to Jonga Delimar. I know that there are those who hate my ancient title. But please, let us have a united front. In the name of the Islands, let us go to war to make peace."
The Senate voted unanimously to allow the establishment of Lord Yamal Solarima as the Acting President of the Confederated Union.

TELEGRAM

To: Solima Nagamar

We will be very pleased to welcome you to Kzuu Mai to pay respect to Kalaya Sun.

From
Katio Junori

THE NEXT DAY

The coffin was walked through the vast crowd by four members of the Kzuu Maian military; a veteran of the Battles of Senamari and Carrara from the army, an heroic survivor of the sinking of the LDKz Yokavic from the navy, a fighter pilot who had been one of the handful of survivors of the Revolution, and a member of military intelligence who was doubtless heroic too, but no one knew how. Over two million Kzuu Maians saturated Mai Jun City, all mourning the death of their great leader. The Kzuu Maian Cabinet stood on a raised platform amid the sea of crying faces, accompanied by representatives from History Lovers, Shinbreakers and Free Eagles, as well as many of the nations of Listibaldia.

Finally, the coffin reached its destination; a shallow grave in Mai Square, the Square where Kalaya, Kzuu, Yokavic and a thousand others had congregated before the storming of the Palace of the God-Emperor, and the founding of Kzuu Mai, twenty years before. Indeed, this was the twentieth anniversary of the Revolution.

The coffin was placed in the grave, then each of the four bearers in turn took out a match, struck it, and placed it on the coffin's lid. Following them, Sun's family, the Kzuu Maian Cabinet and the foreign representatives all repeated the process. Then any mourner who could would come towards the fire and throw their own match on it. It would be left to burn until it went out on its own, then covered with a simple, unadorned paving slab, bearing the motto of Kzuu Mai itself as the epitath.

"Sir, it appeares that one of the opposing leaders has been killed."
"A sad event, but that is war, especially this type when terrorists are also involved."
"Ah! And the public ain't likening this."
"I'll make an address, and we'll give them a tax cut."

It has come to our attention that this war against these nations has brought about much dissatisfaction, and much bad feelings. However, contray to many thoughts, we are not supporting any terrorists. The only reason we are fighting is because a ship under our flag was sunk without warning. Such an action is unacceptable. Therefore, we can only continue in the avengment of our fallen comrades!

The people were much too busy thinking of what they would buy with the extra money to care what was being said.

Junori stood in her brand new office, still in her black mourning clothes, but already taking over.

"We need to attack Psychotic Psychos, do we not? Destroy them. They're funding terrorists, why didn't Kaz destroy them while he had the chance? I always said we should do that."

"I know, Ms. President. You wish for an all out attack against Psychotic Psychos?"

"Not all out, exactly. I need to make a transmission to History Lovers."

"Of course."

SECURE TRANSMISSION

To: History Lovers/Shinbreakers
From: Katio Junori, Kzuu Mai
Re: The Psychos Problem

The OPA have struck several times in the past weeks and months; we now believe that Kalaya Sun was shot by an OPA operative, after a thorough search of his person and quarters.

Now is the time for action! Without the support of Psychotic Psychos, the OPA will be sorely crippled, so much so that they can be routed out all over the world. We must attack and defeat Psychotic Psychos before it's too late! I will talk with the History Loverian and Shinbreakian Ambassadors in Mai Jun City.

From Katio Junori,

Interim President of the Free Nation of Kzuu Mai

Lord Solarima read the telegram from the interim President: "This is good for the war effort. We need to continue the pressure on 'Isengard'."
"Laren, milord."
"Also, I want to send a transmission to 'Denethor' saying that 'Rohan' is ready to fight and that 'Arnor' has been notified. 'Faramir' is bringing the 'rangers' to move against 'Isengard'. 'Orthanc' will be captured soon. Sign the telegram 'Boromir'."
"Laren, milord."
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In Lunphi's Secure Base
"Sir, you know that Vice-Presidential elections are coming up in mid-February. If the war lasts until then, what do we do about them? We can't have a change in the guard when the nation is under attack!"
"I agree with you, but I cannot postpone the elections. I think that I will propose to congress via telegram that we leave the election, but not until Lord Solarima is relieved will we switch."
"Thank you, sir."
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Near Greater Prussia

Admiral Laretaday's 2nd Fleet moved toward Pschycos. It was weakened by the destruction of the Hitler's Bane, but nothing that could not be balanced by adding a few more subs to the fleet. The fleet moved closer and closer to Pschycos, hoping that there would not be need for loss of life. That the situation could be resolved peacefully through diplomatic channels. A transmission was sent to Pschycos:
This is Admiral Laretaday of the History lovers' Fleet. We are closing upon your nation. We do not wish for any further bloodshed between our nations, but we will support our Kzuu Maian allies if they choose to strike. If we can, we would like to resolve this situation peacefully. If you will agree to unilateral talks between the Elasmus Union, Shinbreakers, Kzuu Mai, and a neutral representative of your choice (confirmed by the other nations, of course), we will not fire upon you. We will use force if necessary.
Admiral Alarab Laretaday
HLV Stalin's Bane, flagship
The Confederated Union of History lovers

"Shogun-sama, we have an incoming message."

"Thank you, hmmm, I will make a personal response."

You have made the unforgivable mistake of opening fire on a ship flying our flag without warning. We will not stand down. If you attain our shores, we will consider it an invasion, and wewill promptly destroy you. Do not invade our territorial waters.

Shogun Himura Kenshin

Shogun of Pschycotic Pschycos
Grand Admiral of the RPN
Founder of the Earth Alliance

"Prepare the MS corps. Bring them to the shores along with the rest of our regular land forces," he said.
"Yes, Sir! However, the MS corps. will reach there long before the regulars," the officer replied.
"Then they'll have to hold out."

Prime Minister Brimstone looked at the transmission from Kzuu Mai. Full scale war against Pyschotic Psychos? But if we don't help they will struggle, following the invasion before the turn of the year. No, this would not do. Talks would have to be held, a compromise should be reached to avoid conflict. But since when had that ever worked?

"Kyo, in here" he called
"Aye Sir?"
"Prep the military. 50% full alert. Prepare for war. If you can manage it, try to keep the Kzuu Maian War units out, they need some R&R."
"Aye Sir"
"And Kyo, get General Quinteros on the phone, he should be home by now."
"Aye Sir"

The lieutenant hurried out of the room, and seconds later a red light flashed on the Prime Minister's phone.
"Max, how were things over there......"

"This is the 131st MS Corp. reporting. Shore defenses are on 100% full alert, and are standing by."

"Ms. Junori, I must advise against a full scale invasion of Psychotic Psychos. We..." muttered her Chief Adviser.

"We should have attacked ages ago! Why didn't Kalaya attack?" she asked.

"He didn't attack because we're barely a month out of the December War! The nation still needs to be rebuilt..."

"We must attack! Kalaya was just a bumbling fool who was scared of conflict!"

"You should be scared of conflict. You would, if you'd been through as much conflict as that man did. There were nine survivors of the Revolution; nine out of a thousand! You can't imagine it, can you? He and Kzuu would've been blown to pieces - pieces, like Yokavic, Kalaya Sun's oldest friend - along with the others, if he hadn't acted quickly. He saw the results of the Battle of Carrara! You didn't, did you? You never saw the tapes! You never saw the tapes of the destruction of Gayoshi, did you? He did.. And he is right to fear and hate war after seeing those. After fighting in wars himself."

"I didn't ask for a f**king lecture, idiot! We continue..."

The adviser considered for a second, then disappeared from the room. A few minutes later, she returned, carrying two tapes. One labelled "Fall of Gayoshi - Amateur Footage" and one labelled "Battle of Carrara". She played the Carrara one first, then the Gayoshi one. The destruction, the death, the blood. Corpses, pieces of corpses flying everywhere; people on fire screaming and charging around, drowning themselves in a shattered harbour. Aircraft streaking out of the skies and smashing into squads of their own soldiers; shreiking soldiers sent flying upwards. Both tapes at the end cut out; one, from what appeared to be a falling chunk of masonry, and the other when the soldier carrying the camera was shot dead.

"I don't care! We must attack!"

"No. We must make peace with Psychotic Psychos."

"NO! I am your President-"

"Interim President."

"Interim President, and I order you to-"

"Don't attack Psychotic Psychos. Please. It'll destroy us all."

"I...I....but.....aaaaaaah fine. We'll sign a treaty with them, if possible."

The adviser nodded, and left the room.

* * *

The adviser sat with a friend from another department of the government outside a cafe.

"You managed to prevent her invading Psychos?" said her friend.

"Yep. I fed her the usual bunch of rubbish; "Kalaya Sun this, Kalaya Sun that, did you see what happened at X Battle?" It was quite funny, really. I even told her she'd kill us all if she invaded!"

Her friend spluttered with laughter through her coffee, sending it spraying all over the table.

"Shogun, should we try one last time to make peace, ask them to surrender, before this goes further? You know, pay reparations?" the Shogun's friend asked him over a bowl of sake.

"Hmmm, yes. That will be better than bloodshed. I will send one out immedeatly."

To the current leader of the Elsmarus (sp?) Islands:

We here at the Earth Alliance Federation of Pschycotic Pschycos would like
to call an end to this bloodshed. We ask that you pay reparations to the
family of the crew of the PP grain hauler, Rustbucket, and to the military for
the loss of the 3 GINN mobile suit units that were lost as a result.
Other losses will be recognized as a lost of war, and will not be charged to
you. In return for this, we will stand down hostilities. Please consider our
offer.

Sincerely,

Shogun Himura Kenshin

OOC: Psychos, I'm not in the Elasmus Islands, so I haven't received that.

IC:

TELEGRAM

To: Psychotic Psychos
From: Katio Junori, Interim President, Kzuu Mai
Re: Peace

Psychotic Psychos, this war should not continue. We propose a peace treaty, under the following terms:

1. You agree not to attack Kzuu Mai again. In return, Kzuu Mai will agree not to attack you.

2. You sever all ties with terrorism that you may or may not have.

3. No reparations will be paid to either side, and no territory will be given up by either side.

If you agree to these terms, telegram back.

To Psychotic Psychos:

The Holy Empire Of Shinbreakers is willing to discuss peace treaties with your nation, in an attempt to prevent bloodshed on both sides of this conflict. Our terms are as follows:

- All Psychotic Psychos armed forces on military alert stand down immeadiately.

- All Shinbreakers POWs are returned to Shinbreakers unharmed

- A peace agreement between our nations is signed to avoid future conflict

If you are willing to adhere to said terms, Shinbreakers will also respond in a similar manner.

Yours in trust,

Peter Brimstone, President of The Holy Empire Of Shinbreakers

To both:

The Federation hereby accepts the terms of the peace agreements, and officially condems any further fighting. We will sign with the single condition that proper reparations be payed to the familys of the crew of the grain hauler by the nation who sunk it. Otherwise, we would like to call it a day.

Yours in Peace,

Shogun Himura Kenshin

-Shogun of Pschycotic Pschycos-

TELEGRAM

To: Psychotic Psychos
From: Katio Junori, Interim President, Kzuu Mai
Re: Peace Agreement

Reparations will be paid to the families of the crew of the grain hauler.

From Katio Junori

Then it is settled.

Then it is done. We will pay reparations to the crew of the grain hauler, as it was our J-33 aircraft that destroyed it.

We can have our ambassadors get together and put it all in legalese.

Thankfully yours,
Puller Lunphi
President of the Confederated Union
of History lovers

"Well, I'm glad that's over with. Now we can get back to life."