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The Empire of a Thousand Alliances has chosen a representative to speak about a war with Creg216:

Ok, I challenged Creg216, a newbie to NS, to an uberwar. First, you must describe your location and your military, from what one might gather from their intelligence.

Me, you can read the description of my place region. Its an Extra-Universal coloney in Bulk Space, the only way to it is to travel through an anamoli in space time which leads to the exact position of the coloney. Only me and a few other peeps know it, or the technology to create such anamolis, but you can probably learn how with a few decades of research from previous documentation concerning the origional colonization of deep space. Then you gotta figure out were I am :(

You've only seen me appear in the Visible universe one. That was during the Hocky Canada Nuclear Missile crisis. During this, an Anamoli appeared near the moon and a small fleet of Phoenix space fighters and 3 Orion Shuttles appeared out of it, fired an EMP pulse at a nuclear missile silo seized by rebel forces, and collected several tons of rare earth metals in return. You can read the thread, just look for the one by Hocky Canada (it prolly got burried pretty deep).

Here are two links to information on the Phoenix Space Fighter and the Orion Space Shuttle:

http://www.gamingforums.com/showthread.php?t=170098

http://www.xprizenews.org/forum/viewtopic.php?t=658&sid=6241f39c68e1e813575ffa021341369a


A formal declaration of war will be declared by the Parliment of the Empire of a Thousand Alliances only if Creg216 agrees to the declaration.

Alright, I accept your challenge. (Well, I did like a half-an-hour ago, but you know what I mean.)
My country, Another Generic Nation, is a medium sized island-like piece of land out in the Atlantic. (Guys, keep in mind I'm new here and have no idea how this works, so bear with me.)
My main industries are slavery (I think I spelt that wrong.), mining, and oil.

O.K. So the war is declared. Mwace, you can start.
(If I wasn't clear enough I'll write more.)
Ze war has begun! :mad:

Edit: Crap; sorry, I'd forgotten about military. My military forces are kind of powerful, not really supperior to everybody, but they can put up a fight.
My country DOES, however, experiment with genetic engineering, so far we havn't had alot of sucess (Experiments either end in death or severe damage to the subject.). Our air force is nothing special, we are currently trying to fund research in an experimental craft. It's not looking good either...

My prediction for the outcome of this war: I'm doomed...

The entire Parliment of the Empire of a Thousand Alliances has ratified a declaration of war againt Another Generic Nation, under the conditions that "we'll go easy on you".


First things firt, an anamoli appears far from earth (like the moons distance), and 24 Phoenix Space Fighters appear, as well as 7 Orion Space shuttles. They fall into a high earth orbit.

-Meanwhile- The armed republic of Creg216, (The TARC for short, I guess.) Is going on with it's normal routine. The anomoli is completely unnoticed.
While the ships begin to enter the Earths atmosphere, the control tower in TARC's largest, and only, military air base detects them.
"Dum dee dah do daah..." The control tower operator; Jonathan Michaels sat twiddling his thumbs. The day had so far been uneventful, so why would he bother doing all the work if his co-worker, Simon, would. Then again, not much flying ever did go on in Another Generic Nation.
Michaels was first to notice the small blips on the radar.
"What the?..." He asked under his breath.
Simon looked over.
"Hey uuuh, Michaels? What are uh, they?"
"Beats me, I'm counting 10.. 20.. 30! Thirty ships; seem to a little close together..."
Jonathan was perplexed; where the hell would thrity unidentified ships come from?
"Where the hell would thirty unidentified ships come from?" He thought alot.
"Uh... The air- Oh, uuuuh wait is this a trick question?"
He glared at his co-worker. "Hey, just tryin' to uuuh, help."
Jonathan realized that this was going no-where, he had to do something. And fast.

Well, that's all I can think of right now, take it away MWace.

The Empire of a Thousand Alliances is impressed with Creg216's superior ability to portray humor in a nonserious fasion during a time of war.



3 Phoenix Space Fighters enter the upper atmosphere. After re-entry, they release 3 straticily fires Arrowhead Space Rockets. These detonate in the upper atmosphere and cause weak EMP pules to rain down on the large primary airfield, the capitol, and the primary staging grounds of TARC Military. Unarmored or metallicly armored electronics are destroyed. Prettymuch anything that doesnt have more than a half a foot of concrete or 4 inches or so of plastic surronding it is destroyed.

The three Phoenix Fighters patrol the upper airspace at Mach 3 speeds while the rest of the fleet orbit around the back of the earth, and as soon as they come back around they begin re-entry.

Due to the three missiles, destroying all armoured vehicles and etc; chaos breaks loose. Cars are destroyed, people are pissed because their T.V.'s arn't working. (Which means there is now no way to tell the people of TARC about the war. The war was supposed to be kept secret, TARC's government hadn't expected an attack so quick, nor did they fore-see that their enemies had space-travel. What a great government, eh?)
Jonathan, who had just gotten out of his chair, noticed the effects of the EMP.
"Shit! We're too late! We just HAD to rock-paper-scissors over who went to tell the General didn't we, jackass? Now look!"
"Well uuuh, uuuh... Uhh.. Maybe we should get the, uuuh, hell out of, uuh here?"
Jonathan put both hands on his forehead, obviously, the Physcopathic "leader" of their country had managed to do something. And now expected his military to clean up his mess. But, what could you do about it? This guy rigged the elections, made life for his citizens for no reason, and was responsible for killing hundreds with genetic engineering failures; which of course didn't have volunteer subjects. Yet people still let this guy take command. Just goes to show how great society is, eh?
"Does the uuuh, not work or something? 'Cause uuuh I think it'd be uuh a good idea if we got out of uuuh here."
The nation was near-crippled.

Law enforcment officers in the Capital city had their hands full. Looting, robbery, one guy even threw a brick into a window.

The physcotic leader of TARC sat in his "Thrown." The chair behind his wooden desk.
"What in the hell is going on here?!? You! You're fired!" He pointed to one of the three body-guards. Firing people gave him a feeling of supperiority.
"Sir, somethin seems to be wrong in the capital. We've lost contact with the air-force, and military bases." His advisor stated.
"HOW?!?" He hollared.
"We don't know yet, but w-"
"THEN FIND OUT!"
"But that's impossible if w-"
"Just find out what the hell is going on!" He slammed his fist on the desk, papers flew around through the air.

The TARC was practically undefended, The Empire of A Thousand Alliances was clear for an attack.

The Empire of a Thousand Alliances is, again, very impressed with Creg216's far superior ability to portray such great humor in the face of defeat.

As the entire fleet feel out of orbit, the Phoenix space fighters already circling TARC fly lower and make an attack run on the airfield at 40 thousand feet. They fire Javilin missiles at any incerpeting fighters (which may have been undeground or in armored hangers) with a sucess rate of 87%. If any are not destroyed, they have to chances to fire against the three Phoenix space fighters, and are then susquently destroyed by the Phoenix's quad lasers in close combat. Fighters on the ground are destroyed three at a time by a barrage of conventionally tipped Javilin missiles. Remaining targets of intresets are destroyed from below one thousand feet using the Phoenix's quad laser system. If any AAA or AA guns on the ground are operable, they each have a 8% chance of hitting and destroying the remaining Phoenix fighter before they are killed, and every intact SAM missile systems have a 21% chance of hitting and destroying a Phoenix space fighter before they are destroyed as well. If a Phoenix space fighter is destroyed, there is a 1/3 chance that a 160 megaton thermonuclear explosion will ensue, which has a 42% chance of destroying any neiboring Phoenix space fighter (they have armor against nuclear blasts for space combat purposes). If the nukes goes off, the base is oblitherated.

I can leave the calculations up to you, or just list how many AAA and AA sites are currently operable, how many SAM sites are currently operable, and how many Interceptors counter attack the incoming Phoenix space fighters and I'll do them to save you the trouble :)

The air base is caught completely by suprise, only one fighter was able to take air, but was quickly destroyed by a phonexes quad lasers.
Two AA guns remained intact (One was unmanned), as did one SAM site.
Jonathan and Simon were half-way down the stairs during theese happenings "Shit! We're uuuh under attack!"
"Simon get down to the AA gun; I'm going to see for any avalible ships in the hanger. Go!" He ordered.
(If a ship hasn't been destroyed yet):
They booked it down the stairs and split up at the doorway. Left to the hangers, which was quite a run, and right to the AA gun, witch was practically right next to the Control Tower. Covienient, eh?
Simon reached his destonation and hurled himself into the unmanned turrent.
Jonathan continued running for the hangers; which required him to go up the runway.
Simon took random shots in the direction of the crafts.
(If Simon is to hit; I don't know what the chances are; the base will be destroyed and everyone in it anihalated. If he misses....)
Simon missed, with every shot he took. "Damnit! This uuuuh isn't working! I'm getting the uuuh hell out of uuuh-" The AA gun was hit by a phonexes quad lasers.
Jonathan had reached the hangers after running through crowds of military officers and soliders that were scattered amoungst the base.
He stared into the empty, and some destroyed, hangers.
He whirled around, only to see the blazing remains of Simons AA turrent in a semi-short distance. The air base was neautralized.

As the Phoenix space fighters finish their last run, the 4 Orion Shuttles fall into a landing pattern. As they each land, they line up facing the control tower. As the engines shut down not a sound is heard. The 24 Phoenix Space Fighters circle in formations, covering the Orion Shuttles. For what seemed like hours but must have only been minutes, the Orion Shuttles sat there moitonless, without a sound. Suddenly, all 4 airlocks opened and ropes were thrown out simulaniously. Four squads of 7 men each repell down the ropes hanging from the airlock, and shout for any nerby men to throw down their arms and but their hands over their head. A latter falls down on the 4th and somewhat different shuttle, and 4 more squads of troops exit. Using highly refined urban warfare tactics, inteded for the capture of large shuttles and space stations, the highly diceplened ETA troops clear out every building, one by one.

When the finish, they stand awstruck at the expirance of being in a planet. All their life they have lived in space moduals, though trained exensivly and expiranced artifical gravity quite frequently, they have never before seen the vast expanses of land, the blue sky, the white clouds, and these trees. They have seen them before, but only geneticly engineered crops. The beauty inspires them, subsequently lowering their ability to wage combat.

These troops are the Empire of a Thousand Alliances marines; the elite and only infantry forces possesed by the Empire. They wear a thin flexible suit of armor across their entire body, the only unshielded region is their face-plate. This skin borrows from nanotechnology, and is resonably flexible and somewhat thin, but when impacted, they nano-'cells' harden sharply to repell the strike. The entire suite is linked to a computer on their backs, which moniters vitals, armor, and is in constant communication with a command post (stationed on one of the orion shuttles), and when injured can send out a distress call, which will result in a Medic being dispatched. In addition, there are titanium chest and back plates, as well as armor pads over joints and knuckles. They use a helmet HUD system to display information about team members, system status, and other information, all derived from the highly evolved gaming technology.

The primary assault rifle is the M-8, which is carried by 5 squad members in vairing modes, the 6th and 7th members are armed with the javilin ant-tank missiles (hmm, should change the name of one of those missiles) and/or a heavy caliber high velocity long perfect accuracy uber-sniper rifle. In some groups a member is armed with a uberflamethrower which can melt conventional steel armor if exposed for more than ten seconds. One of the group members, armed with an M8, is the squadron commander, another assualt rifle carring member is the squadrons fighting medic, and another is the communications operator, though all should have direct communications with the battlefield HQ. Sometimes groups will carry specialists, such as guys who can defuse bombs, hack into computer sytems, etc, in their 7 man group. These troops can contain their own life support systems (oxeygen and such), in case enemys deploy bio or chemical weapons, though the technology was designed in case they had to fight on a burning ship, or one that had lost pressure. Their is only enough supplies for two groups to contain full life support.

After the base is captured, the cargo of the other three shuttles is unloaded. It contains, lets do something familier this time, two heavy scorpion tanks, and three warthog scout vehicles. Oh yes. Halo-ness. Anyway, they do thier stuff, and thats it for this move.

Oh noes! Teh halo-ness is overwhelming!
Anyways, back to Ze War:..

A military soldier arrives from the air base, he had fled at first sign of attack; when he reached the outskirt, or "Smaller" citys he stole a bycicle and peddled towards the capital.
So there he was; panting and sweating in the Dictators office front door with his new "Sonic X-G-5000" Child-sized bycicle, rambling.
"And then all the ships with bam! No fighters AA laser-beam bicycl-"
"Shut up! Slow down!" The country-leader barked.
"The air-base, it was attacked; destroyed, no survivors!"
"By what?"
"I don't know, ships, they came from space!"
"Space?"
"Yea! That's what's caused this crazy power-out in the city!"
"Ok then... Private Leary..." He slowly read the soldiers name-tag. "I want you to go alert the military base, this is state of emergency! And for gods sake, get a big-boy bicycle..."

Private Leary headed off South to the military base.
Law enforcment officers had the city under control for the time being, and if word could reach the base then they would be able to pull in and make their front at the capital.

Hopefully, the halo-ness army of MWace here won't shoot the crap out of everyone before that happens....
Yea, he probably will...

Hmm, well when it comes to the marines I used nothing that wasnt already proposed to be used in the real world. In fact, every peice of my army has been proposed or is already existing in the modern world... exept for the uber flametrower and the uber sniper-rifle .. I couldn't think any state of the art models on those.. and was to lasy to think up any vehicles either, so I just used some for halo... though without the weird face mask my marines would have, they probably look a lot like the ones in halo... mmmm halo goodness.

Anyway, the planes land and everybodys on the ground and everythings unloaded, we set everything up stratigicly, put 2 shuttles in the undestroyed hangers, and have the rest of the fighters and shuttles are placed about 40 feet apart and in a squarish shape, close enough together so that they can easily be watched over for terrorizimests and far enough a part that if one blows the whole fleet doest get killed. Three phoenix fighters are prepped and all ready to go, and their pilots lightly sleep in their open cockpit, ready for the world to take off and fly. The tanks and scout vehicles are placed in stratigic points, each manned with only a single woken member, who will alert the others if something arisis. Everybody else sleeps through the day, as they landed in the early near sunrise.

As night falls and 8 hours have past, assuming there have been no attacks, everybody gets back up and prepares for an attack. Fourty two marines, all the squads save two, and the 6 vehicles move out towards the primary military base. They travel quickly, stoping only momentarily, no lights are on, joints are oiled, and the only noise is the scurry of marines and the humm of the motors. Three phoenix fighters patrol the high atmosphere, watching for any airstrikes or incoming targets, and the marines consantly moniter their path, flanks, and rear with infared enabled helmets. Halfway there, the remaing phoenix fighters, save 6, depart fully loaded from the makeshift HQ, and approach the primary military base. Note, this one has not been hit by any EMP pulses, and my I remind you - "pfft its still only 42 marines. Two well placed 2000lbs bombs could take them out, and that'd be it!"

During midafternoon, about thrity minutes of peddling later; the Private arrived and gave word to the military base.
They assembled everything; tanks, jeeps, all they had. Every solider had taken up arms. Before nightfall they're convoy headed towards the Outskirt cities. (The military base hadn't been hit by EMP; but the capital had, which ment they're armourment would be useless if they made frontline inside the capital.)
Yea, that's all I can think of for this move... Take it away MWace.