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OOC:For Reference look at this thread
http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=396015&page=1&pp=15

IC: People stopped fighting for that split second and they all knew something was wrong, something terrible. They all looked to the skies as golden streaks of fire glided in the sky wondering what they were ... and then there was the terrible realization.

Screams flew into the air as people ran for cover. People hurried to any shelter they could find. A child cried for his mother, an old lady stumbled and fell and no one helped her, a person tripped and was trampled. This was truly Dracun's darkest hour. The Nuclear missiles fell into the ground and explosions rocked the ground as people were literally wiped from existence.

A young child would never develop a cure for cancer, a newborn would never grow up to save Dracun from it's darkness, they were all gone...gone. The clouds could be seen for miles as the missiles hit destroying various zones. The once Grand Sects(Cities) now were gone. The Sacred Sector untouched for so many years was finally touched by death and nuclear holocaust.

This was a holocaust unknown to man and it was caused by their own leader, "The Savior," "The Creator of an Empire," "The one who would lead them to glory and salvation," Desciver Supreme Overlord of the Dracun Imperium. He had tricked them, and now killed them.


Nuclear Silos
Desciver watched as Missile after Missile was launched into the sky to attack Dracun, his home country, where he was born, where his mother and father raised him! He couldn't do anything but stare and he, Desciver now a mass murderer shed a tear. Not for his people, not for his mother or father, but himself and now the pressure of all the beings he had murdered. Just because his Clan wanted power. He promised himself he would start a new life, one of peace not of power.

Suddenly alarms broke Desciver's musing.
"What's going on!" He yelled over the alarm.

"The missile...it's going to explode!"


"What!?"

"It's-"

An explosion rocked the ground and a fire eclipsed his view. He shed even more teams and screamed "I have brought an eclipse upon my people, may Hades have mercy on my soul-" then he was gone.

People ran through the streets or what was left. Almost all of the Dracun Population had been vaporized or died of other causes. Fires were everywhere and the people couldn't believe it had happened.

How? Why? Were the questions in the survivors. They all knew it was Desciver gone mad and it hurt that much more. He had seem as though he was their savior but was nothing more then a fake. It was truly a feeling like no other to be led on then abandoned. The survivors sent out one transmission to be played over and over again.

Help....Help....Nuclear Assault....almost all dead....Help....Help....

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Help....Help....Nuclear Assault....almost all dead....Help....Help....

Admiral Jameson knew he had to make a fast decision. Every second he argued with himself, more people died. The problem was, he didn't have the authority to do what had to be done. "Ensign Michaels, get me on the phone to the PM."

"Aye aye, sir."

Jameson picked up the receiver and waited while it dialed.

"Harrison here. That you, Henry?"

"Yes. I guess you know about Dracun?"

"I do. Shameful. Is the fleet safe?"

"Yeah, we're still a couple dozen miles from Dracun."

"That's good. What are you calling about?"

"The Dracun just sent out a message asking for help. I have the ability to airlift a couple tons of food and medicine. Should I?"

"By all means, Admiral."

"You realize that won't make the Bormans happy?"

"Damn the Bormans, Henry! Those people need our help, and we're going to give it."

"Aye aye, sir."

"Godspeed, Henry."

"Thank you, sir."

***

The transport helicopters lifted off from the carriers less than two hours later. Loaded with food, medicine, and other supplies, they flew off toward the Dracun Imperium. Jameson was on the radio with the pilots, telling them what to do.

"Alright, we're picking signs of life at the coordinates we sent you. Remember, we don't know how bad the radiation is, so don't land. Just drop your stuff and get out of there. Good luck, men."

As he turned off the radio, his XO turned to face him. "Sir, shouldn't we have sent fighter escorts?"

"No, no sense in provoking the Bormans any more than we have to," he replied.

The emperor and his ruling clique, his close friends, sat sadly around the large table in the meeting room.

"I never thought it could ever come to this...." said the emperor, finally breaking the silence.

"Lord god, how could this happen? What kind of madman would, could possible order such a thing to be done? It's just insane..." said Alain-Philipe.

There was silent, sad agreement in the room.


"Well, with the death of our friend Descisiver, what next?" asked Sherrier.

"I do not know. Not in the least." said the emperor, for the first time since his reign began.

Secret Message to the Goverment of the Borman Empire From the Emperial Goverment of the Alexian Empire:


We are saddened by the recent tragedy, and have thrown full support of the UDF in your Dracun Imperium operations. At the moment, our nation is also involved in several other conflicts, but is more than willing to aid in any way we can in this situation, and hopefully re-establish a "friendly" Dracun Imperium goverment, after the tragic death of our trusted friend Overlord Descisiver.

Seeing as your armed forces seems to be in control of the situation, and you have the proper intellegence, please, direct us in what we can do to help. No endevour is too large.


(This is really a great story!

Oh, and hello Malkyer! How have you been? Remember our debate? Do not worry, I will get around to my rebuttle soon, it's just I have been so swamped at work, and my internet broke, but don't worry, I always respond and such. See you around!)

The people flung themselves at the supplies falling into the Dracun Zones. Fighting each other for it. There was no more then a hundred million people left in all of Dracun. Fires burned black and nuclear winds blasted those outside. The People screamed to be evacuated...they wanted to go someplace new, somewhere they could find a new home away from the tragedy.

ooc: Thanks everyone for partcipating in the Desciver Chronicles! Hope everyone is enjoying the story. Sooner or later I will put a history together.

The people slowly realized no longer Dracun can serve as their home. They began to scavenge for parts to build ships to carry them to somewhere...somewhere far away. People began arriving at the Imperial Zone. In a few days most of the survivors arrived and soon enough a small fleet of ships was established. In a few days the people would migrate south to an island, which would be named Neo-Dracun. They would also be known as The Dracun Remnant and no longer would they endorse war, no longer would they cause war. That dark part of their lives were gone.

January 29, 28 days after the disaster
The fleet set sail for the Neo-Dracun. There was however no joy, no, it was only tears that were shown. The people waved good-bye to their homes, their now dead loved ones, and their old lives.

The current "leader," Jason Manstara was preparing for some sort of message. He decided this would be fitting.
People of the world, a dark time has arrived on the Dracun People. After or former Leader had gone mad he had created a nuclear wasteland formerly known as Dracun. A new dawn is upon us however and we ask for assistance. Many of the survivors suffer from Radiation Sickness please send aid to these coordinates

He included the coordinates and sent it. He looked back at his former home and shed a few tears. A new dawn indeed

Survailence Station 107AR
"Help....Help....Nuclear Assault....almost all dead....Help....Help...."
"Sir we have recived a distress call form the Dracum Imperium as well as picking up reading of massive nuclear assulte."
"Retransmite the information to HQ."


HuReHeadquaters
"Director station 107AR has reported a nuclear disater in Dracum and they are request aid."
"Mobilise the NRT, a medical respone team, a guard force and supplies. We will provide medical aid, food and survival gear to aid the injured."

59 TC VTOL where loaded and took off in the direction of Dracum.

The current "leader," Jason Manstara was preparing for some sort of message. He decided this would be fitting.
People of the world, a dark time has arrived on the Dracun People. After or former Leader had gone mad he had created a nuclear wasteland formerly known as Dracun. A new dawn is upon us however and we ask for assistance. Many of the survivors suffer from Radiation Sickness please send aid to these coordinates

Royal Communique to Jason Manstara:
Mr. Manstara,

I have authorized four hundred million dollars to be used as an aid package for your people. Along with that, I will send humanitarian missions to Neo Dracun as soon as possible. I have ordered the 14th, 18th, and 22nd Naval Task Forces to the island, so that they may protect you during these trying times. Though we have been enemies in the past, the Dracun Remnant are now and forever in the thoughts and prayers of the Malkyeri people.

Dayan I

Our thanks to you Malkyer, is unkown. Your kindness will be forever noted in the new history of the Dracun Remnant
Jason Manstara

Arrival
The people arrived at the Island of Neo-Dracun. They kissed the ground and went to building a new life. Each person was assigned a job to best increase the New Nation's Economy. Their next step however was to set up a goverment to keep the peace. As of now a small temorary goverment was installed until the Neo-Dracun Would be completed.

While others celebrated, others cried. They cried because finally they could get away from the past that would haunt them forever more. Yet they would now set up a goverment that would prevent one from gaining the ultimate power.


The island was a paradise, and was untouched by the horrors ofg industry. Because of this the Zone idea was abandonded and cites would now be installed. Yet unlike other cities, they would be named virtues. Such as Rememberance, Peace, etc. Now the Dracun's set to their task of making a new life for themselves and for others.

ooc:A Map of New Dracun
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v159/Kacin_Carter/553375ae.jpg

Rapion sat at his desk, drumming his fingers like he always does, it was a bad habit really. He opened a COM message...

"Hello Neo-Dracun, this is Praetor Rapion of the Raptorian Federation. My sympathy extends to thee, and I will send a healthy amount of aid and military support to protect and help rebuild yourselves. I will do as much as I can to aid."

With that, he contacted his main Air base, and in a matter of an hour or two, Food, Water, Construction, and Troops were on there way to help and rebuild a weak nation.

OOC: There, now you can't say I've never done anything nice for anyone. :p

"Sir, the sattelite pass has just confirmed it, to0 many missiles, to0 many anti missile sytems operating, any of our lasers that weren't fried are coming home. Too many missile got through and the imperium is pretty much dead."

"Alright, send in troopships to evacuate anyone who wants out, and start sending airlifting medical supplies into the areas affected by missiles, there's gonna be a lot of burns and radiation sickness going around."

"Roger, units routed per instructions, we'll do what we can to save the survivors."

"Sir, the sattelite pass has just confirmed it, to0 many missiles, to0 many anti missile sytems operating, any of our lasers that weren't fried are coming home. Too many missile got through and the imperium is pretty much dead."

"Alright, send in troopships to evacuate anyone who wants out, and start sending airlifting medical supplies into the areas affected by missiles, there's gonna be a lot of burns and radiation sickness going around."

"Roger, units routed per instructions, we'll do what we can to save the survivors."

"Colonel, unidentified aircraft approaching on Vector 2-7, repeat, unknown aircraft on V2-7," the radio crackled.

"Roger that," Weathers responded. "Eagle Squadron, follow me lead, move to intercept."

The six F-22 Raptors flew high and fast toward the incoming planes. Three Malkyeri Naval Task Forces were currently acting as a defense force for Neo Dracun until the people got on their feet again; they weren't going to let any mess with the survivors of the nuclear tragedy.

Weathers keyed his radio to all channels as they made visual contact with the planes.

"Attention unknown aircraft. You are entering airspace that is protected by the Royal Navy of Malkyer. Identify yourselves, and make your intentions known." He waited for a response.

this is MAD AL flight 32 charlie, requesting clear air corridor to Northern Nation States Protectorate air space, we have damaged air craft and possible injured personel. We do not, repeat do not have hostile intentions, we just want a clear path home over.

Weathers thought for a split second. "Roger that, MAD AL 32, you have permission. We will escort you over Neo Dracun, over."

Official Imperial Response:

Any and all people are hereby ORDERED to help neo-Dracun to the best of their ability, regardless of nationality.

We will be sending 5 naval fleets to help neo-Dracun. They will be packed full of Dinosaurs who will immediatly begin cleanin radiation and installing defenses.