NationStates Jolt Archive

IC:
"Hear that!? Adolph Leighmar himself is going to make a statement in public about something BIG!" A young boy ran through the cramped and busy streets of Panooly City shouting it around. "Watch it on television! Our Führer is going to make an important announcement tonight! It's gonna be something BIG!" During the heat of day, the boy kept on running telling everybody, turning on the television in every tavern and spurring the rumours of a second war against... Who?

Later that night on the State Television:

"Friends of the United Reich of Guffingford. Allies and friends, family! Today our honoured, esteemed and blessed friends at The Macabees have started an offensive against the racist and impure nation nation of Kahta. Lapdogs of the Mississippian Federation, led by a clown and puppet of Czar Fabus. The nation of Kahta is already under direct attack, we will not mourn for the loss of civillian life, as it has been written. Now, I have said some time ago there's another force in the world we do not like. A force that bends and twists the words of Mein Kampf to the level of something they all follow. They do not follow the Holy Scripture, or the Book of National Socialism. No, they have been insulting the Iron Cross, making National Socialists look like genocidal maniacs. We cannot tolerate this.

Therefore I have secretly signed an official alliance with the nation of Stevid to aid us in the attack on the nation of Fascist Confederacy. We will pull out from the nation of The Upper Congo to be well prepared for the unholy self-proclaimed saints.

By the Word of God, the precepts of The Reich founded and built by Bismarck, The Judgment of our Lord I hereby declare a state of war between the United Reich of Guffingford and the heathen gathering of Fascist Confederacy."

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The National Socialist Reich of Guffingford, Adolph Leighmar, Führer of Guffingford.

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The Affiliated States of Holy Panooly, Baron Dominic Templeton, President of Holy Panooly

United in the Holy Dual Empire of Guffingford-Panooly

Stevid, Stevid Capita, Hierarchy Street, Government House, MOD

A knock on the one of the most famous admirals Stevid had. A pause. “Enter” said a voice. A young man holding an A4 piece of paper in his right hand walked into the office of Admiral Sir Alan West. The young man was smartly dressed in a tuxedo and looked as if he’d just come from a party, walked up to the sixty four-year-old admiral. Alan was reading a newspaper with a smile on his face, he had a nice smile, a friendly smile and was rarely in a bad mood.

“Look at this lad.” he said, beckoning the young man over with a hand. “Africa, some sort of coalition force is sending aid. For the first time in many months I’ve ordered a task force to visit our interests and our allies colonial interests in Africa. Just in case there is some unfortunate enemy military action. But it’s not important enough to send an entire fleet like the 9th fleet. I miss those days. he sighed softly. The admiral seemed upset, he was never low, especially when the navy was being used. He’d always enjoyed using the world renowned Stevid Navy, it made him swell with pride when it set sail, never with sadness. “So dear boy. What can I do for you?”

The young man handed the admiral the piece of paper. He spoke as he handed over the document.“You need not be sad sir. The days you longed for are on the horizon. The PM of Stevid has met secretly with the Fuhrer of Guffingford here, in the capital no less about a military alliance. An offensive action against a nation mentioned in that report that you hold in your hands is a very real possibility.

Alan looked as if he’d just won the national lottery.“I don’t commend war much. People die. But without one, the government threatens to mothball the fleet. I’d rather die than see the navy die. Thank you young sir for this information. Inform our gracious leader that I will assemble the fleets. I feel that this will require a large force.”

“What fleet were you think of sir?”
“Well, the task group in Africa has ships from the 1st, 2nd and 8th fleets. I don’t intend to send the 5th fleet in. Not enough supply ships in one place to maintain the 5th fleet. The 3rd fleet would be a good choice, it’s got one of the best amphibious capabilities in the region. Cut the 3rd fleet into two task groups. Task group one will have the best anti- aircraft, anti- ship and amphibious craft, Task group two should have the role of long and short-range missile defence and missile bombardment. Also have a separate group of submarines consisting of submarines from all fleets, a minimum of ten nuclear submarines please my boy.”

While all of this was being said, the young man had sat down at the admiral’s desk and was taking quick notes on everything that was said. “Will that be all sir?”
“No, we need the army to be assembled and the RAF, but that’s not my department. You’ll have to speak to them. But I intend to use this fleet to it’s up most abilities. Tell me if the go ahead is confirmed and then I’ll draw up the fleet.”
“Aye sir! Right away sir!”

The man stood and saluted the admiral, then walked with a prefect posture out of the room towards the elevator that would take him to the Chief Air Marshal of the RAF and the Lead General of the Army.

OOC: As stated before, I do not engage in warfare without an extensive discussion of the attacks and purpose first OOCly. I understand the purpose of these attacks, but with my choice for pre-designed warfare that I have practiced to insure fair and just play on both partisans, I must ignore this attack. I do however, encourage Guiffingford to contact my OOCly so that we may discuss action. Now, I have things to tend to in RL. I also wish to state: If this makes me low on the totem pole of NS -- so be it