Fascist Confederacy
09-03-2005, 22:10
SchleswigHolstein-Denmark Border:
The small children of SchleswigHolstein watched upward as large, wing shaped things flew across the landscape. There were three in total, but they seemed to black out the sun. The aircraft were B-90 bombers. They were assigned to decimate the the largest city in SchleswigHolstein: Gorbenvaeck. Each B-90 was carrying a single MOAB - even though they could carry four - and roughly 240 paratroopers.
As they entered the outlying areas of Gorbenvaeck, doors in the aicraft began to open. A stream of men fell from the sky. Black parachuetes fluttered open, allowing the men to slowly drift to the earth. The bombers carried on their flight path. As the bombers carried on, the soldiers did as ordered. They were to make a base camp two miles outside of Gorbenvaeck and wait.
Gorbenvaeck, SchleswigHolstein; 9:10 PM Local Time:
The citizens of Gorbenvaeck were just begining to get in bed. They were preparing to handle the misrable life that was to start yet again tomorrow. Suddenly, the streets were a-miss with blaze. The bombers began dropping the MOAB's in strategic points across the city: The higher class area, commercial sector, and lower areas of the administrative district. The thermobaric devices that were released, made haste in the incineration of the targets. Gargantuan fireballs consumed the areas, decimating the brick and cement buildings already damaged by gun fire and fragmenatation grenades.
The streets were filled with fire and flaming debri. People ran about. Guerilla fighters stormed the streets. In the administrative sector - or what's left of it - the provisional president sat. He was in utter dismay. He had no idea who or why anyone would attack their small, third world country. Suddenly, on his small and outdated laptop, an email popped up.
To: ProvPres@SchleswigHolstein.gov
From: ComUAD@ArmedUnion.gov
Subject: Unconditional Surrender; Regime Placement
Dear President,
It has come to my attention that you, a Denmark national and rather wealthy person, have been oppressing the proletariat of SchleswigHolstein. The Union of Armed Dominions hereby claim responsibility for the attacks against your nation. A brigade of rougly 700 men are outside of Gorbenvaeck right now and are preparing for an assault against the city. Thus, I wish - nay demand - that you immediately elect a Central Soviet to elect a Socialist Premier. Once the Socialist government is in place, you will make the needed changes to evolve your Socialist state into a Communist utopia. If you do not comply to our demands - which are the unheard cries of your people - I will order the brigade to attack Gorbenvaeck and place it into a total war scenerio. You have four hours to comply.
Sincerely,
Premier Vladimir Troskin
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The provisional president knew he didn't have enough men. But what was he going to do?...
The small children of SchleswigHolstein watched upward as large, wing shaped things flew across the landscape. There were three in total, but they seemed to black out the sun. The aircraft were B-90 bombers. They were assigned to decimate the the largest city in SchleswigHolstein: Gorbenvaeck. Each B-90 was carrying a single MOAB - even though they could carry four - and roughly 240 paratroopers.
As they entered the outlying areas of Gorbenvaeck, doors in the aicraft began to open. A stream of men fell from the sky. Black parachuetes fluttered open, allowing the men to slowly drift to the earth. The bombers carried on their flight path. As the bombers carried on, the soldiers did as ordered. They were to make a base camp two miles outside of Gorbenvaeck and wait.
Gorbenvaeck, SchleswigHolstein; 9:10 PM Local Time:
The citizens of Gorbenvaeck were just begining to get in bed. They were preparing to handle the misrable life that was to start yet again tomorrow. Suddenly, the streets were a-miss with blaze. The bombers began dropping the MOAB's in strategic points across the city: The higher class area, commercial sector, and lower areas of the administrative district. The thermobaric devices that were released, made haste in the incineration of the targets. Gargantuan fireballs consumed the areas, decimating the brick and cement buildings already damaged by gun fire and fragmenatation grenades.
The streets were filled with fire and flaming debri. People ran about. Guerilla fighters stormed the streets. In the administrative sector - or what's left of it - the provisional president sat. He was in utter dismay. He had no idea who or why anyone would attack their small, third world country. Suddenly, on his small and outdated laptop, an email popped up.
To: ProvPres@SchleswigHolstein.gov
From: ComUAD@ArmedUnion.gov
Subject: Unconditional Surrender; Regime Placement
Dear President,
It has come to my attention that you, a Denmark national and rather wealthy person, have been oppressing the proletariat of SchleswigHolstein. The Union of Armed Dominions hereby claim responsibility for the attacks against your nation. A brigade of rougly 700 men are outside of Gorbenvaeck right now and are preparing for an assault against the city. Thus, I wish - nay demand - that you immediately elect a Central Soviet to elect a Socialist Premier. Once the Socialist government is in place, you will make the needed changes to evolve your Socialist state into a Communist utopia. If you do not comply to our demands - which are the unheard cries of your people - I will order the brigade to attack Gorbenvaeck and place it into a total war scenerio. You have four hours to comply.
Sincerely,
Premier Vladimir Troskin
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The provisional president knew he didn't have enough men. But what was he going to do?...