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OOC: For those that have been following the AMF civil war, this will be the final thread in the series. Previous thread: Domination (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=393450)

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For days Rayne heard the sounds of battle rage over the ULE mountaintops and fill the air of the valley below that was home to Automagfreek's capital. She had lost radio contact with Azrael as his forces attempted to keep Damien the Destroyer at bay, and she gradually came to the realization that her days were numbered. The Automagfreek Nazi Party had began to secretly move northward away from the bulk of the fighting, but there was rumor that Panteran ships would soon be on the horizon to cut off any escape. With her main Striker elements pounding into dust, she had also begun funneling supplies into the north and the ULE valley to brace for the coming of Lord Dreadfire.

As the days passed, dark clouds began to form on the horizon. Gradually units could be seen sitting at the top of the ULE mountains, but the banners that flew alongside them were not of green, gray, and gold- the colors of Azrael. But instead the banners that began multiplying were of crimson and black, the colors of The Destroyer. As midday approached, all communications throughout the country were again hijacked by Damien, and the picture abruptly changed to that of the man himself, standing on a snowy peak high in the ULE Mountains.

My Freeks, my brothers, citizens of this great country, the end of the heathen bitch Rayne has come. It was on this day that the Gods extended to me their right hand of power, and with it I struck down upon my foes with great vengeance and furious anger. Now all that remain are shattered shields and broken bodies, all left to rot on the slopes of the ULE Mountains. There stands before me but one final battle, and the time for swords and ravens has come.

The camera zoomed out slightly and revealed a red puddle on the soft powdery snow at Damien's feet. With a swift motion, Lord Dreadfire extended his right hand, and it's contents made even the most vicious Freek shiver in terror.

Behold, my son, Azrael the Advocate.

Damien held the severed head of Azrael high up for the camera to see, and a look of pain and sheer terror was still frozen upon his cold blue face.

My son was most precious to me, but for his betrayal I struck down upon him with all my wrath, and not for one second did I hesitate. If I can do this to my son, my own flesh and blood, imagine what I will do to you Rayne. You have awakened the dragon, now watch as his cleansing fires purge you and your ilk from this world forever.

Damien took Azrael's sword and placed the tip of the blade into the frozen ground, and once it was secure he placed the severed head on it's handle. Then with a look of fury in his red eyes, he turned back to the camera, for he knew Rayne and her cronies were watching.

Alright mother fuckers, now's your time.

*Tag*

[tag; you mind if I quote you on that, "alright mother fuckers now's your time"?]

Fear gripped the countryside upon confirmation of the death of Damien's son, Azrael. Loved throughout the country and embraced by all, his turn into darkness left Freeks across the country with many questions, and with his death came the reinstitution of fear. Civilians inside ULE City were shut up in their homes, too scared to flee for fear of Rayne, and too scared to stay for fear of Dreadfire. For hours after the broadcast the streets in AMF's capital were barren, save forwhat remained of Rayne's main forces.

Knowing the final battle was drawing near, Rayne retreated to the Westwind Citadel, the home of the now deceased Azrael the Advocate. It was a mammoth complex that was heavily armed and very hard to siege due to it's intricate anti-air defenses and artillery platforms. This would be her best defense at this point, and with the skies darkening and the winds picking up, the tides of war were about to crash. Never had Rayne thought that Damien would have been able to run such a mighty gauntlet against all odds, but the power that resided inside Dreadfire was greater than even she anticipated.

With her Striker legions decimated by the ariel assault by the Death Dealers, those that still remained hid in the trees and other dark places, for a head on clash with Damien would be costly, even for such hideously modified creatures. The few Sentinel divisions that were still under her control began to dig in and make ready for the downhill onslaught, and as the sun began to fade over the tops of the mountains, the sounds of artillery could be heard. Dreadfire's forces that sat at the top of the ULE Mountains began strategically shelling key locations throughout the city, mainly any route of escape. The civilian sectors were ignored, but the standing order was to raze it all if the enemy forces began taking refuge there.

High in the skies near Freeksburg port, several bomber and fighter wings took off from inside the Sentinel and headed directly for ULE City. Even though resistance across the country was still sporadic and sometimes stiff, Damien's forces were too weary to go it alone. Though risky to use aircraft, at this stage in the game it was all or nothing.

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OOC: Bump for views, comments, and involvement.

OoC: Opened this up for a reply but had to go to rugby...If you don't want me in this, just T/G me or tell me in your next post and I'll delete this.

Also, when reading about the ministries, keep in mind that Kriegorgrad is a 1984 nation. Fyi, this is just a glorified TAG.

IC: The buzzing hive of COMSEC, the nerve centre of the numerous satellites positioned throughout the known world - it was only happenstance that surveillance station #043 swooped over AMF, actually, it wasn't happenstance, the things happening in Automagfreek had attracted the all-seeing eye of COMSEC. O'brien leant over the shoulder of the intelligence officer seeing through the satellite's iris, the screen showed the black-and-white image of artillery opening fire from mountains.

"Well Comrade? What news regarding Automagfreek?"

"The dark one is retaking his throne."

"Dreadfire...Dreadfire! And you thought it not wise to inform us of this minor change?"

"But Comrade..."

"But nothing! You should've informed us earlier!"

"I apologise Comrade but..."

"Don't let it happen again, or you'll be going to the labour camps."

"Thank you Comrade."

"Now what do you see in this situation, Comrade?"

"Opportunity."

"Precisely, you have learnt well."

"Thank you once more, Comrade!"

The officer's enthusiastic gratitude went unheeded as O'Brien was already striding down the corridors and out of the building to the waiting car to the Ministry of Fear for the diplomatic message to be sent out. Then to the Ministry of Peace for certain preparations...

Both Vastivan subs slid beneath the waves - but not before rebroadcasting Damian's speech to HSI HQ, and sending another fury of SHARD drones into the heavens to watch from afar.

Recovered Excerpts Detailed in a Report from the Sacred Architects of Humanity (SAH)

Local Schultarian Intelligence Directorate (SID - 1) Private Report

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"Unite the free at all costs, build a new future for all humanity"

-Location: Automagfreek

-Situation: Deposition of known authoritarian ruler Damien DREADFIRE by party of unknown origin. Leader of deposition (alias: RAYNE) is noted as de facto controller of the Automagfreek nation and its resultant territorial holdings. After a brief hiatus to regain military strength and international political support, DREADFIRE has begun an earnest military operation to defeat the currently established Automagfreek Nazi Party and usurp RAYNE from effective political control...

...while the Nazi government appears to gain legitimacy through the use of Azrael the ADVOCATE, but has lost this ideological advantage through his death as enacted by DREADFIRE. The military conflict ensuing in Automagfreek (and resultant political damage of both sides from the use of military force) has left the populace in a state of martial law and perpetual uncertainty. There has been some argument as to whether various alternate forces are at play in this event given the repetition of this even some years ago, but this has been largely relegated as an act of politically motivated...

...as examined through the SKC presence in ULE City from Operation:Brimstone, the populace at large remains fairly anonymous and relatively free to hold independent ideas under DREADFIRE. Compared to the leadership of RAYNE, whose atrocities have been well documented in both private edict and unaltered video evidence (see captured SID reports SDC0312115-AMF8b through AMF97f), DREADFIRE remains the only viable option for political security in the region at this time. While we do not condone the structure his government has enforced, it will be easier to come to...

-Final Analysis: The population, currently torn between an oppressive or a violent leadership, is in a state of rampant indecisiveness and fear. Given the savagery of conflict, the relative ease by which several Architect enclaves could enter the nation is not to be dismissed...

...entry into the nation at this time is preferable. Establish a presence and begin the process of indoctrination of key... Possibility of establishing a suitable democratic body with substantial rights is possible given proper persuasion of authorities. DREADFIRE is to be treated with utmost deference and caution in any future matters concerning...

HSI HQ and VAS Command decided this was the moment to get involved on the side they'd sworn long ago to uphold.

High above, Vastivan satellites targeted AMF satellites - communication relays in particular - and with heavy bursts of maser emissions, silently began picking them off. True, it would be a short term event only, but perhaps just long enough to further destabilize the situation.

The Tudrussel Platform had been storing up a burst charge: it chose this moment to fire it, searing a huge patch of Automagfreek still within Rayne's control with thousands of gigawatts of power. All channels, all frequencies, everyone with anything turned on would hear a single message, modulated into Damian's voice, throbbing through speakers and headphones - and not a few showerheads, faucets, doorknobs, and anything else able to vibrate a transmission - just before they all blew out.

The net result would likely cause some power outages, further adding to the chaos and disorder.

A single message, a single sentence, delivered in a hammerblow.

Alright mother fuckers, now's your time. (http://allthingsflash.com/links/files/cartoons/All_Your_Base.swf)

"What else do we have available onsite?"

"Four Pierpont submarines is the extent of our available forces, General. Tudrussel reports it can attempt another power surge in six hours time, capacitors are charging. We could..."

"In six hours, Colonel, this could all be over."

"Yes, General. Apologies, but there are not even any useful HSI groups on site."

"Very well. Bring the submarines around to here and here, attempt to cut off any sort of back door escape by Rayne. Have the Kilo fleet off IDF move towards AMF - there's no reasonable chance they'll arrive in time, but just in case. Include Captain Dofreey's Catapult group from New Pakistan waters, the SSGNs will give more firepower."

"General, you know their sail time will be more then eighteen hours, at full speed."

"I'm well aware of that, Colonel. However I would rather it be eighteen hours from now then from 'too late'."

O.O.C. Be-warned. My PM is going to be BullS**Ting like there’s no tommorow. See if you can spot it.

I.C.

The Celackian parlimentary house was silent. It was just minutes before the vote of wheter or not to send the military to Automagfreek to help Dreadfire regain control and to help stabilize the region. The prime minister, Jim F. Tuesat was speaking, his voice booming through the large and ancient chamber.

“We must help Dreadfire. Many of you question why should we usurp the government of the AMF nazi party, who have done nothing to us. You ask why our soldiers must die in a foreign land for something that matters not to us. You ask why we should install a violent leader who is responsible for genocide in power in what is undoubtley one of the most powerful nations in the world. There is one answer

To save human lives

The AMF nazi party is ruling over it’s people with an iron fist. It is ruling through fear. We Celackains have always been against oppresion and tyrany. Our nation was founded fighting it. Are we to turn our back on our nation’s history, our proud traditions, and our ideals? Are we to discard everything we and our forefathers stood for?

I know Dreadfire personally. He is one of the few men I truly count as friends. Automagfreek has always been Celack’s ally through every time of need since we have contact with them and we have always stood with them in their times of need. We have stood aside each other through the WMNK, APTO and NATO. I can reveal this now. One of the reasons we won the final war with CapAp was that Dreadfire had also launched a secret assualt on CapAp which distracted and eventually destroyed a large portion of their forces. Can we turn our back on someone who helped us in our greatest hour of our need, when he faced total annilhilation?


Dreadfire is not a warmongerer. His nation is constantly attacked by lesser nations for no reason. These nations are always run by madmen. The only way to stop them from hurting many more innocents is total war. If it is not preformed, the nation will declare war on another nation and will kill more innocents. I know Dreadfire has always debated wheter to use it for days, even weeks. Everytime he authorizes total war, he feels guilty about the deaths of innocent people.

I ask that we vote to support Dreadfire in his war to reclaim his land from the tyrant Rayne.

Thank you”


Later that day

The votes were totaled.It was 365 votes in favour and 37 against. Military action has been sanctioned.

Rayne's forces continued to funnel into the northern passages in the ULE Mountains as the ANP fled to the ships that waited in port. With most of her systems destroyed and the sudden loss of AMF satellites, there would be no way for her to forsee what was making it's way northward.....the Sentinel. Shells continued to rain into the very streets of ULE City, and Dreadfire's troops began to swell on the mountain tops.

With confusion setting in and death raining down, Rayne ordered massed artillery and rocket strikes at random locations in hopes of thinning Damien's ranks. The rocket strikes proved futile, as they were swatted from the air by various anti-missile batteries, but the artillery had a much better effect. The shells exploded, sending clouds of volitile gas everywhere. Shit, VX! Could be heard across the various Sentinel positions, and many hundreds were lost when they were unable to get thier masks on quick enough.

This action did not go unpunished, and scores of NAPALM tipped shells were fired at Rayne's batteries and into the very streets themselves. Flames erupted everywhere and the wails of death could be heard even at the top of the mountains. The time had come for the final push into ULE City, this would be the defining moment. Gathering up the remaining elements of his weary infantry and nearly spent armor, Damien perpared to make the final charge in this conflict.

Taking one last look at the now frost covered head of his son Azrael, The Destroyer took up his rifle and whispered a few words to the Gods above. Moments later, he stood at the head of his remaining Sentinel legions and gave them a long look. Outnumbered, undersupplied, and against all odds, their actions on this day will echo throughout eternity.

"General, OVERSIGHT reports massive firestorms through ULE City."
General Riva Sola al-Din accepted that with a nod of her head.
"We also have scattered reports of the use of VX biological agents..."

"Report from Tudrussel. The groups are too close now for another pulse. Commander Akhgar Yashar al-Shahab requests permission to keep the AMF satellite network suppressed instead."
"Granted. What of our fleets?"
"Our closest fleet, besides the one on site, is still twelve hours away."
"Damn!"

"...OVERSIGHT reports, sir. Massive fleet movements, mostly NATO nations..."

"Report from Captain Nadezhda Koshechka Vodianova, it reads 'We have closed the back door'...."

It began to swirl together in one huge pile of action, a beehive of activity, all balanced on Damian's blade. Already, Nassanuellan port facilities bustled with activity, loading not one but two relief convoys destined for AMF waters, to launch within hours.

... if...

Too many if's in this, even for a Dreadfire. She intoned to herself, half listening to a report telling her even more aid would arrive just a bit too late. Godspeed, Damian.

20:35 CST
Etteradi
Celack


Tuesat watched the buildings pass by outside his limo. He sighed. He knew that he had just condemn at least hundreds of men to death in a war far away.Earlier today several regiments had been mobilized. They had been on standby for several weeks. They were loaded on war ships and sent off. It would take around 12 hours for them to reach Automagfreek.They had left at 14:00. The in-car phone rang. Tuesat picked up and waited for the encryption software to connect

“Yes?”

“Sir we have a problem. We our sattelites have detected Rayne’s massive counter-attack to the shelling of ULE city. She has launched several rockets and shells towards what seems to be random targets.”

Tuesat leant forward and turned on the in-car tv screen.

“Pipe what you have through to my screen.”


The screen started showing several photos shot from satellites.

“Give me the one in the upper left.”

A shot of the mountains with several rockets appearing on the lower right of the screen. As the rockets moving upwards all of them burst into flames as they are taken down. There are still impacts on the ground and a green cloud forming from the impact zones

“What the hell?”

“Shells sir. It appears to be carrying some sort of gas.”

Tuesat sat for the next ten minutes watching and listening to reports of the counter barrage from Dreadfire’s forces.
This is the hell I am sending my men into? May God help them all.”Tuesat though

. Finally they was a report filtered through

“Sir? We have evidence that Dreadfire’s forces are mobilizing. This may be the final push into ULE.”

“Shit! How far are our forces?”

“5 hours until landfall sir.”

‘Fuck!Then they have to get to ULE itself. Tell the Aircraft carriers to launch bombing and recon missions as soon as they are in range.”

“Yes sir.”

‘Hopefully our forces can arrive in time before Dreadfire is wiped out. Fighting in a city is the hardest battleground. Even if our troops arrive, it is no guarentee we’ll take it. Even if we do it will take at least months and cause a large number of casualties. It will become a war of attrition. I think – hope – that we’ll win.”

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7 hours earlier

Captain Jeff Hains hugged his wife. He hadjust heard the announcement that military action was authorized and he knew what that meant. Him and his squad would be deployed. He knew some of his men would die but he was steeled for it.What really made him afraid, deep down, was the fact that it was more than likely that the majority of the fighting would be made in a city on the offensive. He had been a vetran of at least 2 campaigns featuring it and the battles in the city had been the hardest and where the most people had died. After that his squad was considered the experts of the Celackian military on cityfights and they were being sent in.

He patted the head of his son and then headed out of his house.He turned around and took a long look at it, as if subconciously, he knew he would not make it back.

He got in his car and drove to the military base. 1 hour later he was on a troopship leaving Celack, never to return.

An unspecified location, the Pentagon, Crystal City, Tiburon Main, Tiburon
Monday, March 21, NCE 201

"You can't possibly be serious!"

"We are, sir. Deadly serious. Operation Spitbreak must commense."

"Operation Requiem already proved that trying to reinstate democracy in that nation is completely meaningless! Why prolong this needlessly?"

"Yes, I know it did. But this is different. AMF will return if it wants to. All we have to do now is weaken the dictatorship."

"Weaken...?"

"Whether Nazi or not, it must be done."

"I can't do anything about this, can I. Can I!?"

"No, sir. Neither the President nor Congress know about it. And this is General Kuztlo's order."

"So just because Kuztlo doesn't want to accept that he's washed up and that Zechs and Trieze are in command... he signed this monstrosity?"

"Yes, sir. But don't worry. We've made precautions. No one can ever trace it back to us or to you. Your job is safe.

"All right. Dismissed."

It shall begin, Major Jaha-Zole, whether you care about the soldiers or not. Freedom isn't negotiable- remember that.
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Somewhere west of Automagfreek, 20 miles outside Freekian territorial waters
The aerospace MS carrier Marshall Islands

"Titans Strike Force team, all hands, proceed to launch catapult for liftoff. Repeat. Titans Strike Force team, all hands, proceed to launch catapult for liftoff."

The crew of the Marshall Islands and the precious force they were about to send hurried around the ship for launch positions. All 46 Mobile Suits stood in line, the first being the commander's Sazabi. Corporal Zolio Ashay sat in the seat of his Sazabi. Behind him, the Geara Dogas and Jagd Dogas stood awkwardly inside the launch catapult. Tiburonese ships were made for Tiburonese mobile suits, not Oberolian ones, and the angles that projected from the mobile suits made them difficult to launch. Plus, there was the fact that the government denied this mission and the strike force's very existence. But what had to be done had to be done.

Mobile Suit Status= Ready
Launch Catapult= Ready
Weapons Systems= Ready
Units Ready to Launch

One by one, the mobile suits sped towards ULE City. Towards the battle close at hand- to destroy all that came in its way. Rather a violent government than an oppressive one.

Operation Spitbreak had begun.

OOC: The MSs I'll be using:

MSN-04 Sazabi (http://gundam.anime.net/images/mecha/MSN-04.GIF) (x1)
MSN-03 Jagd Doga (http://gundam.anime.net/images/mecha/MSN-03.GIF) (x5)
AMS-119S Geara Doga DX (http://www.mahq.net/mecha/gundam/cca-msv/ams-119s.jpg) (x40)

OOC: I am tagging this, because I know AMF to be very good at this sort of thing.

~ Romandeos.

The time had come for Damien to make his final assault, but moments before he was to decend the ULE Mountains, disturbing word came to him from over the radio. AMF's satellites were being knocked out, and foreign armies marched on it's doorstep. Wether of good intention or not, now was not the time to be second guessing the manner of Dreadfire's resolve. Not even the Lord Reaver had set foot onto AMF soil, and neither would any foreign army for that matter.

~From the mouth of Lord Damien the Destroyer, the rightful Supreme Warlord of the Excessively Armed Empire of Automagfreek~

Attention, any and all foreign powers that have been motioring this conflict, you are ordered to cease any and all involvement in this matter and return home. I frown upon the landing of foreign forces and knocking out Automagfreek's vast satellite network. If those responsible for this do not cease and desist, then once I have regained power I will come for you first.

There will be no further warning issued.

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---Damien the Destroyer---

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With the message away, Lord Damien ordered his armor forward, and after rallying his Sentinels he then let once one final atrillery barrage. The shells landed everywhere save for the civilian sectors, and in an instant Damien's armor surged down the ULE Mountains on all sides, followed by every last Sentinel under his command. The few fortified defense positions that remained opened up in unison, raining death upon the massing Sentinel hoard.

At the Westwind Citadel, Rayne ordered all her defenses to activate and concentrate on repelling Dreadfire back up the mountains, but as enemy aircraft began entering ULE airspace, the orderes were changed to 'fire for effect'. All of the Citadel's air defenses roared to life, filling the air with hundreds of flak rounds and missiles, all the meanwhile the numerous artillery cannons were doing the same thing. The snowy mountains looked like a hill of ants swarming a bit of food, and at the front of the surging Sentinel mass was Damien himself, firing his rifle at any target that presented itself.

Rayne's forces were scattered and outnumbered, but every once in awhile a fist of Strikers would tear their way through Damien's line before being gunned down in a shower of lead. The final push for freedom had begun, and The Destroyer's chops watered as he fantasized about slowly slicing off the head of Rayne and mounting it on his trophy wall.

General Sola blinked at this latest missive.

"Stand down all forces, order Kilo and Catapult back to station. Inform Tudrussel they are to cease and desist all active operations - passive observation only. And inform Captain Nadezhda Koshechka Vodianova she and her forces are to "return to deep blue and rest"."

As aides took the orders, and began transmitting new ones, Riva looked at the map.

Interesting ally Vastiva has in Damian. She shook her head, her interest in the conflict becoming that of an observer, nothing more.

Dreadfire's tanks plowed through the roadblocks and other defenses, smashing them to bits and crushing those who tried to repel them. Mere seconds later Damien's Sentinels swarmed the area, being careful to avoid overturned tanks and other flaming obstacles. Gunfire was everywhere and the destrution grew by the minute as Rayne's forces collided fiercely with the battle weary forces of Damien, but the undying determination and unrelenting agression that burned inside Dreadire began to rub off on his Sentinels, and soon the entire ULE Valley was surrounded.

Having been driven back to the Westwind Citadel, Rayne and the other ANP officers began looking for a quick escape, but as the aircraft continued their near suicide runs over ULE airspace, any hope of an exit disappeared. For the first time in her existance she felt pure terror, but her hatred and desire to destroy soon overcame these feelings, and she began suiting herself up for the inevitable close range combat.

Sentinels continued to move street to street, house to house, killing anything that resisted or marched under the banner of Rayne. Several hours of fierce bloodshed had already passed, and for the most part the battle was drawing to a close. The Westwind Citadel continued it's unrelenting strikes into Damien's forces, but soon the keep itself was under direct fire. Shells battered the sides of the Citadel, and from the watchtowers the advancing Sentinel hoard could be seen closing in. With the Citadel within charging distance, Dreadfire drew his sword and swung it fiercely above his head, rallying his remaining Sentinels to his side and began the final run.

Rayne cursed and sword aloud that she would not be taken down without a fight, and she too ordered her remaining Sentinels and Strikers to charge from the Citadel's gates, and as the mighty stone doors flew open, a tide of soldiers spilled forth with their guns blazing. At the rear was Rayne, reluctant to join the slaughter, but instead sitting bcak and weighing the situation before she would directly commit.

Onward my children, for the dawn!

Damien then charged directly into the advancing mass, firing every last bullet he had before drawing his sword and carrying on. Rayne's forces began to bottleneck, and after no more than 5 mintues her numbers had been diminished. Knowing the end was now, Rayne concentrated all her energies on her body, and soon she began to mutate.

Just as she did before, the skin on her body tore into shreds, revealing black and greenish scales that were as hard as rock. Her arms grew to nearly 10 feet in length, topped off by razor sharp talons. Damien looked on in awe as her once enchantingly beautiful body was distorted and transformed. Large spikes and a hard exo-skeleton formed across her body in the near blink of an eye, and her neck stretched and distorted before her pretty face stretched and fell away. Her jaw extended several feet forward, and hundreds of long sharp teeth forces their way from her gums. A hideous sight she was indeed, standing some 30 feet tall.

What powers have Hell has she summoned? What abomination of the underworld is this? Damien said to himself as Rayne roared loudly and ran directly into Damien's line, flinging Sentinels hundreds of yards through the air. Every last remaining Sentinel poured on everything they had left, but Rayne's mutated body was too resilient to the bullets. Just as the hope of victory began to fade, a burning fire exploded inside of Dreadfire. The aura of The Destroyer had awakened, and his red eyes lit up brighter than the sun and began literally spewing forth flame.

He raised his mighty hand and ordered his Sentinels to fall back. Stay back my children, I will handle his unholy bitch myself!

He then took up his shining sword in both hands and ran as fast as his legs could carry him towards Rayne.

Dreadfire's blade began to glow a pearly white as he came within mere feet of the monstrous abomination, and he swung it with all his might repeatedly. The creature howled and roared in pain as Dreadfire's blade landed blow after blow, but with a mighty swing of her arm she smacked Damien several dozen yards backwards, and he crashed through the stone walls of the Citadel. The battlefield grew quiet for a second, for everone present including Rayne thought that the Warlord was killed instantly. But Damien flew through the hole in the wall, running faster than his own legs could move, and his teeth were clenched viciously and his eyes were now the color of pure magma.

The two continued to fight it out brutally, with the two of them landing heavy blows on eachother repeatedly. Every once in awhile, a lone Sentinel would fire off some cheap shots at Rayne's head, hitting her in the neck, mouth, and eyes. But blinding the creature did nothing, for even without eyes she could still see. As Damien's body continued to take an ungodly pounding, hope began to fade. Even the unrelenting spirit of The Destroyer was begining to lose strength as the two continued to battle through the streets and up through the ULE Mountains. Damien took another huge hit, sending him screaming through the air and crashing into a large snow covered rock at the top of the mountains.

As he watched Rayne lurch closer and closer to him, he felt the cool winds blow in from the west, and a hint of snow flurries and the smell of spring flowers accompanied it. He looked down into the ULE Valley and saw as his Sentinels finished securing the city and began moving towards his location to help save their leader.

It is done...the war is over. As s half smile crossed his face, the shadow of Rayne stood over him. She was mere yards away, and in his weakened state he knew that he would not live to see peace. But a voice inside him spoke to him and told him to rise...rise to his feet and finish what he had started.

You have gone against all odds, brother. You have done what they told you you could not, you have fought harder than anyone else has fought. The end is not now, for your line will continue and you will live to see peace once again.

The voice was Bastien the Bronze, speaking to him from across the realms. He glanced to the left, away from the figure of Rayne and saw him standing there, his golden braids blowing in the ULE breeze. He was clothed in his ceremonial attire with his sword hanging at his side, and he smiled at Damien and nodded his head. His image faded away as Rayne scooped up Damien and prepared to split him in two, but every last ounce of strength inside him came to the surface, and the words of his fallen brother Bastien drove him further.

He thrust the Relic's Sword into the wrist of Rayne, and a jet of black blood flew into the air as he removed the blade and grabbed ahold of her elbow. The quickly scurried up her left arm as she writhed in pain, and howling with everything inside him he drove the blade deep into her neck and began sawing as hard as he could. Rayne thrashed and tried to throw Damien off, but all that did was make it easier for the blade to cleave her flesh. Dreadfire removed the sword and stood atop her shoulders, and with one final spurt of strength he swung one final time, sending Rayne's head to the ground in a pool of black blood. Her body slumped to the ground, and moments before impact Damien jumped clear of her fallen mass.

The end had come.

Several days has passed, and the weary Warlord slept nonstop without waking. His body had been through an ordeal that no normal human being could endure, but with every last ounce of courage inside him he defeated the Automagfreek Nazi Party and resumed his role as Supreme Warlord of AMF. As he woke on the fifth day, news had come in of the Sentinel's efforts. As the ANP retreated to the north, the Sentinel and the returning forces of Brinks and Zander met them head on, and the near half a million Sentinels that landed took care of every last one of them, destroying their bodies and putting them on display on the sands.

The day had been won, but it was not without loss. Azrael the Advocate was dead, the Death Dealers were decimated, The One was lost, and AMF's offensive capability was hurt. However, despite internal damage and a weary populace, Automagfreek was still in the fight. In fact, an animal is most dangerous when it is wounded.....

As the cleanup began, The Destroyer took to the streets to rebuild alongside his people. He had been working on a speech for the official declaration of victory that he would share that night, but for now it was time to mend the nation's wounds. Long would be the day before the Freeks would put stock in anyone other than Dreadfire, for he selflessly threw himself into the very fires of Hell to preserve their way of life.

One thing also reminded Damien that his job was not finished: the armies that stood at his doorstep. Surely this would be an issue he would have to address in his speech, and after a long day of working side by side with his people, the Warlord retired to the Great Hall. Although a mess, his chambers still stood and were still liveable, and his many servants worked around the clock to repair the damage.

Tonight will be the night that the name Automagfreek once again strikes fear into the hearts of our enemies. Tonight will be a night of change....tonight will not be a night of wolves, but a night of shining princes and golden swords. It's time for change.


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OOC: Thank you to all who were involved in this thread, and sorry for ending it so soon, but this has dragged on long enough and I just wanted it done. Sorry if some of you got cheated out of a good RP with me, but shoot me a TM if you want to get something going. I will post a new thread for Damien's victory speech.

EDIT: Here it is: http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=408071

OOC: Well. Didn't see that one coming. Man, and I had Operation Spitbreak perfectly planned out, too! Ah, well.

IC: The message flashed on every screen simultaneously. Every soldier, whether heading towards Automagfreek or stationed on the deck of the Marshall Islands, knew of their fate here. The fate of Operation Spitbreak.

DX22: It's... over? Just like that?
SpitCom: Appears to be that way. I've just received orders from the Pentagon to head back.

The strike force, truly a formidable force, did what any force would do in that situation.

They turned around and headed for home.
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An unspecified location, the Pentagon, Crystal City, Tiburon Main, Tiburon
Monday, March 21, NCE 201

"What!? But... but I..."

"General Kuztlo. Your preparations for an ill-conceived, misplaced war have been thwarted, it seems. You won't be playing glory hound with military lives.

General? As you know, I am Lieutenant Special AT of the armed forces, making me one of the six direct deputies of the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff. This reckless mission is completely unacceptable and unbecoming of a Tiburonese general. One more mistake like this will provide you with a demotion to corporal. Understood?

"But that's impossible!"

"It's quite possible. Dismissed."