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OOC: Although all operations are between me and Anagonia, you can commet or whatever.

IC:
Location: Tenochitilán, México, ANL
Underneath the Grand Union Chambers - War Room

Premier Quetzalcoatl Nochtli (http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y50/Spectrechris/randy_castillo.jpg), Vice Premier Coyotepec Xoxoctic (http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y50/Spectrechris/Zedillo.jpg), Minister of War Warrior-General Tlanextic Zazanilli (http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y50/Spectrechris/Che_Best.jpg) and Foreign Minister Dr. Darius Wellington (http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y50/Spectrechris/george.jpg) convened at an dark oak table underneath the Grand Union Chambers, the capitol building of the ANL.

“Sir,” said General Tlanextic Zazanilli, referring to the Premier, “We are ready to begin our operations in Anagonia. Currently, we have an large battle fleet ready to station in their harbors, and we have appointed Fleet Admiral Thomas Ericsson (http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y50/Spectrechris/drpetrov.jpg) as commander of the interim government with Finance Minister John Carter (http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y50/Spectrechris/CyrusVanceSoS.jpg) as the Vice-Commander.”

The Premier looked over to the Vice Premier, obviously, he had something to say. Quickly, Coyotepec asked, “Sir, do you believe we’re ready to do this? It will be quite difficult; the resources needed to are monstrous.”

“Indeed, but, we have to, it’s our duty to do this.” Replied the Premier.

With that, the meeting was finalized and the transition of power approved. This would be the first time the ANL would engage in sending the military to another nation to take over it.

Dr. Wellington sent a telegram over to Anagonia,


To: The Allied Republics of Anagonia
From: The United Socialist Republic of Aztec National League
Subject: Transition of Power

The Aztec National League is sending over the First Aztec Fleet and approximately 5,000 Jaguar Warrior Infantrymen to facilitate the transfer of power. Expect us to be there approximately in 5 (NS) days.

-Dr. Darius Wellington



Within three hours, the First Aztec Fleet departed towards the Allied Republic of Anagonia to secure it.

1st Aztec Fleet:
Commander: Fleet Admiral Thomas Ericsson, Executive Officer of the SAS Aztlán and the Aztec Navy.

2 Unión class Advanced Battleships (BBX)
1 Aztlán Class Heavy Battleship (BBH- Aztec Flagship – SAS Aztlán)
2 Duran Class Heavy Carriers (CVH)
-80 AZ/MiG-29D per ship
3 Teraztlán Class Battle cruisers (BCH)
5 Challenger Class Heavy Cruisers (CAI)
2 Long Beach Class Heavy Missile Cruisers (CA)
3 Veracruz Class Light Cruisers (CL)
5 Iztapia Class Frigates
10 Typhoon-II Class Stealth Attack Submarines (SSBN)
5 Los Angeles Class Attack Submarines
3 K-290 Transports
-1000 Jaguar Warrior Infantrymen per ship

By air:
30 AZ/MiG 21B Eagle Warriors
20 MiG 29A Phoenixes

Supreme General Drakomis N. Reign looked over to his trusted comrade, Chief General Oscar Vladinchi. He, and Oscar, had just read the telegram. So far, the intelligence and plans had been correct, going along with everything that they knew should happen. It wasn't long before Drakomis realized how much this would cost his Nations resources, and he sighed deeply. But, he knew, everything had to go just right....

"Sir," commented Oscar, "perhaps we should bring out the welcome mat?"

Drakomis nodded, "Yes, I believe that would be a good idea. Bring all avaliable ships to Operational status." He grinned, "Let's make this look challenging."

Chief General Vladinchi nodded, and brought out a digital pad from his pocket, and pressed a few things on its touch-screen.

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Above the skies of Anagonia, a fleet of five ships had been stationed. Sure, they could allow a Navy with sea ships, but the Supreme General wanted to make it look interesting. So, he dispatched a few Heavy Cruisers and five Battlecruisers as a "welcome mat", of sorts.

It was somewhat ironic that a few jet planes flew around these space-faring ships. Nothing special, just a display of technology. However, it did make for a good sight for the people on the ground, and hopfully for the ships to arrive from.....the other side of the arena.

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It wouldn't be long before Anagonia would go through its finest hour, of course it could be a neutral hour, depending on how you viewed the situation. All that everyone knew was that, what was to come, was to be the greatest thing to happen to Anagonia for over a decade or two.

Aboard the SAS Azltán

“Sir!” Yelled out a radar officer, “Many large sensor contacts, mostly located in the air, sir.”

Ericsson ran over to the sensor display and looked over it, “Damn, I forgot Anagonia was space faring, I guess we’ll have an interesting challenge when we get within range.” He then turned to the helm officer, “Continue on course, full speed ahead.”

The large battle fleet of 41 ships moved across the water, the large waves crashing upon the ships’ bows. The Anagonian ships certainly had a major technological advantage over the ANL fleet. While the rest of the crew was ogling and talking about the impressive array of technology, Admiral Ericsson thought about a much more poignant situation.

His first officer walked up to him as he sat in his Captain’s chair and asked, “Something on your mind, sir?”

“Tonhuac, I’m about to take on the greatest responsibility of my life. Never would I have thought this would happen, nor could anything prepare me for this. Needless to say, I’m entering uncharted waters, and in all reality, there is the possibility that I and the ANL could lose.”

Tonhuac looked at the Admiral and knew his concerns could not match that of the Admiral’s. He could simply say, “Sir, you know where all behind you on this, and the ANL will not abandon you. We’ll overcome this situation.”

“I certainly hope so.” Said the Admiral.

==SEVERAL HOURS LATER==

“All hands, report to your stations!” Ordered Admiral Ericsson.

Klaxons and alarms resounded throughout the Aztec ships. Within minutes, all the men and women aboard went to their stations, waiting for whatever was next. To them, this could be anything, as they were only told they were going to Anagonia. Only a handful of people knew what was going on.

“Sir, we see land…and…oh my god!” Yelled out the yeoman.

The midday sun was blotted out by the massive superstructures suspended above the ships. One by one, the Aztec fleet was covered by the impenetrable shade. As the crew looked up at the ominous force above, they couldn’t help but wonder what those ships were doing. Clearly, it was beyond anything they could guess. As the crew began to worry about their fates, the Admiral stood up and said,

“Open communications with the Anagonian government…”

A few tense seconds passed,

“Channel open, sir.” Said the communications officer.

“This is Fleet Admiral Thomas Ericsson of the Aztec Battleship Aztlán, we are here to commence Operation: Grab Bag. Please allow us to dock.”

The crew who didn’t know what was going on was very perplexed, was this war or was this peace?

The Communications Officer turned to the Admiral, “We have permission to dock.”

“Excellent, helm, take us into port.”

“Yes Sir.”

Quickly, the ships emerged from the shadows of the massive star ships above and steamed to the port. The Admiral then clicked on a button, activating the PA system of the ship. In his typical low key voice, the Admiral said, “To fulfill the requirements set out by the United Socialist Republic of Aztec National League and the Allied Republic of Anagonia, I hereby step down temporarily as the executive officer of the Aztlán, the commander of the Aztec 1st Fleet and the Admiral of the Aztec Navy. I have pre-appointed my replacements. For the Aztlán and the First Fleet, the new executive officer shall be Captain Romero Tonhuac.”

With that, the Admiral turned away from the PA system and let the new interim commander take over the chair, for Ericsson was no longer an Admiral, but rather, an unofficial President, or at least, unofficial for a while.

As the Aztec ships docked quietly at in the port, Supreme General Drakomis N. Reign looked over the large fleet. "Impressive ships, of course they aren't space ships, but, for a naval fleet, not bad."

Quietly, the two men waited on the dock.

Soon, one man began to walk down one of the ladders on the ship. Wearing the black Soviet uniform of the Aztec National League, Supreme General Drakomis Reign looked over the officer. The ANL Admiral had to be quite young, no more than 38. When the Admiral came up to him, Reign extended out his hand in a friendly gesture, "Welcome to the Allied Republic of Anagonia, Admiral."

Quietly, Admiral Ericsson shook his hand and said, "Shall we commence the operation?"

Although disappointed, Reign quietly said, "Let's get this over with. From this point on, the Allied Republic of Anagonia has become a protectorate of the United Socialist Republic of Aztec National League. Therefore, I, and the entire Anagonian government steppes down until Operation Grab Bag has terminated. You, Fleet Admiral Thomas Ericsson are officially declared the leader of Anagonia during Operation Grab Bag."

Admiral Ericsson, or now, Chancellor Thomas Ericsson, said to Reign, "Sir, may I ask what are you going to do with your time until you re-assume power?"

Reign looked out to the ocean, "I'm taking a break, maybe permanent."

Thomas Ericsson smiled and said to Chief General Oscar Vladinchi, "As my first official act, you are going to be the Commissioner of Defense."

Vladinchi nodded.

Quietly, both Vladinchi and Ericsson went into a car to head to the capital of Anagonia, while Supreme General Reign walked over to his own car and headed home for a long deserved break.

.::B R E A K I N G ~ N E W S::.

The Allied Republic of Anagonia has been formally annexed into the Aztec National League until a later time. Although the reasons are not know, Fleet Admiral Thomas Ericsson has formally and peacefully taken over Anagonia at 3:00 PM.

OOC: All right, from this point on and until later, all RPs involving Anagonia will actually be done by the player of the ANL (me.) Both I and Anagoniga worked this out via telegram. His computer is dead, and until he is able to get his computer and internet service back up and running, I'm going to take care of Anagonia.