NationStates Jolt Archive

General Creighton Eastmoreland cradled a thick cigar between his delicate lips, savoring the taste, his eyes glazed as fumes of smoke drifted into his nostrils. He was so overcome with relaxation he nearly forgot the gravity of this meeting. Leaning far back in an old armchair, with tattered holes exposing yellow stuffing like an evisceration revealing coils of intestines, his feet propped up onto the back of a young Shooban, he looked more like a kindly grandfather reminiscing about the good old days than an austere general contemplating a plan upon whose success the future of a nation hinged.

Turning his head fractionally, he stole a glance at his gold rolex: 11:57 P.M.

The curtains were drawn, the door locked, everything painstakingly examined for bugs. Once it was confirmed that this conversation would not leave the room, he spoke.

"The Generalissimo has gone too far," he said brusquely, stroking a thin, scrupulously-trimmed mustache the color of steel. "Imperialism abroad, despotism at home. One cannot honestly say that his actions do not liken him to a vicious fascist."

The other four generals nodded emphatically. "How true," one said laconically.

"Our freedom- our very survival- is being jeopardized by J.L.'s rambunctious, flamboyant, abrasive display of hostility and arrogance to the world," Eastmoreland said, his voice reaching high octaves of fury. "We're lucky his idiocy has not provoked a war. Indeed, we are fortunate to not have to call a mushroom cloud home."

The others' faces registered boredom; deciding to end his monotonous, rather lethargic rant, Eastmoreland cut right to the chase.

"J.L. must be stopped."

Silence.

"Democracy is the antidote to the poison of tyranny. But to administer the antidote, we must destroy the source of the poison."

More silence.

"We must oust the Generalissimo before it is too late," Eastmoreland continued, wearing a weathered expression on his face, frown creases forming in his forehead. "We must act now. Tonight. I have already mobilized the fifth, sixth, and seventh corps. As we speak, they are enveloping the Presidential Palace, bracing themselves to launch a full-fledged attack. I pray this coup will be bloodless, but I wouldn't hold my breath. I have been praying for democracy for decades, without so much as a nod of acknowledgement from any deity."

The men were all silent. Their faces were grim; no one spoke.

"I trust you all will support me in this venture," Eastmoreland said.

Though the room was free of bugs, no one was willing to risk it; rather than verbally acknowledge their support, they tacitly nodded. No words. Just nods.

"Thank you, gentlemen," Eastmoreland said, lifting his foot off the Shooban's back. "The guns should be firing as we speak."

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A sudden tumultuous shudder jolted the palace, causing J.L. to fall forward over the table, smothering the front of his military uniform in alfredo sauce. Cursing under his breath, his brain registered the disturbance and pondered whether it was seismically induced or inflicted by a hostile attack. Earthquakes in RB were rare; he decided upon the latter.
Without wasting a second, he stormed out of the room, moving in brisk, long strides, rushing into the communications room.

"Generalissimo! The pala-"

"I noticed," he said sourly. "Call in the divisions stationed at Stroessner Army Base and have them here on the double."

"Sir, it will take them at least an hour to-"

Another jolt shuddered the palace, making it shake like a malaria-infested man with bad chills. Windows stressed. Furniture changed position slightly. A few antiques tumbled to the floor, shattering.

Shit.

From downstairs, came the unmistakable sound of gunfire. The rank odor of gunpowder permeated the air, drowned out only by the stench of tension-induced perspiration in the radio operator, who was doused from head to toe in a thick film of sweat.

"We have to get out of here at once," he said, albeit reluctantly, fearing that the Generalissimo would accuse him of cowardice and shoot him without a second thought.

The gunfire continued.

J.L. knew it was hopeless. The sound of gunfire was continuous, and had lasted nearly a minute. That meant only one thing: the palace's guards were being overpowered.

The radio crackled.

He grabbed it. "J.L. here."

"Generalissimo, this is General Eastmoreland. You are hereby ordered to unconditionally surrender, resign the Presidency, and turn yourself in. Compliance will result in your living to see the light of the next day. Resistance is futile. Refuse, and you will be shot like a rabid wolf. What will it be?"

"Fuck you," J.L. bellowed vehemently, his voice betraying his livid, unadulterated, explosive rage, and he threw the radio across the room.

The radio operator said, "Sir, it's not too late. The helicopter on the roof-"

"Yes."

Though he hated to admit it, he knew the operator was right. Surrender was inevitable.

"What about my wife? My Cabinet?"

The radio operator made a few quick calls, and confirmed that they were already atop the roof, awaiting the Generalissimo so they could evacuate.

"Good, then let's go."

Minutes later, the helicopter rumbled to life, ascended into the star-filled sky, and sped off, leaving in its wake a small cadre of generals, ecstatic and savoring the sweet scent of success.

Outside of RB waters in the South China Sea.

The Ubercarrier PNS Black Sun spotted a chopper on its massive radar arrays.

They didn't think much of it though.

The helicopter thundered and wheeled over the vast stretches of placid ocean, suffused in the gentle golden aura exuded by the full moon.

Aboard the helicopter, everyone was sullen and taciturn.

Finally, the pilot asked laconically, "Where to?"

Without looking up, J.L. said in an atonal voice, "Parthia."

The helicopter turned direction and flew off into the dark night.

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The Parthian military within RB reacted quickly to the news on the Radio, "JL has been deposed and forced to flee by a military coup planning to institute democracy." General Shapur Tehrani knew what had to be done, and barked a few orders to make a countercoup of his own. The troops designed to protect Roach Busters from Liberal enemies would now be used to protect them from themselves.

Platoons of Immortals rushed into Humvees parked on the piers, each was heavily armed with at least one mortar and several heavy weapons. In this initial phase, the Parthians would capture taller buildings and hold them with a platoon of soldiers in order to provide an overlook on which to provide covering fire against enemy vehicles and soldiers. Blackhawk helicopters packed with soldiers rushed in over the buildings. Hopefully, if they moved fast enough they could provide the protection for the Parthian advance. Captian Darius Tabrizi was one of the men on the blackhawk, a paratrooper with the mission of capturing one of the furthest buildings overlooking areas near the Palace of JL himself. He knew it was dangerous, and hoped that they could hold it. As they passed down near the target, the zip lines deployed and the men were rushing down the ropes and blasting through the roof access door into the stairways with their guns in hand. More and more helicopters arrived, making this building held by a few platoons totalling 50 men, but determined men.

Meanwhile, AH-64s rumbled in the air followed by OH-6s while M-29 Rostam (Known to Doomingsland as the Arbiter) MBTs rumbled through the streets followed by columns of infantry. In the skies above, F-78s and JSFs roared through while the message went out on radio. "Patriots of Roach-Busters arise against these Socialist generals who decide to oppose your supreme leader"

tag this is good but i don't hove manpower for 3 wars

ooc: RB, the wedding thread.

"Huh? What's this? A revolution in RB?"

"Yup."

"Democracy, bah! Kill them all. "

The 2 non-sleek hulls of a pair of Draconis class Uberarsenalships sailed up.

27 STSAS-1 Red Raven cruise missiles with 5000kgs of ONC each, flew towards the palace to kill any traitors, which would probably be the gloating general, sitting in J.L's chair.

Please send me some ships to defend Basque spain against Coreys Land uyou said all i needed to do was ask you

To: General Shapur Tehrani
From: General Creighton Eastmoreland

We are not socialists. Democracy and laissez faire capitalism are not mutually exclusive, contrary to the propagandic idiocy promoted by you and Fuhrer J.L. I want freedom for RB, not disaster. Get your forces out of my country now.

ooc: wonder what my missile salvo destroyed
and FRIGGIN REPLY TO THE WEDDING THREAD RB!

Correction, your coup is against Parthian interests, and also against the will of my good friend JL. You will open the way to Communism with this little coup of yours, and I will not stand by. I will clean up this little mess for JL, and I invite all Roach Busters military forces still loyal to their leader JL to join us in punishing these usupers.

-Shah Khosru III

Please send me some ships to defend Basque spain against Coreys Land uyou said all i needed to do was ask you

OOC: Sure thing, but I don't have time to do another RP so I'll give you 25 Arleigh Burke destroyers, 10 Ticonderoga crusiers and 5 Los Angeles class SSNs.

A series of intermittent blips and bleeps caused the radio operator's replacement to snap back to attention. He barked into the radio, "Incoming! Over 20 missiles en route to this location, fire the SAMs now!!!"

As if on cue, the missile silos slid open and unleashed a stream of homing missiles with pin-point accuracy and cunning speed, which intercepted many of the missiles in mid-air, generating a series of explosions that would have been reminiscent of the burst of fireworks had the situation been less dire. Alas, several of the MassPwnage missiles eluded the pursuing missiles and managed to strike the place, decimating the entire eastern wing of the palace, killing over 241 people but utterly missing the area of the palace where Eastmoreland and his co-conspirators were.

Correction, your coup is against Parthian interests, and also against the will of my good friend JL. You will open the way to Communism with this little coup of yours, and I will not stand by. I will clean up this little mess for JL, and I invite all Roach Busters military forces still loyal to their leader JL to join us in punishing these usupers.

-Shah Khosru III

To: Shah Khosru III
From: General Creighton Eastmoreland

J.L. might be a glutton for fascist tyranny, but his autocratic despotism was incompatible with the people of RB. I will begin the conversion to a democracy, and demand that you refrain from intervening in our affairs.

"Alrighty, FUCK precision."

The 2 Uberarsenalships had a combined total of 72,000 VLS tubes loaded with Red Ravens. They could destroy half the country if they wanted to, but they wouldn't. They would just destroy a large piece of RB city.

"Sir, Civilian Casualities?"

"Oh fuck them!"

"Come on sir, don't be an ass, we're not even at war with them."

"Fine, fine."

30 more Red Ravens flew towards the palace.

Incompatible? The People love him! You can either let them have him as their ruler, or get destroyed and have a nice happy purge once I am done.

-Shah Khosru III

Incompatible? The People love him! You can either let them have him as their ruler, or get destroyed and have a nice happy purge once I am done.

-Shah Khosru III

To: Fuhrer Khosru III
From: General Creighton Eastmoreland

Shit, what kind of nation do you run, a Fourth Reich? Do the world a favor and plop a revolver into your mouth and pull the trigger. Mankind will rejoice. Only terrorists will mourn.

OOC: I only had time to skim but did J.L. leave the country cause TME is yelling at me from across the hall and wants to know if you want to come Aliados? I have to go....term paper....grrrrrr.

OOC: I only had time to skim but did J.L. leave the country cause TME is yelling at me from across the hall and wants to know if you want to come Aliados? I have to go....term paper....grrrrrr.

(OOC: Yes, J.L. left. He is en route to Parthia.)

OOC: This is open right?

OOC: RB, I assuming that my embassy has been finished. If not, then ignore this.

IC:
"Major Hawthorne! Shots are being fired in the city," shouted the young private who'd bent sent to get the CO of 4th Battalion, the guards of the new Malkyeri embassy.

"What? What the hell's going on?"

"I don't know, sir, but Captain Jameson said for you to get to the command room fast."

"Right. Thanks, Private." The soldier saluted, and ran outside, probably to get on the walls and look around with his comrades.

***

The command room was really just a large basement in the embassy, with the sole purpose of getting a message to Malkyer should anything bad happen. This embassy was new, and Roach-Busters and Malkyer were not what one would call good friends.

As Hawthorne entered the room, Captain Jameson and two other soldiers came to attention. The rest of the staff, five men, stayed at their computers and radios, figuring (correctly) that Hawthorne would rather they do their jobs than follow protocol. "As you were," he said, returning the salute. "What's up, Roger?"

Jameson replied, "We don't know for sure. Shots fired around the palace, sounded like artillery. A bunch of radio chatter, and some rumors, unconfirmed of course, that there's been a coup and J.L. has fled."

"Jesus...I'll get on the phone with the Ministry," he said, refering to the Ministry of Defense...

OOC: This is open right?

(OOC: I'm not sure if it's fully open or semi-open yet, but feel free to join.)

OOC: RB, I assuming that my embassy has been finished. If not, then ignore this.

(OOC: Yes, it's been finished.)

OOC: Are your troops coming to my nation to fight me?

OOC: Are your troops coming to my nation to fight me?

(OOC: It depends on if the countercoup is successful or not.)

ooc: if those 100 missiles kill the leader of the coup, the countercoup should be successful.

ooc: if those 100 missiles kill the leader of the coup, the countercoup should be successful.

(OOC: Please, don't shoot so many missiles. I don't want this to end quickly.)

ooc: aw crap...

How dare you refer to me as Fuhrer. I will gladly have you executed now.

-Shah Khosru III

The nation of Aliados is willing to send what troops it can spare if J.L. is willing to except them. It will not be much, but everything helps

- President Arterski

The reports have been going through the Transylvania’s embassy in Roach-Busters. The men did not know what to do but the guns in armories in the basement were being handed out. The total of 250 people are some what armed. Assault rifles like AK-47s, FA MAS 5.56MM assault rifles, M16s, and even old ass rifles like .30 caliber M1. Some of the guards have shotgun like SPAS 12s, Beretta Model 303s, Remington Model 1100s, and Mossberg 500ATPs. Most of them have some type of submachine guns and different types of pistols.

Johnno Phillips, the diplomat in Roach-Busters, was sending e-mails and other messages back to the Dominion. It is unknown if the messages got to the Council of Twelve but he senting them. Meanwhile, men were station at the windows and doors of the embassy. If anybody try to get in, they will have a hard time doing it.

OOC: Johnno Phillips’ info: This guy reminds you of a sneaky serpent. He has slanted brown eyes that are like two patches of dried blood. His thick, straight, sand-colored hair is worn in a style that reminds you of the rays of the sun. He's got a beard and moustache. He is tall and has a graceful build. His skin is cream-colored. He has a strong chin, full lips, small ears, and large-wide feet. His wardrobe is sexy and artistic, with a completely blue and white color scheme.

Official Declaration of War


In response to Shah Khosru III's illegal intervention in our sovereign affairs; in response to the Shah's threat to assassinate General Creighton Eastmoreland; in response to his anti-democratic policies which we believe influenced J.L.'s descent into fascism; and in response to Parthia's utter disregard for international law; we, the provisional revolutionary government of Roach-Busters do thus hereby issue an official declaration stipulating a state of war between Roach-Busters and Parthia.

ooc: edited to 30

"In the name of Ahura Mazda!" Screamed Captian Bijan Taheri, veteran of over 25 combat missions. His F-78 rocketed towards the center of RB city with 50 others in tow behind, searching for enemy airplaines. Messages went out from radioes. "All Roach Busters military personnel who do not wish to support these traitors should stand down and remain on the ground in their bases." Meanwhile 25 A-10s swooped in over the buildings and trained their vulcan cannons on the area around the palace the general was holed up in and unleashed a barrage of DU shells while dropping napalm as they passed overhead. M-109 155mm artillery opened fire as troops near the palaces in skyscrapers of RB city pointed their laser designators and allowed for the release of a pinpoint barrage of hundreds of shells.

OOC: Dude I think I can muster up three million fully equiped troops if you want to use them for J.L. Please answer ASAP. They are the exiled Nellisland troops. It is perfect cause I don't need them in my war but I can get Coppenwrath to moblize them and have them help you.

To: General Creighton Eastmoreland
From: Prime Minister Timothy Ell

You have my congratulations and my support on this act. If you need any assistance at all, I have special ops troops that I can spare to defend your dream of democracy and freedom for Roach-Busterians. The best of luck to you as you begin this crusade - both you and I can only hope the people of Roach-Busters accept your move.

"Alrighty, FUCK precision."

The 2 Uberarsenalships had a combined total of 72,000 VLS tubes loaded with Red Ravens. They could destroy half the country if they wanted to, but they wouldn't. They would just destroy a large piece of RB city.

"Sir, Civilian Casualities?"

"Oh fuck them!"

"Come on sir, don't be an ass, we're not even at war with them."

"Fine, fine."

30 more Red Ravens flew towards the palace.

A rapid staccato rhythm of blips and bleeps again stirred the operator to attention. He radioed the coordinates of the missiles to the SAM operators, and they typed in a series of commands into the panels, causing the silos to slide open, activate, and fire 30 retaliatory missiles; all but three of them intercepted the Red Ravens; the remaining three completely obliterated a few SAMs, killing the operators.

To: General Creighton Eastmoreland
From: Prime Minister Timothy Ell

To: Prime Minister Timothy Ell
From: General Creighton Eastmoreland

Please send as many forces as you can feasibly muster. And mobilize as many allies as you can. The future of RB democracy is at stake!

Through the streets of RB, the Parthian tanks continued to move with soldiers in tow, scanning the buildings for snipers while others kept their weapons at ready. In the taller buildings, platoons of Parthian soldiers kept their weapons ready for any Roach Busters vehicles or soldiers approaching. Suddenly, news came, SAMs were in the city. Those the soldiers in the buildings had spotted were pinpointed with laser designators and the data was fed to the Parthian comms network to the artillery on the dock, and within 30 seconds, shells were being fired from 25 batteries towards the enemy SAMs.

To: General Creighton Eastmoreland
From: Prime Minister Timothy Ell

Just tell me where you want me to send them.

OOC: Anybody heading to my embassy?

OOC: Just a note that since I will be fighting Parthia even though he is my ally, I am interested in restoring friendship after the battles.

OOC: Can I see a map of RB city?

To: General Creighton Eastmoreland
From: Prime Minister Timothy Ell

The area of the Parthian military base, as well as RB City. Thanks, Mr. Ell.

-General Eastmoreland

OOC: Just a note that since I will be fighting Parthia even though he is my ally, I am interested in restoring friendship after the battles.

OOC: Of course, not a problem at all.

OOC - RB at the moment would it be possible for me to airdrop in the 51st and 52nd PIR - is the air secure from a rebel point of view?

OOC: Can I see a map of RB city?

(OOC: Don't have one. Sorry. :()

OOC - RB at the moment would it be possible for me to airdrop in the 51st and 52nd PIR - is the air secure from a rebel point of view?

(OOC: Yes, please do so! The air is secure.)

(OOC: Don't have one. Sorry. :()
OOC: Damn, because it would be very useful.

Hogsweat, I don't think that would be possible since I have good control on the air above RB city.

Alright, Parthia... how long does that extend out to? And RB where is the nearest rebel stronghold? And also, [breath lol] can we make sure no n00bs participate in this RP?

Alright, Parthia... how long does that extend out to? And RB where is the nearest rebel stronghold? And also, [breath lol] can we make sure no n00bs participate in this RP?

Mostly around RB city and my military base, though I think RB's old allies military bases won't be too safe either... at least not Borman's, Doom's, or GE's.

Alright, Parthia... how long does that extend out to? And RB where is the nearest rebel stronghold? And also, [breath lol] can we make sure no n00bs participate in this RP?

Eastmoreland's forces have secured Liberty City, East City, most of RB City, and 70% of the countryside (which is mostly jungle).

50 Red Ravens were fired this time, targeting the SAM batteries and external palace defenses.

Also, 10-12 landing craft landed near the Parthian held docks.

150 Skorpion Inquisitors (Special forces), 30 IFVs, 25 T-100 light tanks and 12 T-122 Heavy Tanks landed.

50 Red Ravens were fired this time, targeting the SAM batteries and external palace defenses.

Also, 20-30 landing craft landed near the Parthian held docks.

150 Skorpion Inquisitors (Special forces), 30 IFVs, 25 T-100 light tanks and 12 T-122 Heavy Tanks landed.

The Sawney Beane Clan had been set up in RB. They were the one the only real representation of Camel Eaters, besides the many alliances that linked the two lands, so when the Sawney Beane's got the chance for war they took it. After all killing your food was better than buying it.........

Sawney Beane men and women took to the streets hunting down any and all revolutionaries, basically anyone who wasn't them, they were always effective. Sawneys swarmed toward civilains and revolution soldiers alike with equal ferocity. Hijacking cars and homing they hunted any and all that were near them.

The last time the Sawney Beane Clan had been released they'd wiped out a small country. Eating all they killed and captured. Sawney's took no prisoners. They took dinner.....

OOC:Would it be possible for me to get into the action. I'm not a n00b (as you guys probably know), and since Imperial Division 3, Battalions 3 and 4 (200,000 men) are on active duty, yet in Yafor 2, it might be possible for me to get a large amount of troops into Rb, fast. Do any of you mind?

OOC: Do you want the troops or not?

OOC:Would it be possible for me to get into the action. I'm not a n00b (as you guys probably know), and since Imperial Division 3, Battalions 3 and 4 (200,000 men) are on active duty, yet in Yafor 2, it might be possible for me to get a large amount of troops into Rb, fast. Do any of you mind?

(OOC: I don't mind. Go for it.)

OOC: Do you want the troops or not?

(OOC: Yeah, sure. Just don't send too many. Probably 50,000-100,000 tops.)

The fifty MassPwnage missiles had somehow strayed off course, missing the Presidential Palace entirely; instead, they struck a nearby area where several pro-J.L. troops were training and bracing themselves to launch a countercoup; over 6,541 soldiers were killed, more than 900 wounded.

OOC: you have a tg RB.

The Sawney Beane Clan had been set up in RB. They were the one the only real representation of Camel Eaters, besides the many alliances that linked the two lands, so when the Sawney Beane's got the chance for war they took it. After all killing your food was better than buying it.........

Sawney Beane men and women took to the streets hunting down any and all revolutionaries, basically anyone who wasn't them, they were always effective. Sawneys swarmed toward civilains and revolution soldiers alike with equal ferocity. Hijacking cars and homing they hunted any and all that were near them.

The last time the Sawney Beane Clan had been released they'd wiped out a small country. Eating all they killed and captured. Sawney's took no prisoners. They took dinner.....

But what about the Sawney Beane Clan? In other words might I get a response? [/desperate plea for attention]

To: J.L.
From: President Arterski

We hereby give you 100,000 of the exiled Nellislandian troops for to use as you see fit. They have been given orders to follow your command. Use and you want. Good luck.

OOC: I would control them, but I don't think that I will be able to keep up with the RP so I gave them to you. Thanks.

Out of a shady room, a smirk appeared on his face.

"The once almighty RB, world reknown for his oppressive totalitarian regime, collapses. What a outstanding week this has been. I suppose since those fascist fucks need another defeat somewhere else in the world, we shall support General Eastmoreland."

Imperator Valteen pushed the intercom, a woman answered. Within the hour, several limousines had driven to the front doors of the Imperial Palace being escorted by the Praetorian Guards. Several men were ushered into the Imperial Office.

"My great military leaders, I know this hasn't been the best week for all of us since the near destruction of our fleet by Artitsa and Praetonia, but we must help democracy when it is needed. I know we are not Democracy, but we will fight for it, and fight Fascism where ever it lay. I want 200,000 men at RB as a first strike force as soon as possible."
"Yes Sir!" The Field Marshal's yelled back.


TO: General Eastmoreland
FROM: Imperator Valteen
We stand by you brother, in your time of need. Much needed troops are being organized into the 1st Grand Fleet as I speak. Hundreds of thousands of Nycton shall fight for you. We have heard you call of help, and we have answered. Strength, Honor, and glory to the RB and Nycton people. Let the seeds of Democracy grow.

But what about the Sawney Beane Clan? In other words might I get a response? [/desperate plea for attention]

(OOC: Will post momentarily.)

OOC - So where is eastmorelands base? I need to talk to him :x

OOC - So where is eastmorelands base? I need to talk to him :x

His base is located in the eastern part of the country.

(OOC: Camel Eaters, you can RP your guys eating some rebels. I have a feeling you'd do it better than me. ;))

(OOC: I don't mind. Go for it.)

OOC:Thanks.

BIC:

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The man looked, startled, at the other man in front of him. "WHAT? We are to move into RB? You have any idea what J.L.'ll do to us? he shouted, his voice echoing around the massive base. A couple of soldiers laughed at him, snickering softly. He turned red.

You're really out of it, aren't you, Jahamor? J.L. is out. We're helping the new "deocratic" regiem or some shit. Now get to work."

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General Jahamor stared into the water. The ETA to Roach-Busters was 5 hours. Soon they would be there and gone. Soon, the oppressed peoples of RB would be free!

Official Imperial Statement

In response to the developing situation in Roach-Busters, the Empire is hereby recalling all Generian civilians and non-essential diplomatic personnel. The Empire is prepared to issue a full trade embargo against the nation of Roach-Busters, though at this time no further steps are to be taken. The Imperial government is greatly saddened by the actions of General Eastmoreland, and extends our sympathies to President J.L., his family, and his loyal servants caught up in this terrible turn of events. May God be with them.

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GIIS Headquarters, Generia City

The Allied operations department was in chaos. Operations analysts were frantically rushing from room to room, trying to make sense of the situation. None of it fit. Public opinion polls just last week had shown J.L.'s popularity higher than it had ever been. There were absolutely no signs of discontment among the officer corps. The coup simply should not have been.

But it had, and now it was staring everyone right in the face, daring a response. The issued statement had been incredibly bland, considering the situation, though there was no doubt in the mind of Jonathan Cac, director of GIIS, that it had been the correct response. Roach-Busters had suddenly become a diplomatic minefield, and the rule from now on would be to tread carefully. Rash actions could end in disaster.

The military junta in control of RB city had already proved itself a flammable body, issuing a declaration of war on Parthia with little warning or hesitiation. The Empire had no fear of the junta militarily, but the Imperial government had certain apprehension regarding declaring war on a nation that for the past sixty years had proved one of the Empire's staunchest allies and political supporters. For now, GIIS would have to play the waiting game, despite the fact that everyone there wanted desperately to drop into J.L.'s palace and cap the bastards in person.

The Imperial Palace in The White Citadel, Generia City

Emperor Antonius sat at his desk in his darkened study. His face was sullen, as he read the same report for the thirtieth time in an hour. In a sudden outburst, he slammed his fist onto the desk.

"Bastards!"

His fist slowly unclenched, and his expression softened. Remorse swept over him, a feeling of futility at the ignorance of man, the nature of the servent and the plight of the leader. He whispered something under his breath, staring off into space.

"Bastards..."

Official Statement
We have noted the recent developments in our ally, Roach-Busters. Normally, we would be estatic that democracy is taking root in another nation, but we have our doubts this time. The swift response of the USSHR has led us to believe that this is little more than a Leftist plot to overthrow one of staunchest anti-communist regimes in the world. J.L, you have our support.

Secret Communique to General Eastmoreland:
Ignore our public stance. We are behind you 100%. Special forces are en route to Roach Busters to assist in any way they can.

The Sawney Beane's had found a nice little machine gun outpost close the the eastern half of the city. The hunting call was called and the Hounds of Galway Glss* let loose. They stormed the outpost from all sides and smashed their heads in rather well. Leaving the brains and intestines for boiling the Sawney's built a fire and set to work with their first real meal of man flesh in months.

Off to the south Thistle Boy Sawney Beane Glss lead a hunting party to a children's hospital. Guards were easily killed as Sawney's spread out and collected the healthy meat they could. Though they spared many for they were children. And Sawney's were known for their kindness.

*another name for the Sawney Beane folk.

"Begin full barrage, flatten the bastard's headquarters." The artillery gunners sighed as they began to destroy the palace of Parthia's dear friend JL, but to kill Eastmoreland, it was worth it. 155mm guns and 203mm guns had their target designated by laser target designators and satellites were helping the fire control computers to get a pinpoint barrage which would destroy the headquarters.

Count JWolf was in his office, in Castle Von Wolf in his lands in the Dominion, behind his black desk. A computer flashed in his face. “You got mail.” said a female votive. Clicking to his mailbox, he jaw dropped. There was five e-mails from Johnno Phillips with titles like ‘It is nuts in RB right now.’, ‘RB’s palace being stormed.’ and others like that. Thinking fast he dialed the phone number to palace that J.L. give him, he said to himself “Maybe he got out.” As he waited he start read the e-mail, knowing that the other council member would get their e-mails.

OOC: RB, have somebody answer the phone. Please.

Count JWolf was in his office, in Castle Von Wolf in his lands in the Dominion, behind his black desk. A computer flashed in his face. “You got mail.” said a female votive. Clicking to his mailbox, he jaw dropped. There was five e-mails from Johnno Phillips with titles like ‘It is nuts in RB right now.’, ‘RB’s palace being stormed.’ and others like that. Thinking fast he dialed the phone number to palace that J.L. give him, he said to himself “Maybe he got.” As he waited he start read the e-mail, knowing that the other council member would get their e-mails.

OOC: RB, have somebody answer the phone. Please.

(OOC: Who are you calling?)

OOC - Okay any detaisl I need to know?

IC:

The small fleet of C5 Galaxies swept through the clouds above RB, making a long swinged curve around what was defined enemy airspace. Lieutenant Colonel Mazorov tightened his helmet, checked his pack and his rifle, and as the plane came over and lowered it's altitude he waited passively for the green light to come.

It was probable to any one on the ground, civilian, rebel, or loyalist that there was a helluva lot of aircraft in the sky - soon ready to drop their deadly cargo to support the democratic revolution and the struggle against fascism.

Secret Communique to General Eastmoreland:
Ignore our public stance. We are behind you 100%. Special forces are en route to Roach Busters to assist in any way they can.

Please send as many troops as you possibly can.

-General Eastmoreland

OOC - Okay any detaisl I need to know?

IC:

The small fleet of C5 Galaxies swept through the clouds above RB, making a long swinged curve around what was defined enemy airspace. Lieutenant Colonel Mazorov tightened his helmet, checked his pack and his rifle, and as the plane came over and lowered it's altitude he waited passively for the green light to come.

It was probable to any one on the ground, civilian, rebel, or loyalist that there was a helluva lot of aircraft in the sky - soon ready to drop their deadly cargo to support the democratic revolution and the struggle against fascism.

(OOC: Not that I can think of.)

OOC - Okay, by Parthia's last post it looked like Eastmoreland was in the capital.. or at least somewhere were Parthia could be hitting him from with arty. I'm a little bit confused here :x

OOC - Okay any detaisl I need to know?

IC:

The small fleet of C5 Galaxies swept through the clouds above RB, making a long swinged curve around what was defined enemy airspace. Lieutenant Colonel Mazorov tightened his helmet, checked his pack and his rifle, and as the plane came over and lowered it's altitude he waited passively for the green light to come.

It was probable to any one on the ground, civilian, rebel, or loyalist that there was a helluva lot of aircraft in the sky - soon ready to drop their deadly cargo to support the democratic revolution and the struggle against fascism.

Few planes were out far enough, but a small patrol of three F-78s spotted the fleets of C-5s rushing away. Radios clicked to life, "There is a massive flight of C-5s headed north , we are preparing to engage. Planes appear to be Hogswetian." Soon, the three planes moved in and unleashed all their AIRAAMs in a barrage of 6 missiles before closing in closer so their sidewinders and cannons could be brought to bear.

OOC - Okay, by Parthia's last post it looked like Eastmoreland was in the capital.. or at least somewhere were Parthia could be hitting him from with arty. I'm a little bit confused here :x

(OOC: Yeah, he's in the capital. But his main base is in the countryside.)

(OOC: Who are you calling?)

OOC: The palace, that J.L. was last in.

Encrypting...

Secret Transmission to Hogsweat, Yafor 2, Malkyer, Pacitalia, and other allies

The following forces will be sent to aid you against Parthia and the barbarians:

Army
First Army
1st Corps=1st and 2nd Divisions
2nd Corps=3rd and 4th Divisions
3rd Corps=5th and 6th Divisions

Second Army
4th Corps=7th and 8th Divisions
5th Corps=9th and 10th Divisions
6th Corps=11th and 12th Divisions

Third Army
7th Corps=13th and 14th Divisions
8th Corps=15th and 16th Divisions
9th Corps=17th and 18th Divisions

Fourth Army
10th Corps=19th and 20th Divisions
11th Corps=21st and 22nd Divisions
12th Corps=23rd and 24th Divisions

Fifth Army
13th Corps=25th and 26th Divisions
14th Corps=27th and 28th Divisions
15th Corps=29th and 30th Divisions

Sixth Army
16th Corps=31st and 32nd Divisions
17th Corps=33rd and 34th Divisions
18th Corps=35th and 36th Divisions

Seventh Army
19th Corps=37th and 38th Divisions
20th Corps=39th and 40th Divisions
21st Corps=41st and 42nd Divisions

Eighth Army
22nd Corps=43rd and 44th Divisions
23rd Corps=45th and 46th Divisions
24th Corps=47th and 48th Divisions

Ninth Army
25th Corps=49th and 50th Divisions
26th Corps=51st and 52nd Divisions
27th Corps=53rd and 54th Divisions

Tenth Army
28th Corps=55th and 56th Divisions
29th Corps=57th and 58th Divisions
30th Corps=59th and 60th Divisions

Eleventh Army
31st Corps=61st and 62nd Divisions
32nd Corps=63rd and 64th Divisions
33rd Corps=65th and 66th Divisions

Twelvth Army
34th Corps=67th and 68th Divisions
35th Corps=69th and 70th Divisions
36th Corps=71st and 72nd Divisions

Thirteenth Army
37th Corps=73rd and 74th Divisions
38th Corps=75th and 76th Divisions
39th Corps=77th and 78th Divisions

Fourteenth Army
40th Corps=79th and 80th Divisions
41st Corps=81st and 82nd Divisions
42nd Corps=83rd and 84th Divisions

Fifteenth Army
43rd Corps=85th and 86th Divisions
44th Corps=87th and 88th Divisions
45th Corps=89th and 90th Divisions


Navy
1st Fleet=1st Group and 2nd Group
2nd Fleet=3rd Group and 4th Group
3rd Fleet=5th Group and 6th Group
4th Fleet=7th Group and 8th Group


Air Force
1st Air Armada
1st Wing=Squadrons 1-10
2nd Wing=Squadrons 11-20
3rd Wing=Squadrons 21-30
4th Wing=Squadrons 31-40
5th Wing=Squadrons 41-50
6th Wing=Squadrons 51-60
7th Wing=Squadrons 61-70
8th Wing=Squadrons 71-80
9th Wing=Squadrons 81-90
10th Wing=Squadrons 91-100

2nd Air Armada
11th Wing=Squadrons 101-110
12th Wing=Squadrons 111-120
13th Wing=Squadrons 121-130
14th Wing=Squadrons 131-140
15th Wing=Squadrons 141-150
16th Wing=Squadrons 151-160
17th Wing=Squadrons 161-170
18th Wing=Squadrons 171-180
19th Wing=Squadrons 181-190
20th Wing=Squadrons 191-200

3rd Air Armada
21st Wing=Squadrons 201-210
22nd Wing=Squadrons 211-220
23rd Wing=Squadrons 221-230
24th Wing=Squadrons 231-240
25th Wing=Squadrons 241-250
26th Wing=Squadrons 251-260
27th Wing=Squadrons 261-270
28th Wing=Squadrons 271-280
29th Wing=Squadrons 281-290
30th Wing=Squadrons 291-300

4th Air Armada
31st Wing=Squadrons 301-310
32nd Wing=Squadrons 311-320
33rd Wing=Squadrons 321-330
34th Wing=Squadrons 331-340
35th Wing=Squadrons 341-350
36th Wing=Squadrons 351-360
37th Wing=Squadrons 361-370
38th Wing=Squadrons 371-380
39th Wing=Squadrons 381-390
40th Wing=Squadrons 391-400

5th Air Armada
41st Wing=Squadrons 401-410
42nd Wing=Squadrons 411-420
43rd Wing=Squadrons 421-430
44th Wing=Squadrons 431-440
45th Wing=Squadrons 441-450
46th Wing=Squadrons 451-460
47th Wing=Squadrons 461-470
48th Wing=Squadrons 471-480
49th Wing=Squadrons 481-490
50th Wing=Squadrons 491-500

6th Air Armada
51st Wing=Squadrons 501-510
52nd Wing=Squadrons 511-520
53rd Wing=Squadrons 521-530
54th Wing=Squadrons 531-540
55th Wing=Squadrons 541-550
56th Wing=Squadrons 551-560
57th Wing=Squadrons 561-570
58th Wing=Squadrons 571-580
59th Wing=Squadrons 581-590
60th Wing=Squadrons 591-600

7th Air Armada
61st Wing=Squadrons 601-610
62nd Wing=Squadrons 611-620
63rd Wing=Squadrons 621-630
64th Wing=Squadrons 631-640
65th Wing=Squadrons 641-650
66th Wing=Squadrons 651-660
67th Wing=Squadrons 661-670
68th Wing=Squadrons 671-680
69th Wing=Squadrons 681-690
70th Wing=Squadrons 691-700

8th Air Armada
71st Wing=Squadrons 701-710
72nd Wing=Squadrons 711-720
73rd Wing=Squadrons 721-730
74th Wing=Squadrons 731-740
75th Wing=Squadrons 741-750
76th Wing=Squadrons 751-760
77th Wing=Squadrons 761-770
78th Wing=Squadrons 771-780
79th Wing=Squadrons 781-790
80th Wing=Squadrons 791-800


Marines
First Contingency
1st Corps=1st and 2nd Divisions
2nd Corps=3rd and 4th Divisions
3rd Corps=5th and 6th Divisions

Second Contingency
4th Corps=7th and 8th Divisions
5th Corps=9th and 10th Divisions
6th Corps=11th and 12th Divisions

Third Contingency
7th Corps=13th and 14th Divisions
8th Corps=15th and 16th Divisions
9th Corps=17th and 18th Divisions

Fourth Contingency
10th Corps=19th and 20th Divisions
11th Corps=21st and 22nd Divisions
12th Corps=23rd and 24th Divisions

Fifth Contingency
13th Corps=25th and 26th Divisions
14th Corps=27th and 28th Divisions
15th Corps=29th and 30th Divisions

Sixth Contingency
16th Corps=31st and 32nd Divisions
17th Corps=33rd and 34th Divisions
18th Corps=35th and 36th Divisions

Seventh Contingency
19th Corps=37th and 38th Divisions
20th Corps=39th and 40th Divisions
21st Corps=41st and 42nd Divisions

Eighth Contingency
22nd Corps=43rd and 44th Divisions
23rd Corps=45th and 46th Divisions
24th Corps=47th and 48th Divisions

Ninth Contingency
25th Corps=49th and 50th Divisions
26th Corps=51st and 52nd Divisions
27th Corps=53rd and 54th Divisions

Tenth Contingency
28th Corps=55th and 56th Divisions
29th Corps=57th and 58th Divisions
30th Corps=59th and 60th Divisions



National Guard
1st Corps=Divisions 1-4
2nd Corps=Divisions 5-8
3rd Corps=Divisions 9-12
4th Corps=Divisions 13-16
5th Corps=Divisions 17-20

End Transmission...

"Fire" Echoed the artillery officer, soon enough, hundreds of rounds of 155mm and 203mm ammunition were sailing towards JL's old palace. Many were incindiaries or cluster munition designed to destroy the areas around to a destructive area 100 meters around the palace.

Please send as many troops as you possibly can.

-General Eastmoreland

Malkyer has routed 200,000 soldiers to Roach-Busters, in order to maintain security in the quieter parts of the country. This is not a force to attack either side, but rather to protect the civilians of Roach-Busters that are caught up in this turmoil. We ask that all involved nations treat our force as a neutral one, and the same courtesies will be extended to you.

Secret IC:
Away from the war-torn skies of RB, dozens of special forces troopers began their HALO drops into the countryside, to rendezvous with the rebel forces to render what aid they could.

OOC: The palace, that J.L. was last in.

"What the fuck ya want?" barked a grumpy old woman with ruby-colored glasses thicker than Woody Allen's, a harsh, hoarse, raspy voice, crooked yellow teeth, and nappy, tangled gray hair.

"oh shit"

Were the last words of the pilot of one of the C5's hit by the missile fire from the Parthian aircraft - his plane literally exploded in the middle of the air taking with it fourty good men - nearly a whole platoon dead in a few seconds. The C5's let off their countermeasures, misguiding some of the missiles, but the rest flew straight and three C5s flew down in flames, some of the passengers managing to get out in time but most perished as the planes slammed into the ground making craters and wreckage strewn for yards.

Immediately the drop began pre-emptively as the sky was filled by about a thousand parachutes and men falling to the sky, praying that they would land safely.. The C5's however, turned straight for home as they started being hit by the Parthian aircraft. The Lead Aircraft, in panic, let out an emergency distress signal -

"This is Alpha Foxtrot One One to any nearby Democratic air units, we need assistance now at co-ordinates approx <insert_co_ordinate>. Under attack by enemy craft, approximately three aircraft, AMRAAMs and cannon, over."

The Pwnage commanding officer turned to the Parthian commanding officer.

"Retreat your men to the docks.... the Admiral wants to firebomb the city."

Pacitalian Military Base, Nicaragua province

As the first wave of tanks and transport vehicles headed back under confusion to the base just hours after they had been told to leave, 1,500 MW-800X "simulbomb" planes and 40 MX-1000P superbombers geared up for their journey to RB City to hold off and defeat the Parthian air force. The PAG was another of the branches of the Pacitalian Military, though not as skilled as the SAFD, they were still a force to be reckoned with, numbering just over four million brave pilots and soldiers in total.

Every 35 seconds, two MW-800X planes took off until all 1,500 smaller planes were on their way with 60 ASMs, AAMs and 2,800 15mm air-cavalry rounds per plane. The bombers carried almost 400 bombs each along with 6,000 rounds of the same ammunition each. Early intelligence suggested around 250 planes from the Parthian air force had taken easy control of the skies over RB City and were prepared for the imminent counterattack by the PAG. The bombers would stay back and only bomb if necessary, and shoot as a last resort.

Secret Pacitalian SAFD base near RB City

Almost 14,000 SAFD soldiers and commandoes and 1,000 PCIC-trained superagents headed stealthily into RB City, traversing the mildly-hilly jungle terrain around the largest city from here to kingdom come. Equipped with the latest in head and torso armour, the best in sub-machine and machine guns, artillery boxes, stationary guns and incendiary devices, the extremely well-trained and widely-feared SAFD men and PCIC agents rather swiftly made their way into RB City.

Immediately they noticed around fifteen soldiers in uniform huddled around a lamplight, smoking cigarettes. Upon closer inspection by five SAFD soldiers, they were found to be Parthian army soldiers. Running up, as surprise and shock of a blitzkrieg-like attack was the best defence to offence in this situation, the SAFD men shot quickly, bullets pinging against the cement and perforating the torsos of these poor men, as they fell to the ground, emitting no sounds but the carbon dioxide hissing from their punctured lungs and bubbling through the pooling blood. Quickly, the 15,000-strong force moved through the town, encountering many hostile forces, mostly pro-J.L., who were killed on sight, upon orders by the SAFD.

The offensive had begun...

Meanwhile, 10 of the bombers had been reassigned to destroy the Parthian air and ground force base nearby. They turned off while the rest of the enormous, awe-inspiring fleet moved on to their preassigned target - the flying hornet's nest of Parthian fighter planes.

"What the fuck ya want?" barked a grumpy old woman with ruby-colored glasses thicker than Woody Allen's, a harsh, hoarse, raspy voice, crooked yellow teeth, and nappy, tangled gray hair.

“Who the fuck are you? And where the fuck is J.L.” asked the Count, his voice had hints of anger in it.

We duly demand that masspwnage must remove all of it's military forces, or use them in support of the democratic revolution, or MassPwnage will be no longer counted as a member of the CCSN alliance. These are not arguable terms.

Parthian tanks rumbled forward to the Palace, with the infantry following in tow. Suddenly, they stopped as a mob of others swarmed forward for the final mile towards the palace. Thousands of Arab irregulars, armed with bolt action rifles were being herded together with more Shooban slaves with dynamite strapped to their chest. The Shoobans believed they would find food in the palace, but if they were killed, the explosives would detonate since they were detonated by a problem in the life detection systems. Thus, once they were in the palace, the usuper would have quite a problem.

“Who the fuck are you? And where the fuck is J.L.” asked the Count, his voice had hints of anger in it.

"He's in Parthia, ya goddamn moron," the cranky woman muttered, and slammed the phone down.

The Pwnage commanding officer turned to the Parthian commanding officer.

"Retreat your men to the docks.... the Admiral wants to firebomb the city."

The embassy’s radio system catchs this message then another message was sent back to MassPwnage. “Don’t firebomb the city. They are still people loyal to J.L. in it.”

Once the parachutes hit the ground, regrouping was fairly easy for the well trained light paratroopers of the 51st and 52nd group - the first thing though was to set up a communication line to Eastmoreland. The first place the Lieutenant Colonel tried was the palace - the phone rang, and rang, and rang...

[you have a call to take, RB ;)]

OOC: RB, I'm going to send my troops in whether or not J.L.'s supporters agree to their presence. Where is most of the fighting right now? RB City?

Once the parachutes hit the ground, regrouping was fairly easy for the well trained light paratroopers of the 51st and 52nd group - the first thing though was to set up a communication line to Eastmoreland. The first place the Lieutenant Colonel tried was the palace - the phone rang, and rang, and rang...

[you have a call to take, RB ;)]

(OOC: Let's assume 1/4 of my forces are with the Hogsweatians, 1/4 are with the Pacitalians, 1/4 are with the Yaforians, and 1/4 are with the Pacitalians.)

IC:

"Hello? Who is this?"

OOC: RB, I'm going to send my troops in whether or not J.L.'s supporters agree to their presence. Where is most of the fighting right now? RB City?

(OOC: Mostly RB City, yes. That's where most of the Parthian troops are, I believe.)

The gruff voice replied

"I dont' give a shit whoever you are you goddamn desk jerky, get Eastmoreland on the line and get him on the line sharpish"

Mazorov had always been frank, one of the sort of officers who believed he was superior to anyone civilian.

The gruff voice replied

"I dont' give a shit whoever you are you goddamn desk jerky, get Eastmoreland on the line and get him on the line sharpish"

Mazorov had always been frank, one of the sort of officers who believed he was superior to anyone civilian.

"Oh, sorry!" the woman said, ruefully. "I thought you were one of J.L.'s friends. Please excuse me."

A second later: "Eastmoreland here."

ooc: sorry, changed my mind

OOC - I'd prefer it if my troops were alone on teh ground. air support would be nice though.
Mazarov snorted and waited impatiently until Eastmoreland appeared on the line.
"Right, lets keep it short. Times'a wastin. What's the situation over at your place, can you get out, and can you hold for five hours?"

"He's in Parthia, ya goddamn moron," the cranky woman muttered, and slammed the phone down.

“Bitch.” yelled the Count. The Count then slammed the phone down and push a bottom on his desk. A picture of the left side of room, slide out of the way and eleven TV screen with the other members of Council of Twelve on them. “Have you read the e-mails?” asked the Count. Everybody said yes. “J.L. is in Parthia as we speak. He is safe but his nation is not.” said the Count, then took a small pause “The meeting starts now.”

OOC - I'd prefer it if my troops were alone on teh ground. air support would be nice though.
Mazarov snorted and waited impatiently until Eastmoreland appeared on the line.
"Right, lets keep it short. Times'a wastin. What's the situation over at your place, can you get out, and can you hold for five hours?"

"Negative. We're being bombarded by Parthian forces as we speak! I'll be dipped in shit if we can even last an hour!"

(OOC: Air support is on the way.)

Pacitalian Military Base, Nicaragua province

As the first wave of tanks and transport vehicles headed back under confusion to the base just hours after they had been told to leave, 1,500 MW-800X "simulbomb" planes and 40 MX-1000P superbombers geared up for their journey to RB City to hold off and defeat the Parthian air force. The PAG was another of the branches of the Pacitalian Military, though not as skilled as the SAFD, they were still a force to be reckoned with, numbering just over four million brave pilots and soldiers in total.

Every 35 seconds, two MW-800X planes took off until all 1,500 smaller planes were on their way with 60 ASMs, AAMs and 2,800 15mm air-cavalry rounds per plane. The bombers carried almost 400 bombs each along with 6,000 rounds of the same ammunition each. Early intelligence suggested around 250 planes from the Parthian air force had taken easy control of the skies over RB City and were prepared for the imminent counterattack by the PAG. The bombers would stay back and only bomb if necessary, and shoot as a last resort.

Secret Pacitalian SAFD base near RB City

Almost 14,000 SAFD soldiers and commandoes and 1,000 PCIC-trained superagents headed stealthily into RB City, traversing the mildly-hilly jungle terrain around the largest city from here to kingdom come. Equipped with the latest in head and torso armour, the best in sub-machine and machine guns, artillery boxes, stationary guns and incendiary devices, the extremely well-trained and widely-feared SAFD men and PCIC agents rather swiftly made their way into RB City.

Immediately they noticed around fifteen soldiers in uniform huddled around a lamplight, smoking cigarettes. Upon closer inspection by five SAFD soldiers, they were found to be Parthian army soldiers. Running up, as surprise and shock of a blitzkrieg-like attack was the best defence to offence in this situation, the SAFD men shot quickly, bullets pinging against the cement and perforating the torsos of these poor men, as they fell to the ground, emitting no sounds but the carbon dioxide hissing from their punctured lungs and bubbling through the pooling blood. Quickly, the 15,000-strong force moved through the town, encountering many hostile forces, mostly pro-J.L., who were killed on sight, upon orders by the SAFD.

The offensive had begun...

Meanwhile, 10 of the bombers had been reassigned to destroy the Parthian air and ground force base nearby. They turned off while the rest of the enormous, awe-inspiring fleet moved on to their preassigned target - the flying hornet's nest of Parthian fighter planes.

More and more Parthian airplanes surged off the runways as radar detected larger formations of planes closing in on them with an intense speed unmatched by anything witnessed before. Within time, 1,500 of the excellent F-78 Doomingsland designed fighters were in the air with AIRAAM missiles, sidewinders, and round after round of their cannons loaded. Planes on patrol moved back into the city, bringing the number of planes within well over 2,000.

Meanwhile, as news of several squads in outlying areas not returning radio messages, air patrols of A-10s revealed the truth. Hostile soldiers were moving in fast on the Parthian army. Artillery once used on the traitors now turned to the general area of the Pacitalian advance. "Fire, kill without cares, they have wronged Parthian soldiery." Within a few seconds, a barrage of incindiary shells and clustermutions joined airbusting shells in a chorus of death not designed to discriminate against civillian or military. A-10s flew overhead, firing 30mm cannons and dropping clusterbombs while Two divisions were rerouted to attack the Pacitialians.

ooc: what about the massive firestorm? (i'm doing it to soften up ALL resistance)

"In that case, get me some helicopters over here ASAP. I'll need air support too. Listen, get some planes loaded up with napalm and liquidise anything within 250 metres of that palace. Some choppers will land us on top of your palace and we'll all run away happy.. for now. Quickly, there's no time to lose"

Above the Parthian troops soared four rebel RBAF squadrons (Each squadron is comprised of 2 Canadair CF-24 Falcons, 2 Divine Thunder TSA-12Bs, 2 VTA-68 Lancet Multirole Helicopters, 2 RVQA-25 Bandit Unmanned Combat Air Vehicles, 1 AC-10 "Rockhopper Penguin" Attack Helicopter, 1 AC-20 "Penguin" Attack Helicopter, 1 AC-50 "Emperor Penguin" Attack Helicopter, 1 AC-70 "Mountain Penguin" Scout-Attack Helicopter, 2 AH-4 Zealot Light Attack/Observation Helicopters, 2 TC-1000 "Madison" Heavy Transport Helicopters, 2 TC-2000 "Dark Nova" Heavy Assault Transport Helicopters, 1 SZ-4 'Warbird' Long-Range Strategic Bomber, and 1 SZ-6 'Pegasus' Search and Rescue Helicopter), which began indiscriminately dropping dozens of explosives upon the forces sent to aid J.L.

ooc: screw the firebombin

"In that case, get me some helicopters over here ASAP. I'll need air support too. Listen, get some planes loaded up with napalm and liquidise anything within 250 metres of that palace. Some choppers will land us on top of your palace and we'll all run away happy.. for now. Quickly, there's no time to lose"

"Will do," Eastmoreland said. "And contact the Pacitalians and Malkyerians. They should be able to send air support, too."

OOC - Gotta dash now. Send me those choppers! :P

Secret IC

High up in the sky, concealed by thick, powdery, puffy clouds, six squadrons flew at breakneck speed, en route to the location of the Hogsweatian forces. The captain radioed the Hogsweatians. "Please give us the coordinates of the enemy so we can napalm them."

After one hour of talking, it was over and everything was set. The Council of Twelve had a plan. “I like your idea, Lady Frost.” said the Count “Give me at second.” Pulling out his cell phone, he dialed the palace number again.

After one hour of talking, it was over and everything was set. The Council of Twelve had a plan. “I like your idea, Lady Frost.” said the Count “Give me at second.” Pulling out his cell phone, he dialed the palace number again.

The woman picked up the phone, and said in a snotty voice, "Who's this? Whaddaya want?"

The woman picked up the phone, and said in a snotty voice, "Who's this? Whaddaya want?"

“Well miss, can you get me the person that kicked J.L. out on his old ass?” asked the Count, with a evil smile on his face.

“Well miss, can you get me the person that kicked J.L. out on his old ass?” asked the Count, with a evil smile on his face.

"Fine, you son of a whore," she muttered.

A second later, Eastmoreland picked up the phone. "Eastmoreland here."

Official Declaration of War

Having witnessed the recent developments in Roach-Busters, and the insistence of the Parthian Nation to force a fascist system of government on the nation in the face of what is by all appearances a true expression of the will of the people, the Kingdom of Malkyer hereby declares war on the government of the desposed Generalissimo J.L. Forces are en route now to join up with those of Hogsweat, Pacitalia, and the other nations that are helping to bring freedom to a long-oppressed land. Good luck to our new allies, and Godspeed.

***

A flight of bombers approached the coast of RP, along with an entire fighter wing flying escort. They were coming to soften up the area for the approaching ground forces. As the planes made visual contact with the shore, the lead bomber issued a pre-recorded message on all frequencies:

"Attention, the Kingdom of Malkyer has hereby entered this fight. We are preparing to attack the beach, to secure a landing area for our troops. We suggest you move away."

That would hopefully get friendlies out of the way, and maybe even enemies. The pilots doubted that they would have such luck. However, most pro-J.L. forces were engaged in RB City, and so there was hope here. A volley of missiles and smart-bombs flew at the beach, and the point of no return was passed.

As soon as the battlion in the oceans nearby RB's Nation (dont ask, we were on a training montage) They heard news of Democracy is being Implemented in RB, knowing The Parthians intentions to return the evil dictator to power, they send out their strongest carrier the nexus to begin an interception upon the parthians battlion. One of the pilots as he aimed his Energy cannon beam toward a fleet en route to attack said: "Technology treaty? Well the tech treaty can kiss my ass!!!" And soon a huge energy stream was sent toward the entire convoy...

Meanwhile back at the Government center of gyrobot. The President sent an email to the new leader. It said:

"Dear Clint,
I am sorry that your nation went under such a desvastating attack after the parthians and Mass ownage mounted an invasion towards you. Although your former leader had not been at good terms with us, we would like to make ammends and help stave off the Parthians and its dictator alliance, but we must warn you. As noble as it seems, killing J.L will make him a martyr. I advise you have him capture and treated at least to a considerable status to avoid rousing up the enemy's spirit.
From. Gyrobot Lenster the III"

OOC:Parthians I am sorry but when democracy comes into play I dont hesistate to attack, so you will have to calculate losses.

(OOC: The air force was 10-20km out from the Parthian base when I wrote that last post, Parthia, so there is no way you could have gotten 1500 planes in the air unless they were taking off 2 seconds behind each other.)

Parthian Air Base, near RB City

The bombers surged overhead of the Parthian air base, watching as more and more planes took off. The command to drop and release was given and the ten bombers dropped half their payload, hitting the runways and hangars with precision and rendering the runways useless, while setting anti-aircraft stations alight with the heat of the post-bomb fires and forcing the many men on the base into a state of panic as flames roared off their own backs. Overall, 700 bombs were dropped on the base and it looked like substantial destruction had taken place, but still over 100 Parthian planes had managed to escape the carnage.

It was now the job of the air force to chase down the extra planes and shoot them out of the sky with the heavy-count ammunition plentifully provided on the planes, ammunition so powerful that four shots of two bullets each to the engine would destroy even the most powerful of Parthian fighter planes.

SAFD Platoons, RB City
Parthian ammunition spit into the ground, trees and buildings as the SAFD groups ran for cover. At least thirty were unlucky, the bullets hitting their rock-hard, impenetrable body armour and knocking them flat on the ground, however, not killing them. However, if they wanted to escape a shot to the head by a Parthian pistol, they had to get over the deathless pain and head for cover anyway, however fast or slow they did it.

"They're on shoot-to-kill/no-mercy, by the looks of it," team captains yelled to their forces, "so let's show them equal lack of mercy."

Fanning out, the men shot with outstanding precision at the stationary gun slots and the Parthian forces holding them. Grenades and smoke bombs flew towards the Parthians - they ducked and stopped shooting. The SAFD immediately took control of each stationary gun, disabled them, whilst setting up their own 350* guns and firing madly at any opposition that was vehemently advancing, determined to put a stop to any SAFD advance.

Unfortunately, the Parthian ground forces, who were yet to be backed up (although back up was on its way), were outnumbered, badly outnumbered by the SAFD, who had their own backup of 15,000 more soldiers on the way, only 10km behind. Quickly, the SAFD moved through and secured the areas of the northern part of the city, encountering plenty of opposition.

There was still three-quarters of the city yet to conquer, but the Pacitalian army and navy were on their way to shore things up.

"Fine, you son of a whore," she muttered.

A second later, Eastmoreland picked up the phone. "Eastmoreland here."

“JWolf, Count JWolf here. Good job on what you did.” said the Count “But do something with that lady answering the phone. Now back to business, the Council of Twelve backs everything you have done. J.L. was a fucking nut.” Taking a pause he added, “Can you have your men stay away from our embassy and kill any of those loyal J.L. bitches that try to attack it.?”

SAFD: Parthian Air Base

4,000 more SAFD men climbed off the boats, offloading them after the convoy of amphibious-assault boats rode across the channel to the island of the Parthian air base. They drove through the jungle, bringing stationary guns and PX-850 1.5-second shell tanks along for the ride. Reaching the upheaved 3km long runways the men, tanks and cars hauling the 45mm-ammo guns along with 50,000 rounds of ammunition toward the panic-stricken air base of the Parthian nation. To imagine a 45mm bullet slicing through, well, not slicing, perforating your torso with the force of ten semi-trailers hitting a brick wall simultaneously was something each of the SAFD men did not want to see happen, even to the Parthians, who were foolishly, yet, bravely (as the SAFD admired them for) defending a Roach-Busters that was really against them now.

Reaching the base, the guns were quickly assembled, the ammunition fed and the party started. Strategically stationed in a pentagon fashion around the base, the five 45mm guns took out advancing/escaping Parthian pilots and troops with one painful, searing, sausage-width bullet each to the head or torso. The head ones were more disturbing to watch - the enormous bullets absolutely decimating and destroying the heads of the soldiers, leaving nothing but a gooey sticky mess on a body that fell to the ground, yelling absolutely nothing but the agony of their forced silence.

Meanwhile, tanks moved in and quickly shelled the planes remaining on the ground that didn't already take off before the attacks or survived them, using secondary attack (bullets) when necessary. When hangars were secured, they were wired for detonation, and in sequence, all five of the well-built aeroshelters were destroyed, their windows smashing to bits and their walls imploding as a symbol of the defeat of the Parthians... at least at the air base.

Twenty Pacitalian planes continued to keep watch over the base for hostile activity - however, the key objective had been secured, and now, the Parthian air force had nowhere close by to return. They were stranded in the air. The task of shooting them all from the sky with the combined efforts of the RBAF, PAG, Hogsweatian air force and Malkyerian air force, which now outnumbered the Parthian air forces at least eight planes to one would not be an easy one but it was one the Pacitalian Air Guard was confident would not be a lost cause.

Back in RB City, bombers continued their watchfulness over the city looking for Parthian battlements. On the ground, the SAFD began their assault on the west and east part of the city, splitting in two, now that the backup had arrived.

OOC


My Losses so Far, btw
SAFD: 74 men dead, 620 injured of a total 30,000.
PCIC: 21 agents dead, 35 injured of a total 1,000.
Pacitalian air force: 24 planes shot down, 358 dead, 28 injured, out of a total 10,700.

Total Dead: 453
Total Injured: 683
=================
Total Casualties: 1,136

(OOC: The air force was 10-20km out from the Parthian base when I wrote that last post, Parthia, so there is no way you could have gotten 1500 planes in the air unless they were taking off 2 seconds behind each other.)

Parthian Air Base, near RB City

The bombers surged overhead of the Parthian air base, watching as more and more planes took off. The command to drop and release was given and the ten bombers dropped half their payload, hitting the runways and hangars with precision and rendering the runways useless, while setting anti-aircraft stations alight with the heat of the post-bomb fires and forcing the many men on the base into a state of panic as flames roared off their own backs. Overall, 700 bombs were dropped on the base and it looked like substantial destruction had taken place, but still over 100 Parthian planes had managed to escape the carnage.

It was now the job of the air force to chase down the extra planes and shoot them out of the sky with the heavy-count ammunition plentifully provided on the planes, ammunition so powerful that four shots of two bullets each to the engine would destroy even the most powerful of Parthian fighter planes.

SAFD Platoons, RB City
Parthian ammunition spit into the ground, trees and buildings as the SAFD groups ran for cover. At least thirty were unlucky, the bullets hitting their rock-hard, impenetrable body armour and knocking them flat on the ground, however, not killing them. However, if they wanted to escape a shot to the head by a Parthian pistol, they had to get over the deathless pain and head for cover anyway, however fast or slow they did it.

"They're on shoot-to-kill/no-mercy, by the looks of it," team captains yelled to their forces, "so let's show them equal lack of mercy."

Fanning out, the men shot with outstanding precision at the stationary gun slots and the Parthian forces holding them. Grenades and smoke bombs flew towards the Parthians - they ducked and stopped shooting. The SAFD immediately took control of each stationary gun, disabled them, whilst setting up their own 350* guns and firing madly at any opposition that was vehemently advancing, determined to put a stop to any SAFD advance.

Unfortunately, the Parthian ground forces, who were yet to be backed up (although back up was on its way), were outnumbered, badly outnumbered by the SAFD, who had their own backup of 15,000 more soldiers on the way, only 10km behind. Quickly, the SAFD moved through and secured the areas of the northern part of the city, encountering plenty of opposition.

There was still three-quarters of the city yet to conquer, but the Pacitalian army and navy were on their way to shore things up.

OOC: I thought your target was RB city, which was why I didn't lety you know sooner, however, I don't want to be a pain, but there are a few contingencies. First, If I am correct, my military base in RB is on an Island. Which makes an overland use of soldiers well... you get the idea. I have LOTS of runways. And also, I have bloody anti air defenses and radar and with some kind of uberbomber which shows up on radar like a flaming sun, you should have at least allowed me the oppurtunity to attack with SAMs. I would have scrambled 300 or so PATRIOTs if I knew you were attacking my airbase, but I thought your target was RB city. Please edit accordingly if you don't mind to reflect the anti aircraft fire you would undoubtedly encounter. Another contingency to consider is thats not just an air base, thats an army, and naval station as well. If you would like to say you were instead attacking RB city, that would be good in my mind.
My men are in the city and air base only, under rather tight air cover, theres nothing really to napalm you know unless you feel like doing that. In addition, I would like to state that I hav Gyrobot on ignore since he is a future tech nation and would like to ask that closed to additional people after Malkyer so this doesn't turn into some rediculous mosh pit of 50 people on myself Please allow me to take two allies (Doomingsland and Generic Empire) and otherwise lets keep this closed. Sorry to be a pain, but I'd like this to be a bit more enjoyable.

A group of students was gathering in front of the Pacitian embassy in Persepolis, covered in black masks and chanting, "Death to Pacitalia, Death to Pacitalia!" Most were armed, since most Parthians had weapons in perhaps the most pro-gun nation in the world, with M-16s and M-203 grenade launchers. A few M1-A2 MBTs could be spotted as suddenly, without warning, a barrage of the grenades from the launchers and the crack of the MBT fired into the embassy wall and courtyard. Men with RPG-7s fired rockets at the windows while fanatics armed with MP-5Ks charged over the broken wall chanting, "Martyrdom for Ahura Mazda!!!!!" Chanting could be heard as a man drove his MBT into the embassy wall with even more fanatics following behind. Some had shamshirs, sharpened to an insane level and were going to do what they did best, kill before becoming martyrs.

OOC: I'm going to essentially try making this a Tehran 1979 addition to the RP if you don't mind.

OOC: I thought your target was RB city, which was why I didn't lety you know sooner, however, I don't want to be a pain, but there are a few contingencies. First, If I am correct, my military base in RB is on an Island. Which makes an overland use of soldiers well... you get the idea. I have LOTS of runways. And also, I have bloody anti air defenses and radar and with some kind of uberbomber which shows up on radar like a flaming sun, you should have at least allowed me the oppurtunity to attack with SAMs. I would have scrambled 300 or so PATRIOTs if I knew you were attacking my airbase, but I thought your target was RB city. Please edit accordingly if you don't mind to reflect the anti aircraft fire you would undoubtedly encounter. Another contingency to consider is thats not just an air base, thats an army, and naval station as well.

You did attack me with SAMs and anti-aircraft fire from your base, that would account for a large percentage of my air force deaths/casualties. I agree about keeping this closed now that we have a few people in it.

That's the whole point of war, isn't it? Deception and surprise. ;)

And we don't napalm, we Godrod and Thermax. ;)

A group of students was gathering in front of the Pacitian embassy in Persepolis, covered in black masks and chanting, "Death to Pacitalia, Death to Pacitalia!" Most were armed, since most Parthians had weapons in perhaps the most pro-gun nation in the world, with M-16s and M-203 grenade launchers. A few M1-A2 MBTs could be spotted as suddenly, without warning, a barrage of the grenades from the launchers and the crack of the MBT fired into the embassy wall and courtyard. Men with RPG-7s fired rockets at the windows while fanatics armed with MP-5Ks charged over the broken wall chanting, "Martyrdom for Ahura Mazda!!!!!"

OOC: I probably won't retaliate for that except to close your embassy here and incarcerate your embassy staff and ambassador (without harming them, of course), as I would like to keep this war to an RB-only thing, and not have us attacking each other's countries. The reason I would like to keep it simple is my vacation that starts tomorrow ;)

You did attack me with SAMs and anti-aircraft fire from your base, that would account for a large percentage of my air force deaths/casualties. I agree about keeping this closed now that we have a few people in it.

That's the whole point of war, isn't it? Deception and surprise. ;)

And we don't napalm, we Godrod and Thermax. ;)

OOC: Yeah, but still, I don't think you could have really used your bombers like you did to such an effect. I'm willing to take casualties, but I always can send more up from RB city. Since I had been setting up preparations there (I can give you the link too.) My airforces there are in good condition, and again, where were your troops attacking since the base is on an island?

Edit:

To clarify: I have the base you are bombing, and another working one I set up in the RB city area.

OOC: I probably won't retaliate for that except to close your embassy here and incarcerate your embassy staff and ambassador (without harming them, of course), as I would like to keep this war to an RB-only thing, and not have us attacking each other's countries. The reason I would like to keep it simple is my vacation that starts tomorrow ;)

OOC: Sounds good to me. Though, what kind of resistance does the embassy have?

OOC: Yeah, but still, I don't think you could have really used your bombers like you did to such an effect. I'm willing to take casualties, but I always can send more up from RB city. Since I had been setting up preparations there (I can give you the link too.) My airforces there are in good condition, and again, where were your troops attacking since the base is on an island?

Oh, the 1000P bombers are DAMN good. No ordinary bomber. As for the SAFD part of the attack on your base, it was an amphibious assault on the island, and it looks like I didn't mention that, so I'll edit that in (apologies).

My embassy there has bullet-proof and heat-resistant glass and a state-of-the-art security system, but that's about it.

Oh, the 1000P bombers are DAMN good. No ordinary bomber. As for the SAFD part of the attack on your base, it was an amphibious assault on the island, and it looks like I didn't mention that, so I'll edit that in (apologies).

My embassy there has bullet-proof and heat-resistant glass and a state-of-the-art security system, but that's about it.

OOC: So, I guess 20 or so dead and wounded, but once the RPGs hit.....

The fanatics charged in, waving their swords and MP5s. Pacitalian soldiers fired clip after clip, but more kept coming as fanatics were reduced to bloody rags. Suddenly, one man jumped in with a vest and screamed, "Yathâ ahû vairyôathâ ratush ashâtcît hacâ vanghêush dazdâ mananghô shyaothananãm anghêush mazdâi xshathremcâ ahurâi â ýim drigubyô dadat vâstârem!!" (The will of the Lord is the law of righteousness. The gifts of Vohu-mano to the deeds done in this world for Mazda. He who relieves the poor makes Ahura king. ) before detonating himself and the Pacitalian soldiers with him. Fanatical hordes charged into the building and beat those who did not resist into unconciousness while shooting those who did. The prisoners were dragged out and placed in a cart before being taken to Persepolis prison for interrogation by SAVAK.

OOC: Good post, but I don't the exploder-guy could have said all that without drawing attention to himself and getting shot in the head. ;)

Oh, the 1000P bombers are DAMN good. No ordinary bomber. As for the SAFD part of the attack on your base, it was an amphibious assault on the island, and it looks like I didn't mention that, so I'll edit that in (apologies).

My embassy there has bullet-proof and heat-resistant glass and a state-of-the-art security system, but that's about it.

OOC: Ok then, It'll be a great last stand as every one of 150,000 Parthians sacrifice themselves.

IC: The remaining Parthian planes from the base in RB, realizing their fuel was running too low to escape to the other base in RB city prepared their final wishes to serve the Shah and Parthia as they began to move in closer and closer to the Pacitalians, unleashing AIRAAM after AIRAAM, each plane firing three of their own before closing in at point blank range and firing sidewinder after sidewinder at whatever target suited them the most. Each plane carried five and when those were gone, they unleashed their 20mm cannons and the explosive rounds. They fired until they were empty and then, the remaining planes set their sights on the bombers and screamed: "Xshnaothrâ ahurahe mazdå" (With satisfaction for Ahura Mazda) before ramming themselves into the aircraft. Their loss was a testament to the brave spirit of the Parthian, who fought as many of their comrades were destroyed by enemy aircraft and in the end, sacrificed themselves too.

In the jungles, the Pacitalians could not see what waited for them. It was a Vietnam, with hundreds of miles of tunnels on the island, with many bunkers looking like rocks or trees, some even made of hollowed out trees coming from these massive tunnels. 150,000 Parthian soldiers were sheltered in this network, and soon, their presence would be felt as secretly placed artillery was pointed at the destroyed airbase with the use of laser designators in troop concentrations, and with a swift digital order on the computer system, hundreds of guns rang out and fired again and again while SAM sites came online.

OOC: Good post, but I don't the exploder-guy could have said all that without drawing attention to himself and getting shot in the head. ;)

OOC: True... but you have people screaming in Avestan, which hardly anyone but Zoroastrian preists, language scholars, and Parthians can speak. It really wouldn't matter to the Pacitalians since 50 or so guys are doing a similar thing.

OOC: Hey The Parthians are you responding to one of my convoy sabatoges? I am waiting for a response.

OOC: Is it too late for either the legal Reunited States or the Real ALM itself to intervene?

OOC: Hey The Parthians are you responding to one of my convoy sabatoges? I am waiting for a response.

OOC: I think not, I do not RP with FT nations and neither does anyone here. Either drop down to modern tech or please leave the thread.

OOC: Is it too late for either the legal Reunited States or the Real ALM itself to intervene?

Thus far the RP is closed, but two of my allies have been allowed to join to make this more even. It really depends on what side you plan on supporting.

OOC: ALirght, it is not like I got other weapons up my sleave. But calculate that one loss and I will use modern tech weapons.

IC: After the seemingly successful attack against the convoy, the fighter saw that its cannons are overloading and it said:"Caution, further use of the super cannon will cause the fighter to lose power cells and make cause it to self destruct" Alarmed it switch to its conventional weapons which consists of missiles, gatling guns and Nalpalm missiles and told commander the bad news. General Celice Trigofer, then requested a whole division of white robes to be on route to the battlefield.

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You get the idea.

OOC: RB or Parthia, could you respond to my attack on the beach?

OOC: Hey Parthia, how many people you got in RB city right now? Can you sent walking my embassy? So, I can kill...er....help them.

OOC: Hey Parthia, how many people you got in RB city right now? Can you sent walking my embassy? So, I can kill...er....help them.

OOC: 10 Divisions of Infantry are active with 2 armored divisions. Thats roughly 250,000 men with 3,000 tanks plus 150,000 Arab Irregulars and 50,000 Shooban suicide troops with another equal number in reserve with the addition of 25,000 Immortals.

OOC: Malkyer, I will post when I get back home and have more time.

OOC: Hello... can I get involved in this RP? It looks very good, but you lot also look like you're getting on with it quite nicely.

OOC: Malkyer, I will post when I get back home and have more time.

OOC: No rush.

OOC: 10 Divisions of Infantry are active with 2 armored divisions. Thats roughly 250,000 men with 3,000 tanks plus 150,000 Arab Irregulars and 50,000 Shooban suicide troops with another equal number in reserve with the addition of 25,000 Immortals.

OOC: Damn that’s a lot of people. Are they anywhere near the embassies?

OOC: Ok I will stop using any super attacks that my aircraft squadron has, also to add my infantry unit are using RCP-120s(basically a smaller less recoilish weapon of the standard heavy machine gun infantry.).

The Sawney Beane Clan saw Arabs. They remembered, in their tribal memory of course, that Arabs were both good prey and tasty as hell.....

Thistle Boy Sawney Beane Glss danced on a pile of bones as the Tale of Sawney the First was played loudly over bagpipes and intercoms throughtout their little corner of the city. A report came in from the drum-singers, an ancient way of close communication involving musical instruments, Thistle Boy Sawney Beane Glss roused many men from sleep and spoke Harsh Gael to communicate what he'd come heard. They nodded and gathered axes, that were so sharp that stone masons back home had risked life and limb learning how to make it such, guns, and collected gathered heads, now shrunk through a quick process, around massive belts that decorated an odd mix of combat armor and ancient apparel.

They set off hiding easily in an abandoned building watching as some Arab troops moved by with Shoobans in tow. They stared with their unearthly yellow and blue eyes pulling axes out and rushing from behind the Parthian irregulars...........

Official Declaration of War


***

A flight of bombers approached the coast of RP, along with an entire fighter wing flying escort. They were coming to soften up the area for the approaching ground forces. As the planes made visual contact with the shore, the lead bomber issued a pre-recorded message on all frequencies:

"Attention, the Kingdom of Malkyer has hereby entered this fight. We are preparing to attack the beach, to secure a landing area for our troops. We suggest you move away."

That would hopefully get friendlies out of the way, and maybe even enemies. The pilots doubted that they would have such luck. However, most pro-J.L. forces were engaged in RB City, and so there was hope here. A volley of missiles and smart-bombs flew at the beach, and the point of no return was passed.


"Radar detects hostile inbound targets. Preparing to engage incoming naval forces with our own." The navy of Parthia, the pride and joy of the coastal peoples of south Iran where the vessels were built and manned by these crews. Now, with news of the de facto ally Malkyer, who was an Ottoman Alliance member like Parthia backstabbing the Shahdom like that the force would fall. As the missiles came in, the massive antiair umbrella of the Shah Shapur, Shah Ardeshir, Shahanshah Khosru, and Shah Bahram, massive superdreadnoughts with massive firepower now trained their radars to the sky and unloaded barrages of SAMs. The barrage was amazing, with smoke covering the sea with a dusty mist as trails of dust roared through the skies and impacted into the missiles headed for shore. Damage to the shore was minimal, but now, the nearby planes was attacked as 500 SM-2 missiles ripped from the tubes and flew into the skies after the enemy planes, rocketing off at a high speed.

In the skies above, 2,500 Parthian planes deployed from the RB city base were now moving rapidly towards the enemy planes. A barrage of 550 AIRAAMs was fired before they pulled back to let the remaining planes come to them, where AA guns and SAMs could be brought to bear.

The Sawney Beane Clan saw Arabs. They remembered, in their tribal memory of course, that Arabs were both good prey and tasty as hell.....

Thistle Boy Sawney Beane Glss danced on a pile of bones as the Tale of Sawney the First was played loudly over bagpipes and intercoms throughtout their little corner of the city. A report came in from the drum-singers, an ancient way of close communication involving musical instruments, Thistle Boy Sawney Beane Glss roused many men from sleep and spoke Harsh Gael to communicate what he'd come heard. They nodded and gathered axes, that were so sharp that stone masons back home had risked life and limb learning how to make it such, guns, and collected gathered heads, now shrunk through a quick process, around massive belts that decorated an odd mix of combat armor and ancient apparel.

They set off hiding easily in an abandoned building watching as some Arab troops moved by with Shoobans in tow. They stared with their unearthly yellow and blue eyes pulling axes out and rushing from behind the Parthian irregulars...........

The 150 Arab irregulars immediatley broke and ran in all places, with their bolt action rifles firing wildly while Shoobans walked around stupidly with their pointed sticks and bows. They stood no chance.

The Sawneys laughed madly and began massacring the Arabs and Shoobans quickly and efficiently. They took the lives of 100 Arabs and just killed the Shoobans with no food ideals in sight. Two Sawneys were hit by stray bullets. Both wounds were in the foot. They shrugged it off and chased after the Arabs for a few minutes shooting and killing 26 more. They dragged the bodies back and ripped the flesh from the bone. They took the bones and bleached them in boiling acid. Soon they'd be crafting them into arrows and knives for sacrificial purposes.

They left the eyes, tongues, and hair in a pile............

The Pwnage forces simply withdrew. (sorry about the crappy post)

"Radar detects hostile inbound targets. Preparing to engage incoming naval forces with our own." The navy of Parthia, the pride and joy of the coastal peoples of south Iran where the vessels were built and manned by these crews. Now, with news of the de facto ally Malkyer, who was an Ottoman Alliance member like Parthia backstabbing the Shahdom like that the force would fall. As the missiles came in, the massive antiair umbrella of the Shah Shapur, Shah Ardeshir, Shahanshah Khosru, and Shah Bahram, massive superdreadnoughts with massive firepower now trained their radars to the sky and unloaded barrages of SAMs. The barrage was amazing, with smoke covering the sea with a dusty mist as trails of dust roared through the skies and impacted into the missiles headed for shore. Damage to the shore was minimal, but now, the nearby planes was attacked as 500 SM-2 missiles ripped from the tubes and flew into the skies after the enemy planes, rocketing off at a high speed.

In the skies above, 2,500 Parthian planes deployed from the RB city base were now moving rapidly towards the enemy planes. A barrage of 550 AIRAAMs was fired before they pulled back to let the remaining planes come to them, where AA guns and SAMs could be brought to bear.

"Hostiles in the air! Flights Charlie, Delta, follow me!" shouted the lead Raptor pilot over the radio. "Missiles inbound, take evasive action." The planes dove and twisted in the air, managing to avoid many of the missiles. However, the laws of statistics meant that given the huge number fired by the Parthian fighters, some would get through. The ones that did tore apart the Malkyeri planes, destroying close to twenty in the initial engagement. Below the swarms of fighters, AEGIS-equipped cruisers were already tracking the myriad planes in the air, separating the Malkyeri from their Parthian counterparts thanks to IFF beacons. Once the Parthian aircraft were positively identified, the cruisers let loose dozens of SAMs, to reduce the enemy air power to shreds...

***

Joint Statement by the Ministries of Defense and Foreign Affairs:
As you read this, the brave and gallant forces of the Royal Navy and Royal Airforce are off the coast of Roach-Busters, fighting to bring freedom and justice to that long-oppressed land. However, we are not fighting against J.L.'s forces. No, instead we fight the forces of the Parthian Shahdom, an ally through the Ottoman Alliance. No longer, though. Despite the fact that our declaration of war was solely against the illegitimate government of J.L., it was not those forces that attacked our troops. No, it was the Parthians, stabbing us in the back, though we had no hostile intentions toward them. Knowing this, we ask you, the people of Malkyer and of the world, to know that we will not be stopped in spite of this treachery, and we will continue our fight until the light of freedom shines in every corner of Roach-Busters. To our soldiers and allies, best of luck and Godspeed.

(OOC: WHOA!!! :eek: What'd I miss?)

In the streets of RB the White robes saw a group of fanaticals at the street. Alarmed they began to unleash a hail of bullets towards the warriors. Meanwhile the fighter squadrons detected a group of bombers heading into the city and immediate engaged it using their napalm air to air missiles. To all the troops below it was like the sky caught flames.

The Real ALM and Praetonia are welcome to join.

“JWolf, Count JWolf here. Good job on what you did.” said the Count “But do something with that lady answering the phone. Now back to business, the Council of Twelve backs everything you have done. J.L. was a fucking nut.” Taking a pause he added, “Can you have your men stay away from our embassy and kill any of those loyal J.L. bitches that try to attack it.?”

BUMP

The Real ALM and Praetonia are welcome to join.

OOC: Uhm, shouldn't we wait for me to get a few allies here first? I mean, this is turning rapidly into everyone vs Parthia day and I think that we should sort of keep it closed to the pro-democracy side with what we have now and allow me to take two allies.

"Hostiles in the air! Flights Charlie, Delta, follow me!" shouted the lead Raptor pilot over the radio. "Missiles inbound, take evasive action." The planes dove and twisted in the air, managing to avoid many of the missiles. However, the laws of statistics meant that given the huge number fired by the Parthian fighters, some would get through. The ones that did tore apart the Malkyeri planes, destroying close to twenty in the initial engagement. Below the swarms of fighters, AEGIS-equipped cruisers were already tracking the myriad planes in the air, separating the Malkyeri from their Parthian counterparts thanks to IFF beacons. Once the Parthian aircraft were positively identified, the cruisers let loose dozens of SAMs, to reduce the enemy air power to shreds...

The F-78s were well prepared for the barrage of missiles, they were Doomingsland produced after all and each one had an electronic countermeasures system utilizing a small radar dome underneath the aircraft to locate the incoming radar pulses of a guided missile, which are given off at a set frequency and size determined by enemy radar pulses which confuse missile radars into believing their targets had been reached, and then, the missiles would explode. With this, the barrages of missiles posed little threat to the sleek aircraft as they soared through the air, loosing only four as they turned around towards the Malkyers and fired a barrage of 500 sidewinders as the planes came into range while others moved in with their cannons firing at full force.

In the seas, the Parthian fleet now brought itself to bear. F-78 carrier versions lifted themselves off the Koroush and her sister carriers, adding 500 more planes to the skies, 350 F-78s and 150 JSFs. While the F-78s scanned the skies, the JSFs flew in low and each fired a harpoon missile while, in a barrage from the Parthian fleet, 150 SS-N-19 massive shipwreck missiles flew off from the Tehran and Esfahan. Crusiers and destroyers joined in with a blast of 350 Harpoons while the Parthian satellites relayed information down to the fire control computers of the superdreadnoughts. The information was simple, the position of enemy carriers and their likely course. When this was done, the computers calculated the course, and fire control aimed the gun to the likely area before over 100 28 inch shells fired off in a chorus of death.

OOC: Uhm, shouldn't we wait for me to get a few allies here first? I mean, this is turning rapidly into everyone vs Parthia day and I think that we should sort of keep it closed to the pro-democracy side with what we have now and allow me to take two allies.

Don't worry, The Real ALM is an ally.

(OOC: I agree with Parthia, Eastmoreland has enough allies. So if anyone shows up wanting to help Eastmoreland, sorry, but all slots for his allies are filled.)

"Eastmoreland, are you there still?" asked the Count, looking at the faces of other council’s members.

When this was done, the computers calculated the course, and fire control aimed the gun to the likely area before over 100 28 inch shells fired off in a chorus of death.

OOC: Um...are 28-inch shells physically possible? Realistically, it seems like the shock of firing one could wreak havoc on a cannon...

IC:

"Hellfire and damnation!" screamed a pilot just before his plane exploded. The Parthian aircraft had what seemed like an unending supply of missiles; everytime one wave exploded, another volley would be fired. Not only that, but they had some sort of counter-measure that caused about the a third of the missiles to detonate prematurely. The rest were saved only because of a safeguard originally designed to prevent the missiles from confusing friendly and enemy radar signatures.

As the fierce fighting continued in the skies above, some Parthian fighters flew in low, firing off Harpoon anti-ship missiles. Three of the outlying escort frigates were hit, two of them damaged badly enough that they couldn't continue their forward movement, and the third simply sunk.

Realizing that further missile attacks could not be counted on to destroy Parthian ships and aircraft, the crews of the Malkyeri fleet began firing away AA machine guns, literally spewing tons of lead into the air at the enemy.

OOC: Parthia, what sort of force do you have defending this stretch of coastline? I thought most of your forces were in RB City.

OOC: Um...are 28-inch shells physically possible? Realistically, it seems like the shock of firing one could wreak havoc on a cannon...

IC:

"Hellfire and damnation!" screamed a pilot just before his plane exploded. The Parthian aircraft had what seemed like an unending supply of missiles; everytime one wave exploded, another volley would be fired. Not only that, but they had some sort of counter-measure that caused about the a third of the missiles to detonate prematurely. The rest were saved only because of a safeguard originally designed to prevent the missiles from confusing friendly and enemy radar signatures.

As the fierce fighting continued in the skies above, some Parthian fighters flew in low, firing off Harpoon anti-ship missiles. Three of the outlying escort frigates were hit, two of them damaged badly enough that they couldn't continue their forward movement, and the third simply sunk.

Realizing that further missile attacks could not be counted on to destroy Parthian ships and aircraft, the crews of the Malkyeri fleet began firing away AA machine guns, literally spewing tons of lead into the air at the enemy.

OOC: Parthia, what sort of force do you have defending this stretch of coastline? I thought most of your forces were in RB City.

OOC: They are, you are just attacking my navy. And the 28 inch guns are ETC as well, which makes them more practical.
Off the Coast of Roach Busters: Parthian Fleet Alpha

The Parthians planes pulled off towards RB city, leaving behind five fireballs of planes hit by lucky anti air battery shots as the land based airplanes pulled back to cover RB city airspace. The 500 navy planes acted as a rearguard while the naval forces discharged hundreds of SA-2 SAMs at the enemy planes above. Jamshid class crusiers unloaded their SS-N-19 missiles at the enemy vessels in a number over 150. Each of these missiles was extremley fast and quite large, they were deadly to enemy vessels. The JSFs in the sky joined in, unloading one more Harpoon missile each before themselves pulling back low towards the escape route back to RB city. The massive guns of the superdreadnoughts spat fire like dragons, unleashing the shells towards enemy vessels while another volley of 150 SS-N-19s roared off at a high speed. The Parthian admiral then gave his orders, pull back to within 10 miles of RB city and cover that.

Within RB City

The palace was in range of the Shooban and Arab irregulars, who began to charge with the Shoobans in front. The Shoobans were walking time bombs, armed with sticks and bows and ordered to charge forward so they would get food in the palace. If their life detectors found they had died, they would detonate thanks to several pounds of C-4. It was this horde that moved in shouting in unintelligible gibberish and waving tribal spears as they charged towards the palace. Behind them, were a mob of Arab irregulars armed with bolt action rifles with a bayonet. They had been ordered to fight or their families held hostage would be executed, and thus, they would fight to the death with their inferior weaponry. These Arabs simply sat near the palace and riddled it with fire while the Shoobans charged in.

Persepolis

A crowd of demonstrators ran through the embassy ransacking the place and trying to find any secret documents while students ran around outside burning Pacitalian flags and shouting Marg-bar Pacitalia! Marg-bar Pacitalia! (In Farsi, Death to Pacitalia! Death to Pacitalia!) The hostages were being driven to Persepolis prison, blindfolded as the jeering crowds repeated the mantra: "Marg-bar Pacitalia!" Vigilantes in black vans roamed the streets without government consent to secretly kidnap Pacitalian citizens to secretly hand over to the government while Parthian citizens tried to flee the nation of Pacitalia by any means they could. Cardboard effigies of Tim Ell were being set on fire and shot at by M-16s while everyone cheered. Images came on Parthian TV networks with the blindfolded Pacitalians in the background: "These spies have been captured and are now to be held by our just nation for the crimes Pacitalia has committed. Democracy is repressive, like our friendly news services tell you (OOC: I have managed to brainwash my people into believing democracy is just dictatorship by demagouges or rule by a collection of them rather than just Shahs). If you know any democrats, turn them over to SAVAK now, because this nation of democracy has attacked us!"

Soon SAVAK lines flooded with nearly 50,000 tips.

"Eastmoreland, are you there still?" asked the Count, looking at the faces of other council’s members.

"Yep," Eastmoreland said.

"Looks like The parthian's troops are more evil then I though well with them thinking that a repressive government is ok then lets kill them all." Said the commander of the white robes battlion. As they notice the shoobans on the street. He ordered his men to fire on a roof of a local building, the building soon fell upon the enemy and seemingly crushed them. Although 5 of the soldiers were killed in the attack

"Yep," Eastmoreland said.

He push a button to turn on a recorder, now everything was going to be on tape. “If I get J.L. to come to me, what do I do will him?” asked the Count. That question was a test, to see what Eastmoreland was. A true democracy leader or a manic.

He push a button to turn on a recorder, now everything was going to be on tape. “If I get J.L. to come to me, what do I did will him?” asked the Count. That question was a test, to see what Eastmoreland was. A true democracy leader or a manic.

"What do I did will him?"

:confused:

"What do I did will him?"

:confused:

OOC: I wrote the wrong word. Edited.

He push a button to turn on a recorder, now everything was going to be on tape. “If I get J.L. to come to me, what do I do will him?” asked the Count. That question was a test, to see what Eastmoreland was. A true democracy leader or a manic.

"What the hell are you talking about, ghoul?" Eastmoreland bellowed.

The Real ALM and Praetonia are welcome to join.
OOC: Thankyou. Parthians is a little out numbered, so I won't deploy that much until he gets some more allies.

@Parthians: 28" guns are indeed possible, although you won't get many shots off before the barrels need replacing. Maybe 25 more shots from each gun? Once that happens the barrel has the be replaced in port... no way you can do it at sea, which is why my largest calibre shell I now use is 25". On the other hand, not much will survive 25 hits from a 28" gun. ETC actually makes the gun heavier and larger, but more powerful... still, that's irrevelent so long as the ship is big enough to take it.

IC: The Obsidian Tower, Praeton

The twenty-four great time-guns fired in unison. Midnight. The silence that followed was the deeper for the massive burst of noise that had preceeded it. This had gone from being a mere absence of sound to a feeling almost that the earth around them was sucking sound down into its muddy depths. On the fifth floor of the great tower, four above the Imperial Parliament, Cabinet was meeting.

"The situation in Roach-Busters requires a Praetonian responce. If we can pull Roach-Busters out of dictatorship and into a Pro-Praetonian Democracy then... well... we have a gateway to the Generic Bloc," Tiberius Polax, Foreign Secretary, whispered excitedly. There was no need for him to whisper, but it seemed fitting.

"We have three Rapid Reaction Fleets in the area capable of deploying 5,250 Naval Guardsmen and 150 Hoplite MBTs. We do, however," the voice of Sir Fortuanus Gallius, Minister of Defence and Director of Imperial Praetonian Shipyards, turned grave, "have information that the Parthians have deployed SuperDreadnaughts to the area."

"Can we deploy anything substantial in that time?" The Prime Minister asked tentatively.

"We can have three Imperial Fleets led by an Imperial Class in the combat zone in a week, but until then our fleets will simply have to keep a low profile. If the worst comes to the worst, they can engage with Battleaxe and Halberd missiles."

"Will that be effective?"

"Oh of course they will... if we get into range... Prime Minister, it's very difficult to destroy a SuperDreadnaught unless countered with another such vessel. That's why we designed the Imperial and Freedom Class vessels. They're massive resource sinks, but they're the only way to remain competitive."

The Prime Minister let out a brief hum in acknowledgement, before turning to his Minister for the Colonies, Lord Galius Lucundus, "The Parthians appear to be conducting a guerilla war in the jungles. I am told that we do not have the political or military capability to fight such a war. Do you have any suggestions...?"

"Well, Prime Minister, we have had these problems in the past. The simple fact is that you cannot support any effective force in foreign lands without popular support. Unless the Roach-Busterians in the jungle provide them with food, they cannot continue their operations beyond the level of an irritation for the democratic Roach-Busterian forces."

"Go on..."

"We must make clear that we will protect the Roach-Busterians from the Parthian forces, distribute food and aid and generally befriend the native populace. We cannot afford to lose their trust, or we may as well just pull out once the cities are secure."

"Well, I think that just about sums it up," the Prime Minister said, yawning, "Have the fleets deploy their Naval Guard immediately," he got up, and the rest of cabinet followed suit.

"Good night, Prime Minister."

1st - 3rd Rapid Reaction Fleets

"Sir, we've received orders to deploy our forces to Roach-Buster city immediately," a Second Lieutenant informed his Admiral, having entered the man's office and closing the door behind him.

"Excellent! Any sign of those Parthians, eh?"

"Yes, sir. The latest satellite telemetary shows them to be some distance from our current position. They have not as yet made any hostile moves towards us. We believe we are outside their radar range."

"Good. We wouldn't want to run into any of those damned superdreadnaughts, eh would we?" The Admiral continued with his usual air of jolity. "No, of course not," he said mostly to himself, shaking his head. He was a short, fat man who believed strongly in everything being done right, but he was a friendly man, and he was fair. He was widely liked by his crews, "The tanks too?"

"Yes, sir. Everything we have."

"Oh, excellent. So, have the helicopters go in at night. Have them turn off thei active radar seekers... but broadcast them telemetary from ours, and from our satellites. Wouldn't want them going in blind, eh? Well, if they get any active seekers on them have them fire EMP. It'll scramble the Parthian SAMs... not permanently, but it'll let them get in."

"Yes sir. Captain Marcellus has put all defencive systems on high alert. Praeton says we can have tungsten rod support if necessary," the Lieutenant's voice lowered, indicating the wide-spread fear of what he was illuding to.

"A good idea. Always a good idea. Anyway, dismissed. Tell the men good luck from me."

"Yes sir!" The man said, snapping to attention and smiling.

The Sky, Nearing Roach-Busters

The black cloud of stealthed helicopters was advancing at its top speed towards the Roach-Busterian capital. It wouldn't take long, and there wouldn't be much chance for the Parthians to intercept them, but there was always the chance they would lose helicopters, and that meant a lot of men. Some helicopters did not have troops, but slung tanks and the occasional light field gun under their bellies.

"Sir, we're passing over land now," a co-pilot said aboard one of the helicopters. Only time would tell if there would be a fight this early on.

OOC: I thought RB was keeping it closed for all Pro-Democracy people after Malkyer. If you are joining, I would like to take a few allies to even the balance.

IC: The furious cloud of advanced F-78s swarmed over RB city, with the anxious pilots scanning the skies. Looking out. One patrol of airplanes looked out towards the sea, and there, they saw a cloud of hundreds of helicopters moving in. "Command, this is Captian Fardmanesh and I have spotted a flight of helicopters moving in rapidly at a fairly low altitude. No radar detection possible, they must be stealthed." The air commander's communication officer responded quickly, "Copy that, all planes are to scramble at this moment." Within minutes, swarms of Parthian planes were moving forward to the lumbering helicopters, or at least, lumbering next to a fighter aircraft. 20mm cannon tracers opened up in bright lights, firing explosive rounds into the helicopters while on the ground, 45mm anti aircraft guns opened fire while the searchlights lit up the skies.

RB City Palace
A horde of Shoobans surged forward into the palace, screaming wildly as they charged towards the Roach Busters guards with the spears in hand, or throwing javelins while others shot bows. When one was shot, they exploded in a cloud of flame and shrapnel. It was an entertaining spectacle to see over 1000 Shoobans charge into the teeth of the defense, high command expected them to be killed along with 5000 Arab irregulars selected for the task. When those were dead, resistance should have been crushed enough to utilize the regular army to capture General Eastmoreland and give him the most horrible punishment of scaphism.

OOC: He said I could join, so *shrug*

IC: "Sir, Parthian aircraft appear to have detected our presence," a radar-man aboard one of the helicopters whispered to his Pilot. They had to remain radio-silence, although it was very likely that most of the other helicopters would come to the same conclusion on their own anyway. It didn't take long before the helicopters opened fire, launching up to a hundred EMP missiles towards Pathian planes on 'over the horizon' attack paths. Any idea of remaining stealthy was now ruined, and the helicopters broke formation, splitting off and attempting to provide as many targets as possible. Each helicopter had two air-to-air missiles. They just prayed that they would not have to use them against aeroplanes.

"What the hell are you talking about, ghoul?" Eastmoreland bellowed.

"How about answering this one. If you had J.L. in your prison, what want you do with him?" asked the Count.

[OOC: Actually I might not have much computer time over the next few days :( if the RP is still going when I get back, I'll try to get involved again if that's ok.]

OOC: He said I could join, so *shrug*

IC: "Sir, Parthian aircraft appear to have detected our presence," a radar-man aboard one of the helicopters whispered to his Pilot. They had to remain radio-silence, although it was very likely that most of the other helicopters would come to the same conclusion on their own anyway. It didn't take long before the helicopters opened fire, launching up to a hundred EMP missiles towards Pathian planes on 'over the horizon' attack paths. Any idea of remaining stealthy was now ruined, and the helicopters broke formation, splitting off and attempting to provide as many targets as possible. Each helicopter had two air-to-air missiles. They just prayed that they would not have to use them against aeroplanes.

OOC: How can you use an EMP missile on my planes since they are shielded from most electromagnetic radiation and unless your helis are too, we have moved in too close to safley use.

"Missiles inbound", screamed Captian Fardmanesh as the Parthian planes as their countermeasure systems kicked into gear and laid waste to the missiles fired away at the Parthian airplanes. Many werre hit, and damage was unknown, 75 of the F-78s had their guidance systems fried in the blasts while 22 others crashed in fireballs into the oceans below. Those with the shattered electronics tried to turn for home and flee for repairs. The rest closed into point blank range and fired away with 20mm cannons at the helicopters while tracers from AA guns lit up the skies.

Meanwhile, a secret message went out to Roach Busters generals supporting Eastmoreland, delivered by special SAVAK agents operating in Roach Busters with JL's consent for quite some time were now delivering packets of information to their homes. Within, a Prerecorded video played a tape of the Shah, who at the end offered them a bit of palm grease in return for their loyalty. All they had to do was tell the SAVAK agent "Yes" and begin preparations to attack Pro-Eastmoreland forces and a sum of 25-100 million, depending on rank was wired to a Swiss account.

"How about answering this one. If you had J.L. in your prison, what want you do with him?" asked the Count.

"I'd put him on trial for crimes against humanity," Eastmoreland replied.

"I'd put him on trial for crimes against humanity," Eastmoreland replied.

"Good answer. But you better be armed because it sound like they are get into the palace." said the Count "Bye."

Clicking the cell-phone shut, he looked at the TV screen and said " He is not like J.L. and are plan didn't work. We will stay out of this but if the embassy is attack, all hell will break out." The other council's members agreed with the Count.

"Good answer. But you better be armed because it sound like they are get into the palace." said the Count "Bye."

Clicking the cell-phone shut, he looked at the TV screen and said " He is not like J.L. and are plan didn't work. We will stay out of this but if the embassy is attack, all hell will break out." The other council's members agreed with the Count.

Eastmoreland called the Count back, waiting for him to pick up.

Eastmoreland called the Count back, waiting for him to pick up.

Count JWolf looked down at his cell-phone as the caller id came up. 'J.L.'s phone' read across the screen. "It looks like I plan did work." Flipping the phone open, he said "General Eastmoreland, what is it now?

Count JWolf looked down at his cell-phone as the caller id came up. 'J.L.'s phone' read across the screen. "It looks like I plan did work." Flipping the phone open, he said "General Eastmoreland, what is it now?

"You are a lowlife son of a bitch," Eastmoreland bellowed. "I heard about what you did. You were at that despicable festival, shooting Shoobans along with J.L., Fuhrer Khosru, and those other shitheads!"

"You are a lowlife son of a bitch," Eastmoreland bellowed. "I heard about what you did. You were at that despicable festival, shooting Shoobans along with J.L., Fuhrer Khosru, and those other shitheads!"

“No, you are wrong.” said the Count “I’m a sadist manic and your best bet is not to get on my bad side. Now, you got anything else to say to me?”

“No, you are wrong.” said the Count “I’m a sadist manic and your best bet is not to get on my bad side. Now, you got anything else to say to me?”

"No, except that I hope you die soon," Eastmoreland said, and hung up.

Flipping the phone shut, he said “General Eastmoreland is an idiot. I see his regime only lasting maybe a month or less.” to the Council’s member. “He needs to learn a lesson on how to run a nation right.”

The JSFs in the sky joined in, unloading one more Harpoon missile each before themselves pulling back low towards the escape route back to RB city...The Parthian admiral then gave his orders, pull back to within 10 miles of RB city and cover that.

OOC: I'm assuming that since you've pulled back the beachhead is now mine. If this isn't correct then let me know and I'll edit this.

The battle was over, for now. The Parthians had pulled back to cover RB City, but not before unleashing another massive assault on the Malkyeri fleet. The losses were staggering, ten warships heavily damaged, another four sunk. Close to seventy planes had been lost, and more would have except for the simple fact that the Parthians had put too many missiles in the air. Pretty much anywhere the Malkyeri had fired they'd hit something.

Another two carrier groups were en route to reinforce the Navy, though they would not arrive for some time. The transport ships were moving up to the coast now, to unload the soldiers of both the Marines and Army, to fight the enemy on the ground. A full Army Group, 288,000 combat-ready soldiers, was slated to enter this fight. Colonel Vasiliy Karantov's 34th Infantry Regiment was the first Army unit on the ground.

HIs adjutant, Captain Borodin, stood with him, watching the Regiment's armored fist of 14 Challenger II's disembark. "The initiative is ours, Colonel."

"Initiave is a pyschological thing, not a physical one. Never forget that, Captain. The Parthians and J.L. loyalists are still a dangerous foe. They mave have withdrawn from here, but they have reinforced RB City. We suffered terrible casualties here, at a relatively undefended stretch of shoreline. Imagine what taking the city will be like. At best the initiative is at a balance, niether side having an advantage over the other. But I expect that will soon change. The Kingdom fields some of the best light infantry in the world, and they are eager to prove themselves. All we officers have to do is give them the chance."

Captain Borodin didn't say anything, instead pondering his Colonel's words.

OOC: I'm assuming that since you've pulled back the beachhead is now mine. If this isn't correct then let me know and I'll edit this.

The battle was over, for now. The Parthians had pulled back to cover RB City, but not before unleashing another massive assault on the Malkyeri fleet. The losses were staggering, ten warships heavily damaged, another four sunk. Close to seventy planes had been lost, and more would have except for the simple fact that the Parthians had put too many missiles in the air. Pretty much anywhere the Malkyeri had fired they'd hit something.

Another two carrier groups were en route to reinforce the Navy, though they would not arrive for some time. The transport ships were moving up to the coast now, to unload the soldiers of both the Marines and Army, to fight the enemy on the ground. A full Army Group, 288,000 combat-ready soldiers, was slated to enter this fight. Colonel Vasiliy Karantov's 34th Infantry Regiment was the first Army unit on the ground.

HIs adjutant, Captain Borodin, stood with him, watching the Regiment's armored fist of 14 Challenger II's disembark. "The initiative is ours, Colonel."

"Initiave is a pyschological thing, not a physical one. Never forget that, Captain. The Parthians and J.L. loyalists are still a dangerous foe. They mave have withdrawn from here, but they have reinforced RB City. We suffered terrible casualties here, at a relatively undefended stretch of shoreline. Imagine what taking the city will be like. At best the initiative is at a balance, niether side having an advantage over the other. But I expect that will soon change. The Kingdom fields some of the best light infantry in the world, and they are eager to prove themselves. All we officers have to do is give them the chance."

Captain Borodin didn't say anything, instead pondering his Colonel's words.

OOC: Correct, I moved to fortify RB city.

OOC: check TGs, Parthia.

The troops, their rifles in hands, trudged through the scenery, far different to that of their homeland, to reach RB City. Many chose to roll up their sleeves, [if it's jungle im assuming heat] because of the weather and a few, although against regulation, had discarded their helmets for panama hats and bandanas. The lightgreen/olive drab uniform was not like a standard army uniform, but much like rather baggy uniform (http://www.liberatorcrew.com/Tripod/Burma.jpg), their backpacks holding what they needed. Magazines and grenades, shovels and sleeping equipment being the biggest items of the day.

Having trekked for a day they were only three miles out from RB City and already they could smell and see the burning fires and smoke of the battlefield.

OOC: RB, can you respond to the attack the irregulars are mounting on the palace?

RB City Palace
A horde of Shoobans surged forward into the palace, screaming wildly as they charged towards the Roach Busters guards with the spears in hand, or throwing javelins while others shot bows. When one was shot, they exploded in a cloud of flame and shrapnel. It was an entertaining spectacle to see over 1000 Shoobans charge into the teeth of the defense, high command expected them to be killed along with 5000 Arab irregulars selected for the task. When those were dead, resistance should have been crushed enough to utilize the regular army to capture General Eastmoreland and give him the most horrible punishment of scaphism.

"Goonzeegozongo!" a Shooban cried, leaping forward and impaling a guard's head with a blunt, crude spear which penetrated his cranium, causing bloody brain tissue to seep through a tattered opening in his forehead. Instantaneous death was the result. Shoobans chanted in their ancient, bizarre, non-sensical language as they tossed javelins about, creating a bloody spectacle as guards' bodies were impaled and gore doused the ground. The guards' morale snapped at the realization they were outnumbered, and the vast majority of them briskly surrendered, raising their hands high to indicate that they would not attempt futile resistance. The Shoobans, being the horrid creatures they are, killed the guards anyway, filleting them like fish with their spears.

General Bernard Davies, commander of Royal Forces, read the message as it was handed to him, and then sat in his chair to think for a moment. On his desk was a stack of paperwork concerning the deployment and allocation of troops. He ignored it. Rising, he left his office and headed to the Command Post, to make an announcement to the troops.

Attention, this is General Davies. I have just been informed that General Eastmoreland has announced that he is going to turn Roach-Busters into a communist state once this is all done. He has gone back on his promises of freedom and liberty for the people. He has betrayed those who fight beside him. Because of this, the Royal government and the Shah of Parthia have agreed on a cease fire. Parthian forces will no longer consider us hostile, and we will extend to them the same courtesy. I cannot say I will enjoy fighting beside them, but Eastmoreland owes us a debt that cannot be repayed easily. We must do what we can. Maybe some good will come of this. That is all."

***

Seven soldiers and several officers stood on the shore, waves lapping against their boots. Out in the distance, the sun glinted off of wreckage from the earlier battle, wreckage both Malkyeri and Parthian. The seven soldiers raised their rifles, ceremonial bolt-action weapons. They fired a shot, lowered the guns, worked the bolt, raised the gun, and fired again. They repeated the process again, a chaplain (the Royal Military didn't have any Zoroastrian preists) said a quiet prayer, and the men departed, their debt repaid.

Doomingsland Military Base, Roach-Busters

The base had remained dormant for the entire revolution. That was now changing. The Marines had mounted up in their LAV-90 infantry fighting vehicles and the rest of the armor had formed up. This would be no more than a brigade, 3,000 men mounted in 250 IFVs along with 120 M29A2 MBTs. They set out and headed towards R-B City....

Completely soaked from head to toe in tension-induced perspiration, General Creighton Michael Eastmoreland panted like an old, enfeebled, constipated dog attempting to pass a bowel movement. His mouth was drier than even the most arid desert. His entire body shuddered convulsively, his fingers twitching, his arms shaking spasmodically. His eyes were bulging, vacant, glazed, and devoid of emotion, so entrenched in his soul was his all-pervasive fear, which permeated every fiber of his being. His eyes glittered with tears, which silently and coldly trailed down his cheeks in rivulets.

Jesus God, he thought, moaning, struggling futilely against massive panic. Jesus God, they're coming for me...Jesus God, they're almost here...

He began frantically opening drawers, searching for his gun. It was missing.

"Oh, shit," he muttered.

Meanwhile, outside, he saw Doomingslandian tanks rumbling down the streets, greeted by enormous groups of cheering citizens. Parthian troops soon joined them, and together they all headed directly for the palace, as the few guards who were not off fighting simply fled or surrendered, unable to fight due to a lack of morale and ammo.

Eastmoreland was all alone now. He could sense death coming, lingering just over the horizon.

Jesus God.

RB City

As soon as they saw the Shoobans had done their job, the main Parthian forces moved forward. Arab Irregulars ceased firing and Shoobans threw down their weapons and hopped up and down throwing severed body parts at each other while some chewed on arms. The auto-bomb systems were turned off, and the Shoobans who killed those who tried to surrender were beheaded along with those eating human flesh. The real military forces charged into the Palace, brandishing M-27s and shamshirs. They charged forward, headed by fierce Bakhtiari Regiments recruited from the Bakhtiari of the Zagros mountains, a hardy people with excellent accuracy and fierce determination to serve Parthia. It was these men that moved forward searching the palace divided into platoons. They were much respected by the Parthians and used only after the Arabs and Shoobans made an impact. When the Bakhtiari found a prisoner, they blindfolded them and had them led out in chains. They knew they were closing on Eastmoreland and soon, the Shah's forces would have him.

Meanwhile, in other parts of town, Platoons of soldiers in their M2-A3 Bradleys moved around to houses of those placed on a list by SAVAK agents, over 10,000 families had to be swept today and they were each responsible for 100 of them. This one family their IFVs were parked in front of could be seen watching TV while the black coated troops broke in the windows and door, blindfolding the family while outside, the other soldiers set up Persian style hangings on the lightpost. Four nooses were tied up and the rope thrown over the pole while five men stood by. One by one, they were brought out with their hands tied and blindfolds on their eyes as the nooses were placed over their heads. A SAVAK agent snapped his fingers, and soon, the teams of men pulled hard on the ropes and hoisted them into the air before using a spike to attach the ropes into the ground. The people danced in the air as they suffocated, but soon, sheer weight killed the father while the mother was almost dead. The two children were kicking still as the soldiers packed up and headed on while across the city, more of these hangings and impalings were going on as Parthia tried to purge the Pro-Eastmoreland faction out of existence. In the first day, almost 100,000 bodies were hanging from nooses or stuck upon metal impaling stakes.

The embassy gates opened for the first time in the conflict, and the soldiers of 4th Battalion moved into the open, heading for the palace. Parthian and Doomingslandian forces were closer, but the Malkyeri wanted their chance at revenge as well. Most of what was left of Eastmoreland's troops were swept aside from lack of morale, and ammunition. Almost none put up any fight.

***

Three regiments at the main Base Camp followed suit, getting ready to head to RB City. Malkyer would not let these communist back-stabbers succeed in their plan.

As the Parthian forces entered the building, the rear ramp doors of the IFVs dropped, and out swarmed the marines, like a horde of ants, and poured through the doorways, their M28s ablaze and their gladius' drawn. They poured through the palace, quickly catching up with their Parthian counterparts, and joining in the orgie of blood. However, these men weren't eager to take prisoners. If they found someone unarmed, they would immediatly impale or behead that unfortunate individual.

(OOC: Doom, check TGs please. Thanks!)

OOC:Err, can we put off grabbing Eastmoreland until tommorow? I gotta go for tonight.

OOC:Err, can we put off grabbing Eastmoreland until tommorow? I gotta go for tonight.
OOC: sure

To their astonishment, the Parthian, Doomingslandian, and Malkyerian liberators were greeted by nothing but silence when they stormed the palace. Everyone else had either surrendered earlier, committed suicide, fled, or even defected to the "enemy."

On the top floor, deathly pale and barely conscious, almost about to pass out due to sheer terror, Eastmoreland gripped a chair with trembling fingers to steady himself.

Jesus God, they're coming for me... he thought, and began bawling like a baby.

To their astonishment, the Parthian, Doomingslandian, and Malkyerian liberators were greeted by nothing but silence when they stormed the palace. Everyone else had either surrendered earlier, committed suicide, fled, or even defected to the "enemy."

On the top floor, deathly pale and barely conscious, almost about to pass out due to sheer terror, Eastmoreland gripped a chair with trembling fingers to steady himself.

Jesus God, they're coming for me... he thought, and began bawling like a baby.

The Bakhtiaris looked around the first floor divided into four seprate search groups made up of a platoon each while others searched the rest of the palace. One regiment was on the top floor, searching around until, they came to a locked door leading to the room the general was hiding in and screamed. "This is the Parthian Military We will break down this door if not opened." Meanwhile, A Shooban was being gripped by the arms and legs for use as battering ram.

A group of Marines walked over and looked at the Parthians. They shook their heads in disapproval of actualy bothering to wait, and kicked down the door, rushing in.

A group of Marines walked over and looked at the Parthians. They shook their heads in disapproval of actualy bothering to wait, and kicked down the door, rushing in.

The Bakhtiaris followed in quickly with their shamshirs drawn and looking around for General Eastmoreland. Others carried their M-27s and then, walked around the desk to see the general cowering on the floor. The soldier laughed and then tried to hit him with his rifle butt to knock the general out cold.

A few Malkyeri soldiers stood by as the Parthian troops used a Shooban as a battering ram. One of them cringed. Even though Malkyer didn't consider Shoobans to be...human, per se, it did seem excessively violent. The soldiers were alert, ready to fire at any resistance, but also because they were nervous being so closer to a large group of Parthains, who until about six hours earlier had been bitter enemies...

As the Doomsinglandian Marines broke down the door and rushed into the room, the Malkyeri stayed back. Captain Lewis, their leader, explained to his men, "Listen, Command is gonna want us to tell about anything bad we see. For once, though, I say let 'em have there fun."

At the Transylvania embassy……….

The whole staff have got General Eastmoreland message and a message from Count JWolf. This message was from one person, Sebastian Bolton. He was to head to the palace and end it there. Sebastian Bolton was train in the Mysterious Academy of Dragons, a Martial Arts School in the Transylvania and six years in the Transylvania Army. He had a Remington 1100 in his hand as he hopped into a black hummer. Four other guards armed with M16s hopped in with Sebastian Bolton, one of them manned the fifty on the roof. Each men was wearing black shirt, black pants, and a brown leather duster with Transylvania Army‘s patches. The hummer took off out of the embassy’s gate and head towards the palace.

OOC: What Bolton looks like: He has slanted gray eyes. His silky, curly, silver hair goes down to his shoulders. He is very short and has an overmuscled build. His skin is white. He has bushy eyebrows and large feet.

"Jesus God, let me go!" he screamed, whining.

(OOC: Lol, I liked this part:

Meanwhile, A Shooban was being gripped by the arms and legs for use as battering ram.

:D)

The Parthians placed a hood over his head and tied his arms up before radioing in: "We have the bastard, lets bring him back." Soon, a heavily guarded convoy of M-29s and M2-A3s were rumbling forward to pick up the general and take him back to Parthian Headquarters.

The black hummer drove up the palace’s driveway and to the front door. Parthian, Doomingsland, and Malkyer vehicles ahead of them as the hummer stop at the back of the group of army vechiles. Sebastian got out of the hummer, he looked back at his man and said “You will stay by the hummer.” The men said “Yes, sir.”

Then Sebastian Bolton, with the Remington 1100 in his right hand, headed up the front stairs and into the front door. Hearing sound of yelling on the second floor, he took off up the stair and to location where the noise was coming from.

As he entered the room, he saw Parthian soldiers, Doomsinglandian Marines, and Malkyeri soldiers in the room. “First Lieutenant Sebastian Bolton of the Transylvania Army.” said Sebastian, as he looked at the other soldiers. Then he turn his view at the General on the floor, “Hey Eastmoreland, Count JWolf can’t be here for this but he wants me to give you a message. Go to Hell, idiot.” said Bolton. "And he will be coming."

A Marine colonel, the senior officer in the room, stepped over Eastmoreland, placing his right foot squarly on his chest.

"Brothers! Today we have achieved a great victory! Finally, the people of Roach-Busters are free from this...heretic. Now, from what my superiors have told me, we are to bring Eastmoreland to an awaiting transport at a nearby airfield. However, they said they wanted him alive, not unspoiled." he said, looking down at the terrified general with a cruel smile.

As he said that, several Marines and Bakhtiaris walked forward, sheathing their blades, and each grabbed onto an arm or a leg. There were two or three men on each. The Colonel increased presure on the General's chest, slowly begining to crush his ribcage, but not enough to damage his lungs or heart. Just enough to break his ribs and pin him down. As he did that, the men began to pull on the limbs from opposite directions with all of their might. Slowly the bones began to crack, and Eastmoreland yelled in pain. Within two minutes, his arms and legs had been ripped clean out of their sockets and were hanging on by the skin, and his ribs had been broken.

Needless to say, Eastmoreland was in alot of pain.

"Okay, you can take him now." said the colonel with a wide grin to the Parthian soldiers who had come to take the General. "By the way," he said, turning to the Malkyeris, "Name's Colonel Cassius Servius. You know, in case you want to indict me for war crimes or something." he said, nearly cracking up laughing as he mentioned the words "war crimes."

The Parthian soldiers laughed and then stabbed his feet with a bayinet to ensure he still felt pain. A shriek echoed through the room as the poor man was then dragged out to the waiting convoy and driven away.

Sebastian watched the Parthian soldiers and Doomsinglandian Marines start pulling on the General‘s arms and legs. Walking around them, he stop at the General's head. “Eastmoreland, welcome to Hell.” said Sebastian then he spat in his face.

He pulled his combat knife and drop down to his knees. He ran the blade Eastmoreland’s left cheek and made a X. He did the same to the right cheek. Putting the knife up, he took something of his pocket, “Dipshit, you know hoe to close up a cut?” asked Sebastian as he unscrewed the top of a glass tube off. Pouring the gray looking stuff on the General's left cheek, he took a match out and lit the gun powder. Then did the same with the other side. The General would be in more pain now. Sebastian got up and walk back to watch the others have fun.

"By the way," he said, turning to the Malkyeris, "Name's Colonel Cassius Servius. You know, in case you want to indict me for war crimes or something." he said, nearly cracking up laughing as he mentioned the words "war crimes."

Lewis laughed as he took a cigarette from a pack in his pocket. "Nah, I think we'll let you go, this time," he said with a grin. He let his cigarette. He offered the pack to the Colonel. "Want one?"

As the poor man was taken off the convoy and forced into the main chamber, he was greeted by the familiar face of the Shah on the video screen looking down on the figure in the stretcher. "So, worm, do you still want to call me a Fuhrer? I will give one chance. You have two options, die by strangulation hanging is one, if you repent for your crimes and declare you were wrong, or, scaphism. Do you know what scaphism is, scum?"

Back in the Dominion……….

The Count picked up his cell-phone of his deck and dialed the palace’s number that when to J.L.’s office. As he waited for somebody to answer, he was drawing on a piece of paper with his right hand. It was draw of some back of the hunt in RB with J.L., the Shah, and the other. Piles of Shoobans and other bodies had been drawn behind them.

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The palace in RB………

Sebastian was standing by the phone watching the Parthian soldiers take Eastmoreland away. When it rung, he picked it up and said “Ben‘s mule Barn.”

“Sebastian, is it done?” asked the Count.

“Yes, sir. Parthian soldiers have took him away.” said Sebastian.

“Ok, go back to the embassy.” said the Count then hung up the phone.

Sebastian hung up the palace’s phone and looked at the others in the room. “See you later.” he said then left the room and headed outside to the waiting hummer. Starting it, he heads back to the embassy. After ten minutes of driving, they were back at the embassy.

OOC:Sorry I couldn't join in for so long. So Eastmoreland lost? Ok, I can do with that... :p ;) RB, hope you don't mind if I use 1/4th of your army (which was with me)

BIC:

But everyone had forgotten the Yaforites and one-fourth of the Roach-Busters army....

General Jahamor Ambrares had moved men upon men into poisition, with almost all of his 200,000 soldiers in Roach-Busters itself. He had applied for back-up and had got it, 5 more battalions that were on active duty in the country itself. He now had 700,000 Yaforite soldeirs in Roach-Busters itself. This was the largest expedition that the country had ever sent out to attack countries such as these. No declaration of war had happened, so the war was not officially happeneing, but men were dieing.

With Eastmoreland's capture, the Yaforites (along with 1/4 of the RB military that was with them), moved in. Attacking swiftly and terribly, they surrounded RB city in a wave of anger. The forces of order had returned...

As the poor man was taken off the convoy and forced into the main chamber, he was greeted by the familiar face of the Shah on the video screen looking down on the figure in the stretcher. "So, worm, do you still want to call me a Fuhrer? I will give one chance. You have two options, die by strangulation hanging is one, if you repent for your crimes and declare you were wrong, or, scaphism. Do you know what scaphism is, scum?"

"No...what is it?" Eastmoreland replied, trying to sound tough but failing miserably.

(OOC: Yafor 2, that's fine.)

OOC:Sorry I couldn't join in for so long. So Eastmoreland lost? Ok, I can do with that... :p ;) RB, hope you don't mind if I use 1/4th of your army (which was with me)

BIC:

But everyone had forgotten the Yaforites and one-fourth of the Roach-Busters army....

General Jahamor Ambrares had moved men upon men into poisition, with almost all of his 200,000 soldiers in Roach-Busters itself. He had applied for back-up and had got it, 5 more battalions that were on active duty in the country itself. He now had 700,000 Yaforite soldeirs in Roach-Busters itself. This was the largest expedition that the country had ever sent out to attack countries such as these. No declaration of war had happened, so the war was not officially happeneing, but men were dieing.

With Eastmoreland's capture, the Yaforites (along with 1/4 of the RB military that was with them), moved in. Attacking swiftly and terribly, they surrounded RB city in a wave of anger. The forces of order had returned...

OOC: RB, can you have some generals respond for my offer to bribe them?

Troop movements around RB city could be spotted as the Parthian defensive positions went into full alert. A-10s with the nearby F-78s swarmed the skies as the A-10s tore up men with vulcan cannons and dropped napalm bombs wherever possible. Following them, the Parthian 155mm guns and 203mm guns fired away with airbursting shells, incindiary rounds, and the MLRSs fired their cluster muntions. Parthians holding central skyscrapers could see the flames and explosions outside the city as more and more shells fell on the enemy. One pointed his laser designator at troop concentrations to bring in fire from offshore, the 28 inch guns of the superdreadnoughts opened fire, each one pounding the ground and destroying everything nearby in clouds of dust. Shells from 8 inch destroyer guns landed too, doing lighter damage than the superdreadnoughts but still dangerous. The barrage had been centred on one area, designed for step 2. Step 2 would be simple, 25,000 Arabs would attack the weakened line and hopefully, with enemy forces already stretched around the city, they would weaken their lines to reinforce the position and allow for other attacks in those areas with the regular soldiers. If all went to plan, the Parthians could break through and outflank the enemy.

"No...what is it?" Eastmoreland replied, trying to sound tough but failing miserably.

(OOC: Yafor 2, that's fine.)

The Shah laughed evilly, "Hahaha, your in for it. Its so brutal we havent used it since 1593. But I digress, First, you will be scourged until your back is well cut and then, we will place you facing upwards in a boat after cutting off the back of your pants. This boat will have holes for your head, arms, and legs and then, another boat will be placed on top of it and sealed on. Your protruding limbs will be smeared with honey and you will be force fed a mixture of milk and honey every day. The structure will be left floating next to the shore. Doesn't sound bad yet? Let me get to the good part. What the milk-honey mixture does is cause severe diahorrea which continues to build up in the boat, this will infect your flesh and it will become gangrenous. Insects will be attracted to the honey and eventually, those make their way into the inside and eat your gangrenous flesh. Others lay their eggs and breed within you. After 2 weeks, you will expire from septic shock and dehydration, but I have heard it once lasted 17 days. Are you still so resilent?

OOC: RB, can you have some generals respond for my offer to bribe them?

Troop movements around RB city could be spotted as the Parthian defensive positions went into full alert. A-10s with the nearby F-78s swarmed the skies as the A-10s tore up men with vulcan cannons and dropped napalm bombs wherever possible. Following them, the Parthian 155mm guns and 203mm guns fired away with airbursting shells, incindiary rounds, and the MLRSs fired their cluster muntions. Parthians holding central skyscrapers could see the flames and explosions outside the city as more and more shells fell on the enemy. One pointed his laser designator at troop concentrations to bring in fire from offshore, the 28 inch guns of the superdreadnoughts opened fire, each one pounding the ground and destroying everything nearby in clouds of dust. Shells from 8 inch destroyer guns landed too, doing lighter damage than the superdreadnoughts but still dangerous. The barrage had been centred on one area, designed for step 2. Step 2 would be simple, 25,000 Arabs would attack the weakened line and hopefully, with enemy forces already stretched around the city, they would weaken their lines to reinforce the position and allow for other attacks in those areas with the regular soldiers. If all went to plan, the Parthians could break through and outflank the enemy.

It was a bloody day for the Yaforites.

They fired, advanced, and replied, their own artillary and mortars firing rapidly.

Losses:
12,000 soldiers (approximate)

Artillery crashed on the Arab irregulars moving forward, each one waving his bolt action rifle wildly while they charged forward. 1,500 were killed in the mortar attacks and every so often, as they got closer, another shell would kill more. 2,000 of the 25,000 were dead as they charged one part of the Yaforite lines hit by the artillery.

OOC - Eek. Where is Eastmoreland now.. i'm not so sure. I would like to RP a last ditch attempt to rescue him which may or may not fail. (Curse you Doom) with support from Pacitalia and Praetonia.

OOC - Eek. Where is Eastmoreland now.. i'm not so sure. I would like to RP a last ditch attempt to rescue him which may or may not fail. (Curse you Doom) with support from Pacitalia and Praetonia.

OOC: Parthian HQ in RB city, which is now pretty much under my control. When JL returns, I will have Eastmoreland executed by scaphism.

As the Yaforites foolishly surrounded the city, they exposed themselves to the Marines' MLRS systems. Roughly 120 M270 MLRS launchers had been assembled throughout the area and infantry had situated themselves in windows. Tanks blocked nearly every street. Upon the command of the Marine general, the MLRSs released their deadly payload of twelve fuel air rockets each, all of them targetting the Yaforite positions...

As that happened, twelve B52H bombers, flying at 40,000 feet above the enemies' heads, opened their bomb bay doors, quickly dumping several hundred tons of ordanance on the Yaforite positions, spreading their fire out as to cause greater effect.

Meanwhile, three Legionary Hunter-Killer Teams arrived at the Parthian HQ to make sure any rescue attempts on Eastmoreland could be crushed...

JSFs joined the Doomingsland forces in the air dropping cluster bombs on the Yaforites while A-10s strafed and bombed. The deafening roar of nearly 500 pieces of artillery blasting away was accented by distant explosions of the shells hitting the ground outside the city. Parthian troops in buildings had Javelin Anti-tank weapons ready while the regular Parthian army started to wheel into position. The Parthian M-29A2 'Rostam' MBT were parked near Doomingsland M-29A2 'Arbiter' MBTs, both the same tank in every way but designation and nationality. Parthian soldiers prepared for the attack while the counteroffensive rolled up the pounded section of line.

The Shah laughed evilly, "Hahaha, your in for it. Its so brutal we havent used it since 1593. But I digress, First, you will be scourged until your back is well cut and then, we will place you facing upwards in a boat after cutting off the back of your pants. This boat will have holes for your head, arms, and legs and then, another boat will be placed on top of it and sealed on. Your protruding limbs will be smeared with honey and you will be force fed a mixture of milk and honey every day. The structure will be left floating next to the shore. Doesn't sound bad yet? Let me get to the good part. What the milk-honey mixture does is cause severe diahorrea which continues to build up in the boat, this will infect your flesh and it will become gangrenous. Insects will be attracted to the honey and eventually, those make their way into the inside and eat your gangrenous flesh. Others lay their eggs and breed within you. After 2 weeks, you will expire from septic shock and dehydration, but I have heard it once lasted 17 days. Are you still so resilent?

"Fuck you," Eastmoreland said, sounding about as threatening as an elderly grandmother.

"Fuck you," Eastmoreland said, sounding about as threatening as an elderly grandmother.

"As you wish, I will talk to JL and see if he wants to see you die. Your execution will be soon, so have fun till then."

"As you wish, I will talk to JL and see if he wants to see you die. Your execution will be soon, so have fun till then."

"One day, scum, one day..." Eastmoreland said, shaking a trembling, limp fist.

"One day, scum, one day..." Eastmoreland said, shaking a trembling, limp fist.

"Oh, Is that fear I sense? Hahahahahah YES! FEAR ME, ALMIGHTY SHAH WHO DETERMINES YOUR FATE!!!! MWAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!"

Lewis laughed as he took a cigarette from a pack in his pocket. "Nah, I think we'll let you go, this time," he said with a grin. He let his cigarette. He offered the pack to the Colonel. "Want one?"
The colonel smiled and took his helmet off, gripping it under his shoulder and taking a cig. He took a lite from Lewis,

"Well, now, at least we aren't bitter enemies as one would think." he said with a chuckle.

"Oh, Is that fear I sense? Hahahahahah YES! FEAR ME, ALMIGHTY SHAH WHO DETERMINES YOUR FATE!!!! MWAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!"

"You're worse than a Shooban," Eastmoreland muttered, under his breath.

"You're worse than a Shooban," Eastmoreland muttered, under his breath.

"So the almighty equalizer is anti-Shooban. Do you want to beg so I can give you a quick death?"

"So the almighty equalizer is anti-Shooban. Do you want to beg so I can give you a quick death?"

Eastmoreland stepped forward and lashed out with a haymaker, smashing his fist into the side of the Shah's face.

Eastmoreland stepped forward and lashed out with a haymaker, smashing his fist into the side of the Shah's face.

OOC: This is being done by video phone. Theres a large TV on the cieling the Shah is on and Eastmoreland is strapped to a table looking at it.

OOC: This is being done by video phone. Theres a large TV on the cieling the Shah is on and Eastmoreland is strapped to a table looking at it.

(OOC: N/M)

"Say, Shah, I heard your mom is a Shooban...is it true?" Eastmoreland said.

(OOC: N/M)

"Say, Shah, I heard your mom is a Shooban...is it true?" Eastmoreland said.

"My mother was a Persian and my father was Ardeshir XI of Parthia. I am of a line of kings older than your nation, of a family stretching back to the 1st century. My ancestors were Shapur and Khosru I, kings of Iran and before that of Pars. I will not tolerate a son of a peasant speak to me that way. Your sentince begins in one hour."

"Say, Shah, I heard your mom is a Shooban...is it true?" Eastmoreland said.

OOC: He has a mouth on him don't he.

bump

OOC: RB, should the Shah and JL be taken back to Roach Busters to oberve the execution?

OOC: RB, should the Shah and JL be taken back to Roach Busters to oberve the execution?

(OOC: Yes, please.)

A 747 marked with the Parthian Air Forces symbols touched down at Parthian headquarters airfield in RB city. SAVAK supported soldiers had fairly effectivley culled the Pro-Eastmoreland faction of RB City and 100,000 bodies were hanging from flagpoles and streetlamps. In the center of the city, those soldiers who were captured alive supporting Eastmoreland were impaled and were placed there, with the stakes piercing their body. Heads of others were hanging as morbid decorations from buildings. The 747 pulled to a stop, revealing 50 Immortals and the Shah, rushing down the stairs. JL was on board, and soon, the traitor Eastmoreland would meet his fate.

Meanwhile a jet black Gulfsteam V jet, with the marking of the Black Wolves, was flying towards to RB city. As it neared the city, a called when to the Parthian headquarters airfield in RB city. “Wolf999 to Parthian HQ, this is the Count. Can we land?” asked the Count on the radio.

Meanwhile a jet black Gulfsteam V jet, with the marking of the Black Wolves, was flying towards to RB city. As it neared the city, a called when to the Parthian headquarters airfield in RB city. “Wolf999 to Parthian HQ, this is the Count. Can we land?” asked the Count on the radio.

"Copy, you are cleared to land."

(OOC: J.L. doesn't know about the scaphism yet.)

Turning to the Shah, the Generalissimo asked, with a sadistic smile on his face, "So, got any ideas for how we should mete out punishment to this mother fucker?"

The Imperial Yaforite army surged forward. Only 200 more feet...only 200....

But they would be 200 feet of death, blood, and flames. As artiallry fired back and forth, the Yaforite Maerkan VIs (type of Bradley assault vehicle) crashed into the PArthian line with a resounding sound of metal.

General Jahamor Ambrares looked at the blood. He needed help son or...Planes! YAforite bombers and fighters! F/A-18 Hornets and F-16s entering the area, dropping, wheelng and attacking.

Losses:
11,000 men

As the Yaforite fighters entered the area, they were greeted by 300 F78 Demons, which unleashed eight AMRAAMs each before closing and unloading nine sidewinders and engaging with cannons.

Meanwhile, as the Yaforites foolishly charged forward across an open field, they were met by the deadly accurate fire of 5,000 marines. They sat in the windows of the buildings, peppering the lines with fire from their 6.5mm SAWs and extremely accurate shots from their rifles. Suddenly, from the streets lashed out fifty M29A2 Arbiter MBTs, which immediatly opened fire with their roof-mounted 25mm DREAD guns, which would fire at a rate of 10,000 rounds per minute, with each round exiting just 1/32 of an inch from the last, making for a near solid wall of lead. In addition to this, their mini-turreted 12.7mm machineguns opened up along with their three DREAD CIWS guns, making for an insane amount of lead pouring from each tank into the mass of infantry. At the same time, they were targetting the enemy armored units with their 120mm ETMAS cannons.

With all of this firepower combined, the heavily exposed enemy wouldn't stand a chance...

"Copy, you are cleared to land."

The jet black Gulfsteam V jet landed on the runway and parked where the man said to. Then the door open and down came the Count. He was wear his normal stuff. Black shirt, black pant, black leather duster (that hide a lot hidden weapons), a black cowboy hat, black boots and the band with the Black Wolves symbol. Stopping by a Parthian soldier and ordered “Lead me to the Shah and the Generalissimo.”

A lone V-68 VIP VTOL transport approached Persepolis International Airport. The Emperor himself was too busy with other bloody matters, so he sent the next closest thing to himself: his son.

"This is Doom One, requesting clearence to land, over." radioed the pilot to the control tower.

The Imperial Yaforite army surged forward. Only 200 more feet...only 200....

But they would be 200 feet of death, blood, and flames. As artiallry fired back and forth, the Yaforite Maerkan VIs (type of Bradley assault vehicle) crashed into the PArthian line with a resounding sound of metal.

General Jahamor Ambrares looked at the blood. He needed help son or...Planes! YAforite bombers and fighters! F/A-18 Hornets and F-16s entering the area, dropping, wheelng and attacking.

Losses:
11,000 men

As they charged, a mob of Shoobans in warpaint and tribal clothing ran forward with spears in hand and autodetonators attached. "Ayeeeeeeee!!!" They screamed in a chorus of over 15,000 voices. If they were shot, they detonated in a flash of fire and shrapnel, and they charged in on the Yaforite forces from the front and from the buildings they passed. Arab irregular infantry with their bolt action rifles and bayonets continued to fire while the real body of the Parthian army prepared to set up.

Parthian Headquarters RB City (OOC: Thats where I think you want to go Doom)

The control tower responded, "Roger, you are cleared to land."

Meanwhile, the soldier spoke to the count, "Yes sir, and led him to the building where Eastmoreland was held. 100 Immortals sat on the walls as JL and the Shah looked on at the pathetic figure chained by the wrists to the cieling. The Shah spoke, "Hello count, you are just on time to hear the method I will use to kill this bastard. Anyway, the method is scaphism, the first step will be to flog Eastmoreland until he has deep cuts in the back. We will then have the back of his pants cut off and tie him down to a small rowboat with holes in the sides, stern, and prow for his head, legs and feet. Another boat with holes in the bottom will be sealed onto this one boat the general is in, then the boat will be put on a lake and tied to the shore. He will have the protruding limbs smeared with honey and will be forcefed honey and milk. What will happen is the honey and milk will cause diahorrea which builds up in the boat and then infects the cuts and makes them gangrenous. Insects, mostly stinging ones, will be attracted to the outside limbs smeared in honey while those and others go in the boat and feast on his flesh. Others lay eggs in him. After about two weeks, sometimes up to 17 days, the man will expire from dehydration and septic shock.

Meanwhile, the soldier spoke to the Count, "Yes sir", and led him to the building where Eastmoreland was held. 100 Immortals sat on the walls as JL and the Shah looked on at the pathetic figure chained by the wrists to the cieling. The Shah spoke, "Hello Count, you are just on time to hear the method I will use to kill this bastard. Anyway, the method is scaphism, the first step will be to flog Eastmoreland until he has deep cuts in the back. We will then have the back of his pants cut off and tie him down to a small rowboat with holes in the sides, stern, and prow for his head, legs and feet. Another boat with holes in the bottom will be sealed onto this one boat the general is in, then the boat will be put on a lake and tied to the shore. He will have the protruding limbs smeared with honey and will be forcefed honey and milk. What will happen is the honey and milk will cause diahorrea which builds up in the boat and then infects the cuts and makes them gangrenous. Insects, mostly stinging ones, will be attracted to the outside limbs smeared in honey while those and others go in the boat and feast on his flesh. Others lay eggs in him. After about two weeks, sometimes up to 17 days, the man will expire from dehydration and septic shock.

Looking at Eastmoreland, he said "Good idea, Shah but I have another one." With a evil grin, he continued "Turn that sorry ass into a ghoul." Looking back at J.L. and the Shah, he asked "You do know what a ghoul is?" Before any of them could say anything, he told them "A ghoul will make a Shooban look good. I would drain the dumb ass half way and only let him feed on dogs and rats. And at my command, he will eat anything or do anything."

Turning to look back at Eastmoreland, he said "Welcome to slavery."

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"JL, would you like to flog him?"

"Yeah, J.L. turn him into a slave or kill him?" asked the Count. "Shah, if use Eastmoreland as a punching bag, will your men shot me."