NationStates Jolt Archive

Emperor Adrian looked over his desk, to his right sat a picture of his family that was killed during The Great Strife and to his left his parents, his inspiration to achieve all he had achieved so far. He looked, reports had come in about how dangerous it was to challenge the big dogs such as Automagfreek, and his people however cheered his bravery and courage.

Very few times has Automagfreek ever been challenged, and it was time to add another. But no, not just Automagfreek would feel the wrath of a pen, but also the other big and dark warlords of the world, even those that kept the world stable enough that an apocalypse had yet to occur.

The world had come to a disastrous state, and it was up to Adrian, in his mind to fix it. He quickly captured his pen, and fetched a piece of paper and began to write the most dangerous thing ever, a challenge to the world super powers.

He thought for hours of what to say, writing at the time a great piece of work only to rip it to shreds. He needed the perfect words, and at 1:00 AM he found those words. He wrote for many hours, making sure every word fit and sounded right and finally the final draft had been readied.

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Message to the World Powers,

For too long the world has been ravaged by a storm of war and for too long all of you have allowed it to happen and because of this monsters such as Automagfreek were given birth to. Many fear his wrath, but honestly who can fear such a thing as Damien? He is nothing but a pathetic coward who kills people to make himself feel better about himself, and all of you cower and are too afraid to say a dam thing. Well that changes today.

I am calling not just Automagfreek out no; I am calling the whole world out. You are all worthless in my eyes, for those that preach good and peace you allow Automagfreek to dominate! How can some of you invade nations who kill someone because they don't like eggnog, but when Automagfreek slaughters a helpless nation none of you do nothing but cower and some even have the nerve to flock to his herd and help!

But again enough about Lord Fatty cakes; let's talk about some other "villains" yes? Just today I have received dozens of reports of Genocide, and Mindless slaughters and all that fun stuff. On some of those lists are Roach-Busters, Parthia, and many others. They kill a creature called a shooban but does anyone care? No! They'll go and find some nation that's smaller and weaker to invade. I am calling the whole world out, and no for you trigger happy idiots, this is not a declaration of war, but let it be known we fear no one! Let Automagfreek come and try to take our land, let him try to rape our women, let him try to hang our children, but by God I swear, he will not succeed nor any other nation who gets pissed off because I insulted them.

So in other words, Bring it

OOC: This is completley IC, none of this is OOC feelings.

OOC: You are crazy dude... :eek:

ooc:to put it better, "suicidal" :P

OOC: <TAG> for watching, at least. What tech level are you? Do you accept magic?

OOC:No I am strictly modern, sorry

What no one is offended? Then I have failed :(

OOC: My leader is quite offended, and I am willing to play as modern tech. I don't have time to write up a proper response now, but I will do so when I can.

OOC:Alright post when you can.

The offical rsponce of Emporer William of Aust
Ha, if you truely think that we care for your opinion then you are mistaken, I have no doubt that other nations will destroy you in due time, but I myself do not care, you could not defeat Aust, nor will you attempt to if you value your peoples lives.

*Bump*interested*

Declaration to the Empire of Bajira:
To Whom it May Concern,

The Empire of Malkyer has seen your statement to the world, and we must agree with you. For too long, wicked men have oppressed and murdered innocents by the thousands. These crimes must be punished. Should this conflict of opinion become a conflict of arms, know that you will have Malkyer's full support from the first hour until the last. Come what may, a day of reckoning or a day of sorrow, our blade is beside yours. May the honorable and just nations of the world band together to push back the darkness that threatens every man, woman, and child.

Emperor Dayan I

Message to the Emperor of Aust,
Coming from you that is quite sad and to think you could have been the people to help change some things but you’re obviously scared. So go back to whatever shit hole you came from and please for the love of God, stay there, "Ha, if you truly think that we care for your opinion then you are mistaken"
Good day,
Emperor Adrian The I

TAG OOC: Nice

OOC: Nice job. You're trying to piss other pople off icly. If I have enough effort, I'll pretend I'm pissed.

Message to the Emperor of Aust,
Coming from you that is quite sad and to think you could have been the people to help change some things but you’re obviously scared. So go back to whatever shit hole you came from and please for the love of God, stay there, "Ha, if you truly think that we care for your opinion then you are mistaken"
Good day,
Emperor Adrian The I
Sure, despite the fact I have been up against AMF several times to support my allies and I have moved troops to Dumpsterdam to protect that nation from AMF and also had troops ready to invade on several occasions makes me scared?

Revise your history and then go back to your own 'Shithole'

Emporer William of Aust
Lord of the air

OOC: If this is a double post, then I'm sorry. I just didn't want to miss anything when I'm editing.

IC:

A great stride fell upon his shoulders, as his pride and powerful thoughts obscured, emotions unwraveled and the skin deep calmness showed a dripping string of anger, as Arborgard the Twelfth saw that broadcasted message from the fools that have challenged all the proper rulers of this pitiful world. Drawing up the length of his anger, he responded personally to this engrossing message.

<Bajria, you are an insolence, a rebel, one who has no thoughts nor competence for their will and the wills of others. If you seek to anger and shake the foundations of a dictator, of one who can control all vastness within the power, then you have shaken my calmness, and I shall shake you with thrice force.

As your incompetent mind reads and attempts to fragment the purpose and meaning of this message, I will building a legion to show you the working foundations of such one at war. We shall she how well you will battle, and we will see who shall prove victorious in the bitter end. Prepare yourself, insurgent.>

+tag+

Message to the "offensive" rulers of Aust,

Ah so I applaud you for being one of the few twenty or so that come to mind that stood against him but are you scared to do so again, stand against him and bring about his downfall? Now, I believe we (Bajria) have been isolated from the world due to the Great Strife, so therefore the world news of the past has not reached us for quite a while. So maybe you should "review" your history?

But forget the child bickering, that's only fun with Lord Fatty Cakes himself.
Emperor Adrian the I
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Message to the Nation with a Massive Ego, Jenrak,

Honestly do what you will, invade us if you dare. We have been prepared for war for twenty years, ever since the first shots were fired, that started the Great Strife. We have become veterans of emotions that you cannot even dare to dream off. So silence yourself, I have no time for someone who can't even fit his head through a door.
With Tremendous Love,
Emperor Adrian the I
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Indeed? So to say that our heads are too large to fit through a door? If our perchance is to have such large heads, than it would be much better than to have large heads than none at all, would it? For if we had large heads, than you have a lack of such, and therefore could not even comprehend what you know and what you can and cannot do.

Another issue you blatantly attempted to carve into my thoughts is that you are veterans of war, yes? Then, you are assuming that we are not? That we are simply ones who think that we know but cannot do? You are wrong, dear Emperor. There are many things of war out there besides you, many fighters that have seen much strife and pain. I would also note that also, if you had been isolated, then how could you prepare? We have fought and battled and bled against enemies, more than you might possibly know.

Think next time before you state your lack of etiquette, dear Emperor.

Message to Jenrak,
Watch your mouth fool, you can easily inspire the wrath of one such as myself, and I my self one brought the great civil war (The Great Strife) to an end. You ask how we can be veterans. Simple, we fought a twenty-year war. Name one conflict in which you have actually won, or fought for that long and then maybe we could consider yourself our equals.

And to answer your last pathetic attempt at insulting me, well the ability to think is not a privilege you share, so therefore maybe next time you should think...never mind you can't.
Emperor Adrian the I

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Your insults hurt me very much, dear emperor, and I must be very idiotic indeed, since if you've deduced to an obviously meaningless fact, that I have no minds, no thought to produce, then perhaps I am not capable of reading this message. Could I query then, to why you implied this message upon me? Why did you send a pointless message to one so, in your eyes, so bleak and blatant? Would that just cost you, to send a point that would not be comprehended?

Also, to further attempt to insult me, you have claimed that I myself have never faced a civil war, a war that never placed my country in danger. You have boasted that you suffered a war for 20 years, and finally you announced your unification. I, however, have been flaying a war that is over thosands of years old, past the beginning of Jenrak, and unto its creation, until my reign. Have you ever fought in a war that could never end? A strife and uprising that would not quell? No, from what you suggest, you have not; you can only fight a war where you think you can win, coward.

Message to Jenrak,
Oh stop crying like the baby you are, and you may say whatever you feel like that will make you feel better, m'kay? Now if you have nothing else to say of any value, which you have yet to have shared, then please by all means share it.
Emperor Adrian the I

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"What is it? 'Lets commit suicide by Gholgoth' week?" Oran muttered at the message as he balled it up and threw it aside.

I accept your challenge. You have 24 hours to rethink your actions and unconditionally surrender before your people begin to die.

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Riok Oran
Chief Advisor to the Overlord
Foriegn Minister

Message to the Idiotic Power of Crimmond,
We have exactly two words, bring it.
Emperor Adrian the I

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Stop crying, it seems? If we are crying, then you have already flooded your nation with your tears, 'emperor'.

And you are right; I have nothing to say. Instead, I will pound my message into your insignificant face.

OOC:Jenrak are you modern of FT?

No response was sent. But any good satalite photos would show that Crimmond was allready fully mobilized for a large scale war. Any good intelligence would show that to be a brewing war with Crowngaurd(OOC: See links in my sig).

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General Marco rubbed his forehead. "Oran, we don't know how many soldiers will be trying to land on Imperial soil. How can you expect me to weaken our defenses to take out a flea that pisses you off?"

"Then send the Shadow Packs." was the armored man's response, as he turned to the window. "Lets see how he likes having his navy blown out of the water."

The Shadow Packs. One of the largest submarine fleets in the world. Supremacy Class Submarines. Big, heavily armed and armored, quiet and over 1200 prowling the oceans of Earth.

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Riok Oran
Chief Advisor to the Overlord
Foriegn Minister

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General Benjamin Marco
Minister of Defense

OOC: Yep. :D

ooc: Jenrak that didn't answer my question are you FT or MT?

IC: A mass mobilization was soon ordered, and soon throughout the island nation, the once calm and quiet place became a loud and vibrant state. The Fleets were ordered to cease operations and return to ports. There they would be protected from various different assaults. Meanwhile the Dracun Elite, prepared for a possible invasion by fortifying the cities, and preparing to engage in guerilla style warfare.

The three Supreme Commanders met with the Emperor and the Emperor simply said, "Let them come, let them come and feel our wrath!"

The one mile out in the waters would be laid with mines, to prevent submarine warfare, dozens of Anti-Sub Helicopters would be constantly patrolling the sky, while fighters took to the sky watching for enemy transports.

Satellite photos came in, to reveal a mobilization already in place, this however did not fear the people, if Adrian had gotten them out of the Great Strife, he would surely get them out of this... wouldn't he?

OOC: Crimmond can I get your AIM or MSN so we can plan this a little?

OOC: Sorry, didn't see the FT part. I'm a modern tech.

OOC: Crimmond can I get your AIM or MSN so we can plan this a little?
OOC: MSN is alpha_zero_usm@yahoo.com

Normally wouldn't give it out here... but hey, NS is down.

OOC: Hey, Can I add you on?

Official Imperial Response

Just for insulting Parthia and Roach-Busters, we're gonna kill you. Have a nice day.

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Within a few minutes of the message being sent, the mobilization commenced. Hundreds of thousands of battle hardened soldiers, marines, airmen, sailors, and legionaries prepared for war, manning their aircraft, howitzers, tanks, mounting their IFVs and APCs. For them, this was simply another puny nation that had shot its mouth off a little too much, and would soon pay the price.

This would be one of the largest amphibious operations ever staged by the Imperial Military, involving hundreds of ships and hundreds of thousands of troops. The High Command was confident they would crush their foe within a few weeks of their landing.

[OOC: Sure. BTW, Crimmond is Post-Modern. Meaning we still used bullets and missiles and the like, but there are dropships used for fast strikes and I have an orbiting fleet. But they don't like teh land based soldiers and let them fight their own wars.]

The fleet silent made it's way across the oceans, after the ultra low frequency coded transmission was sent out. The message was coded and for added security used an ancient language only taught to a few code officers, the captains of submarines and the leadership of Crimmond. It was an order to nearly 300 submarines to sit off the coast of Bajira with full athority to sink any warship or supply ship that crossed it's path.

Message to Doomigsland,
Go ahead do as you please, you may try you may succeed but as God as my witness we shall not fall as easily as you seem to think. We shall stand tall and fight to the last men; you may win but in the long run you will loose
Emperor Adrian the I

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ooc: Yikes! Too major world powers invading lol, Doom is there any form of contact so that I can plan this with you?

Open Telegram to all involved:
Hah! It does my heart good to see this. How quickly do they scurry to silence criticism of themselves and their allies! First Crimmond, and now Doomingsland. Are these nations so insecure that they must resort to war to maintain their illusions of power? The answer, I think, is yes.

I reiterate Malkyer's stance in firm support of Bajria. We will stand together against all threats, and we will not falter in our commitment to justice and honor. To Crimmond and Doomingsland, I say: stay your hands. Any hostilities against Bajria by either party will be considered an attack on Malkyer.

Know that we are not frightened by your words, for your actions are unimpressive.

Emperor Dayan I

OOC: Crim or Doom, feel free to contact me on AIM if you want to work something out; Baj you already have my screenname.

If a nation challenged not only you, but your closest ally to war, then proceeded to insult your allies repeatedly, would you do different?

We still await surreneder.

-Riok Oran

"Where is Saerus?" Arborgard asked himself, as the spinning rotors of the helicopters whirred of in the distance, standing placantly upon the rims of the aircraft carriers, the battle ships dipped a bit below the surface of the sea, hiding their quiet lurking presence, as submarines doppled beneath the black waves of the Golden Sea, sunset arising into bloom as the star dipped below the horizon.

Finally, standing atop the crown of Armon'Yin, he finally saw the Sage robed fighter, the sword dangling carelessly from the edge of the cloak, as the long billowing robes revealed a long slender rifle and a thick heavy rocket latched onto his back. Saerus was a tall, powerfully built man, a former assassin before he became politically powerful. He was now a general, however, and as his role in the legions of the army, he was sent to show Arborgard's words through power, not longer through sound.

Standing atop the ramp as the tanks trudged into the amphibious assaulters, the machine guns flaring up silently, with smoke rising from behind, Saerus was bowed low by many soldiers, as they respectfully bent their hips to greet the Sage Patriarch, his command ship the Fanatic shining gleamlessly in the orange sunlight, and he jumped off the ramp and landed onto the metal crate.

Nahk was still visiting Transylvania, and Ashili was on her honeymoon; with Serrin left home to watch over the political intrigues, only Saerus could be left behind to fight once again for the will of the Sadist. Climbing aboard his ship, he slided into the command center, and motioned the burgeoning capital ship to begin the preparation of the fleet, subs impatiently dwelling underneath.

"I want that nation destroyed, understand?" Arborgard mouthed at him through the window, and Saerus acknowledge with a quick nod of his head.

"I shall, Arborgard." Replied the Patriarch, as the soldiers prepped up the massive back engines and prepared the onboarding. "Do you remember the strategy?"

"Yes, Lord." Buttons flashed around them.

"Good, once we're at the split area we begin."

"Sir, won't they notice?"

"Not if the place is already guarded, then we must take it out by."

"Yes, sir."

"Good. Now how long will it take this fleet to begin the movement?"

"A few hours, perhaps."

"Alright. Then we will prepare for that time. Inform me when we are ready." He looked at his window again, but Arborgard no longer stood there, a fleeting shadow only remained.

To the Idiotic, Egotiscal, and Overconfident nation of Crimmond,

*Wipes ass with toilet paper* Surrender this, did I not say to bring it? I would try for a diplomatic solution but you are far too "special" for that.
Good Day,
Emperor Adrian the I

If a nation challenged not only you, but your closest ally to war, then proceeded to insult your allies repeatedly, would you do different?

We still await surreneder.

-Riok Oran

I do not agree with Adrian's methods. Merely his message.
-Dayan I

Oran slammed his gauntleted fist onto the table, cracking it and getting wide eyed looks from all the aides and Marines about him.

To: All invading nations.

I want that Emperor's head displayed on a pike, in front of his own home. Let no one stop you from eliminating these dogs from the planet. In the words of the First Emperor, Saratov I... 'To have mercy on your enemy is to allways have an enemy. Let not one escape alive.'

OOC: Would that be my emperor or Bajria's?

The Iron Concordiat is very offended and affronted by this boorish and arrogant message. In fact, we are are so taken aback by your outrageous claims against our allies that we feel it is neccesary to deal with you as a threat.

The Concordat has now declared war upon your nation as a preemptive strike. We will join with our brothers in Doomingsland to wipe you from the face of the earth.

OOC: Would that be my emperor or Bajria's?
OOC: Bajria.

Message to all invading Nations
As I have said many times you can try, you might succeed but in the long run, you will lose. All of you come to invade me why, because I hurt your big manly egos? Well let me see your "manly armies" try against the art of war like one has never seen before. You will now see pure terror, and that is something you have yet to witness. You think Automagfreek can be brutal? You haven't seen anything yet.
With a spoon full of love,
Emperor Adrian the I

If it should lose in the long run, as you percieve, then you will not be alive to see it. We shall place your head in front of your home as Crimmon suggested, and your flayed body shall hang within your capital's center.

The cities had begun to become fortified fortresses. The People were ordered to stay in their homes, and that no harm should come to them, but with such trigger happy morons things weren't ever assured. Adrian now stood in his office, in front of a camera transmitting this all over Bajria. If there was ever a time for one of his great speeches it was now time for that. He looked before the camera, his voice full of clam and peace,

"My people no, my friends today will bring great destruction on our only recently peaceful land but within this destruction shall bring triumph. We will fight; we will die not for our countries, but our friends, our families, and our children's future. Let our nation's name become a household name for the brutality in which we will fight to protect our families and friends. They will now feel what it is like to suffer, to feel pain, and to die!

We will not lye down like a dead dog, but instead if anything a dying pit-bull; fighting to last minute praying that victory shall come at last. But no, we will not pray but we know that victory shall be ours!

My People the hour they declared war on us, they made the biggest mistake of their lives." The transmission cut, and the Bajrian Dragon filled every television screen.

People went into the streets, and chanted many things; they even shot guns into the air.


Imperial Palace in Bastion
Adrian looked to his three supreme commanders, "Ty, I want every single prisoner we have available executed and their heads to be spears or pikes throughout the coast. Let that be their first sight upon arriving."

"Yes, my emperor." Ty said with a reverent bow.

"Is our strategy prepared?" Adrian asked looking to every one of the commanders.

Commander Carter answered, "Yes they are about to enter their most brutal war yet."

"Perfect, dismissed." And they left Adrian to his thoughts.

Message to Jenrak,
I don't need to be alive to have the joy of watching you fall. God is on our side, and we shall prevail.
Emperor Adrian the I

Message to Doomigsland,
Go ahead do as you please, you may try you may succeed but as God as my witness we shall not fall as easily as you seem to think. We shall stand tall and fight to the last men; you may win but in the long run you will loose
Emperor Adrian the I

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ooc: Yikes! Too major world powers invading lol, Doom is there any form of contact so that I can plan this with you?
OOC:Oh, now I'm a major world power!!! Yeah, my MSN is jagnese@sbcglobal.net

The following is completely IC

IC:

Official Imperial Response

We certainly hope you will fight to the last 'men' as it will make our job far easier. The second part of your message was a bit vague, however. You seem to believe that we will 'loose'. I believe what you were trying to say is that we will 'lose'. However, with nations so stupid as your's, one can never be sure...

Communique to Crimmond

We will do far better then mount their emperor's head on a pike in front of his home. We intend to do the same to every living thing in that shithole.

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1st Imperial Invasion Armada, five days to target

Admiral Marius Servius sat upon the bridge of the DLS Defiler, a trimaran super-carrier, watching the fighters shoot off of the deck of his mighty ship. Hundreds of ships were ammased before him, fully under his command. Also assembled before him were his ground commanders, Generals Augustus and Lucius. Lucius, the Legionary commander, was clad in heavy black plate armor, tucking his helm under his arm, while Augustus, the Marine commander, wore lighter kevlar armor, molded to resemble the armor worn by Roman generals.

"Alright, so the men are prepared?" asked Servius to the two men.

"Sir, they're always ready." replied Augustus in a grim tone.

"Do you take any of their threats seriously?"

Lucius responded this time. "It's difficult to tell, but I'd say no. At first they were claiming they would achieve total victory, now they're claiming they will lose but will cripple our forces. My best guess: he's full of shit, sir." he said in the usual cynical tone Legionaries usualy carried.

"Good. Alright, brief your men. God be with you. Strength and Honor."

Emperor Adrian had since ordered all notes from any of the nations invading to be used a toilet paper.

He stood in his office, staring at his cased armor, which held the infamous saber of Bajria. He moved slowly towards it, hand outstretched. He reached it and pressed the digits for the opening, and a little whoosh was heard. He grabbed the armor, and for the first time in seven years placed it on him, it's cold touch feeling good on his body.

It had been decided that when Jenrak invaded, He would lead the charge there while Supreme Commander Ty led the charge against Doomingsland. Intelligence reported that Crimmond would probably wage a naval war, as it was close to entering a major conflict, so no land invasion would occur from there. Now they could only pray that Malkyer would help them even in a time like this, sure he was still cocky and confident, but that didn't count for as much as it used to in the battlefield.

Now he turned to his balcony and looked upon its window and smiled, "I am Adrian the I Let all tremble before me!"

IC:
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"Another bastard fighting with 'God' on his side," Edgar smirked as he spoke to a few senior aides in the War Room, "Honestly, this idiot of there's, God, can't he ally himself with people better than these..." he paused, searching for a right word, "these cows?"

The aides around him grinned, but he continued, his eyes drifting off, "tsk, tsk, another nation wiped off the face of the earth. What did you say its name was?"

"Bajria, Lord Edgar."

"Ah, I see. Compile a report about the situation, and store it in Lord Krekar's archives. I don't see why we should bother our Lord with these... fleas. Wait, what was their name again?"

"Bajria, Lord."

"Ah, yes. Oh well, it shall be a jolly good show. We are tired of beef. Perhaps a few tonnes of popcorn are in order?"

The aides chuckled.

"Yes, yes. I want some popcorn delivered to the Ministry. I'm off to meet the Lord, then I'll head to my office. I shall see you there."

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Minstry of Defense
"M'lord, Crimmondian, Doomingslandian, and Jenrakian forces have begun move against Bajria. Your orders?"

Dayan sighed. He knew it would come to this. He did not want Malkyer to fight any of the attacking nations, but he had promised aid to Bajria. He did particularly like Adrian, but there was no denying the truth in what the man said. It was long past time that the good and just nations of the world stood up against the tides of evil. He looked to his Joint Chiefs and various Ministers, and asked, "What do we know?"

"I expect Doomingsland and Jenrak to engage in a conventional invasion, and wage total war from there. However, Bajrian intelligence, along with our own, suggests that Crimmond will wage mostly a naval war. They have commitments elsewhere," replied Riley Jacobs, Director of the RIA.

"Right. I want as many soldiers as possible sent to Bajria, to shore up their defenses."

"But Sire, is that wise? Even if we sent our entire army to Bajria, the CDJ coalition could still vastly outnumber us. Or they could strike at Malkyer while we are defenseless."

"I know the risks. But we must take them. Send three Army Groups to Bajria. Move infantry divisions first by air, so that we can bolster the Bajrian forces. Move in the armor, artillery, munitions, et cetera, by ship. I want six Air Wings deployed to Bajria ASAP. Oh, and Davis?" he turned and asked the Foreign Minister.

"Yes, M'lord?"

"Send a communique to the Ottoman Khaif. They may be able to help us."

ROTTERDAM

At around 8 o'clock something unusual began to happen. A rumbling, low pitched grating noise filled the dusk and almost imperceptibly the massive sea-barriers that held the raging North Atlantic back from the low-lying port of Rotterdam slowly began to swing open. Normally the various bridges located along its length could accomodate any measure of sea-commerce, but this was different.

In the control room of the barrier system nervous techs and maintinence engineers strained their eyes staring out into the coming darkness hoping to catch a glimpse of a rare sight, the entire North Atlantic Squadron putting to sea.

They stared in vain though, the fleet passed 3 miles to their south and immediatly turned onto a heading for Bajria.

CONCORDIAT COMMAND AND CONTROL

The hush of the War Room was broken only by the humming of the projector as it dutifully displayed the progress of the various naval, air, and gorund assests of the Concordiat. Shielded from view behind a mirror of one-way glass the Coordinator sat around a long rectangular table. Arrayed around him were the commanders of the Branches of the Armed Forces and his aides.

Coordinator Achilles Brown looked down at his tablet detailing the situation briefly and then spoke
"It seems as we have a cut and dried situation here. Preemptive strikes are well within precedent. This is a threat that we must deal with, Bajria will not last a month"

He turned the the senior admiral present, "how goes it?"

"The North Atlantic squadron has just put to sea, look at the map display sir," he pointed to mass of red dots representing a full quadruple carrier group, "they should be arriving within the week."

The Coordinator quickly replied," And what about coordination with the other invading powers?"

The admiral looked down sheepishly, "Well, uh, we were so busy, uh....."

"Dammit man," Achilles slammed the desk with fury, " cooperation is the first key to victory, if you want to keep this fucking cushy job of yours get your ass of that chair and do something. This meeting is over, inform me when the fleet is closer."

With his aides in the tow the Coordinator swept out of the room, leaving a stunned silence behind him.

Within minutes, driven by the rage of an admiral who wished to keep his job and the perks that came with it, the communications techs had drawn up a message and sent it off.

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Communique to all invading nations: Crimmond, Doomingsland, Jenrak

We have mobilized assets to deal with this arrogant Bajria. The North Atlantic Squadron is currently en-route and we wish to coordinate our efforts with you. Let us wipe this scum from the face of the earth.

OOC: my aim name is strato22, and e-mail is strato22@aol.com

Aboard the Fanatic, two hours from reaching Bajria territory...

"How far is it off from the country?" The clad Saerus spoke through his armor, as his elite taskforce awaiting nearby, as they chattered promosioucsly amongst the communications, jargoning the nearby communicators.

"Very close sir, we're at the split point." The captain aboard the ship replied, as the team began to prepare themselves. Saerus smiled, but armor covered his face as well, so it was nearly impossible to see through the black tinted covers, so his face was a blank emotion, as stirringly vague as this mission itself. Arborgard had given him orders to eliminate all resistance that stopped him from invading and taking the nation, but there were no specific instructions. Saerus had to imply his own strategy.

"Get ready, captain." Saerus ordered, when the rippling waves showed dropping amphibious transports, and the machine guns whirring silently. "I want the squad weapons ready. Are they?"

"The War Bikes? Yes, they're ready, Lord." The captain fondedly amused. The War bikes were hidden amongst the secret compartment inside the dark blue transports, long elegated bikes without brakes or proper safety guards. However, they were heavily armored for such light vehicles, and they were armed with magnetic javelins, to stab recklessly heavy tanks and anti aircraft slots, for defense against raiding ships. With these, it was sure that they would break the blockade, but how many would get through was an impotent mystery.

Saerus' bike was large and longer than the rest, with less armor and greater systems, affording more speed and control, but there were air slots, so he was defenseless against the skies. What went on in his calculating mind was not known,. but it was no doubt as crazy to thought as ever. The team totalled a small 250 war bikes, as the majority were destroyed in the defense of Chisliag in Zoogiedom, when they fought the Generic Empire times ago.

"Squad, prepare onslaught. We move towards the rendezvous point immediately." Saerus ordered, dropping into the transports, the three transports gliding over around the fleet and off into another direction, far beyond the ranges of the fleet's protection, past the main attack force.

Turning on his communications, he spoke clearly with a passion on the communications before the move. "All soldiers, of all castes, here we are, yet again on foreign, in foreign issues, at the whim of our king. Know that you have thought and influence on this, as this giant game of chess, is never one without such pawns, and you are the decisive pawns to crush the enemy's pieces. Blind we may seem, ignorant we may act, but they underestimate our prowess, our powers."

"Know that any who do not wish to partake in this may go home, but it would be rather that you die for your country, rather than die by it. You have no choice now, nothing to deflect our wills, and the wills of the Rites. You have taken your oaths, and for all ones who think of betraying the oath and rites of our gods, you shall be a slave to your heresy forever. Together we stand, and as one we work. Now, we shall bring swift death to this egotistic king." He finished, as he moved away, his speech becoming more unheard, but still felt echoing through the hollow recesses of the mind.

As the transports moved off, to their rendezvous points, the fleet lumbered closer, as a giant slab of metal stuck on the horizon, where they reached the territories of the foolish Bajrian empire. Lengthly among the coastline, severed heads on pikes glared at them from afar, as they tried to warn them of entering the realmish lands. It had no effect, for things worst have been seen in Jenrak, and such corpsley action is everyday occurence amongst the soldiers.

"Let us show them how we deal with ones who undermine the strength of Arborgard." The captain whispered to his soldiers, the teams running about, ready to engage. "Begin the invasion." He murmured.

Cannons stood up amongst the battalions, as the battleships loomed higher and higher along their ports, and the beaches were unnaturally quiet, but it was obvious soemthing was there. To make sure it was safe, the cannons felt the loading of shells within their hard carapaces, and they aimed carefully. Arborgard's fist will go down swift. The shells were loaded with a deadly acidic poison, another of such unique to the entitled Chemical Lords.

Capital building
Transnapa City
Transnapastain

Executer Viki Hessian was putting the finishing touches on the letter, she handed it to Director-General Davis of the Office of Internal Security. “How does that sound?”

Opening the letter, he began to read,

It Read:

“ Bravo, Emperor Adrian, We, the people of Transnapastain, commend you in your resolve to see the “evil-doers” of the world stopped, and to see the world at peace, free of tyranny and strife. We, moral, support you and your actions. We shall pray to the Lord for your safety and success, and that His light shineith down upon your lands. We respect your stand against genocide and oppression, and we offer any, non-aggressive, assistance you may require.

With Respect and Blessings from the Lord

Executer Viki Hessian
Executer of Transnapastain and leader of the Church of God’s Will ”

Davis snorted a laugh, and sat down in the chair across from her large oak desk, handing back the letter. “I think that’s one of the most hypocritical things I’ve ever read.” He said, draining his glass of bourbon.

She smiled back at him, “Indeed, but, unlike some of these nations, at least we keep our secrets, and our dirty laundry isn’t aired in the international forum. No will be the wiser. We take the moral high ground, look good, and come away not having done a blessed thing.”

“I trained you well.” Said Davis with a laugh

“Indeed you did, Director-General, indeed you did.”

The forward elements of the AMF naval garrison had been sitting on the outskirts of it's territorial waters for weeks after the announcement of hostilities by Crowngaurd. As days turned into nights, the Sentinels began to stir and grow bored, and obviously command was growing just as impatient as well. Zander's elements were in charge of fending off inbound enemy ships, but the smaller battlegroup that was present belonged to Vidimir Breathstealer, one of the lesser known but more brutal Warchiefs.

With very minimal chatter going across the airwaves, Vidimir's ships began to pull away from the nval convy a few craft at a time, slipping into international waters and then breaking down into dozens of smaller groups. After about an hour the full fleet of the Breathstealer had moved away from that of Zander's, and they began their breakout towards their target.

A fist of submarines partolled the deep waters, venturing several miles out from the convoy to keep it safe, and several patrols of medium attack aircraft lurked about in the clouds. The main flagship in the convoy, the AMFS Hellbound was at the front of the massive pack of vessels, and as the ships moved onward Vidimir continued to send limited transmissions to the AMF homeland. His instructions were clear, and with the supplies he had he would be able to wage this brief conflict without a problem.

It had not been announced until the morning hours, but the challanege that had been issued forth was one that apparently been accepted. A nation such as Bajria was just another impudent upstart that needed silencing, and it had been some time since the world had witnesses the full fury of Automagfreek.

That morning, a short message was sent through open airwaves for all to hear:

Challenge accepted.

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Vidimir Breathstealer
-Warchief of AMF Forces-

Secret IC: Imperial Palace:

"It appears AMF might be responding to Bajria."

"Watch this situation closely."

"Yes sire."

OOC: Now that AMF has accepted my "challenge", which was the main point of this thread I am going to close the thread. No one else can enter, and everyone can leave. I have an idea so AMF it is me Dracun can you Im me on AIM oonoitzelkinz if you don't have it thanks! If it is accepted this will have a specific ending that no one can change.

IC: Adrian smiled, "Perfect" was the only words that left his lips. He quickly drafted a letter, a brief but effective letter to all involved parties,

The time has come for Automagfreek's downfall, and there is only one way to do it and that way is my way. You may do what you wish with my nation but this is between me and Automagfreek, and I intend to end it like that. You are hereby dismissed as enemies, I want Automagfreek... alone.
Emperor Adrian the I

He quickly sent it out, and hoped the nations would follow his 'orders' and leave it to be a duel between Adrian and Automagfreek.

The Jenrakians would find nothing on the beaches, nothing but death. The chemicals fired by the Jenrakians would affect no one, nor would they do any damage for not a single soul was on that beach, only death and it was a paitent killer. It waited... deep below the sands of the beaches. There in those sands were mines hundreds of them.

ooc: Sorry for the short post, couldn't think of any more to descibe that there are mines on the beach lol.

I hope you reconsider your actions and realise that there are numerous super or uber-powers that could do serious damage to your people and wipe your nation off the face of the map. Pacitalia is one of them.

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Adrian Copilul-Minune
Senior Deputy Prime Minister

*tag*

Off the shores of the Bajrian coasts, the Shadow Packs began to prowl. Several periscopes could be seen, as they searched for targets. They found... none. Apparently the Bajrian fleets were all in port. A few flash messages to each other and a concensus was reached.

A low frequency message went to the incoming Freek fleets. Assume waterways mined. Enemy is all in port. [OOC: That is info that was cleared by Bajria, BTW]

Half the Clans moved forward, closing on that one mile band of mines slowly and as they reached it, they began to open fire. Four torpedos each. Four differently timed fuses. Hundreds of them slammed into the mines, causing the subs to rock and teh crews to feel like they were inside a drum.

At first it must have seemed to the shore that submarines were being struck by the mines. That the enemy was dying. And that probably brought celebration.... but the detonations didn't stop happening. They started to focus on certain points. They were clearing the channels.

Ten miles off shore

The ships rocked from the recoil of the guns as they shelled the beach, targetting anything that looked like it could contain enemy troops. Legionaries filed into their IFVs, which in turn drove down the ramps of the ships into the water, and began to wade towards shore. LCACs loaded with MBTs and heavy weapons streaked a few inches above the water, heading towards the beach.

As landing operations commenced, F/A91 fighter-bombers streaked across the skies, releasing cluster munitions over the beach as to detonate any mines that had been placed. The areas the men would land would be completely saturated from the bombardment.

The time has come for Automagfreek's downfall, and there is only one way to do it and that way is my way. You may do what you wish with my nation but this is between me and Automagfreek, and I intend to end it like that. You are hereby dismissed as enemies, I want Automagfreek... alone.
Emperor Adrian the I

So be it. You wish to stand alone, so alone you shall stand. May God be with you in this struggle. Fight hard, brother.
-Emperor Dayan I

Official Royal Statement:
As per our ally's wishes, we are leaving this fight. It saddens us to watch the nation of Bajria go it alone, and we ask that Wirraway, Jenrak, and Doomingsland leave this conflict as well. You have no quarrel with Bajria, and your soldiers will but add to the chaos and confusion.

That said, Malkyer will accept any and all refugees from Bajria, and our nation will be a sanctuary for anyone fleeing the warzone.
-Emperor Dayan I

OOC: You said "all involved parties," so I'm clearing out. Good luck, man :rolleyes: . At the risk of sounding cliche, you'll need it.

It seems that Bajria has taken upon itself to battle Automagfreek. Personally, I would have loved to kill him myself, but if that is the wish of a warrior and a mongerer at war, then I shall honor, and deplete my forces from the battlefield. I advise all of my temporary 'allies', the ones who so quelled to eradicate this fool, take back their forces as well.

This, although it might take away some certain sense of enjoyment in our actions to Bajria, it will fill the soon-to-be broken nation without a leader, and borders, and without and existence soon no more. Automagfreek, most likely, will ensure that. We should leave this battle to them alone.

Like the previous invasion by Jenrak, Doomian troops would find nothing there. The mines however exploded in great brilliance, showering the beach with flames, and rocking the earth itself. Meanwhile as the fighters came closer in, hidden SAM sites came to life unloading dozens of missiles at the incoming fighters. They were managed by a few people, those ready to give their lives in Bajria's defense.

Unfortunately for the Bajrian SAM systems, the F/A91s' advanced countermeasure systems easily threw off the missiles (which couldn't have gotten a good lock in the first place do to active stealth systems and extremely low IR signature). The pilots quickly turned their tails and shot back towards the carriers as cruise missiles streaked by them, targetted at the SAMs. Within a few minutes of their fireing, hundreds of tiny cluster bomblets rained from the sky down on them.

As that happened, the first vehicles hit the beach. The ramp doors of the LCACs dropped, and off drove two M29A2 Arbiter main battle tanks per transport, flying off at 40mph and landing in the sand. LAV-90 IFVs also drove up from the water and dismounted their soldiers, which immediatly set up a defensive perimeter, quickly setting up mortar and machinegun positions. Within ten minutes, they began to unload XM777 155mm howitzers to provide immediate indirect fire support.

A beachhead was quickly being established...

Soon the show of underwater explosions ceased. The sea still bubbles and roils from it, but soon even that stopped.

Four thick paths were cleared. To each main port for the Bajrian fleet. A turkey shoot wasn't what the captains wanted. They wanted a hunt. Unfortunately, the subs could not close on the shoreline any closer, though. Not unless they also wanted to surface.

Radio traffic started to happen between the subs. With no enemy force, they felt safer sending short messages, then moving. A consesus was reached. If the enemy did not come to them, they would come to the enemy.

OOC: I suppose I'm to late, then. Oh well; this should be worth watching.

"Fools." Saerus muttered under his breath. It was apparent that even should Bajria and all of its 'friends' help them, then Automagfreek will no doubt come in at long last to bring down the final blow, a stroke of hammer as swift as rain itself upon the soft deftly leaves. Bajria cannot win, and Emperor Adrian will have no heir to resume his control beyond death.

Saerus stood abaord his naval command ship, watching intently upon the waging forces, just outside of their waters, looking carefully at the enemy battling his allies. If the final strike is not given to these idiots, then the hand of Valor will grapple the foolish Bajrians. All time awaited the fate of this poor, undermined country, eager to try and rid the world of their enemies.

OOC: I would RP in this, but that would be a waste of resources. Crimmond, if you wish for any help (which im sure you wont need) then give me a TG

*walks away laughing*

Imperial Palace, Risban City-- The Office of the Emperor
"Yes, brave... But stupid," said Emperor Scorpius after being briefed on the current war. "We shall remain neutral in the war."
Cardinal James Klitpnock's brow furrowed slightly. "Despite their doom to lose, Bajria does have the moral high-ground. Their war is the most justified," said the religious advisor. "You like to quote Burke... Take your own advice."
"Since when did the Grand Imperium of Risban begin caring about morals?" scoffed Lord William Plutus, Minister of Finance. "Do come out on their side, Cardinal, would be suicide."
"William is right," sighed the Emperor, standing. "Besides, we have friends in some of accused nations, as well as economical interests... I would hate to see those interests damaged.... Mr. Perkins, so to it that all of our citizens in Bajria take any Bajrian memorabilia that they can find. I also want a documation team sent to the nation to begin filming a Before and After bit with the war..."
"Yes, sir," said Alexander Perkins, Minister of Foreign Affairs. "What if this turns nuclear and our people are injured?"
"We'll inform the nations involved of our neutrality," said Scorpius. "And, if they die, well then... A small price to pay. They'll be honored, of course. Send the orders."


Official Statement of the Grand Imperium of Risban

The Grand Imperium of Risban shall remain neutral in this conflict. We wish nations involved the best of luck. We commend Bajria for their brave but foolish behavior.
For research purposes, we request that all nations involved allow an Imperial Documentation Team safe access throughout the conflict. They will be wearing special clothes designating their position. We realize that it will not be your fault of they get caught in a raid or something, so we will not hold their deaths against you unless they are murdered for no reason.

Thankyou,
Alexander Perkins, Minister of Foreign Affairs
Professor Timothy Dimmesdale, Minister for Education



OOC: TAG!