NationStates Jolt Archive

New Glasgow
Presidential Palace, 19:32

Jonas Caesar was reviewing the latest piece of "legislation" to reach his desk when General Boxer walked into his office.

"Malcolm, this had better be good news. They want me to throw old senators out on the street now." The sense of disgust Caesar felt was palpable in the room. The senate had long been a place for fools to gather.

"Sorry, sir, but I've got no good news for you today. There was an explosion at one of our new air bases." Boxer sat down across from Caesar and pushed a folder of photos across the desk.

Caesar looked at the photos of the decimated airbase and grimaced. "We need that air base so we can base the planes we just bought from the Roman Republic. Any idea what caused it?"

"Yes, sir. The FHI just broadcast a message claiming responsibility due to the increased support of "fascist regimes" by our government." Boxer handed another folder across the table, filled with data on the FHI.

"Dispatch our counter-terrorist forces at once. And find out if anyone's supporting those criminals. I need to know what kind of organization I'm dealing with here."

OOC: I'll just jump in then as the Red Brigade those who gave the FHI the bomb in the first place. What does FHI stand for?

"Comrade Comrade!" screamed a thin soldier down a hallway.

A large man turned around on his seat and brushed aside some aides. his name was Vladamir Reidy and he has been waiting for this report all day.

"Private, calm down, we can't let the Protection Forces or the High Guard find our base here, I assume this is about the airfield bomb we gave these FHI persons?"

"Yes Comrade General, it has been sucessful, the FHI have claimed full responsibility."

"Good my friend good! Tonight we cheer; now I want you to find this 'Merchant of Menace' in the Leafanistan Protection Forces and tell him we want more of his "wares"; tell him he has proven himself to us as a trustworthy comrade."

"Yes, sir!"

"Oh and Private?"

"Yes?"

"Tell me more about this FHI when you come back"

OOC: Sorry, should've posted that. It stands for Freedom for Hebrides Islandia. It's a small Marxist organization that mostly provides speeches and an occasional demonstration against the policies of Hebrides Islandia. This would be the first major aggressive attack. I'm working on a map of my country, but it's a series of large islands surrounding a peninsula with mostly beaches and plains in the nation, with some forests and a large jungle in the south. No sudden mountain ranges sprouting up in the middle of the RP.
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IC:
Fort Freedonia, Military HQ
Outside New Glasgow, 21:40

Commander McKinley stood at the map table waiting for General Boxer to allow him to speak.

"Gentlemen, I believe you know Commander McKinley, head of our Operation Assault Team 6. McKinley, what do you have for us?"

"Not much, sir. We're still looking for a base for the FHI, but we don't see much centralized activity. The Ministry of Order has already rounded up student members of the FHI at various university campuses, but they all claim not to know who the leader of the organization is. The group mostly operates through online BBS's and anonymous email services. However, we've located a small camp near the Caladon Jungle that we believe is the location of an FHI adjunct. We're preparing to launch a raid to seize documents and personnel from the base." McKinley laid out aerial photos on the table, looking at a series of tents and bunkers outside a river.

Boxer looked over the whole problem and nodded. "Good. Send in two teams, make sure you seize the site and the personnel. The president must remained informed."

McKinley saluted and then double-timed it out of the room. He had a mission to plan.
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OOC (again): This is an actual FHI base only, so no godmoding victory for me.

Hebrides Islandia Special Operation Assault Team (OATs for short)

11 Special Forces Troops with UH-60 Black Hawk for transport.

Arms:
7 HK 416 Automatic Rifles with 8 30-round clips each
2 HK 416 Automatic Rifles with 8 30-round clips plus HK AGC Grenade Launcher attachment and 5 grenades
1 HK MG 4 Machine Gun with 500 rounds
1 HK PSG1 Sniper Rifle with 30 rounds ammunition
11 Mk23 SOCOM Pistols with 3 clips each and suppressors
22 HE grenades

Note: That's TOTAL weaponry per team, not per man. Also, I'm sending in 2 teams to secure the site. The UH-60s each have .50-cal machine guns on them, but wouldn't ordinarily be involved in the fighting and generally drop the teams outside of visual area of a target if possible (not necessarily audible though.)

The General was getting old and didnt' handle all affairs by himself. He summouned his Lt. to tell him about the situation.

"Lt! I need to ask you for a favor, how many people have we got working in HI?"

"About 300 members comrade"

"Good, I've just gotten satellite info from a mole in the LPF, says they notice a major helicoptor deployment near a local jungle."

"What?! Show me!"

The Lt. grabbed up the pictures, his eyes widened, he began to shake. The General became concerned and asked "Are you all right Alexi?"

"We have at least 50 advisors in the Caladon Jungle helping the FHI with their efforts!"

"Are they armed? How many are trained for this sort of situation?"

"Of course they are armed with some old FN FAL 7.62 rifles, all of them are trained for this but in those cramped tunnels the FHI built, I'm not sure how well they'll proform."

"We better send help then, how many Technicals (A modified pickup truck with a 7.62 mm turret on the back) do we have?"

"Sir, we already have 2 down there, I don't think its necessary for us to.."

"I think it is. Now those poor bastards down there only have rifles, get 4 Technicals loaded onto a LPF cargo jet flying to the nation next to HI along wtih 12 troops with some HN-5s, and RPG-7s. I want those men and women to stay alive"

Meanwhile in the Caladon Jungle "base"

Corporal Valerie Wizard sat at the turret of the Technical nearly asleep. She thought she heard something in the distance. Then she swore she saw something. It was a flicker, a shadow against shadows, possibly in the air. She raised the turret at the pitchblack night sky. She hoped to whatever God(s) there were out there she was wrong. She picked up her Walkie-Talkie and hit the button used to transmit morse code. 3 beeps meant danger, she broadcasted 3 beeps.

OOC: Forgot to mention the Leafanistan Protection Forces are sort of like a National Guard, but more corrupt. There is widespread selling of weapons by division leaders so this sort of corruption never is heard by the powers that be.

McKinley and his men deployed from the choppers, repelling on the ground. They used hand signals to indicate the place they needed to go, their night camoflage uniforms and black balaclavas keeping them relatively concealed as the approached the base.

McKinley's radio clicked twice and he looked back to see Sgt. LaFevers, the Team 6 sniper making motions.

He squatted down next to him and looked at him for info.

"Sir, we've got a sentry out there. Some sort of modified pickup. I see a driver and a gunner in the pickup." LaFevers looked almost anxious for an order.

McKinley didn't even hesitate "Take them out. We need radios if they have any, so go for head shots, not center mass." He got on the radio back to the helicopters. "Contact"

Two rifles shots sounded, and OAT 4 and 6 moved forward.

Sun Shang Xiang
Ambassador #12
Hebrides Islandia Embassy
Hail Caesar Blvd.

We have begun diplomatic relations with the progessive and fledging
nation of FHI and feel must frown upon your repression of their students studying abroad in your universities and if their supporters. Fruit and Flower Mountain has opened our borders to these our fellow socialists, and all we ask of you is to respect FFM's friends and allies in the spirit of human fellowship and goodwill.
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Fruit and Flower Moutain offers FHI an economic aid package of $10 million USD and extends an offer to send specialists and teachers.

The first shot caught her in her arm. She screamed and pulled the trigger. The gun fired widly into the air, the driver took the second bullet in the head and fell on the horn. She fell to the ground unconcious but seemingly dead. Gunshots and the horn sounded very loudly waking everyone. FHI members took up positions near bunker entrances quietly and it barely looked like anything happened. Then the Red Brigade struck, the other technical flew out from one of the bunkers guns blazing at the general area in front of the first one. The gunner firing as many 7.62 rounds into the jungle as possible. A passenger got out and started firing his assualt rifle at the jungle too.

( :mp5: )

McKinley and his teams dropped to the ground as fire erupted behind them.

"Weapons Free!"

The team members left alive opened fire, and 2 grenades accompanied the 5.56 shells seeking out the muzzle flare. There was an explosion near the base, but McKinley didn't know what had happened. He got on the radio and screamed back to base: "It's a clusterf!ck! Requesting close air support! Repeat: close air support!"

He knew air support might not arrive in time, since the closest air base was the one that the FHI hit. Dammit, it was a trap!

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Boxer looked over at his men on the radio and heard McKinley scream for air support. The closest response was 20 minutes away. There was no chance of the air support arriving in time to make a difference. But it might get there to take vengeance.

[I]"Take us to high alert, and get an analysis on the FHI's capabilities. I don't want pilots getting hit by SAMs or shoulder launchers. Make a note: include LAWs with all OAT TO&E in the future." Boxer brought up the photos on the overhead, and hoped McKinley would make it out alright.

OOC: Oops, forgot to post losses.

2 Injured, 1 dead (need to step up that training.)

Loss of materiel: 1 MG4 and 2 HK 416 troopers

Edit 2: I swore. And swearing is wrong, so very wrong.

The Technical burst into a ball of fire killing both gunner and driver shrapnel wounded the passenger who collasped. The Red Brigade soldiers started throwing flares into the jungle and began to fire on the camoflauged soldiers. FHI members backed them up with pistol fire.

5 Red Brigade soldiers are hit by enemy fire and they drop to the ground.
2 are wounded
1 FHI member has died due to enemy action

Total dead: 8 RB members dead
1 FHI member dead
4 RB are wounded

Back in Leafanistan

The General heard the situation from the Colonel in charge of the operation. He didn't like what he was hearing. The nearest anti-air equipment was 2 hours away even after they hijacked the jet and started flying it straight at the jungle. He ordered the Colonel to take the river and get out of there, no telling when reinforcements would arrive for these special forces. He told the jet to drop off its equipment 12 miles downstream at the Bravo site they had coordinated. He hoped this would turn out good. He hated open combat.

McKinley looked around and ordered a group of 4 forward. They belly crawled forward as bullets ripped through the air above them. They pulled out their pistols as one of them pulled a pin on his grenade a pitched it towards a tunnel. He screamed as a bullet caught him in the shoulder and two more grenades were launched at tents from the lines.

I'll be hanged if I let my men die to satisfy some need for intelligence.

McKinley got on the radio. "No quarter." He raised his weapon and started firing again, looking for the best targets.

OOC: Losses again ><

Total wounded: 5 members of the team
Total dead: 3 team members

5 HK 416s, 1 MG4, 1 Sniper, 1 HK Grenade
Air support 18 minutes out.

A young girl ran from the gunfire. A FHI member, a college freshman she knew, screamed as bullets tore up his chest and he fell to the ground silent. Sharon knew she shoulda never joined such a revolutionary group. She ran toward the tunnels for saftey when a grenade exploded in front of her. She screamed as the explosion threw her into the air. When she hit the ground it all went black.

Valerie awoke to the sound of gunfire and a comrade next to her dead. She was burning with anger. She limped toward the side of the forest hoping to flank the soldiers. In her hand she concealed a grenade, she was ready to blow herself up along with them. She hoped her good looks and the bullet would get some sympathy, she decided she needed more help. She started to cry and wail about why she shouldn't have joined the FHI and limped into the jungle calling for help. She hoped one of those bastards would come help her.

A Colonel leaped out of a command bunker and ducked as an explosion tore up a nearby tunnel. He called the order for a retreat to the boats by the river's edge and Red Brigade soldiers started movign backward. 4 were hit by gunfire, and a FHI girl who didn't run fast enough caught 6 bullets and fell to the ground dead. Her friend it seemed ran up beside her screaming, and crying. More sound to the chaos. The Colonel grabbed soem guards and they planted demolition charges around the command bunker. They found their raft and started to sail down to the Bravo-site.

In Leafanistan:

The Comrade General was cut off by an explosion and the line went dead. He feared the worst. He began to weep for those who had fallen in the line of duty.

Dead/Wounded
4 RB dead
7 FHI dead (mostly in tunnel you naded)
3 FHI wounded

The jet is now 1:45 away from Bravo site

OOC: Mind if I join on HI's side?

Message to Hebrides Islandian Government
From Tannenmillian Ministry of Foreign Affairs

If you wish, we could deploy three Naval divisions to aid you in your fight against this terrorist Marxist regime. Each division has the following:

2 Ticonderoga-class Cruisers (680 troops)
4 Spruance-class Destroyers (1,408 troops)
5 LHD-1 Wasp-class Amphibious Assault Ships (8,000 troops)

That is a total of 30,264 Tannenmillian troops willing to fight for your cause. If you wish to decline our offer, then we will not fight against these infidels unless called upon.

Michael Eberstark
Minister of Defence

Nathan Hitzel
Minister of Foreign Affairs

OOC: A huge normal fleet can't do much against a terrorist organization with multi-national backing and run out of college dorm computers. Any plans on what to do with this massive force? Sweep the entire jungle?

Fort Freedonia
Outside New Glasgow 22:51

Boxer looked over as a young lieutenant gave him a batch of communiques.

Offers of aid? Thank God! If a bunch of rabble can rip up our special forces, we're in deep trouble.

He looked over at Lieutenant...Hendrickson. "Hendrickson, respond in the affirmative to all offers of aid from foreign nations. And get on the horn to the Roman Republic. We might need to see if we can speed up those squadron orders."

Hendrickson snapped a quick salute as Boxer returned to the figures of ready army troops. He ordered the deployment of the 4th Regiment's 1st Infantry Company to get dispatched to the area as soon as the air base could be repaired. This was going to last a while.

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FHI Base
Periphery of Caledon Jungle 22:52

McKinley saw people moving towards a boat and redirected his fire towards the fleeing terrorists, calling for the remaining grenades to be directed at the boats. He saw the forward group, now 3, move into the tunnels of the FHI base, firing their pistols as they entered rooms. Then he noticed a woman trying to flee into the jungle. What the hell?! Do they have women fighting? Or is it a civilian worker! Damn, I've got to see what's going on.

He radioed one of his men to check out the woman near the trees, but to exercise caution. They weren't above setting a trap.

That's when he heard the explosion:

New dead: 2 HK416s in the command bunker. 1 of them's "merely" missing a leg.

Edit because I didn't see the mine trap.

OOC: He might be responding to the promised aid by FruitandFlowerMountain? If a nation's giving support to terrorists openly, a fleet might be useful against a conventional navy sent by Marxists to support the FHI?

*Transmission to HI Government*

Sirs,

We would like to offer assistance in dealing with this latest uprising in your country. We may not be able to provide much, but we have a few outdated rifles and pistols. Our men however, are adept at jungle fighting, and could prove useful at attacking terrorist camps.

Yours,

Vikram Yaeger,
President
United States of Jerobia

Valerie was no longer feigning pain but actually in it. The bullet had not left the wound and every step was burning pain. She screamed as loudly as she thought possible. And she collasped. The grenade was still in her hand but underneath her body now. She knew her plan must have failed. No one would be coming to help her. She felt so tired. Then she saw a soldier come up to her. She coughed some blood onto his shoe and looked up at the barrel pointed at her head. He reached down to help her up, she lifted her unhit right arm while she pulled the pin out on the grenade, 2 seconds 'till the pain is over she thought.

The Colonel ducked as gunfire tore up a nearby raft and two people trying to escape. A subsequent explosion blew up 2 more rafts. He pressed the trigger on the detonator hoping the huge explosion would distract the special forces. More soldiers ran to the rafts but at least 12 of the Red Brigade stood their ground covering their escape. The Colonel at last got some peace and quiet and they slowly sailed down to the well-concealed Bravo-site. He wondered when the jet would arrive with supplies.

Sharon felt something on her, she woke to find soldiers had stepped on her to enter the tunnels. She felt insulted. Then she realized that she had taken shrapnel to the chest. She screamed out in pain 'Arg! Medic! Anyone! Paramedic! Someone! Doctor! Please...!' She felt tired, but she struggled against the encroaching darkness. She was so scared.

The FHI member was scared. In fact he was so scared he had wet his pants but he was still there. Everyone in front had died and he was one of the few left in this section of the tunnel. He heard gunfire and screaming as one of his comrades fell to Spec. Ops. fire. He fumed with rage. He knew in this tight space if he set off the explosive stockpile he'd kill everyone in the tunnel. He just waited for them to get a bit closer and then he'd light the fuse. -20 seconds pass- There! He lit it and turned the corner with his FN FAL and started firing at the soldiers.

Total Dead/Wounded:

20 RB are dead 7 are wounded
17 FHI are dead, 6 are wounded
5 RB have escaped down the river in 2 rafts
3 FHI have fled into the jungle
3 FHI have gotten onto rafts and are attempting to escape.


Jet is 1:30 out.

OOC: He might be responding to the promised aid by FruitandFlowerMountain? If a nation's giving support to terrorists openly, a fleet might be useful against a conventional navy sent by Marxists to support the FHI?

OOC: A delicious point, I forgot about F&FMt.

From: Jonas Caesar, President Hebrides Islandia
To: Vikram Yaeger, President United States of Jerobia
Subj: Assistance against Terrorist Forces

President Yaegar,

Our nation would be pleased to accept your aid against these terrorists. We would be pleased to offer you any technical assistance required to help your soldiers be more effective in this and any other endeavor.

Gratefully,
Jonas Caesar
President
Hebrides Islandia

OOC:I'm a MT nation with circa 2005 technology. Anything your troops require to be more effective I probably can get, since I've spent the last 3 NS years building my army and navy up to be competitive on the forums (with help from the Roman Republic store.)

OOC: I placed some orders, but not long ago, so I'm assuming I won't have them yet, which limits me to a few AK-47 rifles, some side-arms, knives, and four out-dated Mi-6 helicopters. I'd rather have a technological disadvantage, and pillage weapons from terrorist camps after battles.

IC:

To: Jonas Caesar, President Hebrides Islandia
From: Vikram Yaeger, President United States of Jerobia
Subj: RE: Assistance against Terrorist Forces

Very well. I shall have my troops deploy to your country as soon as possible. They will arrive by transport ship in a matter of hours. All they will require will be some rations, and a base with some support for their helicopters.

OOC: Jerobia didn't I supply you with those guns? Kinda ironic, but I am RP-ing what are called "terrorists" in my nation too. Oh I did, in about 7 (real) hours they'll arrive in your nation.

The Red Brigade members stalked the corners of the piers. They had gotten intel that those out of country meddlers were coming with their troops to this nation's shores. They knew their duty. Several months ago the RB somehow managed to secure 2 Exocet Anti-shipping missiles. With a nearly 400 lb warhead these were no laughing matter. It was in the back of a truck marked "Heathrow Fruit and Vegatables", and the door was covered with a thin canvas. They waited for the first foreign ship to come into sight and then they would fire on it. The person in charge of the missile hummed an old Soviet song about the glories of Lenin and Marx. Then on his scope he saw it, it was coming into visual range. He thought it might be a Jerobian vessel. No matter who it was from. Those devils will die. He punched in the codes, and got a firm target lock on the enemy. He fired the missile, and it went at nearly the speed of sound at its target. As soon as he fired, Red Brigade members snuck away, tucking their guns into their clothing and returning to work as "shocked dock workers". The truck sped off toward a major highway. The gunner didn't and wouldn't see the missile impact, but he would feel it in his heart if he didn't screw it up.

OOC: The RB only have one missile in HI, the other one is probably still in Leafanistan, in a RB warehouse somewhere.

McKinley ordered his troops away from the tunnels as booby traps started exploding. He had 11 men left walking, and 4 wounded that would live. He gathered up the remnants and saw that some soldiers were carrying a young woman dragged out from the tunnels by another group of soldiers. He heard bullets fired from the tunnel and saw one of the soldiers carrying the young woman jerk, then turn and fire his weapon full auto down the passageway. The passage exploded behind them, and other soldiers ran to pick the wounded up. He heard another explosion, this time a grenade. He turned around to see the soldier he dispatched carrying the woman who had fled into the jungle.

"What happened? I heard a grenade. And I said no quarter!" He looked at the wounded woman as one of the UH-60s hovered near the smoking remains of the base while the other sprayed bullets around the area.

"She pulled the pin but didn't let go of the spoon. Bullet must have hit her a nerve. I had to toss it." The soldier looked shaken, not a surprise considering the fact that he'd almost been killed.

"Anybody find anything?" He looked up as LaFevers approached with his rifle slung across his back.

"Got a map with this site, and a route to the air base on it. Not much else besides this order to take out the base, plus two more if possible. Damn thing is the others ain't listed. They scrambled the radios good to keep us from listening in, so I doubt they're gonna fade, sir." LaFevers spit on the ground.

McKinley shook his head, and ordered the wounded and dead onto the choppers. There's no chance that regular army wasn't coming in now. Then he got on with the prisoners and the remaining men as they lifted out. An F-16 streaked over head as they cleared the combat zone. It dropped two 500 pound bombs on the area, destroying all the evidence that there had even been a fire fight.

OOC: Leafistan, was the tunnel bomb a second bomb, or the first bunker explosion? Let me know if I have to modify the post.

Losses:
7 OAT members dead.
5 OAT members walking wounded.

2 prisoners taken, 1 group of written orders seized, and 1 map

OOC: No, that's one of the orders my country is still awaiting delivery of. I'm using what I had before even then.

IC:

*Aboard the SS Generosity*

"Vampire, Vampire, Vampire" said the radar operator loudly, as red lights flashed, and klaxons sounded. "Inbound missile on the port-side. Its thirty miles away and closing fast. All crew abandon ship, all crew abandon ship."

With that, the crew and soldiers abandoned the Generosity to her fate. When the missile hit less than a minute after the last crew man got off the deck, it broke the back of the old ship, and she sank in less than two minutes, just a few miles from the shore. The tired, wet crew began paddling gently towards the shore, only a handful of weapons between them, and their helicopters and support vehicles sat on the bottom of the ocean below them.

Boxer looked up as the coastal alert alarm sounded.

"What in the name of God is going on?!"

Hendrickson ran over to him and gave him a written report. "Sir, it looks like someone launched a missle from our harbor in Port Edinburgh!"

Boxer felt the blood drain from his face. "What? Where? Dammit, get me confirmation! And get the National Police down there. They've got enough money to secure the whole damn city, so make sure they at least get the docks!"

Boxer picked up the red phone on the wall and looked over at his map of Hebrides Islandia. Port Edinburgh was the other side of the damn jungle! This wasn't isolated, this was too widespread for a small group. Someone else had to be involved.

He looked over at the radar coordinators. "Watch our coastlines as best you can. They've let everyone know they're here, it's not time for subtlety."

He heard the other end of the line pick up. "Mr. President, we have a problem."

OOC: The bunker bomb was to destroy evidence of Red Brigade activities in the area the command bunker should be a massive smoking crater. The second bomb was a poorly planned vengeance by a scared soldier.

The Colonel watched as the F-16s bombed the remainder of Alpha-site to kingdom come. He winced at the thought of remaining soldiers left behind. He surveyed what he had left.

16 RB soldiers had made it out including himself.
12 FHI had made it out too, though they abandoned their wounded.

He found a satellite radio and asked the jet to run around. They abandoned the Bravo-site, and set a 12 hour timer on the explosives in the area. No trace would be left. They got into civilian cars and drove onto a nearby highway, they all then left to 3 different locales. As they passed the road onto the Alpha-site they wondered if they would be stopped. But they were packing major heat and a normal border patrol wouldn't do much. He sure hoped they'd be able to meet up with the rest of the Socialist fighters in the Hotel-site.

Port Edinburgh
Campbell Coast Guard Station

The choppers lifted off from the helicopter pads as word came that a ship had exploded off the coast. Cutters and converted transports dispatched themselves to pick up any survivors, with the knowledge that the PEP (Port Edinburgh Police) could handle any problems back near the base. They spotted the sailors swimming towards the port relatively quickly thanks to the burning oil spread on the water. Divers dropped off of the choppers to coordinate the retrieval of the sailors onto choppers and rafts helped shuttle survivors onto the cutters.

Master Diver Davison swam up to the survivor and shouted "Coast Guard!" to make sure there wasn't any mistake about his intention.

He looked at one of the soldiers in the lead as he swam up to him and smiled. "Need a lift?"

Master Sergeant Daniel Fritzen looked up at the smiling face, and nodded, weakly. "Thanks buddy" he said, coughing "I thought I was a goner there for a minute"


Losses:

SS Generosity transport ship
4 x Mi-6 helicopters
17 crewmen drowned
28 soldiers killed in explosion / escape
120 assault rifles lost


Current Force:

13 crewmen armed with sidearms only
422 soldiers armed with sidearms and 302 AK-47s.

Colonel Jane McLeod of the Red Brigade looked over hte radio intercepts and screamed. She slammed them down. Their operations here were screwed. A major charlie-foxtrot. (Cluster-fuck for those of you unacquainted) She had a bomb ready to deploy but orders were to get out of the country ASAP. She decided that this time she'll take the intiative. She got the bomb loaded onto an SUV and planned to drive it down toward a shopping mall. Her plan was to drive it straight in and detonate it, she knew Comrade General would disapprove, but it was time for those government bastards to learn some respect. She packed her things and got into the SUV.

-20 minutes later-

She lit her last cigarette as she floored the SUV. It roared in protest but the engine quickly complied, it drove reachign 60 mph quickly. She slammed through the glass window panicked shoppers fleeing from it, she saw a support collum, drove straigth toward it and just before she hit, she pushed the button on the 25 pounds of C4 behind her. The SUV detonated.

OOC: The jet turned back after the Colonel decided it was too dangerous. 5 minutes before it leaves HI airspace.

Fighters alerted to the presence of a transport jet in HI air space flew at super-sonic speed to intercept the plane. They might not make it in time, but their orders were at least get a look at the plane's markings. Lt. Caffey had a different plan. If the jet was in range, he'd take it out if he could. No one invaded his country and got away with it.

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Jonas Caesar looked at the television cameras arrayed in front of him as he prepared his speech. The red lights came on and he began.

"My fellow citizens. By now you have heard of the terrorist actions that have taken place within Hebrides Islandia's borders in the past few days. Off the coast of Port Edinburgh, a ship sent by the United States of Jerobia was sunk by an Exocet Missle launched by a group known as Freedom for Hebrides Islandia. Mere hours later an SUV laden with explosives drove into a shopping mall and detonated, collapsing a large part of the mall and killing over 300 of our people. It is clear that we are a nation under seige."

He cleared his throat and continued.

"We offer heartfelt condolences and prayers to the victims of these terrorists attacks, and offer remuneration to those who were hurt, or whose family members were killed in the blast. We offer the nation of Jerobia our prayers as well, and I promise to make full recompense for the men and equipment that were lost defending our nation. And I make our citizens this promise: we will find these terrorists, wherever they are hiding in our nation, and stop them."

The lights went off and Caesar sat back in his chair. Let them see that and laugh. No one makes a fool out of me!

The hijackers on the plane saw fighters closing in. The most eloquent one was put on the radio, he grabbed one of the dead pilots and looked at his name tag: "Lt. Cmdr. Joseph Louisiana eh?"

He radioed the fighter jets:
"Attention HI fighter jets, I am Lt. Cmdr. Joseph Louisiana this is Leafanistan Protection Force Flight 11890C to provide aid to a nearby nation. We have had a navigation error, our computer malfunctioned and we have accidently wandered into your airspace. I repeat, we are a friendly aircraft that has accidently wandered into your airspace, in about 3 minutes we will leave your airspace. This is Leafanistan Protection Force Flight 11890C on a humanitarian mission, we have had a navigational error, and our computer has crashed, we are manually flying to North Mack, a C.I.N. member nation to provide aid. We are not on a military mission, we are no threat, we have just lost our way. We will leave your airspace in about 3 minutes. LPF-11890C out."
He hoped they wouldn't see through them. The plane was clearly marked LPF and this flight was on its way to humanitarian mission. How could they know?

Lt. Caffey swore under his breath. A navigation error? What the hell? He couldn't shoot down a humanitarian mission without warning, even if it was doing something brain-dead.

"LPF flight you are ordered to deviate to a Hebrides Islandia Air Base on heading 118. You are to follow our lead. You will not be allowed to leave Hebrides Islandia airspace. I repeat, you will not be allowed to leave Hebrides Islandia airspace. Any attempt to leave will be construed as an act of aggression."

Caffey activated his targeting radar and locked onto the transport plane.

"Deviate from your course now." He flipped the guard up on his joystick. Come on, just try and escape.

The soldiers had to think fast. They had a plan. They put the dead pilots in their seats. The radio speaker put himself back on.

"Sure, but we're low on fuel, I hope we can purchase smoe at that airfield, I.."
The speaker shot himself in the leg. "Agh! We have hijackers! Help!" He disconnected himself. He lay down, and the hijackers put the dead pilots and crew up in convicing death positions. A few also shot themselves. The plane lurched down, and began descending toward the forest nearby.

The speaker put himself back on.

"The pilots are dead! I've taken fire. We're fighting them off I think they are Red Brigade infiltrators..", he fired his gun at a nearby radar scope. "seems we will win eventually. We've suffered some damage, I'll try to see if I can fly this thing down myself."

He ordered the rear compartment to open and to have 2 bodies with parachutes to be thrown out the back along with the vehicles.

"They're trying to escape, we will try to stop them"

As the bodies were tossed out they tossed out the vehicles and used their RPGs to destory them just outside the compartment. The plane lurched downward at an increasingly sharper angle. The evidence was now just flaming rubble along with half the cargo compartment. However the tail had taken a lot of damage. He knew this plane was known for its amazing stability after having wings nearly half torn off and he had heard of planes landing wtih no tail. He put on the dead soldier's pin and suit. He pulled up hoping to God that the thing still flew.

The plane changed heading toward the airfield but started to leak fuel. He shot the navigational panels so they would stop warning him of him violating HI's airspace. He began his final approach to the airfield. He put himself back on the radio.

"I'm not sure -static- can land safely -spark in background- bastards did lots of damage. Get a fire department team out there."

He began to drop alititude, he really hoped this plane would land safely

The men in the air control tower at MacDougal Air Base heard the plane's pleas on the radio and shouting began all at once.

"Quiet!" Yelled Colonel Ramsey. "Scramble a fire suppression team to X-Ray Bravo (emergency airstrip) and put the base on full alert. Who's up there?"

"Caffey and Johannsen, sir."

"Caffey?! I'm suprised he hasn't fired on them. Tell them to back off, but keep following the thing. We don't need it slamming into a building, so make sure they have orders to take it out if it veers too far towards the base." Ramsey looked over at the air boss. "How soon can we get all our planes in the air?"

"We can start launching them in 15. It'll take 30 to get the other 6 in the air."

"Damn! Alright, get all the civilians off base and evacuate all non-essential areas. And get a guard unit to X-Ray Bravo now! We need to secure those passengers to make sure there aren't any terrorists left on the plane. MOVE!" Ramsey cracked his neck, then got on the radio.

"LPF flight, LPF flight, you are ordered to land on runway X-Ray Bravo, marked 15 on the east side of the base, repeat the east side of the base."

'Thank you very much MacDougal' said the speaker. His troops were now taking the role of the dead pilots and crew and they had switched. Before the flight, he had their identities switched thanks to the corrupt LPF database managers.

He started to approach. Suddenly the left #2 engine flew off toward the fighter escort, the plane lurched over to the right and was going to do a roll. The speaker compensated by shutting down the right #2 engine, but the plane was still dangerously unbalanced, tehy didn't have enough fuel for anther run. It was going to be all or nothing. The plane landed on its right wheels and for about 30 seconds rolled down the runway at a 20 degree angle, then it leaned over and landed on its left wheels. The plane shuddered and the other left engine fell off. The plane started flying toward the right, the speaker shut off the engines completely, and engaged the flaps. Food, and medical supplies bound for North Mack started to spill out the back alogn with a dead body of one of the crew. The plane rolled toward the end of the runway. About 100 yards from the end the plane stopped. The labored engines finally spun down, the speaker now Joseph Louisiana plopped his head down on the instrument panel. He was so happy he landed this thing in that condition. Then the left wing fell off and the plane started to lean over to the right a bit and he started laughing.

Capt. Xiao slipped out of his International Red Cross uniform. Their convoy of ambulances and pickup trucks of aid relief had gotten "lost" following his "bad directions" and was parked outside some old warehouses in a abandoned industrial park on the outskirts of some Hebridian suburban paradise near Port Edinburgh.
His fellow commandoes pulled out the silenced pistols and made quick work of the remaining Aid workers not in the know.
A civilian truck labelled Dole Bananas pulled into the lot as well and flashed its headlights three times.
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The FHI agent opened one of the garage doors, and they uploaded the boxes of political pamphlets, radios, M16s, Steyrs, sidearms, plastic explosives, and ammunition.
"Captain Xiao, it is good to finally meet you. We welcome our socialist brothers from Fruit and Flower Mountain. The Yellow Brigade is ready to move."

"What is this I hear about an attack on the FHI base near here, comrade?"

"They are another faction - Communies. The so-called Red Brigade. They have funding from some other party. We used to be a unified front but they have been to agressive, as you can see: President Caesar ordered our cells active in the universities to be arrested because of this foolish attack on the air fields."

Comrade General sent a message to the FHI, telling them of how aggressive they need to be if they are to actually take over. About 40 years of terrorist fighting in Israel and the Gaza Strip had gotten nowhere. To truly be effective demonstrations and isolated attacks are useless. They needed to mobilize, they needed to arm themselves and to take territory. However we'd be quickly crushed. First we must disable as many of their war capabilities as possible. Comrade General closed the channel and wondered why he didn't do it in his own country. He knew that High Father already had a somewhat socialist government but if they even got a hint of it the higher powers would crush them like the Leafanistan Liberation Front. He shuddered at hte thought of that.

Caffey threw his plane into a tight right turn to avoid the engine. Johannsen wasn't as lucky. Caffey screamed as Johannsen's plane exploded. He didn't even have a chance to eject. He passed over the transport as it landed, filled with bitter resentment. They'd better hope he never saw them. He'd have more than a few words for that pilot.

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"It's landed, sir, fire suppression and rescue teams acting now. The guard unit wants to know what to do with the crew."

"Sir, Johannsen got hit by an engine. He didn't punch out."

Ramsey crossed himself and said a brief prayer for Johannsen. That's one letter he didn't look forward to writing.

"Tell the guard unit to collect the entire crew and any survivors. If anyone in there makes a hostile move, open fire, but shoot to wound if possible." There, got that unreasonable order on the record,"Disarm all of them and put them under guard in a barracks. Get the wounded into the prison ward at the hospital. Make sure that guard's heavy. If there were hijackers, there's probably sleepers. Then get on the horn to Fort Freedonia and let them know the situation."

Ramsey rubbed his eyes and called down to personnel. He needed an address.

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Fort Freedonia
Outside New Glasgow 07:45

General Boxer called Jonas Caesar that morning to let him know about the jet.

"An LPF humanitarian flight? Any survivors?" Caesar sounded worried.

"Some, sir. Mr. President, what do you want me to do with them."

"Get them ID'd. If they're wanted internationally, flag 'em. If they're clear, make sure they get on a transport plane out of here, and fly them in one of OUR planes to a neutral country to be released. I don't want a war with Leafanistan." Caesar spoke almost hesitantly, as if he wasn't quite sure what to do. Hell, it was a bad situation in a week of disasters.

"Yes, sir, Mr. President." Boxer hung up and relayed Caesar's orders.
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To: Leafanistan
From: Hebrides Islandia
Subj: Downed LPF Flight

Sirs,
It has come to our attention that your nation has recently had a flight hijacked as it wandered off-course into our airspace. The crew managed to fight off the hijackers and land the plane. We would like to make arrangements to return your valiant crew post-haste to your country.

Sincerely,
Jonas Caesar
President
Hebrides Islandia

Master Diver Davison handed the sergeant a cup of coffee in the Jerobian's new barracks facility.

"How's it going Danny?" He asked. "Nevermind, it's cool. Cap sent me down to see if you guys needed anything."

Davison looked out over the men situated in one of three barracks buildings on the Naval Station, glad they were in dry clothes and had food in their stomachs.

Thank God we got there in time.

Edit to make sure I wasn't speaking for Jerobia.

During hte havoc on board the flight every single hijacker was woundedin some way. They were carried off the plane with no ressitance. They knew to stay quiet and relax, soon they'll be home, given a debriefing by corrupt offciers and quietly disappear.

High Father Transmission to Hebrides Islandia

Thank you for rescuing that flight, we have known the Red Brigade to be involved in weapons trafficking under the guise of communist freedom fighters. We assume that once they discovered their illegal operation was going to be discovered by your fighters they tried to hijack the plane. Send us the lists of the dead. We need to inform their families. We also regret the loss of one of your planes and pilot. We all weep with his family. We shall send your government the price of the fighter so you can replace it. We will send the family of the dead pilot any money they'll ever need for his brave actions during this crisis. However we have one problem with your conditions. We wish for the brave pilot and crewmen of the ill-fated flight to be flown directly to Leafanistan, they have suffered enough haven't they?

EDIT by Minister of Air Forces: I doubt you'll be able to fly their plane back to Leafanistan so any help in using your plane to fly them back is appreciated. You can keep what remains of that cargo jet. There is nothing of important national secrets on it, and you can keep any medical supplies and weapons found on board. We can easily replace those. We'll be launching a LPF Flight 11355T to North Mack and we'll make sure to avoid your airspace this time.

Ms. Sun Xiang's secretary decoded the message, flipped through the Operating procedure booklet, and sent off a email from misanthrope1098@sextopic1.co.lz to Sailorjenna@hotmail.com with the message "Herbal Enhancers 100% Natural - No prescriptions req. *"

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Capt. Xiao checked his email on his Blackberry, turned to Lt. Walker of the FHI and gave issued the go code.

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Operation Golden Cause commences.
The residents of Port Edinburgh are treated to a special prime time infomercial about the joys of socialism and the evils of Pres. Ceasar's fascist rule as several of the major broadcasting networks turn to static and are replaced with the smiling faces of the FHI (Yellow Brigade) for 15 minutes.

Team of Yellow Brigade operatives are busy escaping as they hurry to leave the hijacked broadcasting stations.

Comrade General was told to flip over to Channel 679 on his massive satellite feed. As soon as he saw the infomercial for the joys of socialism he laughed heartily. "Good! Good!" He was so pleased. He told one of his aides to get their operatives to secure a transfer for at least $100,000 US to this "Yellow Brigade". He has never been so happy in his recent memory. :p

To: High Father, Leafanistan
From: President Caesar, Hebrides Islandia
Subj: Return to Leafanistan

Sir,
The concern for landing in a neutral nation is due to the fact that there might remain sleepers amongst the crew, a not too uncommon tactic practiced by terrorist organizations. Hebrides Islandia has no wish for further incidents involving our two nations. If you are willing to take responsibility for the plane and the crew that is flown into Leafanistan, we will return the crew directly to your nation.

With abiding respect,
Jonas Caesar
President
Hebrides Islandia

To: High Father, Leafanistan
From: President Caesar, Hebrides Islandia
Subj: Return to Leafanistan

Sir,
The concern for landing in a neutral nation is due to the fact that there might remain sleepers amongst the crew, a not too uncommon tactic practiced by terrorist organizations. Hebrides Islandia has no wish for further incidents involving our two nations. If you are willing to take responsibility for the plane and the crew that is flown into Leafanistan, we will return the crew directly to your nation.

With abiding respect,
Jonas Caesar
President
Hebrides Islandia

Minister of the Air Forces:

With all due respect these "terrorists" or "freedom fighters" are just mere weapons trafficers. Their cowardice is known all over the Republic. They won't harm those who remain. Besides our Special Services are the toughest interrogaters in the known world, and will root out traitors easily. Leafanistan will take responsibility for the plane and crew that is flown into Leafanistan. Leafanistan requests that instead of your crew, we fly a DC-10 jet from Leafanistan Airways over and our crew will fly back in our jet. It is a civilian jet and under the security of the Republican High Guard, our most elite units. There will be no more incidents involved.

Capt. Miller turned his cruiser hard around a corner. The National Police were already at a state of alert in Port Edinburgh, and now they were headed en masse to the various broadcast stations to make arrests.

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Forces sent to the stations

5 police cruisers (2 officers, armed with Glock 17s and 1 Mossburg 500 per car.)
Arrival: 10 minutes

1 APC (8 High Threat Response Team Members, with UMP 45s with 4 clips each and USPs with 3 clips. Each APC has 1 driver and a gunner manning a .50 cal MG.)
Arrival: 30 Minutes

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OOC: I'm going to head offline and take a shower and get some food. Feel free to cause more havoc, as long as you don't blow up a whole city ;)

We agree to the High Father's plan provided that fighter escort be allowed as a safeguard to the edge of Hebrides Islandia airspace. No pilots in the escort will be from the incident to prevent personal feelings from interfering with the transfer. Godspeed to your crew's return.

Jonas R. Caesar

The Red Brigade soldiers put down their police scanners. A strike team in a hotel leaned out the windown and one lifted up an RPG-7 with a tandem HEAT warhead for anti-ERA use, he pointed it at the APC. He got a good lock and fired.

A block or two ahead, the Red Brigade has feigned a car accident and stopped the cruisers. Suddenly from the street behind them a bus blocked the escape route and 7 soldiers from the rooftops carrying RPG-7s with 4 HEAT warheads and 3 40 mm Anti-personnel grenades fired on the cruisers. 4 people burst out of a building on the rear of the cruiser movement near the stopped bus and started unloading 7.62 rounds from their FN FALs.

Several of the Yellow Brigade teams following their escape plans to the dot make it out in time, their unmarked cars and pickup trucks getting lost in the dusk of high-speed interstate traffic.

But one crew bungles the plan and is exiting as a APC and two squad cars pulls up. Three of the five agents are shot down while running and the other two throw their hands up to surrender.
A FF&M Spec Ops sniper with a Barrett opens fire, leaving the last two Yellow Brigade agents with their brains splattered on the sidewalk.

She is wearing civies and leaps off her sniper perch, scaling down fire escape ladder. She stashes her broken-down weapon in a trombone case and heads off for the large underground mall to meet her handler.

(The sniper bullets used will prove to be from the same manufacturer that is supplies the Hebrides military.)

After firing off all their rounds the Red Brigade troopers vanish, jumping into SUVs, and taxi cabs fleeing after the chaos.

OOC: *waits for HI to determine casualties*

"How far out are we?" asked Fleet Admiral Gary Tundel. "Aah... four hours yet, sir," replied the young man at the nav station. Tundel grimaced and looked out again at the ships in his fleet. He was standing on the Ticonderoga-class TWC Tandem, the flagship of the Tannenmillian Navy. The fleet, which was composed of 6 cruisers, not counting the Tandem, 15 Spruance-class Destroyers, and 30 Wasp-class Amphibious Assault Ships. (OOC: Yes, I changed the numbers. I felt it was necessary after reviewing the FHI's ability to strike against other forces.)

In each Wasp sat three LCACs. 72 Marines sat ready in each Wasp. They were the Tannenmillian Shocktroopers - the most prestigious group of the Tannenmille Marines, and would be first to hit Hebrides Islandian soil. After that, two more trips would bring a total of 6,210 soldiers and 270 Challenger 2 Main Battle Tanks onto Hebrides Islandian soil, all with one purpose -- aid the nation in its fight against the Marxist terrorists.

Gary checked his watch. 3 hours, 57 minutes remained.

A fishing trawler sat in front of the approaching fleet. Or so it seemed. It was actually a Red Brigade boat. All the members were prepared to die. They waited to be approached. Inside there were 2 concealed SS-N-22 missiles. They were fully prepared to take out at least one ship. A technicion hummed an old Marxist battle hymn as he armed the missiles.

"Ship on the radar, sir!" shouted a gangly man in clothes too small for him.

"Where?" asked Captain Dewey Gelban, commanding officer on the TWC Lacerate.

"4 kilometres or so. Seems to be a fishing ship, but we can't be too careful."

"Too true," remarked Gelban. "Get me Admiral Tundel."

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"Admiral?" Dewey said, a touch of anxiety in his voice.

"This had better be important, Captain. I have a navy to command."

"Yes, well, we spotted what seems to be a fishing trawler on the radar. I suggest we move all important ships to the interior of the formation, just to be safe."

"Gelban, review your damn formation charts. All the important craft are in the rear of the formation." Gary said with frustration.

"Oh..."

-click-

*60 miles from Hebrides Islandia*

A second transport vessel approached, this one carrying far more supplies than the first. Relying solely on helicopters for transport, the Jerobian military needed its newest purchases to use against the Communist rebels that had sunk the Generosity.

This freighter, however, came prepared for war. Her front deck had been cleared and strengthened, and now acted as a flight deck for two AH-05 attack helicopters, fitted with twenty-four FFAR rockets each. Although unguided, the FFAR rockets were accurate enough to be able to hit exactly where they were aimed. Anyone foolish enough to attack this time would find themselves on the recieving end of some hell.

The SS Vengeance, as she had been rapidly renamed, had also been retrofitted with CIWS guns, and had soldiers armed with Stinger missiles on her bow. Escorting her was the Brutus Combat Group, consisting of the destroyer Brutus, and two frigates, the Skate and the Snipe.

She carried in her holds yet more helicopters, and the latest weapons for the troops recovering in Hebrides Islandia, as well as the reinforcements sent to replace losses already taken. She also had a selection of jeeps, and even two BMP-2 fighting vehicles, one of which carried a 73-mm cannon on its turret in place of the 30-mm automatic cannon.


*Hebrides Islandia*

Those troops that had made it to shore had, after thanking their rescuers, and recovering, moved themselves to their base of operations, where they quickly cleared room for the incoming equipment and base construction. The also established rough shelters for the wounded, until medics could be brought to treat them properly, which would hopefully be soon.

Commander Jacob Mannes watched his troops at work. They were all young, green men, and the loss of the Generosity and tens of fellow countrymen had shaken them up somewhat, causing minor panic amongst the ranks. They would have to get out there and get hunting soon, or morale would slip even further. He had organised some of the older men into patrols, keeping them occupied from moaning, as the younger ones worked hard, clearing room for the base itself.

The trawler saw that the formation was in range. The operator picked the ship closest to the middle of the formation. The enemy formation left a slight opening for a sea-skimming missile to slip through. He fired both at what he believed to be a battlecruiser. The Red Brigade then quickly jumped off the side of the trawler and began to swim toward shore.

Meanwhile near the base the Red Brigade was beginning Operation: End Game. After years of attempts the Red Brigade had obtained a Red Mercury Thermonuclear Mininuke (15 kiloton yeild). They would use this now to defend themselves from the foreign invaders. A truck marked "Dole Bananas" drove toward the checkpoint for the military base Jerobia had set up. It wasn't stopping, the driver held onto the detonation switch, if he let go the bomb would go off, as long as he held tight it would stay inert. He wanted them to kill him, hopefully they wouldn't hit the device, but if they did it might just ignite the Red Mercury. The driver wondered if he would run over the guard waving at him to stop. Then he realized he didn't care. He floored it.

Mannes knew his stuff. The checkpoint was almost a mile from the main base, with only a narrow track leading up to the base, wide enough only for a single vehicle to drive down at a time. As the truck approached, the guards waved at him to stop. When they heard the driver accelerating, they didn't hesitate to open fire with their primitive AK-47 rifles, both of the guards aiming at the engine block and drivers seat with short, controlled bursts.

"TWO INCOMING MISSILES!" shouted one of the ten radar operators on the TWD Anglund.

Red lights started whirling on all the ships in the fleet. Alarms sounded as the destroyer fired four anti-ballistic missiles at the speeding rockets.

Two of them hit one, causing it to explode in a cloud of sharapnel between a destroyer and a cruiser. The other one smashed into the bow of the Anglund.

"Damage report!" shouted the commanding officer.

"Uhhmm.. No water is being taken on. The missile struck above the sea line, but all of our forward electronics and weapons are offline. 28 crewmen are injured, two dead."

"Damn."

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"Missiles struck the Anglund, sir! Firing our Mark 26 missiles at the trawler! It also appears as though someone jumped off!"

"Just sink the trawler," Tundel said. "We'll take care of the bastard later."

The driver knew it was coming. He hoped they would take longer to react, but he didn't care. He knew it was all over now. He was so happy they had done it for him. The truck vanished. No trace of it would be left behind, aside from a shadow burned into the ground of where it was, and a thin layer of metal deposited on the ground. The guards also disappeared, just a shadow burned into the ground. The Red mercury had detonated compressing the hydrogen isotopes enough for them to go nuclear. In about a second the blast reached the base about 1 mile down the road. The range of such a device is about 1.80 miles, however fallout will spread about 6.50 miles depending on wind conditions. About 1 in 6 people in the way of this will die immediatly. The rest will be affected by nuclear fallout.

High Father got the intelligence report saying that possibly a Red Brigade unit had detonated a nuclear weapon. He shook as he read it. He felt he was too old for this. The days of peaches and gravy were over for those Red Brigade bastards were over. He ordered the Republican High Guard to conduct a purge of the Leafanistan Protection Forces to root as many of these traitors as possible. He needed to sheild his citizens from the poltical fallout of this attack. He didn't want to see his people die in the name of a madman.

Comrade General was about to go to the bathroom when his aides grabbed him and told him he could pee on the way. He was shoved into a Hawk bus (its like Greyhound!) bound for the border town of Lac'oure. He was told that night he would slip onto the other side to the Protectorate of Ihatestan, where he would be able to disappear.

OOC: I have to sleep now, enjoy the stunning twist, also thanks to Jerobia for purchasing my weapons, and from my calculations your incoming troops will be unaffected by the blast, but should stay away.

The blast completely immolated the entire base, and every last patrol. The Jerobians had failed, and been utterly defeated. When they recieved no response from the base after seeing the detonation, the freighter turned around and headed back home, flags flying at half mast.

OOC: Well, I'm out. I'm not fighting people who nuke me before I can even start to RP.

The blast completely immolated the entire base, and every last patrol. The Jerobians had failed, and been utterly defeated. When they recieved no response from the base after seeing the detonation, the freighter turned around and headed back home, flags flying at half mast.

OOC: Well, I'm out. I'm not fighting people who nuke me before I can even start to RP.

OOC: Boing! Talk about me overdoing it for trying to finish it before I had to sleep.

The Hawk bus was about to reach the town when Republican High Guard troopers burst in and arrested everyone. Comrade General was told his rights and he was accused of the murder of hundreds. The trooper spit on him and told him he was gonig to burn in hell for this. Comrade General shook, he never thought it would end like this, for the first time he didn't feel so righteous anymore.

High Father Statement to all involved.

We of Leafanistan would like to make our sincerest apologies. For too long we have let our forces stagnate and let the Red Brigade prosper. For too long we have ignored their tiny gnat bites. We had no idea that these people would be so serious. And we apologize. We accept responsibility for harboring these terrorists for so long without acting, we should have noticed that so much of the Leafanistan Protection Force was corrupted. As of this day the LPF is to be disbanded, with all former soldiers being investigated. In a stunning raid Comrade General the leader of the Red Brigade has been captured. He will be turned over to international authorities for prosecution, I think I speak for all of us when I say I hope he burns like those innocent men and women did. Leafanistan will send any and all aid necessary to any and all parties involved. We accept some responsibility for the actions taken by some of our nationals. As I speak many more Red Brigade are being arrested by the elite Republican High Guard. All of these people will be handed over for internation prosecution. We send our sincerest apologies to all parties involved and will send aid to all affected parties.

High Father left the press to his aides and sat back down in his chair. He felt so responsible. He cried for the first time in years. He went into his room, he felt like he had failed his "children" as a responsible leader. Perhaps he was getting too old, perhaps he should let the Republican Senate take more control. He took 2 sleeping pills and drifted off to sleep.

Jonas Caesar looked at the report. 18 National Policemen dead from a firefight in Port Edinburgh, 6 more wounded in a rescue attempt. The Jerobian contingent destroyed by a nuclear detonation on HI land, and winds blowing fallout towards the city.

There'd be grave consequences over this, and those responsible would be punished. Even him.

He looked over at his friend Malcolm Boxer, who looked defeated, shamed by matters spiraling out of control.

"How many dead Malcolm?"

"All the Jerobians we rescued. We have roughly 10,000 civilians affected by the fallout of the nuke, we're projecting 3,000 casualties by the end of the week alone. Their base was too close to the city for everyone to be evacuated in time. Worse, we're getting agitation from pundits in the media to respond to Leafanistani involvement with a military strike--"

Caesar cut him off. "No, they'll be none of that. I'm not going to end more soldier's lives for wounded pride. No, there's another way. Find the people who allowed that nuke to fall into the Red Brigade's hands. Kill them, all of them. Make sure it sends a message, General. What about the Tannenmille group?"

"Someone fired on their ship in our harbor. Didn't sink the ship, but killed and injured a great number of people."

Caesar returned to the papers on his desk. "Make sure they get any help they require whatsoever. Reimburse all the parties for monetary damages, especially the Jerobians. They've suffered almost as much as we have. General, I know it sounds hollow, but make sure every soldier that died in the conflict gets the Order of Glengarry medal for this." Boxer got up to leave.

"General," Caesar called after him, "We can't have nukes detonated on our soil again. Not without a similar response. Find someone willing to help spur nuclear weapon development in our nation. We're going to need nukes if this keeps up."

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Losses:
18 National Policemen killed by ambush(entire original ambushed contingent.)
6 National Policemen wounded by ambush
3,181 Civilians killed by the nuclear blast
7,254 affected by the blast's fallout
412 Auxiliary Military Personnel killed or affected by the blast

OOC: Talk about careful what you wished for?
Jerobia and Tannenmille-Send me totals for your destroyed equipment and I'll wire you the money. Also, Hebrides Islandia is earmarking $1 billion in remuneration for families of foreign nationals who perished or were wounded in the conflict on HI's side. It's also earmarking $250,000,000 for cleanup of the area affected by the nuclear blast.

Edit: didn't see the post on the escape of RB personnel. All casualties taken from airstrike removed, as is the airstrike.

Ambassador Shiang of FFM moves out of the Embassy on Caesar Blvd. citing fear of terrorist attacks and the nuclear threat. All documents in the embassy have been burned. Her diplomatic-class black Mercedes, bullet-proved and equiped with foam-filled tires, pulls out of the embassy in the mid-morning after the worktime crush and heads escorted by a entourage of 8 black SUVs heads to a private airfield.

On Fruit and Flower Mountain in a remote nature reserve park rangers and security cleared construction crews are busy constructing an underground complex for the Yellow Brigade cell HQ.
Note: A local self-styled "bandit warlord" is infamous in this region for a prolonged war against the police and park rangers for attempting to curtail his hunting and black market trade in furs.

Capt. Xiao and his spec ops team move in small groups disguised as small businessmen and cilivians towards the Hebridian capital, planning to use cash and move in to different motels around the city.

"Okay, Marines! We have one minute before we hit the LZ. We don't expect it to be hot, but keep your eyes out for any Red Brigade or terrorist bastards. I want them all dead for that nuke blast, you hear? We go in three, two, one.."

The rear docking doors of all thirty Wasps opened at once, spilling out their bounty of Tannenmillian Marines and tanks. Within two hours, all 6,200-some soldiers and 270 tanks were moving around on Hebridesian soil. (OOC: Tell me where you want my troops, and I'll move them there. This is your nation, after all.)

Also OOC: The cost of the damage to the destroyer is around 1,400,000 USD.

IC: To Hebrides Islandia: The Government of Tannenmille greatly appreciates your aid in this, and hopes to become great allys with you even after this war.

To: Hebrides Islandia

UNIverseVERSE condemns the situation in Hebrides Islandia, and is willing
to support them both monetarily and militarily in this conflict. To this end,
we are prepared to send $1,000,000,000,000 (1 trillion) in monetary aid,
and 50,000 Paragons. If you accept, they will be flown over to arrive in
several years. If you accept, these will be flown to your nation within 24 NS
hours to help support your fight against these communist terrorists.

Sincerely, President Jacobus

OOC: Paragons are similar to Sentinels, but not as insane or bloodthirsty. They are enhanced with some cybernetic implants and bionic modifications, as well as some genetic changes. All modifications are within reachability in the next 5-10 years. They are armed with HK 41s, and Tactical Kimber 1911s (silenced with laser pointers). They travel in Blackhawk helicopters, each of which is carrying 12, and is fitted with 2 door mounted M2 Machine guns. The Paragons also carry combat knives, radio equipment, grenades, and wear a modified version of Land Warrior V1. They have extra memory chips implanted in their brains, adding to their knowledge of battle tactics, and some of their suit functions are controllable by thought. They also have ear and eye upgrades, allowing them to see and hear better, but with parts designed to minimise their vulnerability to stun grenades and the likes. Their blood has a more efficient clotting agent, and they have a degree of radiation resistance. Other modifications will be entered when necessary. They are still in an early version, and so can be subject to system problems.

The Red Brigrade soldier kept running. She knew the shit had hit the fan. Comrade General was going to be tried to Genocide, an automatic death sentsense of a lifetime to ass-rape prison. She didn't care anymore. All she cared about was fleeing those bloodthristy marines in the jungle. She found a tree to hide behind. Then she heard the footsteps behind her. She turned around and started firing her FN FAL rifle at the jungle behind her.

OOC: sorry I haven't checked in. Busy day :D Also, this is going to be dealing with several things at once, so if anybody needs to get a handle on time frames, could you discuss it as an OOC post?

IC Communiques:
Tannenmille: Donovan Naval Base on the coast is currently denuded of troops for response to the Port Edinburgh blast. It can hold 3000 personnel total, but should serve as a forward base of operations. Would you like to take possession of the base on a lease basis for extended operations (much like Guantanamo Bay in Cuba, but without the angry fence line.) *Money wired.*

UNIverseVERSE: 50,000 troops in country seems a bit excessive. However a smaller contingent, say 1,000, would serve our purposes well in containing the threat against the FHI. MacDougal Air Base on our northeastern border can easily handle the transport planes you'd need to send.

IC:

Fort Freedonia
Near New Glasgow, Hebrides Islandia 12:14

General Malcolm Boxer checked in with the Tennenmille commander on troop deployment. They'd tracked another FHI site near the Caledon jungle and were sending in the 4th Regiment's 1st Infantry Rangers Company to secure the area.

"Any word on McKinley and his men?" Boxer asked his aide, Lt. Hendrickson.

"Yes, sir. Ready to deploy in New Glasgow to seize an airport suspected of dealing with FHI front organizations. We've also deployed several HTRTs (High Threat Response Teams, SWAT style adjuncts to the National Police) in and around our major cities to deal with possible terrorist incursions like the one in Port Edinburgh."

"Good, radio the Tannenmille commander, we've got a naval base they can use. We've got half our men scrambled to protect Port Edinburgh so there's a portion of our coast that's empty of support. Any word on those UNIverseVERSE troops?" Boxer looked a sheaf of communiques in his hand. Step out for lunch just once...

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McMannis Airfield
New Glasgow, 13:41

McKinley sat on a bench in the back of a van parked near the airfield's main building. The National Police's Intelligence Bureau had furnished them with HTRT uniforms and equipment for this run, plus they'd given them intelligence on the airport. Seems it had been under surveillance for a while.

"Feves, any movement?" McKinley looked over at his spotter, Sgt. LaFevers.

"Nothing, sir. Looks like it's go time." LaFevers shifted his UMP and got ready to burst from a door to head into the airport's offices.

"Ok, radio the NP to stop any incoming traffic. Let's move soldiers!" McKinley opened a door and burst from the van as his men followed, moving with weapons at high ready to guard the man with the battering ram.

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Near Tannenmille Contigent
Somewhere in the Caledon Jungle 14:22

Cpl. Miller looked down on a fire fight in the jungle.

"Geez Louise, look at the size of that army!" Miller looked over at Pvt. Jones, a rookie fresh out of boot as he stared open mouthed at the Tannenmille Marine group.

"Can it, Jones. Alright team, looks like were deploying from rapel lines. Get you asses in gear!" Miller hooked his rope into a hook on the UH-60 that was moving the recon unit in and got ready to repel down. The gunner at the door looked at Miller as he moved closer to the edge.

"Good luck down there, boys. Give 'em hell."

On the deck of the Tandem, Gary looked out at the waves lapping gently against the other ships in the fleet. 'Ironic,' he thought to himself. His thoughts were interrupted when a voice called out.

"Sir? The Hebridesian government is allowing us to use the Donovan Naval Base. Our government back home is working out the price to use it, but I suggest we dock as soon as possible and start communicating what's been happening since we've left harbor."

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"I want each MBT to have 5 troop escorts, and I want them to circle the jungle. I don't want any of these scum licking asses to get out, you hear? Now move!" shouted the man in charge of this stage of Operation: Botulism, Major General Otto Jensen. Otto began shouting again. "The other 4,000 of you spread out and comb that jungle with fine teeth. Keep your finger on your trigger, but don't even think of shooting your own brothers, got it? FÜR TANNENMILLE,"

All 7,291 voices rang out in unison, "FÜR EHRE!"

The tanks started rumbling out.

To: Hebrides Islandia

Very well then. We were considering the possiblity of a full scale war, but if
this happens then we can easily reinforce our military presence.

We will not be needing runways, but enough room to land 100 UH-60L Black
Hawks, and sleeping quarters for 1500 personnel.

We will begin to launch on confirmation.

Yours sincerely, James Tino (Commander, Task Force Pacification)

OOC: A few extra notes: There are only 10 Paragons to a Black Hawk, plus the three standard crew and two door gunners. The door-mounted machine guns are M60s not M2s.
The Black Hawks have been fitted with external fuel tanks to extend their range. They will then stay in your country and provide transport and light support for the Paragons, having had the fuel tanks replaced with 16 Hellfire Missiles. We'll be needing to use ammunition from your supplies, which we will reimburse you for.

Miller and his team hit the ground less than three seconds after they left the safety of the chopper. The gunners in the door of the helicopters transporting them started spraying bullets near the jungle to suppress fire as the ropes detached and the helos moved off.

The radio crackled as the lieutenant relayed orders. "Move into the jungle. And make sure you've got cover boys."

Miller signaled his group to move ahead, and they advanced into the trees slowly, moving their guns slowly around to cover as much as possible. Miller heard a twig snap and looked over at Jones, whose face was red. Then gunfire erupted from one of the trees and Jones spun to the ground, blood spraying from a hit on his arm.

"Return fire!" Miller screamed as he and his squad raised their weapons and let loose towards the muzzle flair.

Loss: 1 Ranger wounded

Current deployment in the jungle:
48 men in 8 squads on the ground
each squad has:
5 XM-8 Automatic Rifles with 5 30-round clips each
1 XM-8 with extended barrel and 5 100-round drums
1 XM-8 Automatic Rifle with 5 30-round clips and attached XM320 Grenade Launcher with 4 grenades
1 XM-8 Automatic Rifle with 5 30-round clips and LSS attached shotgun module with 24 rounds
8 USP sidearms with 3 clips
3 days k-rations
3 days water
All equiped with short range radios and 2 M80 Grenades

Next deployment from 1st Infantry Ranger in 25 minutes

To: UNIverseVERSE Commander Tino
From: Col. Ramsey, HIAF
Subj: Landing

You are hereby authorized to land and MacDougal Air Base for immediate refuel and resupply. We have converted several hangars to serve as temporary quarters, but permanent barracks cannot be located on base. Stuart Army Base is five hours flight away, and can accomidate your troops in much more comfortable surroundings.

Col. Ramsey
Hebrides Islandia Air Force

(OOC: I'm assuming that our nations are within 1100 Nautical Miles of each other)

To: Col. Ramsay, HIAF
From: UNIverseVERSE Commander Tino
Subj: RE: Landing

Certainly. Our flights are taking off now, and should land in approximately 9
hours. We will stop over for one day to refuel and rest at MacDougal Air
Base, then continue again on the following day.

Mareni Forward Air Base - 2300 hrs

The large helicpoter landing stage, bare concrete, lit with powerful arc lamps, and with buildings dotted around the edge of it, was a hive of activity. Small troop buggies dashed about, carrying the Paragons to their Blackhawks. Fuel tankers were pumping in the final drops, and ground crew scurried here and there, with TMP Machine Pistols in shoulder holsters. The Air Launcha Base was surrounded by a tall wall, topped with razor wire, and arrayed with machine gun towers and spotlights. Now, the first 10 Black Hawks were moving towards the launghing area, firing up their engines, and starting to take off. In 10 minutes the next 10 would take off, and so on.

Paragon S9M3 watched out of the door as his helicopter took off, then shut off his conscious brain for the journey ahead. In normal terms, he slept, as did the rest of his comrades. Their pilot, Josef Mannlicher, set the Black Hawk to autopilot, and then started up the system of shifts he had agreed with his co-pilot. Dimly, he watched the sea pass by, and sighed. It was going to be a long night.

Stopped by a squad car and informed of the blocked route to the private air field Ambassador Xiang's convoy turns around and head to the port to take an international cruiseliner, The Chelsea, that makes a stop after a short voyage in Fruit and Flower Mountain.

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Capt. Xiao had contacted agents of the Yellow Brigade in a sleazy topless bar and then in the parking lot had packed the boxes of pamphlets into their vehicles to distribute.
At noon a large crowd of protestors begins to assemble and begins marching down pedestrain mall near the main street of the capital, gaining numbers as it moves. A little free pot has been distributed, boomboxes are blaring, and spirits are high. The marchers peacefully sing socialist slogans and wave signs criticizing Caesar's "oppressive" and dictatorial regime.

The National Police saw the crowd marching on the capitol building and radioed in to headquarters. Since no demonstration or march permit had been filed, the National Police got on the loud speakers of the APCs surrounding the building and ordered the crowd to disperse as they were assembled illegally.

The normal traffic that was being blocked by the protest march started honking and the police traffic control center started to receive irate phone calls from angry citizens.

Capt. James, newly promoted after Capt. Miller's death at the hands of FHI terrorists got in his command helicopter to survey the situation, and ordered water cannon equipped APCs to be moved into position to block the parade.

Time till full deployment of NP assests: 25 minutes.

Second Ranger group on the ground.

The man in the parade was quiet. He wasn't there to protest in this way. He had a much better plan. He had 4 pounds of C4 strapped to him, and he was glad to die for the ideals of Marx. He walked up to an APC and asked the soldier next to it if he was religious. The soldier started to realize what he meant, but it was too late. The man had pushed the button on his device. In less than a second he would cease to be.

The explosion rocked the APC and set it rocketing into the air as it slammed into a building. The peace parade was a shambles, with the protesters dead or dying. Capt. James looked at the scene in disbelief, and order ambulences and HTRTs in. The bomb squad was ready in UH-60 on loan from the Army, and would be on site in less than 5 minutes.

Losses: 9 NP members dead, 1 APC lost, 43 protesters dead, another 64 wounded, 12 bystanders killed by APC.

Green Team waits for their go code. The five FF&M Special Forces boys are hiding on the roof of a Laundromat in the early night under a new moon and some dull, flickering street lamps. Through their night vision goggles they could make out the eight suspected Red Brigade members sitting around the table in the kitchen in the back, smoking and finishing their microwaved dinners.

Equipment
1 PSG sniper rifle
3 silenced UMPs
1 SPAS12 shotgun
Five silenced HK UCP handguns
flashbangs and frag grenades
light body armor and urban cammo

On command, the three armed with UMPs prepare to assault, kicking down the back-alley door of the kitchen and throwing in a flashbang. The sniper waits on the roof and the shotgun waits in reserve.

MacDougal Air Base, 0813 hrs.

The first of the Black Hawks were landing, and pilots, gunners and Paragons alike were moving to their quarters and flopping down to sleep. S9M3 quickly moved over with the rest, and ate, then slept. They slept soundly, not even disturbed by the the rest of the Black Hawks coming in every 10-15 minutes. Tomorrow they would begin a war, today they slept. Commander Tino was in one of the last Black Hawks. He and his command staff watched the waves, and checked their watches. '20 minutes till we can sleep' thought Tino, 'then a war in the morning. I hope there are a few spare beds, otherwise one of the other squads is going to sleep in their Blackhawk.'

Tino is a Paragon, but he is not one of combat forces.

++++++++++Presidential Office++++++++
The president had just settled down to read the morning news over his coffee. Normally he would read the least important bills to the most important, but today something caught his eye. One of the the top headlines had a title about insurgency. The president called his closest friend and advisor, his NSA. The big man, walked in after being summoned.
"yes sir?" he asked "what the matter?"
"A nation seems to have some sort of terrorist uprising, and you know how i feel about terrorists."
"yes sir, i do, whats the plan?"
"Since our airborne troops and 2 divisions are reserved incase of the FC conflict escalates ((OOC i thinks its wound down because no one wants to redo the war)) so get 3-4 division on call"
"Yes sir"

---------Official message-------
Nation of Hebrides Islandia we wish to aide you against this insurgent threat. We are a nation who HATES terrorism and we ask to send as many soldiers as you need to help. Our divisions are on high alert along with our carrier battle groups. On your word they will dispatch imediatly. We wil wait for a response.
-Signed President Revello

Holy Reich of Tannenmille
Aven Tannen, Reichsführer and Commander in Chief of the Armed Forces

Fruit And Flower Mountain - Cease and desist all hostilities against Hebrides Islandia. For your crimes against this nation, hereby submit to you these terms of cessation:

1) You end all hostilities against Hebrides Islandia or its allies (myself included) (Non-negotiable)
2) You end all aid, financially and militarily, currently being offered to Freedom for Hebrides Islandia
3) Your leaders swear fealty to Reichsführer Aven Tannen and loyalty to the Holy Reich of Tannenmille (Non-negotiable)
4) You reduce your military to 300,000 troops or less (including personnel, all wings)
5) 30% of your population swears loyalty to Reichsführer Aven Tannen and loyalty to the Holy Reich of Tannenmille (Only the percentage is negotiable. No less than 20%)
6) You become a suzerainty of Tannenmille
7) 3% of your Gross Domestic Product is sent as tributary to Tannenmille

As part of these terms, you will be protected from foreign invasion by the Imperialkämpfenstaffel (Imperial Combat Squad), the regional army of the United Emperies of Western Daf. You will not be allowed to attack other nations of your own accord, but your military will not be controlled by Tannenmille. We will not remove your socialist government, but we will be controlling your foreign affairs.

The students were poor and couldn't afford much. They sat down to do their daily prayer at supper and thanked the Lord for providing food for them and shelter at so cheap a price. One of them wondered why the previous owners tried to sell to them so quickly. Then he stopped caring as a bright light filled the room along with a ear shattering sound. He fell to the ground. Those that could see threw up their hands and surrendered to the troops. One wet his pants.

Holy Reich of Tannenmille
Aven Tannen, Reichsführer and Commander in Chief of the Armed Forces

Fruit And Flower Mountain - Cease and desist all hostilities against Hebrides Islandia. For your crimes against this nation, hereby submit to you these terms of cessation:

1) You end all hostilities against Hebrides Islandia or its allies (myself included) (Non-negotiable)
2) You end all aid, financially and militarily, currently being offered to Freedom for Hebrides Islandia
3) Your leaders swear fealty to Reichsführer Aven Tannen and loyalty to the Holy Reich of Tannenmille (Non-negotiable)
4) You reduce your military to 300,000 troops or less (including personnel, all wings)
5) 30% of your population swears loyalty to Reichsführer Aven Tannen and loyalty to the Holy Reich of Tannenmille (Only the percentage is negotiable. No less than 20%)
6) You become a suzerainty of Tannenmille
7) 3% of your Gross Domestic Product is sent as tributary to Tannenmille

As part of these terms, you will be protected from foreign invasion by the Imperialkämpfenstaffel (Imperial Combat Squad), the regional army of the United Emperies of Western Daf. You will not be allowed to attack other nations of your own accord, but your military will not be controlled by Tannenmille. We will not remove your socialist government, but we will be controlling your foreign affairs.

Transmission from Leafanistan, Office of High Father.

You have thrown your weight around well and while we oppose terrorist nations we can't help but feel that this is a bit much. You can use military forces to stop them but violating their soviergnty is a bit much. War is a very expensive accord, and while you may be strong now, when public opinion sways after a long drawn out conflict, well, we have another 'Nam. I urge your to reconsider your "request".

Signed,
High Father
Office of High Father
The Glorious Republic of Leafanistan

I know they're harsh. They're meant to be harsh, and will be negotiated down to more reasonable numbers that both parties will agree on.

I know they're harsh. They're meant to be harsh, and will be negotiated down to more reasonable numbers that both parties will agree on.

OOC: Scare tactics eh?

Whatever, as long as the terms preserve F&FM's soverignty we have no problem. You can expect logistical support and as a show of good will we shall give you 3 Bravo-class AS Destroyers. These are one of the newest destroyers we have designed and come with a Microwave LASER CIWS for anti-missile use.

30 Exocet missiles mounted in 10 pods, 364 lb warhead, skims above water at 8ft, kills all but the largest and heavily armored ships
2 (one rear, one front) 5-in cannon
4 Tactical Microwave LASER pods for anti-microchip use (Anti-missile use) mounted 2 on each side.
10 .50 cal Browning MGs for close range anti-missile, aircraft, LAB (Light-Attack-Boat use)
2 25 mm Autocannons for anti-aircraft use

Not so much scare tactics as getting the point across that we won't stand for open, government-aided support of terrorist organizations. We will preserve F&FM's sovereignty in domestic affairs, but as a suverainty they will have foreign affairs controlled thru me. (this won't be enforced, because I'm not posting on F&FM's behalf on the forums)

Porell City, Tannenmille
1120 hrs
"Any word from Fruit and Flower Mountain?" asked Reichsführer Aven Tannen, sitting behind his mahogany desk in the capital city of Tannenmille. His eyes had become duller than usual, all the conflicts internationally that Tannenmille was involved in beginning to take their toll on the leader. He was thankful that none of his Marines had died overseas, but wanted all of it to end. To return to the happy, peaceful days of Tannenmille.

The dark red-uniformed man blinked and replied, "No, sir."

Aven grunted. Damn, he thought. Do they think they can simply ignore us? He turned back to the man, Jonas Andersen, and asked, "What of our contingent in Hebrides Islandia? How are the General and Admiral Tunden?"

"They are still searching the forests. Nothing much has been found, but we did recover two laptops. Our cryptanalysts are working on cracking it as we speak, sir."

"Excellent!" Aven shouted. "Simply excellent. Whatever news you have, you report to me immediately, Jonas."

"Of course, sir," Jonas replied. Raising his fist to his heart, he swore, "Für Tannenmille."

Returning the salute, Aven swore, "Für Ehre."

Jonas turned and walked from the room.

--I--I--

Tannenmillian Contingent, Hebrides Islandian Jungle
Fire Team Quelle
0900 hrs

As each fireteam marched through the thick jungles on rotating schedules, Private Louis Schable let his mind wander to his home, his family. For the past week, nothing had turned up even though the Tannenmillians had combed around thirty percent of the jungle. As he started to think of his two children, his boot caught on something and sent him falling to the wet jungle floor.

"Quelle halte!" shouted Corporal Sebastian Kunstler. "What did you trip on, Schable? Your own bloody feet?" The two other soldiers in the team smiled, supressing laughter.

"I don't know...this big black thing," Schable responded, still shaken and embarassed from his fall. He handed the "black thing", which happened to be a suitcase, to one of his fellow team members.

"Give me that," Cpl. Sebastian said urgently. After cutting a lock off the briefcase, he threw it open to reveal a high-end laptop with a red star on the back of the screen. Eyes wide, Sebastian looked to the other three and shouted, "Get me an ATV out here now! This has to go to General Friedrich. We've recovered a Red Brigade laptop."

The lone soldier ran deeper into the jungle. He was the remainder of the Red Brigade at Alpha-site. His mission? He was to plant infected laptops with large numbers of viruses and trojan horses into the debrie in the hopes it will do some damage to the enemy troops who recovered it. He ran to a tree and started climbing. After weeks of being in this jungle he knew it like the back of his hand. He climbed into the intermediate layer to his thinly built hideout. He clutched his FN FAL rifle and looked down, hoping they wouldn't spot him.

Leafanistan Capital City: Concord: Trial of Comrade General

Judge: Comrade General you have been charged with dozens of counts of conspiracy, murder, subversion, sedition, high treason, genocide, terrrorism and more. What do you say for yourself?

Comrade General: I plead Innocent and I like to exercise my 15th Article right not to incriminate myself in this courthouse.

Judge: Stenographer make a note of that. And.

Suddenly the courtroom was filled with a booming noise, the heavy oak doors flew off their hinges, security raised their pistols but SMG fire quickly put them down. The judge ran for cover as the jury and press hid. Troopers wearing only black stormed the enterance revealing dead guards outside, they grabbed Comrade General and jumped out of the courthouse's 1st story window. They landed outside where several black SUVs picked them up. Quickly Sungri Scouts (light-recon vehicles) were deployed and started firing on the SUVs. One was taken down while a man with an RPG emerged from the top. He fired on the lead Scout and destroyed it, the others dropped back. The SUV headed onto the freeway. The other end? The Protectorate of Ihatestan and freedom for Comrade General. However it wouldn't be easy. The Republican High Guard had set up a roadblock at the end with BMP-2 APCs, AVT-90M tanks, semi-trucks and helicoptors. They were sure they wouldn't get past them.

Donovan Naval Base, Hebrides Islandia
1030 hrs

General Otto Friedrich shifted in his chair. It had already been a week, and nothing had been found except for debris. No survivors. Just bodies and guns. If another week passed without any developments, he would request to Aven that they pull out.

He looked down at all the paper diagrams and notes on his metal desk. He had always preferred doing things the old-fashioned way, even if he could just click and drag on a computer to shift troops. It was much more alive when he had to erase each squadron himself and reposition them on the map. To him, each casualty was deeply personal, as he began to know people without actually knowing them. It was odd, he knew, but he would continue to use it until he died.

"Sir! Urgent package from Corporal Sebastian Kunstler. Says he found a Red Brigade laptop." explained a man wearing the blood red uniform of the Tannenmillian Intelligence Bureau.

"Send him in immediately," replied Friedrich. His accent was faintly German, with a noticable slur that made him sound perpetually drunk. It was ironic that he had this slur, as he hated anything with alcohol. That was the least of his concerns, however, as he was anxious to get into the system, to analyze whatever information that could be found.

"Aye, sir!" the TIB officer said, clapping his fist to his heart. Otto returned the salute, and the officer turned briskly and walked out of the tent. A few seconds later, another man, this time shorter and leaner, came in, wearing the same bloodred uniform that easily marks the Intelligence Bureau. Two heavily armed guards also walked in with him and posted themselves at the door. The tag above the diamond that showed the man's rank read simply "Tchn Goodkind". Without speaking, Goodkind removed the laptop from a gold-plated case it had been transported in and set it on Otto's desk. He then shut the case and walked out. The guards stayed.

Otto flipped the screen up and pressed the button with the "Power" symbol on it. A series of messages scrolled past the screen, too fast for him to read. Then he came to a login prompt. He took one of the five password-cracking supercomputers from one of his drawers and attached it to the Firewire port. Less than two seconds later, the screen winked black and thick black smoke started wisping from the supercomputer. Otto looked at the machines, puzzled. Suddenly, a picture of the Grim Reaper appeared on the laptop's screen. Text poured over the screen, changing the shape of the Reaper somewhat as the text fitted itself to the image, and then a soft explosion in the hardware caused the machine to wink off.

Fruit and Flower Mountain foreign embassies release an official press announcement:

"Fruit and Flower Mountain does not support terrorist organizations. We recognize FHI as an independant nation, and have done naught but send a small ammount of economic aid. The people of Fruit and Flower Mountain are deepy offended by your accusations of military aid. There are no known FFM military personnel in Hebrides Islandia or FHI. The teachers and specialists that we had sent to help our fledging neighbor have been largely pulled out as the situation is no longer deemed safe for civilians."

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Capt. Xiao recieved news of the failed raid. Intelligence reports from their Yellow Brigade operatives was becoming spotty at best. He suspected that the organization was near collapse, especially with the heightened military and police prescence. Too many agents had been caught, and the disasterous protest march certainly hadn't helped.
He ordered all his troops to withdraw to suburban hideouts in cities not far from the ramshackle FHI bases hidden in the poor, swampy farming region bordering the jungle.
One small special forces unit is to remain in the capital, making no moves and keeping quiet, in case it is needed. They hole up in several motels across the city paying with cash.

The secret Yellow Brigade HQ hidden in one of the Fruit and Flower Mountain's many island nature preserves is finished. The park rangers carefully patrol the area, checking all visitors under the (very real) pretence of patrolling for poachers.

The self-styled warlord (fugitive poacher and police-killer) Chiang and his band of AK47 toting lackeys have not been able to get near the complex - although they have uncovered a little information having tortured and boiled alive several park rangers. Warlord Chiang and his men however are more interested in selling their large stocks of elephant tusks and monkey pelts on the black market.

Message from the office of the Presidency of the People's Republic of Arabistania

To: Fruit and Flower Mountain

The People's Republic of Arabistania would like to offer it's support and solidarity with the FFM in the face of fascist and imperialist aggression from the tyrannies of Hebrides Islandia, Jerobia and Tannemille.

Reject the foolish offer to give your nations independence up to these fascist regimes.

We will provide FULL MILITARY SUPPORT for you in the event of a war between FFM and Jerobia/Hebrides Islandia/Tannemille.

The People's Republic of Arabistania will provide the following support for the FFM in the event of an imperialist attack:

* 170,000 fighters from the Revolutionary Militia.

* 4,500 suicide bombers.

* 4 patrol gunships.

* 45 T-62 Tanks.

* 60 T-55 Tanks.

* 80 BMP-150 APC.

* 15 suicide bomber speed boats.

My your great Socialist State prosper and stay free from fascist tyranny.

To: The imperialist agressors of Jerobia/Hebrides Islandia/Tannemille

Cease your evil imperialist threats against Fruit and Flower Mountain (FFM).

Tannemille/Hebrides Islandia/Jerobia, you must follow these demands and collectively all three of you should do the following:

1.) Tannemille, drop your foolish demand for protectorate status on FFM.

2.) Tannemille and Jerobia, withdrawl ALL troops, agents and staff from both your respective security agencies from Hebrides Islandia and cease all military support for that nation.

3.) Tannemille and Jerobia, stop all diplomatic and economic support for Hebrides Islandia.

4.) Hebrides Islandia, cease all requests for outside intervention and refuse any new offers of support from outside your nation.

5.) Hebrides Islandia, STOP ALL military action by your forces against the freedom fighters of the FHI.

6.) Hebrides Islandia, call a ceasfire and listen to the just demands of the FHI and free ALL FHI freedom fighters held in your barbaric prisons.

IF THESE 6 DEMANDS ARE NOT MET THEN THE PEOPLE'S REPUBLIC OF ARABISTANIA WILL DECLARE WAR ON ALL THREE NATIONS AND WILL SUPPORT BOTH WITH FIGHTERS AND CHEMICAL WEAPONS THE FHI FORCES.

From the President of the People's Republic of Arabistania

Sayeed Qutb

* 170,000 fighters from the Revolutionary Militia.
Oh no, I'm quivering. Jerobia's been out of the fight since page 2 or 3, and Hebrides Islandia isn't even imperialistic. They were attacked first.

* 4,500 suicide bombers.
Please. We'll shoot them at a distance.

* 4 patrol gunships.
What kind of gunships?

* 45 T-62 Tanks.
Ooh damn. I have 2,300 M3 Bradley Tanks as well as 800 Challenger 2 MBTs.

* 60 T-55 Tanks.
Those were introduced in the 50's.

* 80 BMP-150 APC.
Please don't make up vehicles on the spot to aid your RPing.

* 15 suicide bomber speed boats.
Specs?


1.) Tannemille, drop your foolish demand for protectorate status on FFM.
It wasn't a protectorate status, it was a suzerainty status. Protectorates have more domestic power.

2.) Tannemille and Jerobia, withdrawl ALL troops, agents and staff from both your respective security agencies from Hebrides Islandia and cease all military support for that nation.
No.

3.) Tannemille and Jerobia, stop all diplomatic and economic support for Hebrides Islandia.
No.

If you dare threaten the Holy Reich of Tannenmille, I will summon the Imperialkämpfenstaffel, the combined militaries of the United Emperies of Western Daf, to squash you. The IKS consists of approximately 11.2 million men and women, logistics included. At a 3:1 logistics ratio, that is 2,809,971 soldiers ready to glass your nation. Do not attempt to threaten us.

"Fruit and Flower Mountain does not support terrorist organizations. We recognize FHI as an independant nation, and have done naught but send a small ammount of economic aid. The people of Fruit and Flower Mountain are deepy offended by your accusations of military aid. There are no known FFM military personnel in Hebrides Islandia or FHI. The teachers and specialists that we had sent to help our fledging neighbor have been largely pulled out as the situation is no longer deemed safe for civilians."


does not support terrorist organizations
- You aided the Freedom for Hebrides Islandia group after they had attacked a military base.

small ammount of economic aid
- $10,000,000USD is not very small for an organization.

no known FFM military personnel
- We find it hard to believe that the superiors in FFM were unaware of the fact that the ambassador was in on Cpt Xiao's "aid" of the Yellow Brigade. Captain Xiao was a "specialist", I'm sure.

have been largely pulled out
- That means there are still FFM operatives in Hebrides Islandia, does it not?

Message from the office of the Presidency of the People's Republic of Arabistania

To: Tannenmille

It is good to see that the imperialists of Jerobia have left Hebrides Islandia.

In light of your revelation concerning the military strength of your nation, the People's Republic of Arabistania has decided to drop ALL demands made on the nation of Tannenmille.

However those demands that Arabistania has made on the fascist regime in Hebrides STILL stand.

With regards to the threats made by the nation of Tannenmille to FFM, the People's Republic of Arabistania would like to offer this compromise:

Arabistania will pay Tannenmille 70 million USD AND cover ALL cost incured by Tannenmille in its operations in Hebrides Islandia, in return for Tannenmille to stop ALL threats and demands it has made on FFM.

I hope this generous and fair minded offer will be considered by the regime of Tannenmille.

From the President of the People's Republic of Arabistania

Sayeed Qutb

We will accept, if:

1) Arabistania donates $70,000,000 (Seventy million USD) as tributary to the Holy Reich of Tannenmille. Additionally, they are to pay to us $1,500,000 (One million, five hundred thousand USD) for all troop movement and Operations costs.

2) Fruit and Flower Mountain removes any and all remaining operatives from Hebrides Islandia.

3) Fruit and Flower Mountain turns over all those responsible for aiding the Yellow Brigade to either Tannenmille or Hebrides Islandia.

4) Annually, Fruit and Flower Mountain gives 2% of its GDP to Hebrides Islandia. After two decades, this term is voided. This is for the aiding of an insurrectionary force that was working to overthrow the government of Hebrides Islandia.

5) Arabistania releases a public statement apologizing for calling the Holy Reich of Tannenmille and Hebrides Islandia "imperialist agressors".

If these terms are met, amnesty will be bestowed upon all parties involved. Tannenmillian troops will remain in Hebrides Islandia, but will not fire upon any FFM civilians or troops. We will merely stay behind to look for Red Bridage/Yellow Brigade things that have been left behind.

Thank you,
Aven Tannen
Reichsführer of the Holy Reich of Tannenmille

Oh, and the Jerobians left because most of them were killed in a nuclear blast on Hebridesian soil.

OOC: Arabistania theres no way a new nation with a basket case economy could support those armed force figures. I propose you edit that or be ignored because you would like advance 4 miles in there air run out of fuel and die. Remember you need money to support the army and logistics and fuel.

IC:
The president had watching this situation with keen interest. An anti-terrorist advocate himself he was fiercely opposed to this uprising.
"Sir" said his NSA "we have a new report for you"
"Lemme hear it" replied the president
"It seems that a nation called arabistania is making demands that all imperialist nations backed down. Also another nation that supported the terrorist group has backed down"
The president laughed
"im going to send out my responses"

TO: Arabistania
From: HailandKill
Concerning: <No Subject>

Arabistania, it is laughable that you try to threaten all nations defending Hebredis Island agaisnt this terrorist group. Your demands are ridiculous. We support tannenmille's response to your demand and am glad that you have decided to back down. If you do not follow Tannenmilles demands you will have another emeny on your hands.

To: Tannenmille
We support you and Hebredis Island in your putting down of this terrorist faction. Any support needed will be granted immediatly. Also we will help if any operatives left of FFM (OOC: If any, it does say there might be) make any moves.

Message from the office of the Presidency of the People's Republic of Arabistania

To: Tannenmille

The People's Republic of Arabistania will agree to point 1.

Points 2, 3, and 4 are for the nation of FFM to decide upon. I had hoped that they would of given their response to my offer by now, but they haven't.

I cannot enforce points 2, 3, and 4, so that is something that can only be sorted out between Tannenmille and FFM.

But if FFM fails to meet those three demands, then Arabistania will NOT involve itself in the response that Tannenmille will take against FFM.

Arabistania retracts the statement it made regarding Tannenmille being imperialist, but Arabistania will NOT stop calling the regime of Hebrides Islandia fascist.

What would the position of the government of Tannenmille be regarding military action taken against Jerobia by Arabistania?

71.5 MILLION USD WIRED INTO THE BANK ON TANNENMILLE.

From the President of the People's Republic of Arabistania

Sayeed Qtub

This nation is glad to see that Arabistania has backed down and given reperation money where due. We still offer support to Tannenmille against any of these nations if military action is required.

OOC: If your going to invade another nation remember what i said about costs and your army. If its two brand new nations, well thats different but if hes got age over you you are quite fucked bad. Remember an army needs money and it looks like yours doesnt have it. Oh yea 170,000 planes? i havent seen the largest of nations with an airforce that large and the money to even back it. what planes are they? One prop wright bros style?

Porell City, Tannenmille
2330 hrs

"Mein leiter," said a man wearing the tan of the Tannenmillian Ministry of Foreign Affairs. He stood in the doorway to Reichsführer Aven Tannen's exuberant offices. When the Reichsführer looked up, he clamped his fist to his chest in the traditional Tannenmillian salute. Just above his thumb was the Tannenmillian Diamond, an embossed pin that all officers of Tannenmille wore. His was bronze with one quadrant emblazoned in a deep red - the sign of a high-ranking Interior officer. Just to the right of that was his nametag. It read "Min. Randels."

"Come in," Aven said. He watched the man walk spryly to one of the rich leather chairs that sat in front of his desk. "What of Arabistania?"

"They have backed down," Minister Randels said, just a hint of a smile at his lips. "But there is more."

Curiosity piqued, Aven licked his lips and asked, "Is it good or bad?"

"I'm relieved to say that it is good. I know that over the past week the dealings with Hebrides Islandia and the Yellow Brigade haven't gone well, so the news should please you."

Aven took off his glasses and rested them on the desk. "I would hope so, Nathan," he yawned, pinching at the top of his nose, near his eyes. He had been awake since 4 A.M.

With that, Minister Randels spoke. "A new nation, HailandKill, has offered support if we need it in dealing with the Yellow Brigade."

Still yawning, Aven managed to get out, "Ahh, we don't need any help. I appreciate the gesture, but I don't want more lives to be risked just because of some college kids and their air strip bombings. Let them know that Tannenmille and Hebrides Islandia pretty much have things under control."

"Yes, mein leiter," said Nathan, rising. "Für Tannenmille," he swore, again bringing his fist to his heart.

"Für Ehre," returned Tannen, standing and bringing his fist to heart.

Minister Nathan Randels turned and walked from the room.

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Statement to the Government of Arabistania
We thank you for retracting your comments about our nation. We regret that you don't do the same for Hebrides Islandia, but that is a concern between your two nations. No military action will be taken upon Arabistania in the event that FFM does not accept my terms, as the terms affecting you have been accepted and dealt with.

As for military action, Tannenmille would consider it laughable. However, considering Jerobian personnel were dead or otherwise inactive within Hebrides Islandia at the time of the arrival of the Tannenmillian 1st Shocktrooper Brigade, we are not aligned with them. We would look down upon military action, but seeing as you are fledgling, we do not worry for Jerobian lives.

Message from the office of the President of the People's Republic of Arabistania

The Revolutionary People's Assembly (parliament) of the People's Republic of Arabistania has voted 99% in favour of a plan put forward to the international community by the Supreme Revolutionary Leader, President Sayeed Qtub.

This proposal asks all nations to involve themselves in establishing dialogue between the regime of the Hebrides Islandia and the resistance movement FHI.

It should be based upon an end to the civil war and for both the forces of the government of Hebrides Islandia and the FHI to lay down their arms.

It should also enable a way for the FHI to enter into electoral politics and for the FHI to be treated as a democratic party with the same rights as other political groups in the country.

Upon the conclusion of these talks, elections should be held, with the FHI being allowed to contest these elections and for the regime to accept whatever result the people give with their votes.

This would be in the best interests of the government, the FHI, Tallenmille and most importantly the people of the Hebrides Islandia.

On another note, besides a few old transport planes, the Revolutionary Armed Forces of Arabistania do NOT have any fighter jets.

Our past offer of 170,000 fighters refered to the men and women in the Revolutionary Militia, which stands at 235,000 strong at this moment in time.

From the President of the People's Republic of Arabistania

Sayeed Qtub

(OOC: A better phrase might have been militiamen)

IC: MacDougal Airbase, 1000 hrs

The Paragons were taking off again, this time with 16 Hellfire Missiles on the outside of their helicopters instead of 4 drop tanks. The Paragons were on the move again, to Stuart Army Base, from where they would conduct search and engage operations.

Stuart Amy Base, 1648 hrs

The last of the Black Hawks has just landed, and the Paragons briefly stretch their legs before climbing back in and readying for takeoff. S9M3 sat in his Black Hawk, and watched as, for the third time in two days, they took off and flew away, fanning out across the jungle.

While it was quite possible that this sweep would return nothing, the intelligence boys were working on finding more precise locations for the next sweeps and attacks.

Breadston, Leafanistan

The Leafanistan National Police Academy was just finishing its graduation ceremony. The new recruits were smiling as they had all graduated. They then continued on a bus ride to another Academy were they would learn more advanced skills. A few miles ahead a car accident had occured. A police cruiser arrived but there was nary a sound; just the dripping of blood from the cabin of the cruiser. A Red Brigade mercenary was sitting behind the car accident waiting. He knew what they had paid him for; terror and fear amoung those who presecuted him. He didn't care though. It way just another job, kids or not, the Red Brigade paid him well, so he would do it. The staged accident was a good plan until the cruiser showed up, but his M4 Carbine finished the job well. The explosives in the roadway would send the bus hurtling down the side onto the rocky beach about 90 feet below. However the police radio was getting itchy because "Unit Adam-1-12" wasn't responding. It wouldn't be long until more arrived to find out what happened, so he prayed to whatever dieties were out there to speed that bus up. Then he heard it. The sound of a bus engine, he peeked over the side and saw it. He could see the drivers face, he could see just what his reaction will be. He saw the bus slow down, it drove over the mine.

-KABOOM-

The explosion knocks an axle off the bus, it flies off the road onto the beach below. The mercenary jumps into his car and drives off. He would collect the rest of the payment tonight.

Leafanistan-Ihatestan border; Republican High Guard Blockade

The soldiers waited at their blockade, guns trained on the road in front of them. Waiting for Comrade General and his goons to appear. They wondered how much longer it would take. An automated microwave LASER anti-missile truck went off, a RPG round exploded mid-air nearby, the soldiers realized it was an ambush, the helicoptors gained altitude and started scanning the forest next to the freeway. However that was it. No SUV exited the tunnel leading to the border. Comrade General had disappeared into thin air.

Leafanistan Capital City: Concord

High Father read the latest report, and he threw it away. Once again the Red Brigade had eluded the elite Republican High Guard, once again they have struck killing police recruits. High Father had enough. He ordered the border screenings to triple, wanted blood tests for any person leaving Leafanistan, he wanted to find this madman and send him to hell.

Hebrides Islandia, 1830 hrs

Black Hawk 9 skimmed across the jungle, charting it's course back to Stuart Army Base. The pilot, Josef Mannlicher, switched on his radio to check in, as was the protocol.
'"Control, this is Black Hawk Nine checking in. Negative so far"'. Suddenly, he spotted a convoy of 6 trucks, fitted with machine guns, moving down the winding jungle road. '"Wait. We have possible hostiles. I'll do a flyby then check back in. Over"'
'"Affirmative. Over"'
The Black Hawk dipped and turned towards the convoy. As it flew across, the trucks opened fire, but the few hits glanced off the helicopter, and armed men, presumably terrorists, jumped out and took up positions.
"Yep, they're hostiles."
'"Control, we have a confirmed contact. Over"'
'"Roger that, engage at will. Over"'

Josef spun the helicopter, and fired four Hellfire missiles at the trucks. Changing weapons, he engaged one of the remaining trucks with his 30mm cannon, while the Paragons rappeled to the ground and took up combat stances, opening up and killing a couple dozen terrorists in the opening moments of the combat. The terrorists returned fire with their FN FALs, doing absolutely no damage apart from a damaged dog tag on one of the Paragons. The Paragons threw forward a volley of grenades, and ducked into cover, keeping up a storm of firepower all the time.

Josef had now shot his target to pieces, and dispatched a missile at the remaining one, destroying it in one shot and simeltaneously killing a dozen and a half terrorists. At this point in the battle three and a half dozen terrorists were dead, and no damage had been done to the UNIverseVERSEian forces. However, this time the return fire was marginally more effective, with S9M3 taking a round through the shoulder, which put him down and would take him out soon. Enraged, the rest of his squad increased the torrent of fire they were laying down, and gunned down thirty or forty terrorists, with S9M3 putting two more down with his handgun before passing out to conserve blood.

The battle continued viciously for a few more minutes, but the remaining terrorists were quickly shot down, and the last couple were taken in for interrogation.
'"Control, this is Black Hawk Nine. Contact complete, OPFOR neutralized. We have one wounded, and two prisoners for interrogation. Over"'
'"Affirmative, proceed to base. Over"'
'"Roger that. Over and out"' Josef moved the cyclic, and guided the Black Hawk toward base. The first contact of the war was over, and the Paragons had triumphed.

OOC: Usually you don't set casuality statistics for the enemy that is usually considered God-modding, I would have liked to have returned fire with RPG-7s.

Office of High Father
GRL

Start Transmission to Arabistania

High Father has deemed it necessary that you step down from these positions that the FHI, or their Red Brigade allies are in any way, shape or form an autonomous body. Talks cannot be opened with them as they want one thing, the dismantling of the current legitimate government of HI via terrorist actions. Many civilians, innocents, that the FHI and Red Brigrade say they are protecting and liberating have been killed. These people are clearly just power-hungry mongrels who wish to take over. Many of High Father's troops have died including his son who was killed when a Red Brigade Heatseeking missile shot down a transport plane going to North Mack on an aid mission. The Red Brigade said it was to protect North Mack from our "evil influences". No good can come from these organizations and they should be hunted down and jailed for their crimes against humanity. High Father will give you an ultimatum, step back from the FHI and HI situation. You are out of your league and you've picked the wrong team to back.

End Transmission

OOC:
Arabistania how does a nation of your size have an army of roughly 250,000. An army should really only e 1-2% of your nations overal size. Also with a basket case economy rating its unlikely you could even support this army. I dont mean to be a GDP nerd or anything but theres gotta be some agreed upon setting on how econony works and its the NS rating if all else fails. I still am willing to help to fught against the HI insurgency if anyone want me too.

OOC:
Arabistania how does a nation of your size have an army of roughly 250,000. An army should really only e 1-2% of your nations overal size. Also with a basket case economy rating its unlikely you could even support this army. I dont mean to be a GDP nerd or anything but theres gotta be some agreed upon setting on how econony works and its the NS rating if all else fails. I still am willing to help to fught against the HI insurgency if anyone want me too.

OOC:Well rabid dictatorship governments can have a larger percentage, up to like 10% standing army though I have heard of psychotic governments where 30% of the people are soldiers because those who are deemed strong are raised to be that. Technically Militiamen aren't standing army, and I train everyone above age 8 on how to use a gun, (pistol, SMG, AR), part of Leafanistan. So I guess militia sorta count but they are usually incompetent, have poor leadership and morale, so if that is the case then maybe we should allow 250,000 poorly trained, morale-less, incompetently led troops come attack us. My tank commanders could use the thumb exercise.

Fruit and Flower Mountain denies all knowledge of this so-called Capt. Xiao and again denies any military involvement.

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A Yellow Brigade operative in the capital, a low-level government functionary, stalks General Boxer's movements around the capital buildings. Usually from afar, he tries to notes Boxer's walking paths between the buildings - when he crosses the plaza, whether he smokes outside - and other tendencies, and habits. He carries a small notebook and a ballpoint pen and dresses for the office.


OOC:

Leafanistan: Hebrides Islandia and I have been talking about creating a closed RP game in which the Yellow (& Red?) Brigade vie for control of a new nationstate on our borders controlled by another friend. Would you be interested in joining if we put it togeather? There might be slightly larger scale conflicts, but all military action would be confined to the new state.

OOC: Good call. Sorry about that, all of my recent terrorist RP has been RP both sides, but try and make it realistic, so I'm a bit out of practice. Could you let this one slide, and I'll do better next time. OK?

IC: The UNIverseVERSEian forces landed again at Stuart Army base, having taken very lightweight losses. They had lost one Black Hawk to an RPG, and all but three of the Paragons had perished in the crash. Those three were now camping out in the jungle, awaiting rescue. They would sweep again in a couple days, with proper intelligence. Unfortunately, the Red Brigade were now alerted to their presence and capabilities, and so the battle would be harder next time.

An extremely well paid Ice Cream Truck driver with secret Marxist leanings drives slowly down one of the roads near the capital buildings at the agreed time. A Hummer limo pulls up infront on him, stalling by the curb. As two well dressed business men, one holding a champagne bottle, walk down the sidewalk with a pretty 30-year-old woman (one of General Boxer's secretaries) stumbling between them. Her head is pressed onto one of the men's shoulders, and his hand cradles her head (carefully pressing a drugged handkerchief against her face, hidden against his coat).

One of the omnipresent downtown cops strolls down the sidewalk a ways back. And several policemen on horseback patrol the nearby plaza.

Several men and women in business suits, a couple with champagne flutes get out of the limo and greet the trio. After the ensuing chaos of greetings, they all start bundling into the Hummer limo.

The Ice Cream Truck man sells a iceceam in a kiddie-cone to a passerby.

Leafanistan: Hebrides Islandia and I have been talking about creating a closed RP game in which the Yellow (& Red?) Brigade vie for control of a new nationstate on our borders controlled by another friend. Would you be interested in joining if we put it togeather? There might be slightly larger scale conflicts, but all military action would be confined to the new state.

OOC: I'll take it! Though we should state resources, so we don't all just flood each other with reinforcements, should I make the puppet nation? Should the puppet nation be contolled by some of us?

In other OOC news did anyone notice Arabistania just vanished, I guess it was the threat of war. Not so ballsy now are ye?

The Paragons sat huddled around a fire, watching for any threat. A lone Red Brigade sniper carrying a 12.7 mm (.50) Anti-Material rifle was lining up a shot, as soon as he took it, he would head for his Sungri Scout and drive up the river bank to Zulu-site, he aimed carefully, took the one that looked like the commanding officer, and fired the 12.7 mm round at nearly Mach 3.

Reichsführer Aven Tannen
Rel Palace, Porell City, Tannenmille
0600 hrs

To all parties concerned:
Tannenmille has chosen to withdraw its troops from Hebrides Islandia. We thank the government of Hebrides Islandia for their generous use of one of their naval bases, and $1,000,000USD has been wired to their account as thanks. We feel as though the conflicts are moving away from Hebrides Islandia to places we wish not to send our troops currently. If you want, however, we can continue diplomatic relations, and perhaps even establish an alliance.

Signed,
Rsfr Aven Tannen

OOC: None of the Paragons are really commandining officers, just more respected. Each knows his place, so you've just killed one.
Also, they probably wouldn't be around a fire without at least one on watch. Mind if I let him tag your man?

IC: S17M5 was sitting by the fire, opposite S17M3. Nothing much was happening, it was a quiet night. Suddenly, S17M3's head exploded, followed by a sharp report. To most men it would have been temporarily deafening, but to the Paragon's ears it was only the sound of a 9mm. He immediately rolled over and brought his rifle up, firing a quick burst into where he though the bullet had come from.

A few minutes ago, S17M4 was completing his patrol, when he heard a twig snap. Silently, he approached the noise, and saw a sniper lying down and readying his rifle. Moving as stealthily as he could, he found a firm branch and rested his G41 on it, holding it from above with one hand, and switching it to fully automatic. He slowly squeezed down the trigger, but, before he finished the motion, the sniper fired. Instantly, he depressed it completely, letting the rifle empty itself into the mans back. It should kill any normal man - even with body armor.

The sniper felt the bullets enter his back, he felt the wind get knocked out of him. He couldnt' scream, he just let the darkness envelop him.