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[OoC: Alright. I'm a small nation of six million or so, maybe ten million by the time anyone reads this. This is my first RP on NationStates (but I'm no newbie at RPing), just tell me if I violate any general rule that is in NS. Thanks. Also constructive critism please.]

Twenty-Three Miles outside of Busko,Automail...

Bert Eberly peered threw his benoculars, threw the thickness of the trees he saw a complex. The complex rose two stories into the air and looked similar to a court house. He could already see outlines of people in the windows, he could even see the shuffling of bushes as people moved around. How much support does these people have anyway? Bert was already surprised that his team and himself had been called in to deal with these dissenters. He continued to view the complex and counted at least thirty five, maybe fourty five people, at least at the windows. Since he couldn't see anyone else, he decided to add an extra twenty ontop of that number, since there could be severa more in the forest around the complex, and several more inside the building. He pulled down his benoculars and grabbed his radio: "I count fifty-five," Bert said into the device. A voice from the other side confirmed that they had recieved it, it was the voice of Shawn Ryan, he was Bert's second-in-command. "Gilbert, are you in position?" asked Bert. A reply from Gilbert confirmed that he was indeed in position with his rifle. Bert placed little faith in an assault like this if there was no sniper present, snipers could be a lethal scout unit as well as a support unit. "Good, Sonora do you have the basics ready to go?" asked Bert. "Roger, fifteen basics ready to go," she replied back. Bert confirmed her reply; basics were regular soldiers and not suited for special ops, Bert had only requested them since his six man team wasn't going to be able to handle fifty-five dissenters, also Sonora was the only female member of the team. "Alright, Reynard, Lucien are you two ready?" he asked. A quick reply from both heavy weapons experts confirmed their readiness. Bert let the team sit for a few moments has he checked his benoculars again to confirm those numbers. It was only then that he remebered he had an automail arm, his left arm to be exact. Most of the time he didn't notice it, nearly forty percent of the population of Automail had some form of the mechanical art replacing some part of their body.

He shook his head and tried to remain focused on the objective at hand. He stuided the battlefield, Sonora and the fifteen basics were on the eastern side of the complex, where the enemies defenses were expected to be the lighest. Reynard had his motor team assembled and was prepared to blast away when ordered. Lucien himself was a heavy weapon, with his legs being automail, his arms being automail, and his chest being automail armored. He was like a human machinegun, he was probably going to be the one who died though. A shot in the head or abdomen would end his life quickly. Gilbert was probably several meters back in a sniper nest he made and preparing to pick off enemies on his order. He finally decided it was time to begin the assault. With a quick command threw his radio, the battlefield lit up.

Reynard begin to mortor shell enemy defenses along the southern part of the complex. Lucien begin to his made his way towards the Southern line as well, in a attempt to help break it. Bert, along with two other men named Byron and Thomas, began to slowly make their way threw the forest towards the northern complex defense line. The small cracks of gunfire from Gilbert's sniper barley made it threw the sounds of explosions coming from Reynard's motor shells. Suddenly a fury of gunfire errupted along the eastern defense line. More resistance than I expected thought Bert. Suddenly a flash from a distance, and the suddenly crackle of gunfire sent himself and the two other Specials Ops soldiers down onto the ground and they quickly returned fire. Bullets buzzed by Bert's head. After a few minutes of fire exchange, a bullet managed to hit Thomas in the head, killing him. Bert realized that the northern defense line may have been the most defended one. Though, thanks to the heavy gunfire from the enemy troops, the flashes from their muzzles became very noticeable. One-by-one, Bert managed to pick them off with his assault rifle. Though it wasn't going well. "Major, we have a problem!" shouted Bryon. Bert looked in Byron's direction to see enemies forces advancing on his right flank. He cursed has he ordered Bryon to direct fire on them. Bryon did the best he could, hitting three of them before they settled down and returned fire. Bert grabbed his radio. "Reynard!" he shouted into the radio. With a quick reply from Reynard, Bert gave the command for Reynard to begin bombarding the enemy troops advancing on his flank. It only took a few seconds before the rumbling of explosions could be heard. The enemy forces advancing on Bert's right flank were nearly whiped out before they decided to retreat. Bert quickly canceled the fire order after their retreat. With the plan in ruins, the northern defense line retreated and made their way towards the main complex. He advanced slowly upon what used to be their line. He counted six bodies. He expected as much, there were maybe ten along the whole line, with prehaps seven who attempted a flank. He came to the edge of the forest line, where an opening of about twenty yards around the complex was. He saw three soldiers from the now retreating flank attack attempting to run towards a door which was held open by another man. Bert lifted up his rifle and aimed, he opened fire in a semi-automatic fashion. Quickly two of the enemy troops went down, after a few seconds another one went down. Though Bert was forced to fall back when the man holding the door opened fire.

Bert, after reaching some cover behind some of the enemies former make shift wood entrenchments, he grabbed his radio. "Sonora, report," he stated. After a few seconds of static, ten seconds to be exact, the voice of Sonora came threw. "Eastern line is down, lost nearly six basics, enemy had machineguns, though we have pushed them back," stated Sonora. Bert cursed again, more men dead when they could be used for the assault on the main complex. He growled before calling for more reports. Appearntly the enemy Southern line has fallen rather quickly, and Reynard had already began probing attacks on the complex, he figured due to the thick concrete that trying to break it down threw motor fire wouldn't work, it's take a rocket or missile or prehaps heavy explosives to break the wall. Gilbert happily replied saying he'd got seven kills. Bert was happy with the reports, and even more happy to hear that his predictions of a nonexistant western defense line proved to be true, Gilbert of coarse gave him this news. Bert sighed, now cam the hard part. "Alright, Lucien and Raynard, I want you two to distract the enemy as much as possible. Lucien, you are to attempt to draw as much of their forces are possible to you," stated Bert. Lucien replied with a muttered then a confirmation. "Raynard, you provide support via the missile launcher," stated Bert. Raynard of coarse replied in confirmation. Bert then barked orders for Gilbert to come to him, and for Sonora to wait ten minutes after Lucien's attack before attempting to enter the complex via using explosives to bring down part of the wall.

The attack was to begin in five minutes. Bert was waiting for the sounds of Lucien's missile to hit the complex and bring part of the wall down. It was thirty seconds before the attack, when suddenly a rummbling sound in the distance errupted. Bert was unsure of what it was when suddenly an explosion shook the ground beneath him. He looked up to see a large chunk of the complex's roof, which was two feet thick concrete, crumbling down to the ground. It was suddenly followed by several more explosions, each slowly breaking the building apart. "Lucien! Is that you?" shouted Bert. "No sir!" exclaimed Lucien in a reply. Bert growled, it may be an artillery battery from Military. Suddenly an explosion, greater then the others, erupted. He suddenly heard an eruption of gunfire at the eastern side of the complex. The eastern wall must have fallen. The bombardment didn't end, not for another five minutes. During which time, the southern wall was partly knocked down, and the western wall badly damaged. Bert looked around, and after thirty seconds of no explosions, he figured the artillery bombardment was over. Gunfire still erupted. Bert figured he'd have to go around to Lucien or Sonora's side to be able to lead the attack. Suddenly, as if in an instant, an one of the dissenter's attempted to rush out of the six foot wide norther side door, when suddenly the trap which was placed at the door exploded and blew the door wide open. Bert smirked. "Move in! Capture the complex!" shouted Bert. Bert then signaled to Byron and the two rushed towards the door. Byron was on the right side of the door, and Bert on the left. Bert peered into the inside of the complex. It was two stories of coarse, and the first floor had been turned into heavy foritifications, while the stairs to the second floor were fortified by a machine gun, the person operating it could see them, but he couldn't turn his gun to fire on them. Bert tossed a gernade into the room, Byron followed his example. Two explosions rang out, and the cry of the wounded could be heard even more. Bert entered the building first, and quickly shot two dissenters who popped up behind their stone fortifications. Bert then used that same stone fortification to gain cover himself, quickly Byron entered that same fortification. Bert peaked his head over the fortification and noticed that at the opposite end of the building, Lucien was cursing and insulting the dissenters as he opened fire with a machine gun. It appeared Lucien was doing good, as those dissenters began to retreat back. Sonora and the basics were already advancing on the staircase machine gun from their eastern advance. Bert looked at Byron who awaited for his orders.

Bert and Byron then worked together to slowly, but surely make their way towards Lucien. Using gernades to take small stone fortifications one at a time, and hoping from fort to fort. Eventually Bert did make it to Lucien who greeted him with a grin. Though Lucien had several dents in his armor, and his right automail arm had nearly torn to shreds, he appeared happy that he wasn't killed. Reynard and Gilbert stood their smiling also. Gilbert had become Reynard's aide for the heavy machine gun, which had heavy hurt the enemies southern defences. An explosion rocked the ground. The battle on the second story continued to rage. Bert and the rest of the crew quickly rushed up to the second story, while keeping their guard up. Though it was in vain, when they arrived, Sonora was putting a bullet into a corpse. "Good job," stated Bert as he appoarched Sonora. She turned around and nodded. Though she pointed out that only five basics remained, and three of those five were injured. "Losses, nothing more, they can be replaced," stated Bert. This of coarse angered the remaining basics, but they were unwilling to do much about it. "Now if I could only find and thank the fool who bombarded this place," said Bert.

[Continueing below...]

[OoC: Yawl can make comments anytime yawl want. Or get involved.]

Norden,Automail Capital of the Dictatorship...

Matthias sat back in the seat, he was still pondering on why he'd been called to the capital from his command post in Northern Automail. The Dictator rarely called someone simply for a chat or even to congradulate them on completely a mission. He was a man who kept to the shadows of the capital and to his own multiple fortresses. Matthias looked at the driver who was not his. The driver never gave Matthias his name, he was a driver who worked directly for the Dictator. The car continued down several mainroads of the captial and finally came up to a large complex. The main complex itself was nearly seven stories high, while a ten foot wall surronded the property of the complex. To guards where at the gate in blue uniforms, a custom in Automail. The driver spoke briefly with one of the guards who then yelled to the other guard and the gates opened up. The car pulled into the courtyard of the complex, while the windows were tented Matthias could see the guards, he stopped counting at sixty-three. He never imaged that this many elite guards were needed, espically since the people hadn't attempted a rebellion in over a century. The car turned to the right, then made a sharp turn left and came to a sudden stop. Matthias saw a figure appoarch the door on his side. When the door opened Matthias saw it was a guard dressed in the same blue uniform as him, save he lacked the medals and decorations that Matthias' uniform had. The soldier saluted Matthias, who also saluted and then he made his way towards the main doors of the complex.

After having to stop a several checkpoints, one being the main complex doors, to show his ID and several other identification he was finally escorted by armed guards to where the Dictator was. They stopped in front of a wooden door, two other guards stood at the door. The guards spoke briefly, and then the two that escorts him left, while the other two opened the doors to the room. Matthias entered the rather large room. Nearly twenty guards in this room as well. The Dictator himself was sitting at his desk and watched as Matthias entered the room. Matthias quickly realized he'd forgotten to show proper respect, he quickly saluted the Dictator who waved at him to remain calm and relax. Matthias made his way towards a leather chair that was across the desk from the Dictator. He sat and tried to relax, but found it hard to do so. "Sir, you requested my presence?" asked Matthias. The Dictator whos name was Tim Bishop smiled, though the smile was an uneasy one. "Indeed I have general, I'm curious what you think on a certain situtation," asked Bishop. Matthias shifted in his chair as Bishop grabbed a manilla folder and then handed it to him. Matthias opened the folder and began to read threw it. His eyes widened all the information that was given indicates that the Southern city of Parczew was ripe for rebellion, primarily due to illegal propaganda in the city by the "Free Society" a Democratic Revolutionary group, who seeks to install a democracy in this troubled country.

"Sir, this states that..." said Matthias being being cut off by Bishop. "It indicates that Parczew will rebel. The rebels have been stirring this up for years in that city. I'm appointing you to deal with the situation. Defeat the rebels and bring their leader back to me, alive or dead. Your choice," said Bishop. Matthias sat there for nearly a minute before it clicked, he was going to have to put down the rebellion. "Yes sir!" exclaimed Matthias as he stood up and saluted. Bishop simply smiled and waved Matthias off. The general exited the room, and Bishop returned to his work.

[OoC: Basically, there is a rebellion in Parczew. You can either side with the Dictatorship or the Democratic Rebels. I'd like for Future Tech and Modern Tech nations to get involved in this rebellion. Though I'd like to set some kind of basic ground rules, to ensure I'm not blasted into oblivion.]

Future Tech: I ask that you please don't have spaceships opening fire in an attempt to wipe out the rebellion, or to whipe out the Dictatorship. I'll permit smaller spacecraft, ones that replaced the jetcraft for yawl, so long as my jets missiles can have an average chance of hitting them. As for laser weaponary, thats fine, so long it is doesn't whipe out my tanks or destroy APCs. It can dent or prehaps make small holes in tanks and APCs, and of coarse can kill troops. NO WMDS! Please...I'd like to rule a non-nuclear wasteland.

Modern Tech: Primarily a notice to yawl. My troops all have automail (Automail is where a limb [arm or leg] is gone and it is replaced with a simple machanical one. Kinda of like cyborgs, except there is no fake skin and fake blood. You see a metal limb). My troops may have better chance fist-to-fist due to their automail, but if your troops can damage their automail limbs enough, all that metal becomes dead weight. In terms of tanks and jets, we're probably even as I've yet to develop anything better.

To all: I hope the above doesn't seem like I'm godmoding or anything. I just figured there are VERY few PTMT nations out there, so better to be a PTMT and let FT and MT nations get involved. Thanks and enjoy.

[I'd love to get involved. I'm somewhere between Modern and Future Tech-Would somthing along the lines of about 100-200 Special Operations Troopers and a sqaudron or two of Mechs be acceptable?]

OOC: I will definitely TaG this. Expect me later if own civil war is over and this is still in effect.

[Ravea: Sure that'd be fine.0
[Jenrak: Alright. You're also welcome to join later. I'm sure it will probably still be going.]

[OoC: Hey guys, to make it easier to plan stratgies and what not. I've made a map of the city. Color coded of coarse. Here is the link: http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y41/Jagada/CityMap.bmp]

[Map: Here are what the colors for the map means:
Red- Residental Sector (mainly houses, apartment, hotels, ect, ect)
Blue- Industrial Sector (Coal Plants, Industrial Plants, Oil Holding Plants, ect, ect)
Dark Brown/Gold- Slum Sector (Ruined housing, mainly where the less fortunate residents of the city lived, ect, ect.)
Orange- Commerial Sector (Shops, gas stations, banks, ect, ect.)
Light Green- Elite Sector (Rich housing, mostly abandoned now, fancy hotels and apartments, gold reserves, ect, ect)
Purple- Governmental Sector (Government building, mayors housing, small military base, armorer)
Silver Lines- Highways (Completed one extend across the map, unfinished ones do not)
Deformed Black Arrow- Where the Dictatorship Armies are attacking from.

Major Mark Reiner:

By the time you read this, you and your unit will have been deployed via helicopter to an insertion point three miles west of the slum sector in the city of Parczew. Your immediate objectives are as follows:

Make your way to the slum sector.
Establish a base of operations.
Contact with leaders of the revolutionary forces.
Avoid contact with Automail military forces until the situation warrants such contact.

Your long-term objective is the success of the democratic revolution, but should this objective become impossible to achieve, you are ordered to contact us via the frequency given to you before deployment for immediate extraction from the area.

You are weapons free for the duration of this mission, but due to your limited resources and the uncertain strength of both your allies and your enemies, I urge you to use extreme caution when engaging. Orders given to you by members of the revolutionary force need not be considered binding.

Dispose of this message as soon as you have committed its contents to memory. If you are captured, the Copiosa Scotian government will disavow all knowledge of your actions. That said, try to make it home in time to vote.

Best of luck,
Andrew Kane

Mark Reiner flicked open the metal cap of his wood-finished jet lighter, thumbing the button and touching the flame to the corner of the small white leaflet. He dropped the burning orders into a slim aluminum canister, watching them turn to ashes and replacing the canister's cap. Returning the canister to his equipment pack, he stood and waved to the pilot of the Pave Low helicopter that had brought his squad of eight to this point. The rotors spun, and the dark helicopter rose into the evening sky. Gathering his team, he pointed to the west and barked, "Let's go." The other seven black-clad commandos hoisted their packs and followed.

In a nearby building Special Agent-In-Charge Helen Myers stared out a window through a specially contructed telescope, mounted into the wall itself.

As she gently glided her hands over a set of dials the blurry mess turned into a firey assault on the major complex.

Glancing away she opens a metal case revealing the infamous Engima-II Device*. A rapid series of keys are struck before she picks up the handset and speaks.

"The red moon rises... four trees are talking... watch the sky it could rain... I do not speak the language... over"

Replacing the handset she returns to watching the battle unfold, as she ponders why the RIO (the Rotovian Intelligence Organization) would take such an intrest in this matter.


*TG me for more information, it's basically a suitcase with a phone and laptop in it that sends a randomly encrypted voice communication only decipherable by a specific other Engima-II Device at a specific time. It is decodable, but the time it would take for the average nation is extremely long.


OOC: Very long [tag] perhaps?

OOC: Mind if I support the dictatorship? I'll have an IC post later if not.

I use post-modern tech mostly. I.E. no interstellar warships, just trans-atmospheric fighters. No 'mechs, just powered exoskeletons. Railguns and the sort...

[Rotovia: Welcome aborad! Have fun.]
[Ftagn: Sure you can support the dictatorship. Just make an IC post requesting to join my forces. And I'll let you get involved in the attack.]

From: Ftagn Minister of Foreign Relations
To: The Dictatorship of Automail

The Emperor approves of your attempt to keep order in Automail. Ftagn will send aid in the form of supplies and military support should you have need of it. Our legionnaires have been idle for too long...

Offical Communication from the Dictatorship of Automail,

The Unholy Empire of Ftagn,

We understand how you feel. Our armies were getting restless before this "Free Society" rose up to try and destablize the country. You are most welcome to join in the liberation. Simply inform us that you are coming and we shall make arrangements.

Signed,
James Callahan, Director of Foreign Affairs
Dicatorship of Automail

To: Automail

Elements of the 1st Legion have been mustered and will be sent by ship to The Dictatorship of Automail. It would be appreciated if you could ready a temporary staging camp, but it is not required. If you could send any information you have concerning the rebels troop strength/location that also would be useful.

1st (Aquilus) Legion
500 Black Legionnaires (special forces)
25 Accipiter class dropships
50 Hellfire Exoskeletons

OOC: Is this still open? I'd like to be on the rebbelions side, I'm recent post modern tech so I should fit right in with the tech level. My military doctrine is pretty much that you can armor it as much as you want and some fool will make a better bomb to blow it up, but if they can't see it they can't hit it. No outright cloacking devices or anything but my troops are pretty stealthy

[Mondoth: Sure you can enter. Try to keep it low in terms of numbers. Something between 10,000-25,000 would be acceptable.]

| On An Experimental Drop Plane, Due south of Parczew |

Jonathon Deering tipped the bill of his cap down. He was very ticked off, considering that with a possible war at home he was sent to test an aircraft. Jerking his head sideways, he looked over to the civilian scientist in disgust. All this wasted time and money to see if a plane can hold weight. A rookie, still wearing his combat mask, tapped him on the shoulder. The rookie spoke timidly, "Uhm, General, sir.. are we in an operation right now?" Jonathon looked over to the rookie with a grimace and responded, "No, no. This is just a weapon test to just make the governments think that the Weapons industry is doing something." The rookie processed the information for a second, then inquired, "Then why do we need the tanks?" That was a very good question thought Jon. He ignored the soldier and returned his vision to the scientist.

The scientist, in fact, already finished the proposed experiment and was just running tests for fun. His tests didn't involve much more idea outside of asking the pilot to turn enough to create different amounts of G Forces, but the only result that the tests created was annoying all the passengers. He pressed the "speak" button on the microphone. "Pilot, I want you to make a ninety degree right turn as maximum speed." There was a tide of groans from all the soldiers locked in their seats. The scientist smiled cheaply and braced himself. "Don't worry, this should be the last test."

The pilot looked down on the altimeter, sweat collecting on his brow. They were all ready far too low, most likely breaking several countries' air laws. However, his orders are orders, and he knew there was nothing good for those who disobeyed orders of the Arms Manufacturing. With a tilt of the stick and the flattening of a pedal, the large plane began it's high speed turn.

Soon after the turn Jon had enough. "Civilian! Come here now and tell me, where are we?" The scientist suddenly felt shock. All this time and he forgot to keep track of where they were! Shuffling over to the General, his lips quivered. "Well.. sir.. I can't really say.." Wrong answer, thought Jon, who barked back, "You DO realize that both I and everyone here have things to do outside of your airplane antics!" The scientist hung his head in shame and slinked into the pilot area of the plane. The civilian sat down in the co-pilot seat and looked out into the distance. "Send us home, pilot," he said, closing his eyes and sliding lower into the chair. The pilot straightened his posture and responded "Sir, thats where I beleive I am headed. Wait... sir.. I see a town.. should I pull up so we don't disturb the residents?" The scientist opened his eyes slowly to look upon the town of Parczew. "No no.. just keep going. It shouldn't harm anything.."

The plane continued its course, flying at a low level as it entered the border of the city, flying a smooth course. However, inside the city anti aircraft guns aimed themselves at the very large plane, which due to its colors was very mistakable for an invading force. The anti aircraft opened fire, tracers speeding across like speeding fireflies and ripping straight through the hull. Inside the ship, Jonathon saw the flashes of light, piearcing through the chamber, watching small objects get sucked out from the quickly depressurizing room. The soldiers looked around in fear, unable to detach until the pilot allows them so, watching as comrades scream as they are ripped to chreds in place. The hull bent as the floor was slowly became flak. In a few good shots, the cabin was filled with holes, both civilians becoming casualties. Jonathon just glared at the screaming rookie, without feeling or worry for them all. Everybody jerked forward as the plane collided with the ground, larges chunks of dirt and rocks pulling apart what was left of the floor. The bay door broke off, pulling both tanks and a few soldiers along with it, and suddenly the plane was ripped in two, one peice slowly rotating from the other. Finally they slowed down, the peices of the plane colidding slowly.

After a few minutes Jonathon broke free of his seat. The general then went on to free the remaining ninety-eight troops, assembling them in once section the the plane's bay. "As you see, we are stranded. Do not fear, this is not the worst that soldiers have seen. The plane we were on had no rreinforcement, so when we were hit, we were trashed. I know most of you are greens, but this is not a time to panic. If you all want to see home again, continue to follow my orders. Now, I will check the radio and see if there is any information to help us. Now, the rest of you, march.." He looked at his wrist compass in comparison to the crash, "Due south until you reach the tanks. See if they work, and I will meet you there."

(in order to shorten this, I will stop attempting to imitate an author :P)
The remaining Nissian Forces soon learned that they were not too far north of the city. The radio was blown to bits, but the two tanks were in working order, and with ammo. With unknown knowledge of the terrain, they are currently marching for the city in hopes to find a way to contact allied forces, despite just having been attacked there.

OOC: I don't usually deploy even that much into a landlocked battle. also, does the city have an airport? I don't remember reading anything about it so I'd like to make sure before I start assuming things.

The Myth class Submersible carrier surfaced. Rising from the water like some massive sea monster coming up from the blackest depths of the ocean. as soon as the flight deck was above water aircraft began appearing on its surface, brought up by high speed liftes from the water tight hanger area. in less than fifteen minutes the first fighters were in the air, fifteen minutes after that the ship was submerged, gone as if it had never been.

The first squadron consisted of PC-12 Fighters configured for WIld Weasel operations (Anti-Anti Air) and was followed closely by a supporting squadron of SF-42 Air Superiority fighters to defend the PC-12 from any fighters, while the PC-12s were to defend the SF-41s from any ground based attack, together, and with many subsequent waves of fighters they would open an air route to the city so that the Troop carriers could begin dropping soldiers in to aid the rebels.

OOC: For future reference, I've posted some general military info. It's not very detailed, but it should be enough. (http://7900.rapidforum.com)

Squad commander Damian Ratcliff blinked in the sunlight as the door to the cargo ship fell away, creating a ramp down to the docks. The whole company had been confined inside the ship for days, and he was glad to see the sun again. "Forward march!" the Centurion barked. 250 Legionnaires stepped out into the world. To his right, Damian could see the other massive cargo hauler unloading its cargo. The other company was already assembled and standing at attention.

"Welcome to Automail, troops!", the Centurion saluted. "I'm going to go get aquainted with the local authorities for a while. The rest of you get comfortable here while the equipment is being unloaded. Dismissed!" The Centurion turned about smartly and strode into the city.

OOC: I just realized that I don't know where your port cities are, or even if you have any. It would be convenient if my soldiers had somewhere to land. :)

[OoC: Map of Automail: http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y41/Jagada/AutomailNationMap.bmp]

[OoC2: Technically I have no port cities that are considered "Major Cities". My capital is that red dot, and the major cities are the green ones. The blue ones are "Minor cities" but have some strategic important. Parczew is a former Major City, and it located in the south. So you're forces would land at a port close to the capital, unload, and make you your way down to Parczew pretty quickly. Since my armies have already carved out a pathway down there. Though by the time you get there, the battle will probably just be starting.]

[OoC3: Sadly no, when Parczew lost most of their citizens, the airport was also dismantled and absorbed into the Industrial Sector. Sorry. Though a paradrop would work just nicely...so long as its in the Residental Sector.]

Only a faint hum could be heard as the Omega Class Destroyers rolled accross the sky. The four jet-like aircraft glided silently through the air, barely distrubing the air. Their exteriors pitch black and electro-magnetic signals masked, even the sound of their engines was filtered out.

"pssssssft psssssft psssssft tic"

What appeared to be randomn static on the radio, was infact clearence from Naval Command for the vessels to land.

As the first two touched down miles away from the City, Lieutenant Commander Barker gave the order for the crews to disembark.

Within minutes the two groups of five soldiers began to march towards Parczew under the protection of the remaining two aircraft.

"Ready check?" shouted the LtCommander.

"Check....check" Came the pilots replies.

"Light 'em up!"

The horizon filled with explosions as both planes lit rip with all their arsenal to cover their decent. In an instant the crews remaining onboard the OCDs were dropped to the ground and charged towards the Parzew.

The Rotovians had arrived.

[Rotovia: Who are you supporting? The Dictatorship Armies or the Democratic Rebels?]

((OOC: Automail, please check your TGs!))

[Gnufasur: I checked and sent you a TG.]

Ten miles to the west of Parczew,Automail...

The smells of burning fuel, as well at the sounds of running engines filled the air as Scorpion Tanks rolled into position. Automail troops also marched into position. The general feeling in the air, at first, was easiness. That was until the troops noticed that a giant ship had violated their airspace and was sent crashing to the ground by Democratic Rebels. It was common knowledge that General Matthias considering saving those in the wreck a last priority, meaning it was only to to be done if he wanted to at the end of the operation. Also rumors of allies of another nation marching from the capital were spreading. The troops were eager to get into the battle, far too long had the Armies of the Dictatorship's guns remained silent.

Matthias was at his personal tent at his Command Center, and he wasn't pleased. He'd learned about that ship that crashed near Parczew, he also knew that the Dictator wasn't happy to hear Automail airspace was violated, not to mention that the Democratic Rebels may very well gain an ally threw that event, even if it was a very shaky alliance. Though the overall objective didn't change, the city of Parczew needed to be brought to submission, and Matthias was ready to deliver results. "Where are those aircraft I ordered!" he shouted to one of his aids. Though before his aid could answer, the sound of jet engines roared overhead. Matthias smirked.

Ferdinand Albert held onto his AK-103. He sighed as he looked at the truck next to himself, on it was a surfrace to air missile ready to fire, all it needed to coordinates. Ferdinand tried to reflect and gather the situation. Already as massive ship had flown over the city and the "Free Society" used SAMs to send it down to the ground. They swore up and down that it was a Dictatorship aircraft attempting to bomb the city. Problem was that if that be the case, why wasn't the Military forces outside the city attempting to rescue the aircraft. While the Military had never shown compassion for their own, the aircraft looked very expensive, and where there was money all malice was overshadowed. As much as Ferdinand didn't want to, he did, his thought slowly turned to his memory of how he got here anyway. His home town was small, it didn't even have a name, and all was peaceful. While the Dictatorship may have been hard for those in the cities, in the farming communities a lot more mercy was shown. Suddenly, the "Free Society" rebels marched into the city proclaiming that they had come and liberated them. At first, all went well, they helped farm the lands, built schools, raised a town militia, and even managed to solve a heated debate between to rival families. They seemed like true liberators; that was of coarse until they learned that the Military was on it's way to the farming community to force them out. They turned from peaceful liberators to enraged occupiers overnight. Their troops rounded up any man who they suspected of treason and executed him in the streets. When townspeople protested, they were killed. The Democratic Rebel was so enraged that they promised to turn the small farming community into a bloody battleground before leaving. As the Military arrived, the Democratic Rebels paniced. They burned the farms down, and set the town ablaze. The Democratic Rebels then took him as a hostage and ordered him to join with them in their rebellion, they even attempted to apologize for their brutal actions. At first he refused, though when he realized that his home was actually gone, all of it. He decided his best hope was to join the rebels. Suddenly he snapped back into reality, so many times since that day nearly seven months ago, he had wanted to shoot everyone of these "Democratic" Rebels for what they did. Suddenly his rage ended when the sounds of jet engines filled the air. "Get up! Enemy aircraft incoming!" shouted Barry Shannon, the SAM commander. Ferdinand quickly jumped to his feet, and left his AK-103 on the ground. He went to the SAMs control panel and began to imput commands. Anti-aircraft elsewhere was already in full force. Flak guns and anti-air shoulder launched missiles being used. Though while all of those were great against certain types of jets, these were the Militaries best. Only a SAM would even have a chance of doing some damage. Suddenly Ferdinand saw a ball of fire light up in the sky, appearntly one of the other SAM sites was operational. By the time Ferdinand had finished putting the code in, two more had already gone done. Leaving only two left. He came to a point in the command process where he could put a time. A time where he could insert a time so the missile goes off before hitting the aircraft. Survival before revenege, he thought. He put in the right commands, and pushed a button. The missile jolted off the truck and headed towards the jet. The suddenly suddenly bursted into a ball of fire, though not from his missile. It was from another missile. Ferdinand's missiles flew until it ran out of fuel and self-destructed. The last jet attempted to make a full turn around, but it too was hit and went down.

Matthias growled, he'd watched the whole scene from outside his command tent. He went to start shouting for the photos when an aid rushed up and handed him a manilla folder. He opened it, and sure enough there were photos with some brief numbers on a peice of paper. Estimated enemy troop numbers have them around thirty five thousand. Nearly a hundred Scorpion tanks, as well heavy anti-aircraft. On top of which, the most heavy resistance appeared to be in the Industrial Sector and Residental Sector. He smirked, only about three thousand enemy fighters in the Governmental Sector, his troops would have no problem smashing threw those defenses. Matthias than sent to order the Artillery Command, under Major Nate August, to begin Towed Artillery Bombardment of all of Parczew. Though to focus on the governmental sector. Thats when the shelling began.

Harrison Decker continued to aim his Type 81 Assault Rifle at the street below, it would be one of the first streets that the Military would have to enter. He believed if he got in the right firing, he could take out at least three or four enemy troops, either before retreating or being killed himself. He was in the old Tax Office in the Governmental Sector of the city. It was a two story building, and he wasn't the only one there. At least twenty five other men, some of them on the top story with himself, while most where on the first story. Decker growled, if he only killed one member of the Military, he would happily die after that. He was a staunch ally of the "Free Society" while they had several flaws. One being the lack of compassion if a population of a town didn't accept them. He remained loyal. He'd gone to collage in the capital city, in fact his father was apart of the government. Throughout his childhood he'd seen death countless times, and had grown to accept it for awhile. Though he at his age, eighteen, he could no longer stand idly by and permit the Dictatorship to remain in power. He betrayed his father and secretly leaked information to the rebels, for nearly five years this worked. All the time the Secret Police knew, yet his father's connections had kept him alive, finally there was nothing his father could do and they came after him. He was held up in a prison for a number of months before the Democratic Rebels raided the city and rescued him. Now he willingly served them. He tightened his grip on his Type 81 when suddenly an explosion occured that rocked the ground. He scanned the ground...nothing. Suddenly another, then another, the another. Before he could fully process what was happening, someone downstairs shouted "Bombardment!". He quickly jumped up and headed for the stairs that led down, so did most of the other men on the second story. As he reached the third to last step and explosion which nearly rocked the building into collapsing occured. Several other men and himself fell down the stairs. As he got up he realized what has happened. A artillery shell hit the second story, right where he had been. Before he could ponder on that anymore, he noticed other men scrammbled for their positons, so he did the same.

Thirty minutes went by, and the bombardment held up. Matthias could see smoke looming out of the city. Moment ago a big ball of fire has risen into the air. Matthias figured one of the shells his an oil holding tank. Matthias gave another command to end the artillery bombardment, and a few seconds later all went silent. Several aids surronded him, waiting for his commands. "Give this command: 1st and 3rd Infantry Divisons are to take up center-line positions, 2nd and 4th Mechanized Infantry Divisons are to take up right and left flank positions, while the 5th Armored Divison is to trail in behind the 1st and 3rd, and provide support. Artillery Command to open fire where ground commanders need it." stated Matthias. With that, most of the aids rushed off and in a few moments, the troops assembled and moved out towards the city.

The fait of the rebellion was at hand.

Bump!

I think I might get on in this later.
TAG

Little escapes notice of a Force user. Sitting in her small, personal spacecraft, this Dark Jedi became aware of growing troubles in AutoMail, and the... Oppertunities that could present themselves, should she lend her services to one side or another.

But, to which? That was always the question. Accessing her ship's computer database, the Sith Marauder brings up as much information as she can gather on the nation Automail. "A Dictatorship, huh? Go where the power is." Smirking to herself in the darkness of her relatively unlit bubble-shaped cockpit, Nyanko pilots the craft into Earth's atmosphere, heading for Parczew.

Engaging the ship's personal cloaking device, her ship managed to slip by the SAM attacks without noticed, landing the craft some distance away from the current battleground.

The canpoy pops open, and Nyanko hops out. She wore the tradational black robes of a Sith Marauder, a hood covering her head. But, even the hood could not hide her catears, and her tail behind her flicked back and forth slowly, as she reaches out with the Force to sense the commander of the operations against the rebels.

She touched Matthias' mind with the Force, "Ahh... Matthias. You lead the battle against the Rebels. I am Sith. The Dark Side. My powers will become yours, all you need do is submit to my will. Even with the bombardment, your troops will suffer heavy losses against the entrenched Rebel scum. But, with the power of the Dark Side at your disposal... The death of the Rebellion will be within your grasp.

((OOC: Automail, another two TGs sent your way.))

"DS-109, do you read?"
"Affirmative, we are going in."
"Roger that, out"

Damian looked out the small window of the dropship. All around he saw the other dropships in flight and thanked the Emperor they were equipped with radar masks. Anyone monitoring radar would see a flight of small birds. Unfortunately, the dropships weren't so invisible to the naked eye. "Heads up men, we're going down." The pilot announced cooly. Damian felt a sudden rush as the dropship pitched downwards. He could see parts of the city out the window. Looks like the fight has already started, he thought. Once the dropships came close enough to discern individual buildings they began dropping the power armor. His dropship gave a lurch upwards as the weight of the two drop-pods fell away, and then continued downwards.

"All right men, secure the area!" the officer yelled over the commlink. "They may be hiding in the buildings, check them!" Behind them the first of the dropships came down, disgorging its passengers. Another dropship was hit and barreled down to earth in flames. For the Legion, the attack had just begun.

OOC: One group of 240 has touched down in the residental sector, another in the elite sector.

:Aboard the Myth class Submersible Carrier "Wander Lust":
The carrier surfaced again, this time not to deploy more fighters to keep the gap opn for the soon to arrive airdrops, but to launch 2 small, stealthy drones to identify enemy positions exactly, These were the ubiquitous forerunner of most Mondothian military actions. The Silent Crow type recon drone, fairly cheap, very durable and made of materials chosen to refect the minimum amount of radar energy, designed to reflect radar away from its source, and covered in a thin LCD skin that made it practically invisibe, even in broad daylight. The Crews were well trained and launched the pair of drones quickly, as soon as the lock shut behind them the ship was below the surface again. and the drones were silently making their way towards their target area, searching with all spectrum cameras, radar recievers and ground penetrating radar to find anything of strategic or tactical importance and feeding the information to the other ubiquitous prerequisite to Mondothian Attack

:Aboard the B-5 Strategic Stealth Bomber "Spade":
"Recieving targetting information on an enemy tank formation just outside the city, altering course accordingly, requesting armament of weapons.

"Weapons are armed, setting to auto release"

"Approaching targt, rig the plane for evasive actions."

"All stations buckled"

The stealthy bomber flew towards the enemy tank formation, when it was over the target it opened its bomb bays for just long enough to drop half of its 50,000 pounds of hghly exposive ordinance, the other half was rewserved for other targets of oportunity that might appear. The Bay was also open long enough for every radar in range to get a good solid sinature, letting everyone with a radar know there was something in the air. To counteract this vulnerablity the bomber closed the bomb bay doors as fast as possible and began firing flares and chaff to cloud its signature while it engaged in some high speed maneuvers trying to disguise its self as just another flare until things quited down and it was out of reach of return fire.

Jonathon rubbed his eyes slightly as he marched his troop down the highway. The walls where higher then he anticipated. He halted the marching troops, taking notice to the swarm of dropships in the sky passing overhead and further east. "Those ships... they look familiar.." spoke Jon softly, soon after the underage rookies behind him screamed in joy and started jumping around. They all chanted, "The Fhtagn army has come to save us!" Jonathon scratched his chin, a little worried about how they would have come down here so quick for their rescue.

Back in the Nissian Islands, Lance Rizer, Captain General of the Republic Armies, made his return from the Mainland. He immediatly burst through into the Intellegence Wing, picking up a rather small and squemish man on the radar, pinning him against the wall. "Tell me again... the Firebird-2... it just blipped out of existance?" The radar worker gulped fearfully, choking out, "Well.. uhm... sir it uh... just sort of blipped out over Automail territory..."
Rizer dropped his promptly, shocked. "What were they doing all the way out there?! They weren't even supposed to leave regional waters! Why didn't you inform me of THAT?!" The poor worker scooted back against his machine. "I didn't know that information, sir... ArmTech only ordered me to tell you if it dissapeared!" Squeeked the worker. Rizer smashed a rather large red button on the desktop, setting the base into red alert, storming off to the launch bay.

Jon peered around the corner of the Government District. "Empty.. All these official buildings in site and not a single soul.. this is not good." The General turned back to his troops. "Recruits, with what I've seen, we are in the middle of a dangerous warzone. This is going to be a proving ground for you all. Follow my orders, do not wander off, and inform me of anything suspicious. You and your team will be your defense priority, as there doesn't seem to be any civilians. If you can do these tasks, we should make it out alive." The recruits, most not even of 18, did not take these words well, and murmered amongst themselves. "Should make it out alive?" "A warzone? I havn't even gone through a simulation yet!" "I should have gotten into the tank.." Jon waved his hand into the air, ordering, "Attention!" The soldiers stood straight in respect to orders, and with the motion, marched into the town, guns cautiously ready in any case.

(Sum: Forces entered the Government district from the highway and are heading in the direction of the Fhtagn forces, and the home team is sending reinforcements.)

"Report!"
"Sir, we lost 2 dropships on the way in, and we've lost contact with strike force 1."
"Damn!" Captain Vortigern swore. "Damian, is the area secure?"
"We're not sure, there may be rebels hiding in the buildings, but they haven't shown themselves yet."
"Alright men, we'll move out to the west and make contact with allied Automail forces. March!"
The Legionnaires moved silently through the streets of the residental sector, the only sound being the whine of servomoters and the rhythmic footsteps of the battle armor.

Slum Sector
Parczew, Automail
Exact local time unknown

Ashley Bolton leaned against the brick wall of an abandoned apartment building, shaded from the late-morning sun by the ragged awning that still hung over the doorway. The waiting game had dragged on and on since the first hints had been dropped to a guy who knew a guy, who knew a guy. All the commandos, Kang and Ingram excepted, had taken their turns waiting at this same spot. It was the spot mentioned in the instructions that had gone with their message, a spot carefully chosen after an extensive recon of the area within two miles of their makeshift base. If the rebels had any interest in the help of Copiosa Scotia's legendary Squad One, they'd come here soon enough.

OOC: You'll find out in time. At this stage it's all very mysterius ;).

After a good march through the Elite sector, a familier buzzing was in the air. Jonathon immediatly halted his troops and gave signals to hide in the nearby buildings, he himself walking ahead to greet the coming powered exoskeletons.
Still completly unsure about the whole situation, he clicked the safety off his rifle and unslung it off his shoulder as he continued heading for the armor.

Suddenly, the column came to a halt. "Captain! There are people out there! They've got guns? What do I do?"
"Stay calm rookie, they might not be enemies."
"Sir, ones coming at me, and he just took his safety off!"
(OOC: Hellfire exoskeletons have enhanced vision)
"Rookie, I am telling you, don't fire!"
"Just a warning shot sir!"
Before the Captain had a chance to respond, the rookie had already begun unloading with his arm mounted gatling gun...

Matthias smiled as he watched his troops slowly, but surely advance towards the enemy. The invasion was going well, soon the rebels would be crushed and the city recapture. Though recapturing the city would only mean he would have to destroy it. By order of Dictator Bishop, the city of Parczew, after liberation and proper media coverage of the event, it was to be completely destroyed. Matthias was given the freedom to choose how to accomplish this goal.

"Sir! Incoming bombs!" shouted a man rushing out of the radar tent. Before Matthias could even question the soldier, an explosion which make even Matthias cover his ears and drop to the ground occured. He cursed at no one, but still cursed as he rose to the ground. "What happen-" he said before stopping. Thats when he looked out to see the formation of the 5th Armored Divison in shammbles. Hundred screaming, while hundreds of tanks lay destroyed. Matthias' face turned red, though before he could give a command. Shipbreaker-Class Missiles flew off into the air. They were accompanied by flak from the AA guns on the ground. "Who did that!" shouted Matthias in a rage. The radar officer poked his head back into the radar tent for a moment then spoke, "Sir, a bomber of some sort. Excepted to be stealth. We picked it up and have a signal locked on when we fire the Shipbreaker Missiles sir," stated the radar expert. "You find them. You kill them. Then you kill them again. Understand?" asked Matthias. The soldier saluted then walked back inside the tent. Matthias growled. Whomever was responsible would pay. Matthias watched as the Shipbreaker Missiles cut threw the air, heading towards whatever dropped that bombload, nearly twenty five missiles in all. Accompanied by a black cloud that hung over a part of the city. The black cloud was smoke from the flak guns.

Though Matthias found some good out of the situtation, while observing the now deeply damaged Armor Divison, he noticed that they did not panic like he'd expected them to. Infact, they did the opposite, the reformed the best they could and continued to advance. Leaving the wounded behind, as well as the dead.

Wesley Connors stayed behind the advancing tank. While an Infantry Divison comprised of primarily Infantry, it also had light-to-medium tanks, as well as some halftrack trucks, and some APCs. He gripped onto his HK-G11 Rifle. He was a soldier for the Dictatorship, and joined the military voluntarily. He was a unquie soldier, in the sense that he was educated in different forms of government. He'd learned the flaws of a Democracy, and the flaws of a Monarchy, as well as the overwhelming flaws of a Communist State. Thus he concluded that a Dictatorship was needed, and he was willing to defend that Dictatorship, even if it consumed him in the process. He lifted his head from behind the tank, and suddenly saw small bursts of light. A bullet hit two inches in front and three inched to the left of him and made several sparks, this forced Wesley to hide behind the tank again.

All along the Rebel Line, little flashes of light could be seend form government buildings, and even the streets. The slowly but surely forced the infantry divisons to slow down. Wesley was wondering how they would advance under this pressure, when suddenly a soldier with a missile launch ran up behind the tank he was hiding behind. "Is that a-" was all Wesley could say before the soldier fired the missile. Wesley tried to peek his head over to see if the soldier did any damage. Surely enough, the missile hit, and a few bursts of light completely disappeared. Wesley then watched as more missile launcher carrying troops fired their missiles, each one ending the life of more rebels. Finally the tanks got the message an opened fire with their main cannons. This quickly began to break holds in the rebels lines. The governmental sector may have very well been their most weakly defended sector. Due that it was guarded only by rebels who volunteered for it. The Governmental Sector was even dubbed by the rebels as "The meat grinder", due that most of the time their front line was always destroyed right off, it was father into their defenses that the job got harder.

Despite that the Infantry Divions were advancing according to schedule. The mechanized divisons recieved an order from General Matthias, which orders them to flank the Governmental Sector. Using their APCs, and tanks they quickly cut into the Governmental Sector and immiedately broke threw the already fragile Rebel lines. Slowly but surely the rebels in the Governmental Sector were being surronded.

[OoC: To the owner of the Dark Jedi. Are you trying to telepathically speak with Matthias?]

[ooc: Was the counter air strike targeted at me?]

"Shit! Missile inbound" roared the pilot over the numerous warning tones.
The B-5 is extremely agile for a strategic bomber, but as a strategic bomber its still less maneuverable than a missile, the only advantage the bomber had was all of the countermeasures and the bombers weak signature. Weaving through the air the bomber was almost sucessful in its attempt to survive. but then the missile exploded, luckily the bomber was at the maximum effective range for the missiles warhead, but it was still in te effective range.

"This is Ghost twelve, we have sustained a hit, probabilitity of survival is not good"

"Rodger that Ghost, do the best you can, your deadmans switch has been activated and a C-204 has been drafted to meet you outside of Alpha MIke controlled Airspace, if you make it that far.

The B-5 is one of Mondoth's most closely guarded secrets, one of the guardians of the secret is the 'deadmans switch' it can only be activated by remote to prevent the aircraft from being destroyed or sabatoged inadvertantly, other systems prevented the aircraft from surviving an unexpected crash intact enough to be examined, but the deadmans switch prevented the aircraft from falling into enemy hands from less evere damage. if the aircraft dropped below a set altitude, a explosive charges set within the plane would detonate ripping anything usable into unrecognizable pieces.

Just before it rendeveued with the C-204 sent to help it make it to an airstrip, the B-5 exploded violently, the C-204 reported accordingly.

"This is charlie niner, we have bisual confirmation of deadman, repeat ghost twelve is confirmed destroyed, over."

"Confirmed Charlie, Ghost twelve marked as destroyed, come on home."

A few miles away a group of C-204s were being told something entirely different.

"Diversion successful, the Crows report that the enemies are in dissarray at this time, you are clear for drop."

"ten Four command, mission is go."

The massive blended wing cargo aircrafts changed course and began heading straight for Parczew along the AAA free corridor established by dozens of wild weasel missions. Just outside the city, each aircraft dropped its load of Five Gorrilla type AIFVs in various configurations. The AIFVs would land just outside the Residential sector, the vehicles would then advance into th city and contact the rebels.

OOC: You use the G-11? good choice, my troops are carrying the G-11A2 which are pretty close except for a 6mm conversion and better optics.

(OOC: AM, my guys are kind of adrift right now, not really sure what they should be doing. They were dropped in your country without any official word from my government -- which is trying to hide its involvement -- so all their communications pretty much have to be at street level. If your rebel organization could do something to bring them in, it'd be helpful.)

[Rotovia: Nope. We're firing at Mondoth]
[Mondoth: Really. Never even knew the G-11A2 existed. I got info on the G-11 from a site.]
[Copiosa Scotia: Alright, I'll get right on it.]

OOC:it doesn't in RL, I designed it because of concerns that the G-11's 4.7mm rounds were too small to be effective against modern body armor

Gerard Bontecou aimed his AK-103 into the street and carefully scanned around. He'd been instructed by one of his commanders, a Gabriel Garfield, that there were some possible foreign supporters hiding in the Slum Sector of the city. He was sent to establish diplomatic relations with them and ask of their assitance. He'd already heard the rumblings of the artillery bombardment and the explosive sounds of bombs going off. He'd figure now would be the time to enlist their support, since he figured the Military was already attacking the city.

He slowly began to walk around, building to building. Hoping he'd either run into them, or they'd find him.

Captain Astrophel - CO of the First Strike Force that landed in the Elite sector - looked around him. To the west he could see explosions and gunfire. The fight has started, he thought to himself. And yet there was no contact from strike force two. He supposed they had gone west to the governmental sector, into the fighting. Well... Can't just sit here forever... He called the squad leaders to him.

"Alright, we're going to march west to meet up with strike force two, since we can't contact them by radio. Engage any rebels who get in your way, and find me if you make contact with friendlies. Move out!"

Barely ten meters ahead of Bontecou, Mark Reiner stepped out of the doorway of an abandoned tenement building, hands open and in plain view so as to avoid making the rebel soldier nervous. "Glad you found us," he said, his voice devoid of any recognizable accent. "Mark Reiner, here to help you with your defense of Parczew." The vibrations of a nearby explosion rattled the few windows remaining in this part of town, and Reiner nodded. "And not a moment too soon, I suspect. How'd you like to come in and meet my associates?"

With that, he turned and led Bontecou into the building that housed Squad One's makeshift base of operations.

((OOC: Yes, she is, AutoMail. Italics surrounded by quotes are telepathic communications. :D I might toss in a Random Light Side Jedi to fight for/support the rebels. Or not. (Eh... Probably not. It'd suck to have a random non-character Jedi fight my Sith character. I'd RP it good, but it'd be a moot point. , at best... ;) )))

As soon as the entire company was on the ground they took off towards the city, The recon platoon was first, leapfrogging its way towards the building line while the infantry Platoons crept slowly in behind ready to offer support in a second. the entire advance was covered by the Artillery Team and the whole thing was followed by the command goup, Cautiosly the crept in to the residential sector, the ultimate objective was the slum sector where the majority of the rebels were reported to be hiding. They would attempt to contact the rebels and coordinate a larger deployment of force to their aid.

Gerard Bontecou followed cautiously behind Reiner

[OoC: I apologize for the short RP. Busy today, but tomorrow I'll be able to post longer ones. Thanks for your paitence.]

Bump.

OOC; Nissin, just to clarify what side are you on in this conflict, I don't want to go up against a MAP member b/c the ejection penalty is pretty stiff.

OOC; Nissin, just to clarify what side are you on in this conflict, I don't want to go up against a MAP member b/c the ejection penalty is pretty stiff.

He's going to be helping the rebels, despite being my ally. We just needed an excuse to fight eachother.

OOC; Nissin, just to clarify what side are you on in this conflict, I don't want to go up against a MAP member b/c the ejection penalty is pretty stiff.

OOC: Ftagn is right, I am with the rebels. Should you ever some to the point of fighting me in this war, I will not council the MAP members and merely consider the fighting a healthy skirmish. With the exception of over excessive bombing or more than one to two forces in your favor. :P

don't worry about it, I'm with the rebels, if our forces meet I'll try and hook wyou up with some IFF systems so we don't shoot you by accident

[OoC: Hey guys, the reason I've been slacking in RPing is cause I wanted yawl to kind of start battling each other first. No fun if my armies start getting involved.]

After being shot, Jonathon fell to the ground. He was only struck in the arm, that was good. There was a large gasp among the rookies, who quickly surged out and grabbed their general, pulling him on top of a TWK tank further behind. A protective circle surrounded the rescuers, multiple rookies pulling their smoke grenades and creating some cover for their retreat. The rookies then marched themselves further back, towards the Government district. Rookies continuelly kept turns in keeping watch on any incoming forces that might be coming behind them. One was easily viewable, but nonethless looked as fierce as a battle-hardened veteran.
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The final remaining Firebird soon came into visual contact with the city. Red lights flared inside the Troop Restraint Bay, two hundred troops removing themselve from their harnesses and making their way to the Launch pods. The squads then formed in each pod, the large pearl-white walls closing them in. It was only a matter of time until the were shot towards the planet.

Beneath the Firebird, eight Derelect dropships detached and plummetted into freefall, aimed directly at the crash site of their plane.

[OoC: Hey guys, the reason I've been slacking in RPing is cause I wanted yawl to kind of start battling each other first. No fun if my armies start getting involved.]

I was kinda waiting for you to RP my forces meeting the rebels

[OoC: Hey guys, the reason I've been slacking in RPing is cause I wanted yawl to kind of start battling each other first. No fun if my armies start getting involved.]

But... You wouldn't let me go in alone against everyone would you? :eek:
Theres gotta be someone else supporting the dictatorship here...

But... You wouldn't let me go in alone against everyone would you? :eek:
Theres gotta be someone else supporting the dictatorship here...

(OOC: You realize that for the most part that you have the most troops currently landed overall? I'm sure that you may be outnumbered a little bit, but it seems like the rebels have a few small teams, one hundred teenage soldiers in training, and I forgot what Mondoth has. Course, I should count my incoming forces, but, oh well. :) Have a nice day! :)

(OOC: You realize that for the most part that you have the most troops currently landed overall? I'm sure that you may be outnumbered a little bit, but it seems like the rebels have a few small teams, one hundred teenage soldiers in training, and I forgot what Mondoth has. Course, I should count my incoming forces, but, oh well. :) Have a nice day! :)

I guess it depends on how big Mondoth's Company is...

its just a fast action cavalry company, 20 AIFVs and 160 marines. I'm waiting to establish contact with the rebels before I commit more forces. Otherwise I have a submersible fleet waiting of shore to start major landing operations

"They're falling back! After them!" At this point, Captain Vortigern stopped caring whether they might be friendly. At least they were someone to fight, and if it later turned out that they were allies, he could claim it was an accident caused by a stupid rookie and the low light. "Captain! I'm seeing incoming dropships here!" Vortigern looked up. "Heads up, Legionnaires, looks like we've got more company. Green light to engage!"

The dropships would continue to pass overhead of the Fhtagn force and to the crash site of the original Firebird, although there would be a slight confusion among the passengers and Lance Rizer as to why they were there.

Inside the flying Firebird, the first squads were loaded into the Launcher. As the creaking sounds of the trigger started, the squads within their new harnesses readied themselves for the eventual gforces as they were shot out of the ship, not unlike pistols. They continued to shoot towards the ground, until they reached a medium point between their ship and the ground, which caused the heat shields to break off and expose the squads to freefall. As the first squads pulled their 'chutes at a safe altitude, the final squad was launched from the Firebird. Slowly the 200 airborne soldiers drifted slowly into the northern section of the Industrial zone, and filed up on the highway. They halted position until the 6 TWK tanks landed safely with their chutes and were driven back into formation.

The dropships slowly circled the crash. Having found no survivors in the area, they hit the afterburners back to the city, following the tread tracks on the highway.

Reaching the border of the government district, the rookies pulled Jonathon off the tank and continued to carry him to a bunker located on the edge of a military base. 30 troops remained stationed on the border with the tanks, taking positions among the builds and any rubble that may be about, readying their weapons for the next contact.

Bill Rizer? I thought his name was Lance Rizer! Stop ripping off Contra! :D

Bill Rizer? I thought his name was Lance Rizer! Stop ripping off Contra! :D
OOC:
Well, maybe Bill is his illegit father/son? Or maybe it's his short name? In any case, I would still be ripping off Contra (This includes the pictures) because the name Lance Rizer is a mix of Lance Bean and Bill Rizer. Anybody who played the original Contra or Shattered Soldier would get that reference :P

OOC:
Well, maybe Bill is his illegit father/son? Or maybe it's his short name? In any case, I would still be ripping off Contra (This includes the pictures) because the name Lance Rizer is a mix of Lance Bean and Bill Rizer. Anybody who played the original Contra or Shattered Soldier would get that reference :P

Yeah, I noted that on our forum. (you know which one...)

In other news, not much is happening in Automail except the conflict between Nissin and Fhtagn, apparently. Maybe I should attack Mondoth or something...

Yeah, I noted that on our forum. (you know which one...)

In other news, not much is happening in Automail except the conflict between Nissin and Fhtagn, apparently. Maybe I should attack Mondoth or something...

OOC:
Well, the Dictatorship decided to duck out for a cup o' tea, and the little squads and the jedi that appeared are just having crumpets. As for the rebels, the donuts have not come it yet so they might just be curled up int he corner..

What is happening here?

OOC: Well, if Auto Isn't responding any more I'll just start landing forces, Modnoth style!!!!

The shore was awash in pre dusk quiteness, only the faint stirring of a sea breeze disturbed anything. All of a sudden the isolated silence was shattered by a roaring whine. soon the LCAC landing crafts were visible and soon after that, as the sound became all pervasive the crafts made ground fall. Spilling a wave of infantry onto the beach there almost wasn't enough time for the troops to exit the landing craft before they were gone again, returnign to the Fable class submersible Amphibious Assault ships that had spawned them. The troops got busy, having maintained organization in minutes they had set up a number of machine gun nests and missile sites, ready to defend the landing zone the troops settled in to wait. soon the next wave came. mobile SAM launchers were set up as well as radars and other detection systems. Soon an FRDS was paving a section of the landing zone, turning it into an airstrip. artillery pieces came next and then armored vehicles and comand units. By Night fall the beach was crawling with Mondothian troops, by the next morning the area would be a well established Landing Zone. By Nightfall the next day it would be nothing more than a forward supply center for the advancing Mondothian expeditionary force.

:At the fast reaction cavalry companies camp:
Sir, command called, said that the landing has beguna dn reinforcements are on the way, Command is wondering the disposition of the rebels, what should I tell them?

"Tell them we haven't made contact with the rebels but our intercept gear has come up with soem Nissin Forces under attack in the area, we are moving to support and would appreciate any aid we can get."

"Rodger that sir."

OOC: When I land Forces I don't mess around.
BTW I guess if Auto doesn't come back I guess we can just turn this into an urban combat situation with me and Nissin Versus Ftagn. or something

[OoC: Oh ye of little faith.]

Matthias watched as he saw Mondothian troops begin to unload on the beach. He frowned, then he called an aid over to him, "Order the Artillery Command to open fire on this landing forces," stated Matthias. The aid saluted and rushed to give the command. Suddenly the roar of artillery filled the air as the shells they launched into the air headed directly towards the Mondonthian forces.

Inside the city, a firefight was still raging between Dictatorship forces and the Democratic Rebels. Leonard Baldwin cursed as he watched a soldier next to him fall to the ground, three bullets in his chest. Leonard returned fired on the location where he saw the muzzle flashes, of coarse his fire was undirect and horribly inaccuracte, and it hit nothing but the bricks of the building. He was reloading his G-11's immunition when a missile struck where he was firing at, destroying the building and knocking Leonard back. Leonard looked and saw it was a soldier carrying a missile launcher. The crackingly sounds of AK-103's or Type 81 assault rifles slowly, but surely faded away. The Governmental Sector had been secured.

Dan Schuyler aimed his G-11 at a building, he was more afaird then he dare let on. He and his squad of seventy-five men were the advanced unit into the Elite Sector, they goal was to stop an enemy supply trian. Appearntly the rebels had only recently taken weapons from the Armory in the Governmental Sector, all those weapons and ammunitions where in three large supply trucks, slowly making their way threw the Elite sector. His troops where already a mile into the Elite sector and nothing was happening, they'd checked every building, every small crack in the ground even, and no rebel forces. "They're here, but where?" he asked himself over and over again. A soldier cried out in the pain, less then a fraction of a second later Dan heard the sound of a gun go off. Before Dan could turned around, a stream of yellow lights flung by his face--machine gun fire. "Seek cover!" he shouted, and watched as seven of his men fell to the machine gun fire instantly. The rest scrammbled, and the wounded man in the middle of the street was ripped to shreds by the now two machines guns firing from down the streets. Suddenly, yellow muzzle flashes started lighting up the end of the road, and as close as a hundred yards from them. His men had poor cover, several of them rushed into buildings and tried to return fire when possible, already ten more of his men had gone down. Dan himself was hiding inside an old liquor store, a good place to hide but not during a battle. He occationally poked the barral of his gun outside the door and opened fire, but quickly retracted it as a hail of bullets would counter attack. He could heard his troops yelling at him asking him for orders, all he could tell them was to sit tight, the rebels had to have a limited supply of ammo, once they ran out, that would leave ample time to attack. Thats when he remebered his secondary goal...to meet up with Ftgn troops in this area. He cursed, he would probably have to be saved by them, he prayed he wouldn't have to be.

Suddenly one of his troops poked his head out and fired a missile down the streets, of coarse the soldier was killed instantly after firing the missiles. The missile flew down the streets and slammed into one of the machine gun positions. "RETURN FIRE!" he shouted Suddenly his troops unleashed a hail of fire down the streets. Now the entire street was lit up with muzzles flashes. Soldiers on both sides where dropping like flies. Suddenly another one of his troops opened fire with another missile launcher down the street. The missile made contact with the last enemy machine gun position. Slowly, one by one the enemy muzzles flashed dissappeared, and slowly one by one Dan's troops rooted enemies out of one building, until they had brought the enemy commander named Roderick Browning and had him on his knees in the middle of the street. "We will win you fool!" he shouted. Dan pulled out his pistol and unloaded a clip into the commander's skull, and his body fell limp. "The rebles may win, but you will never experiance that victory," he said before putting his pistol away and ordering his men to rally up. Twenty five men killed, five wounded.

[OoC: Sorry for the inactivness...been real busy lately.]

OOC: I'm probably gonna withdraw most of my supprt, I've encountered a situation that is taking up more resources than I thought it would, I will keep a presence though

"Artillery!" shouted several squad leaders almost as one as the dull 'whumps' were heard reverberating through the air. as one the soldiers dove for the ground racing to dig themselves in to the sand. Suddenly the first salvo hit, explosions roared and shrapnel was everywhere, decimating the first wave of landing forces down to one or two scattered and incomplte squads.

"This is alpha five transmitting to Hawk fleet, we have artillery fire, we need air support!"

On the Corsair class light carrier "Highgaurd" a pair of SF-37 naval fighters were on the deck at all time. As soon as the radio call was through the fighters were in the air, tracking in on the artilery batery defending the shore. Followed less than thirty seconds by another pair of Fighters. the Myth class carrier surfaced and began deploying SX-24's but those would take a while to get on the deck and ready for launch. It wasn't long before the pilots spotted the shape of artillery guns jutting through whatever cover they were under and the aircraft fired a salvo of missiles to shred the artilery positions.

Captain Astrophel, while marching slowly through the elite sector, heard the rebel ambush and hurried swiftly over. The strike force arrived just too late to assist the ambushed soldiers.

Astrophel addressed a dictatorship soldier. "I need to speak with your CO. Quickly." Maybe now the strike force could receive some direction...

[Meanwhile]

"Captain, the enemies have stopped and are digging in."
"I can see that, fool," Captain Vortigern paused for a moment then ordered, "Don't give them any respite, open fire!"

Suddenly, night was turned into daylight as the Legionnaires fired as one. Vortigern strode to the front then ducked behind a building. Checking his suit readings, he hefted his arm-mounted vulcan then stepped out into the open. Tracer fire raked the enemy position, but he was forced to duck behind the building again as a tank swiveled his way. "Someone take out those tanks!"

Darth Visas survived the swath of death left by the Dictator government soldiers, a smile on her lips. "They have done themselves quite well..." She commented, easing her way through the Government sector. Up ahead some more was the Elite sector, where the government troops were, as well as friendly foriegn nationals. But, that wasn't where her attention was at...

While the troops had did a good job at killing NEARLY everyone, she could sense a life here or there amongst the rubble, hiding and hoping to not be discovered.

She passed over the ruined remains of a building devasted by a rocket. Using the Force, she moved aside a large slab of concrete. Underneath it, was a body of a seemingly dead rebel. However, despite his best efforts at playing dead, it was obvious to her that he really wasn't.

With a sweep of her hand, the lone rebel is yanked up by his uniform, suspended in mid-air by the Force. He struggled uselessly.

Darth Visas regarded the young soldier for a moment. He was very young, a teenager, no older then fifteen or sixteen. "Fret not, young one. I am a friend." She cooed soothingly to him as she lowered him to his feet, "I am a Jedi. I will lend your rebellion the assistance it needs to push the government soldiers and their international allies out of this city, and tilt the revolution in the favor of the rebellion. Please, take me to the leaders of the rebellion so I can relay important information to them about the government troops, and the impending attack that's coming..." Her soft-spoken request was further made believable (And very followable) by subtle use of Force Manipulation...


((OOC: Automail, if you want, you can controll the Rebel soldier. If not, I'll do it. And yes, Darth Visas is still a supporter of the Dictorship government. :P))

The rookies held their ground, firing heavily into the oncoming Fhtagn troops, but with their lack of weapons training it did very little good. Too many kids were felled, and even though reinforcements from the Generals defending entourage they were still pushed back. After twenty of them fell, a few rookies in the back lines pointed towards the sky to a friendly hail of parachutes which was soon joined with the friendly buzzing of Derelect engines. The dropships entered range first, the Derelect opening fire from all their twin cannons, tracers speeding like a mass of sparks. They soon created a semi-circle around the north through east of the Fhtagn troops, dropping off their squads and flying back to their dropships. During their retreat, the Fhtagn troops ripped apart the engine of a Derelect wth their fire, causing it to spin wildly and take out another dropship.

The parachuters that were above the enemy troops unharnessed themselves from their squad seats, pulling out their knives or installing their bayonets. While their seats started fluttering away slowly due to wind, they leaped into the troops below and began close quarters combat. Seeing their brothers' attack on the troops, the rest of the soldiers fromt he dropships advanced and joined in the fight. A path of them were pushed aside as Lance Rizer, bloodlust filling his eyes, charged into combat while extending his Naginata.

(OOC: 32 Rookies died along with two tanks, one more tank losing a tread. 25 soldiers who drifted away from landing in the industrial zone joined in along with 120 troops from the dropships [8 dropships * 3 squads per dropship * 5soldiers per squad. I beleive that is right..] making a total of 209 soldiers and rookies and one tank :) )

The Legionnaires were shaken by the sudden arrival of a whole new force right in the midst of their own formation, but held their ground. Their attention was taken off the rookies onto this new threat. Legionnaires pulled out their combat knives and exoskeletons, having no hands, wielded their mounted weaponry like sledgehammers. (Note: engaging in close combat with a power armored soldier is not a good idea for most people)

Meanwhile: Strike force 1 is still waiting for orders...

OOC: Sorry for the short post.. School work is keeping me busy

(Good thing that exoskeletons have a slower reaction time..)

Lance, seeing the disadvantage of fighting sgainst the skeletons, began to take the matters personally. He leaped unto the back of the closest one and jammed his blade right beneath the helmet wear it connects to the neck, prying apart the electronics and the flesh beneath. The other soldiers, having seen some of the brutality faced by the more unlucky comrades, began to avoid the skeletons, which left them unoccupied, giving them time to pry lance away from dismembering one of their own. Of course, other Nissian soldiers with less luck still faced most of the unoccupied skeletons.

(Fhtagn is lying! He has little homework. He is just playing tetris on his calculator again! XD

My excuse for lack of rp is that I had little rping to do :P)

((Not too much slower reflexes... It's just limited to how fast the motors will move the limbs. The suits are linked to the wearers brain so it can anticipate the wearers movements and move accordingly.))

A few of the Legionnaires broke away from the fighting and began shooting any enemy combatants who made themselves open targets by stepping back from the fighting. The rest seemed to take a singular glee in ripping their foes apart with their knives. In fact, the bodies of their slain comrades laying around them didn't bother them anymore. Even as good as the Legionnaires were good at ignoring their casualties, there was no doubt that they had taken quite a lot of damage from the suprise attack. The shattered remains of powered armor lay here and there and the ground was slick with blood. The melee went on...

((9 exoskeletons have been lost along with 53 legionnaires leaving 157 legionnaires and 16 'skeletons))

((Strike force 1 still has no clue...))

(OOC: Sorry for not responding for so long, it's been a tough week and I'm just now getting time to RP again. Will continue my part after dinner tonight.)

*whistles innocuously*

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The troops, tired of this enlengthened close combat, noticed through the corners of their eyes that flares were shot further inside the Government district. Promptly a nearby dropship flew in, and fairly soon after flew back away.

A few of the Rookies looked down at Jonathon as they held him down as now to rock inside the Derelect. His shoulder was hit, the fibers of his uniform glueing themselve to him by his blood. Jonathon himself blinked twice and fell into a deep sleep.

(I just needed him to get ready for something else not related to this..)

Vortigern glanced behind him, noting that the fighting inside the government district had stopped, and gave the order to fall back. "This has gone on long enough, fall back into the Government sector. Squads 2 through 4, provide covering fire." Close combat is so 15th century... Now we can show them true military power, whoever they are... he thought to himself. "Don't let anything get in your way. Squad 5, get me the CO of the Automail contingent nearby. Tell him I want to speak with him directly."

OOC:Automail! We need you!

[OOC: Sorry guys I have to go out of town soon. So I'll be closing this. I thank you though for RPing. I may start another up upon my return.]