Concremo
10-05-2005, 23:51
OOC: The four Primarchs are the leaders of each of Concremo's four military divisions, each controling an infintry, tank, air and naval force. All police and special ops forces are completely independant and operated by the Grand Liraton (government). This structure allows five very different separate armies, that work co-operatively to outmanouvre the enemy.
IC:
He had read about it, he had heard about it, hell, he had even seen it in films, but never. Never in his life did he actually expect to see the 'the' big red button. Not just a big red button, but his means of survival. His means of escape. This was only the preparation stage, preparation for a Nuclear attack that would surprise the world as much as the country. The actual activation was controlled by a rather small silver button, on a detonator kept in his pocket. Hidden in the Concremo capital, he had sixteen 60 megaton thermonuclear warheads, that would remain an ace of many up his lengthy sleeves. He was known only as Primarch, one of the four warlords that governed the Concremian military. The others were the Patriot, the Warmaster and the Overlord. Each controlled a small army, combining to form the Nations military in every form. The others would join him, and take control of this place. He pressed the button, and a light flashing 'armed' appeared on the main screen. At that moment, the other warlords of Concremo entered to survey the scene. The Primarch nodded briefly, and his Elite Cadre of bodyguards opened fire on the handfull of scientists, engineers and technicians that had made this possible. The others stood in silence, then smiled. Each of them had plotted, and now they would take Concremo for their own. When the Emperors head was off his shoulders and the Citadel was merely rubble, they would form a militaristic government of their own, where each of the four warlords would decide on what to do. For too long have they recieved no funding, and had to pay out of their pockets with the hard earnings of their corporations, for too long have they recieved no government backing to recruit soldiers, and for too long have they hungered for conflict. Now they shall be satiated, and their word shall be law.
At noon the next day, international war was declared. No target nation was announced, and strangely, all naval forces were drafted into the army and air force. The media was alert, and triggered when shady negotiations with mercinaries were rumoured to be at their highest. Three mysterious deaths later and they started to lay off, turning the public eye to the rising economy and upcoming election.
Something was wrong, and the populace knew it. Police were doubled, and heavily armed, whilst all gladiatorial fights of the forseeable future had been cancelled without explanation. Soldiers were rounded up and sent to military bases on the outskirts of the capital, and war was brewing.
The attack fell on June 3rd, as a transport supposedly bearing the four warlords landed on the Citadel Helipad, and unleashed twenty Elite Cadre into the building. Minutes later, hundreds of paratroopers were dropped to secure the streets as tanks rolled in and the initial strike team made their way to the 200th floor, where the emperor was at all times.
Sensing a collabiration between the four warlords had favoured an uprising, the Grand Liraton instantly recalled all police and SWAT, in preparation for the battle. Civilians were taken from their homes, and within hours the streets were decorated with vibrant propaganda posters.
The userpers had united themselves under the name of the High Judgement, and progresses their swift occupation of the capital. An hour after the assault began, an emergency broadcast showed the Emperor himself being lead blindfold onto the helipad, in full view of the News helicopters. It was there, with every last citizen glued to their televisions, that Civil War was decared, and the Nation was rendered leaderless. The emperors riddled carcass was dragged aboard the transport, and taken away.
The Grand Liraton was in chaos, and called upon the eight most highly trained men in the nation, and possibly the world. They were the Liraton Knights, used to settle internal conflicts in a role similar to a standard SWAT team. It was even rumoured that these men could dodge bullets, but no potential shooter had ever got a shot off.
The Red Scorpion Mercenaries had officially declared both their existence and their allegiance to the Grand Liraton, bringing some 50 000 men into service against their own military. The High Judgement controlled close to 100 000 active soldiers each, and would fight to the last standing man. Gladiators and various ex-military convicts were quickly snatched by the Grand Liraton, given a refresher course and sent for armament and deployment on the streets of the capital.
The message of war finally sunk in when a stinger missile was launched at the Citadel front steps, killing several High Judgement soldiers. Helicopters were put into action, and snipers haunted the streets as the echoing march of war drew nearer and nearer to an inevitable conflict where the expansion of territory would be payed for with blood and lead.
OOC: feel free to get involved and support either side. The HJ have manpower but the GL have training and high potential international help.
IC:
He had read about it, he had heard about it, hell, he had even seen it in films, but never. Never in his life did he actually expect to see the 'the' big red button. Not just a big red button, but his means of survival. His means of escape. This was only the preparation stage, preparation for a Nuclear attack that would surprise the world as much as the country. The actual activation was controlled by a rather small silver button, on a detonator kept in his pocket. Hidden in the Concremo capital, he had sixteen 60 megaton thermonuclear warheads, that would remain an ace of many up his lengthy sleeves. He was known only as Primarch, one of the four warlords that governed the Concremian military. The others were the Patriot, the Warmaster and the Overlord. Each controlled a small army, combining to form the Nations military in every form. The others would join him, and take control of this place. He pressed the button, and a light flashing 'armed' appeared on the main screen. At that moment, the other warlords of Concremo entered to survey the scene. The Primarch nodded briefly, and his Elite Cadre of bodyguards opened fire on the handfull of scientists, engineers and technicians that had made this possible. The others stood in silence, then smiled. Each of them had plotted, and now they would take Concremo for their own. When the Emperors head was off his shoulders and the Citadel was merely rubble, they would form a militaristic government of their own, where each of the four warlords would decide on what to do. For too long have they recieved no funding, and had to pay out of their pockets with the hard earnings of their corporations, for too long have they recieved no government backing to recruit soldiers, and for too long have they hungered for conflict. Now they shall be satiated, and their word shall be law.
At noon the next day, international war was declared. No target nation was announced, and strangely, all naval forces were drafted into the army and air force. The media was alert, and triggered when shady negotiations with mercinaries were rumoured to be at their highest. Three mysterious deaths later and they started to lay off, turning the public eye to the rising economy and upcoming election.
Something was wrong, and the populace knew it. Police were doubled, and heavily armed, whilst all gladiatorial fights of the forseeable future had been cancelled without explanation. Soldiers were rounded up and sent to military bases on the outskirts of the capital, and war was brewing.
The attack fell on June 3rd, as a transport supposedly bearing the four warlords landed on the Citadel Helipad, and unleashed twenty Elite Cadre into the building. Minutes later, hundreds of paratroopers were dropped to secure the streets as tanks rolled in and the initial strike team made their way to the 200th floor, where the emperor was at all times.
Sensing a collabiration between the four warlords had favoured an uprising, the Grand Liraton instantly recalled all police and SWAT, in preparation for the battle. Civilians were taken from their homes, and within hours the streets were decorated with vibrant propaganda posters.
The userpers had united themselves under the name of the High Judgement, and progresses their swift occupation of the capital. An hour after the assault began, an emergency broadcast showed the Emperor himself being lead blindfold onto the helipad, in full view of the News helicopters. It was there, with every last citizen glued to their televisions, that Civil War was decared, and the Nation was rendered leaderless. The emperors riddled carcass was dragged aboard the transport, and taken away.
The Grand Liraton was in chaos, and called upon the eight most highly trained men in the nation, and possibly the world. They were the Liraton Knights, used to settle internal conflicts in a role similar to a standard SWAT team. It was even rumoured that these men could dodge bullets, but no potential shooter had ever got a shot off.
The Red Scorpion Mercenaries had officially declared both their existence and their allegiance to the Grand Liraton, bringing some 50 000 men into service against their own military. The High Judgement controlled close to 100 000 active soldiers each, and would fight to the last standing man. Gladiators and various ex-military convicts were quickly snatched by the Grand Liraton, given a refresher course and sent for armament and deployment on the streets of the capital.
The message of war finally sunk in when a stinger missile was launched at the Citadel front steps, killing several High Judgement soldiers. Helicopters were put into action, and snipers haunted the streets as the echoing march of war drew nearer and nearer to an inevitable conflict where the expansion of territory would be payed for with blood and lead.
OOC: feel free to get involved and support either side. The HJ have manpower but the GL have training and high potential international help.