NationStates Jolt Archive

Nanjuku Times
Kyoshiro, Capital Building, Supreme House of Chancellors: Protesters today are raising their voice over the "racist" laws in Pacitalia. The Pacitalian Immigration Act* is denying Hiroshikans from entering and leaving freely from the Pacitalian nation. These barrier laws have been enacted for over a century* now. Protesters say they have been denied of rights by the Pacitalian govenment. The people are beckoning the world to respond to this injustice. Supreme Chancellor Sanjiro Tomodachi speaks on the people's behalf:

"The Hiroshikan Government wishes to end the denial into the Pacitalian nation. We are no longer a threat as we were once noted. We have no connections with the ALM* Please consider in dropping the barriers between both nations. I ask the world to pledge the destruction of the obstructions to justice."
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OOC: Pacitalia,
* Your laws earlier denied Hiroshikans the permission to enter your country. I hope you can recall that.
* I've been estimating on how long I haven't been RPing...I'm just going to say a century.
*ALM: Anime Liberation Movement; I don't know if it exists anymore. However, we were never involved in that.

The Omzian government, having ties to Pacitalia through various organizations, feels that while the plea by the Hiroshikan government can be understandable, it is without backing as the Pacitalian government has the right to decide how they will manage their immigration policies and system, which quite possibly includes the denial of entry into Pacitalian soil by the people of the Hiroshikan nation. Thus, for whatever reason it might be, we feel that the Pacitalian government has the right to further enforce their policy of denying Hiroshikan citizens from entering their nation. It is far from the boundaries of injustice; instead, it is the people of the Hiroshikan government who are incorrect in branding a nation's right to enforce their immigration policies as "injustice".

Ministry of Foreign Affairs

OOC: Apologies if my IC stance is not welcomed; however, you did state that you are announcing this to the world.

Official Statement, Incorporated Sarzonian Government

If we didn't find this accusation of Pacitalian racism to be such a blatantly failed character assassination attempt, we would find it highly amusing. You have a lot of nerve to use the term "racist" to describe Pacitalian immigration policies affecting your countrymen.

We agree with our Omzian colleagues that each country reserves the right to set its own policies. Knowing the people and government of Pacitalia, they probably had a damn good reason for their decision.

Watch your step before it comes back to bite you in the end.

Nicole Lewis
Senior Vice President for Internal Affairs
Incorporated States of Sarzonia

"Euroslavia pledges its support of her ally, Pacitalia in such times. The leadership of Pacitalia has every right as a sovereign nation to determine what is beneficial to its nation, and what can only cause trouble. It has been decided by the Pacitalian government that Hiroshikans will be denied access to the territories of Pacitalia. We fully back their leaderships' decision, as each nation has the right to determine its immigration policies."

Lady Destra nos Thiendrel,
Free Dictator of Euroslavia

As new statements from nations arrive at the Supreme Edifice, Supreme Chancellor Tomodachi prepares for a counter-arguement speech. Tomodachi slowly steps up the podium, surrounded by new reporters, journalists, and cameramen and women in this historical event. He slowly reaches for the microphone; his age has made him a weary man, but through his ambitions, continued with the speech. He says:

To the people of the world.
Why is its acceptable to deny someone entry into a country when their country of origin has done NOTHING to offend that nation? Is this not racism at work? Do the cogs of the Pacitalian govenment favor those of a similar physical or national stature. Surely the Pacitalian government is far more civilized than that. I beckon the Pacitalian government to consider in changing the harsh rules implied on our peoples. I invite the Pacitalian leader to a peace conference that will be set in our most revered capital, Kyoshiro. His allies are also invited. I do not wish to start a conflict, I wish to merely change a slight injustice done upon our people. That is all."

OOC: Apologies if my IC stance is not welcomed; however, you did state that you are announcing this to the world.

No, its ok. I'm addressing this issue to the world. Comments from other nations are ok. =)

Official Statement

I do not understand how you find that attacking Pacitalia’s policies is going to get you anywhere. Pacitalia being one of our strongest allies we do pledge all support that the government needs.

We believe that Pacitalia has setup these immigration restrictions for a legitimate reason. Also they reserve any right to setup their immigration polices to suit any need that they have. And we support the governments’ decision that was made in hopes to protect their country from terrorist attacks.

And as the Sarzonian Senior Vice President for Internal Affairs said things will come back and bite you in the end.

Minister of Diplomatic Relations,
Allegra Luanna

Official Statement of the Ministry of International Relations and Foreign Affairs
Government of the Republic of Pacitalia

Supreme Chancellor Tomodachi,

At this time, we regret to inform you we are uninterested in both a conference and also in the re-establishment of diplomatic relations and free popular flow with the nation of Hiroshiko.

We are uninterested in the conference principally because it would be better suited for a place on neutral ground, which will be hard to find in such a delicate yet unnoticed international situation. We also are uninterested based on the fact that the ALM has not completely disappeared and we have been given no veritable proof by your government that you have had no part whatsoever in attacks on Pacitalian lives and infrastructure.

Until we see that proof, and until we have any interest in repairing relations, I am afraid I must pass on any of your offers and claim that sovereignty overrules all, here in this particular situation. As my country's allies have stated, and I thank them for their time, it should not be your concern to demand of the Pacitalian government a relaxation or disbandment of laws preventing Hiroshikian entry and exit, but merely your concern to attempt to repair diplomatic relations and proceed from that point. However, as I said earlier in this communique, the Prime Minister informs me he is uninterested in the reconstitution of relations with you.

I warn you that any attempts to force us into talks will be met with dire consequences. As Pacitalia's greatest ally, Sarzonia, has stated so aptly, "watch your step". Watch your step, indeed. We are watching your moves.

Good day to you, Chancellor.

Sincerely,
Kemal Bezir Araz
Agustinate of International Relations

Offical Statement
Confederacy of Pax Topaz

The government of the Republic of Pacitalia have every right to deny access of peoples from any country. It is their right as a nation to deny, weather for their national security or simply because they woudl perfer your people out of their country.

OOC: Hiroshiko, two things:

1. I'm still here.
2. Haven't seen you in a while.....nice to see you again.

IC:

Oh come on! I know one nation has the right to deny citizens from the other, but this does not make any sense. This is no better than the Chinese Exclusion Acts the Old USA made; and looking at the facts, I'd have to say that despite what YOU say, your nation is a hive of racist hypocrisy.

Jake Featherston IV
President
Reunited States of America

IC: "Who the hell died and made YOU the arbiter of what racism is? If you're going to sit there with a straight face and call Timothy Ell's government racist, you should just shut up and go back to elementary school because you obviously have no fucking clue what racism is.

"Racism is what blacks had to go through from Reconstruction through the Civil Rights protests of the 1960s. And beyond. Anyone with half a brain should know that. Obviously, you don't have even a single cell working up there.

"If you look at the fact, those ruffians you call 'citizens' were nothing but a bunch of hoodlum terrorists. If you really believe you're so aggrieved as to accuse Pacitalia of being racist, you'd better come up with come concrete evidence that absolves your government of responsibility for terrorist attacks in Pacitalia. Otherwise, you'd do us all a huge favour by just shutting your pie hole or crawling back under that rock you came from."

Nicole Lewis
Senior Vice President for Internal Affairs
Incorporated States of Sarzonia

OOC: Hiroshiko, I think you should label your OOC posts better in the future. I was able to tell that your clarification for Omz was a OOC post, but just be on the safe side. Also, none of the above insults reflect my OOC views of you as a person, just IC bluster from a blunt official in my government.

Official Yaforite Government Response

So it has come to this, has it? An enemy of one of the greatest nations in the world, Pacitalia, has accused the other of racism! That is ridiculous! Might as well call Yafor 2 Nazi. It would be more true.

Pacitalia, who we support wholeheartedly, is not racist, nor anti-Hiroshiko. You are a fool, sir, a fool who seeks to do many things that he cannot do, yet wishes to do. Pacitalia has a reason for his actions, and a good one. You do not.

Yafor 2 stands near an ally who has always stood by them

~Signed~
Guillermo Vicente
Chief Minister of Yafor 2.

IC:

We will note this unfolding situation with interest.

We however do not recognise any claims that the Pacitalian Government is in anyway 'Racist' unless evidence of widespread discrimination is brought before us.

-Random Imperial Guilder Bureaucrat

OOC: Glorified Tag really.

Well, well! I see we like to slander, and talk wrongly to others who disagree with stated policy. Frankly, I find your tones....laughable.

First off, the Reunited States was geuninely created from REAL American states, some liberated from Socialist oppression, others redeemed from Fabusist tyranny after the fall of the Kahtan Empire. They are real people who are upright, and honest! These people are not terrorists-I tell you this.

And I am aware of racism- my Father, Jake Featherston III, served as a lawyer, litigating hundreds of cases for blacks, Jews, Hispanics, anybody oppressed by racism. I saw Klansmen during the 1980's beat and lynch innocent Jews, and even my best friend, who dared to defend a black man from them. I fight still against racism, my government does not discriminate on race. So I would ask you to reconsider your evaluation of my knowledge of racism.

As for the evidence corner, I present the fact that during the incident at Springbrook, the Reunited States did not exist. My government could not possibly have aided and abetted the murderers in that incident, unless it magically traveled through time. If you insist on hard proof, I have papers, and tapes.

And yes, I have good reasons to intervene in this case- the racism, as you say, does not exist. However, I see it only as nonexistent on the surface- I find that when perused and evaluated, the intent is there.

Jake Featherston IV
President
Reunited States

To: Hiroshikan Government
From: Sir George Fredericks, Minister for Foreign Affairs and International Development, UKIN
Subject: Protests against Pacitalian Immigration Procedures

Honourable Ladies and Gentlemen of the Hiroshikan Government,

His Isselmerian and Nielander Majesty's Government has examined the statements made by your government. With regret, we in HM Government must side with our great comrades within the Omzian Democratic Republic, our brave and stalwart friends in the Incorporated States of Sarzonia, and our dear colleagues in the Pacitalian Republic. It is a question of internal politics that HM Government feels is not comparable to the "Yellow Scare" mentality of North American or Oceanian governments of the late nineteenth- and early twentieth-centuries but an immigration policy based on real security concerns.

We in HM Government are sorry that this policy offends you, but in these uncertain times self-defence and the protection of one's friends and allies come first.

Sincerely,

The Rt Hon Sir George Fredericks, KL, MP, CS, PC, RC
Minister for Foreign Affairs and International Development
UKIN

To: Hiroshikan Government
From: Sir George Fredericks, Minister for Foreign Affairs and International Development, UKIN
Subject: Protests against Pacitalian Immigration Procedures

Honourable Ladies and Gentlemen of the Hiroshikan Government,

His Isselmerian and Nielander Majesty's Government has examined the statements made by your government. With regret, we in HM Government must side with our great comrades within the Omzian Democratic Republic, our brave and stalwart friends in the Incorporated States of Sarzonia, and our dear colleagues in the Pacitalian Republic. It is a question of internal politics that HM Government feels is not comparable to the "Yellow Scare" mentality of North American or Oceanian governments of the late nineteenth- and early twentieth-centuries but an immigration policy based on real security concerns.

We in HM Government are sorry that this policy offends you, but in these uncertain times self-defence and the protection of one's friends and allies come first.

Sincerely,

The Rt Hon Sir George Fredericks, KL, MP, CS, PC, RC
Minister for Foreign Affairs and International Development
UKIN

OOC: As Upper Xen, now.

IC:

Good sir, what threat does Hiroshiko prove? She has not recently committed aggressive actions, and she has certainly not been committed to any kind of subversive or militaristic policy that has been observed. If I remember distinctly, nothing in my memory jogs any incident in which they posed a threat to Pacitalia.

As for their supposed connection to the RALM, our National Police has been tracking them- records indicate that they even tried to bomb the Hiroshikites, such is the RALM's pathological hostility; and tapes and testimony from ex-RALM agents indicate that Ms. Ayasugi has had no intention of seeking aid or any kind of joint venture with Hiroshiko's government. So I would cut them some slack.

Antonin Kirov
Director
Xenizen National Police

Public Position of the Empire
As an ally of Pacitalia we stand by any decision made by said nation. We feel compelled to justify our stance through the fact that a sovereign state has every right to choose its own path concerning immigration and politics. Regardless, we are sure that the nation of Hiroshiko can find ample trading partners elsewhere, taking in mind the fact that the world is composed of many more nations than Pacitalia. Nevertheless, we support Pacitalia and any decision reached by Pacitalia.

OOC: Hiroshiko, two things:

1. I'm still here.
2. Haven't seen you in a while.....nice to see you again.

OOC: Yay! I'm glad you're still RPing! I haven't and I'm ashamed of myself =P

IC:
To the most esteemed leaders of Pacitalia and her allies,

I, Chancellor Tomodachi, am dissapointed in you and your allies' lack of interest and concern in this general matter. Must I escalate this simple problem? I am merely asking for the permission of my people into your nation. Unless you and your council offer concrete and viable proof that we have ties to the Anime Liberation Movement, then we will pursue this matter until justice has been done. As of today, Hiroshiko is freezing all Pacitalian assets in the commerical and industrial sects. A trade embargo is in place as well. I also encourage other nations to join me in this boycott of Pacitalian goods until something has been done. That is all I have to say.

- Supreme Chancellor Tomodachi, Head Leader of Hiroshiko

Official Statement of the Ministry of International Relations and Foreign Affairs
Government of the Republic of Pacitalia

I'm afraid your economic sanctions and accompanying asset-freeze do nothing to sway our position. As far as we know, there has been no Pacitalian investment in Hiroshiko or its private corporations since before the ALM terrorist attacks on Pacitalia and the Battle at Springbrook nearly seven months ago. If there was, it would have happened before, and on the advice of the Prime Minister, those Pacitalian economic envoys would have closed their accounts and removed all private economic ties to Hiroshiko.

I fail to see why we must give you proof, when proving your national innocence is your responsibility. The Xenizen national security reports suggesting you had no involvement are of absolutely no value to us. Until you give us solid, documented and thorough proof that you had absolutely no involvement whatsoever - and when we mean no, we mean zero - in the terrorist attacks on Pacitalian soil by the ALM in late October and early November of last year, and that you had given no support whatsoever to counter-SAFD forces mainly staffed by the ALM in the Battle of Springbrook in early December, you do not have the luxury of unhindered travel to and from the Republic of Pacitalia. That word is final.

If you wanted any chance of restoring ties, the economic sanctions, although redundant for reasons mentioned, were a terribly immature and irresponsible move on your part. You should be ashamed. As you can see, things are stacked heavily against you thanks to the appreciated support of my allies. We in Pacitalia have no racist prejudices against Hiroshiko, all we want is proof that you didn't have any involvement with the ALM in anti-Pacitalian operations at any time, and when we get that, we will reconsider our legislation of prevention against your citizens.

Kemal Bezir Araz
Agustinate of International Relations

SIC:

What! ? Our reports are of no value?

Mr. Araz, I am astonished by your audacity. I personally find the fact you toss them to the side like yesterday's garbage and demand proof from Hiroshiko directly to be not only brutish, but an act that can only be described as ungrateful, and even McCarthyist, for it smacks of witch-huntery. If they had any complacency with the RALM, they would have given any information already.

Rosa Luxembourg Fujimoto
Acting President
PRUX

IC:
To the most esteemed leaders of Pacitalia and her allies,

I, Chancellor Tomodachi, am dissapointed in you and your allies' lack of interest and concern in this general matter. Must I escalate this simple problem? I am merely asking for the permission of my people into your nation. Unless you and your council offer concrete and viable proof that we have ties to the Anime Liberation Movement, then we will pursue this matter until justice has been done. As of today, Hiroshiko is freezing all Pacitalian assets in the commerical and industrial sects. A trade embargo is in place as well. I also encourage other nations to join me in this boycott of Pacitalian goods until something has been done. That is all I have to say.

- Supreme Chancellor Tomodachi, Head Leader of Hiroshiko

SIC:

Comrade, we are with you. If anything happens, you have our support.

Rosa Luxembourg Fujimoto
Acting President
PRUX

Nanjuku Times

Ban On Pacitalian Goods Begins; Other Nations Encouraged to Support Movement

Kyoshiro, Rysenshi Trade Tower: Protesters outside of the city's international trading center yell over the ongoing disputes with Hiroshiko and Pacitalia. "Damn Pacitalians, you call yourselves a REPUBLIC when you DENY certain people of priveliges!??" remarks 33 year old woman Akami Sarenjiro. She is one of the many protesters outside of the center holding signs that promote the banning of Pacitalian goods. Movements such as these have spurred in other parts of the nation, most notably Nyamoshima, Kitengi, and Hitenjiyama. While the nation's viewpoint is changing, Supreme Chancellor Tomodachi has announced new responses to the recent telegrams from the Pacitalian government. In his speech, all Pacitalian assets have been frozen and Pacitalian goods have been boycotted. He is also proud to announce the most revered nation of "Upper Xen" as another voice in the fight for the change in laws.

OOC: I do believe Pacitalia has an embassy in UX.

IC:

Tokyo (AP)-

Today, crowds on both the Rebel and Red sides have staged a series of pro-Hiroshiko rallies today in Hong Kong, Shanghai, and other Xenizen cities, finding an issue they can agree on.

Speaking from a dais in in front of the Diet, Mayor Junichiro Huang-Nakayama proclaimed:

"We hold solidarity with Hiroshiko. This intolerable barrier to the free flow of men and goods is intolerable, and can only have been motivated by morbid fears of the 'Yellow Peril.' Sure, the Pacitalians claim they're not racist, but look at that law, and you'll see that deep down, Timmy Ell is just using the RALM as an excuse to hate on not only Hiroshiko, but all of our Asian brothers. Are we gonna take this?!"

The crowd reportedly responded: "HELL NO!"

It was reported that Huang then said, "It is my belief then, that until they can demonstrate that they were born as clean as God's fingers, and they can produce the evidence themselves that the Hiroshiko government joined with the RALM, we ain't gonna hear a word!"

He then was reported to have produced a picture of Timothy Ell and said, "If the Pacitalians are listenin' this is what we think of them!" and set it on fire befroe throwing it into a spitoon.

In addition, a pro-Hiroshiko ralliy was staged by Free Xenizen allies outside of the Pacitalian Embassy in Hong Kong, numbering some 50,000 strong and chanting "Hey hey, Timmy Ell, get your Klansmans' ass to Hell!" Though HKPD kept them under control, an incident nearly occured when the Pacitalian Representative's car was pelted with moldy lettuce, resulting in ten arrests.

Secret IC:
At the Central Edifice: Congressional Building

"Those Pacitalians are racist bastards!" ,says The Secretary of Foreign Affairs. "Completely idiotic. They simply 'threw' out the evidence from Upper Xen! I'm telling you, Chancellor Tomodachi, they're racist."

"I agree with you. Those actions do seem racist." ,replies Tomodachi, in a soft, elderly voice. "That is why I enacted the ban on Pacitalian goods. It should be enough to coax them into laxing the laws. However, I do somewhat respect their decision. I will not wage a war on this petty issue. I will first bring this matter into the world arena through diplomatic means."

"They've declined once, they'll do it again!" ,says the secretary, in an angry tone. "Military action will force them into removing those laws. I'm asking you for an approval of military action. Economic sanctions aren't enough. I want to blockade the fucking Pacitalian nation."

"Please, do not be so hasty. If they disturb the peace in Hiroshiko, you will have my permission to perform a military action. However, it will not lead to an escalation to war. I would much rather have a discussion at a table, rather then sending my civilians into a conflict."

"I will continue writing to the Pacitalian government. As of right now, no military action, only diplomacy. With the support of Upper Xen, I believe diplomacy should work. Carry on with your duties, Secretary."

"Yes, sir."

SIC To the Hiroshiko Government:

We wish to meet with you about the situation. We are at civil war, but we are willing to put this on hold should things get too hot.

Rosa Luxembourg Fujimoto
Acting President
PRUX

Gordon Lew
Acting President
Free Xenizen Forces

"I find it absolutely beyond the pale that your government and those sorry excuses for human beings you call your 'allies' are so dense that they don't realise that if they are to accuse a government of something as systemic as racism, the burden of proof is on them to prove that the Republic of Pacitalia is in fact racist. So far, they have not produced a shred of evidence to support that outrageous claim.

"We assert that the governments of Hiroshiko and their sorry lot of misguided idiot allies are guilty of slander and defamation of character. We hereby announce that any citizens of Hiroshiko, the Reunited States, or Upper Xen who happen to be in Sarzonia are given 72 hours to depart at their own or their government's expense or they will face detainment. In addition, any Sarzonian citizens who happen to be in any of those countries or their respective allies must depart within 72 hours.

"We note that we have no relations or trade with any of the countries in question, and until such time as the respective leaders get their heads out of their asses, rescind their uncommonly stupid policies, and issue a formal apology to the Democratic Republic of Pacitalia, there will be no possibility of relations with any of those countries.

"I strongly advise you to either put up your evidence or shut up and don't bother us again like the grubby little insects you are."

Nicole Lewis
Senior Vice President for External Affairs
Incorporated States of Sarzonia

The Omzian Republic is most distressed in regards to the news about the further worsening of the situation, as the Hiroshiko government continues their mindless protest against Pacitalian policies, which by every means, are of a self-centered nature and will only further worsen the current crisis that is emerging among both Hiroshiko and Pacitalia. Further, the accusations against the leaders of Pacitalia is baseless, illogical, and irrational, as it does not take anything into account but the grudge that the Hiroshiko government holds against our allies at Pacitalia, whom are rightfully exercising their immigration policies to further reinforce national security and prosperity. Indeed, it is unthinkable that the leaders of Hiroshiko still wishes to continue this ridiculous form of protest. The effects of the backing of Hiroshiko by the government of Upper Xen is negligible, as the laughable insults and accusations tossed towards the glorious leaders of Pacitalia by the uncivilized people of Upper Xen achieves no effect but creating humour for the leaders of Pacitalia and the Omzian Republic.

As the situation is currently degrading into the caves of an economic war, we have no choice but to continue our switch of support to Pacitalia, diplomatically and economically. As such, if the government of Hiroshiko continues to maintain their economic restrictions against Pacitalia, we will be forced to reply in kind with full embargo against Hiroshiko goods and services. Omzian citizens will pull out of Hiroshiko and Upper Xen immediately, followed by the deportation of all Hiroshiko citizens on Omzian soil, without any harm of any kind being done onto these citizens.

Signed,

Office of the President,
Ministry of Foreign Affairs,
Omzian Democratic Republic

SIC To the Hiroshiko Government:

We wish to meet with you about the situation. We are at civil war, but we are willing to put this on hold should things get too hot.

Rosa Luxembourg Fujimoto
Acting President
PRUX

Gordon Lew
Acting President
Free Xenizen Forces

Secret IC:
Yes, we wish to cooperate with you, the leaders of Upper Xen. However, this situation must not become your top priority if the Civil War is causing too much chaos in your regime and country. If you are able to handle it, then we can arrange a clandestine meeting at the Congressional Edifice, in the capital city. There, we will talk about the situation and the tensions between Pacitalia and her allies. Thank you for your cooperation.

- Chancellor Tomodachi

Official Statement of the Ministry of International Relations and Foreign Affairs
Government of the Republic of Pacitalia

You have misunderstood me, I am afraid. Your reports are of no use to us because your nation willingly harbors this terrorist faction, and above all, Xenizen involvement in this situation should be minimal because the Pacitalian government has, or had, forgive me, no qualms for proof with the Xenizen government.

Now, however, the situation has changed, and further irresponsible and immature moves have been made by both the governments of Hiroshiko and Upper Xen. As such, I, in my full authority and with the support of Prime Minister Timothy Ell and the executive branch of the government of Pacitalia, see it fit to hereby close the established diplomatic envoys by these two countries in Timiocato until such time that they have decided what is truly in their best interest, and therefore, I give the order to close the envoys immediately. All diplomats have twenty-four hours to exit Pacitalian soil before the legal option of detainment by the Pacitalian government comes into effect.

These governments should know now that an attempt to interfere with Pacitalian sovereignty in a military fashion would be creating a serious mistake with dire, unforgettably overwhelming consequences. We are completely unafraid of any attempts by your two governments to intimidate us, and we take any comments as such very, very seriously. Again, watch your step.

Kemal Bezir Araz
Agustinate of International Relations

[OOC: UX/Hiroshiko, check my embassy exchange topic here (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=376589), we have embassy exchanges with the both of you even though we still disallow Hiroshikan civilian entry/exit.]

"I find it absolutely beyond the pale that your government and those sorry excuses for human beings you call your 'allies' are so dense that they don't realise that if they are to accuse a government of something as systemic as racism, the burden of proof is on them to prove that the Republic of Pacitalia is in fact racist. So far, they have not produced a shred of evidence to support that outrageous claim.

"We assert that the governments of Hiroshiko and their sorry lot of misguided idiot allies are guilty of slander and defamation of character. We hereby announce that any citizens of Hiroshiko, the Reunited States, or Upper Xen who happen to be in Sarzonia are given 72 hours to depart at their own or their government's expense or they will face detainment. In addition, any Sarzonian citizens who happen to be in any of those countries or their respective allies must depart within 72 hours.

"We note that we have no relations or trade with any of the countries in question, and until such time as the respective leaders get their heads out of their asses, rescind their uncommonly stupid policies, and issue a formal apology to the Democratic Republic of Pacitalia, there will be no possibility of relations with any of those countries.

"I strongly advise you to either put up your evidence or shut up and don't bother us again like the grubby little insects you are."

Nicole Lewis
Senior Vice President for External Affairs
Incorporated States of Sarzonia

Wow. Got quite a mouth, don't we? Listen, whore, I may be handling a Civil War, but I will not hesitate to give your nation the swift kick in the ass it deserves if you continue to smack talk.

You wanna play rough? Fine. Effective immediately, we shall cease economic relations with Sarzonia. Didn't want to screw with a bunch of Capitalist jerks, anyway.

And as for that "insects" part, I'd like to point out that Upper Xen is no insect, but a massive economic juggernaut with some 2.475 billion people. So do your research first. Or were you being too much of a mental pygmy, pleasuring herself to notice?

Rosa Luxembourg Fujimoto
Acting President
PRUX

The Omzian Republic is most distressed in regards to the news about the further worsening of the situation, as the Hiroshiko government continues their mindless protest against Pacitalian policies, which by every means, are of a self-centered nature and will only further worsen the current crisis that is emerging among both Hiroshiko and Pacitalia. Further, the accusations against the leaders of Pacitalia is baseless, illogical, and irrational, as it does not take anything into account but the grudge that the Hiroshiko government holds against our allies at Pacitalia, whom are rightfully exercising their immigration policies to further reinforce national security and prosperity. Indeed, it is unthinkable that the leaders of Hiroshiko still wishes to continue this ridiculous form of protest. The effects of the backing of Hiroshiko by the government of Upper Xen is negligible, as the laughable insults and accusations tossed towards the glorious leaders of Pacitalia by the uncivilized people of Upper Xen achieves no effect but creating humour for the leaders of Pacitalia and the Omzian Republic.

As the situation is currently degrading into the caves of an economic war, we have no choice but to continue our switch of support to Pacitalia, diplomatically and economically. As such, if the government of Hiroshiko continues to maintain their economic restrictions against Pacitalia, we will be forced to reply in kind with full embargo against Hiroshiko goods and services. Omzian citizens will pull out of Hiroshiko and Upper Xen immediately, followed by the deportation of all Hiroshiko citizens on Omzian soil, without any harm of any kind being done onto these citizens.

Signed,

Office of the President,
Ministry of Foreign Affairs,
Omzian Democratic Republic

See, you don't have to smack talk to me to talk. Fine. We will ship your citizens to your nation for free, since you were actually nice to us. Not like Ms. Lewis and her potty mouth.

Rosa Luxembourg Fujimoto
Acting President
PRUX

Population means nothing; you will find yourself begging to repair relations with us soon. I should point out, your actions against Sarzonia are an extremely big mistake, and have only aggravated the situation further. If you want to resolve the situation peacefully, it is a good idea for you and the rest of your people to sit down, shut up and work things out without resorting to war.

For now, PSAT has trained a few "eyes" on you, as well.

-KBA

Official Statement of the Ministry of International Relations and Foreign Affairs
Government of the Republic of Pacitalia

You have misunderstood me, I am afraid. Your reports are of no use to us because your nation willingly harbors this terrorist faction, and above all, Xenizen involvement in this situation should be minimal because the Pacitalian government has, or had, forgive me, no qualms for proof with the Xenizen government.

Now, however, the situation has changed, and further irresponsible and immature moves have been made by both the governments of Hiroshiko and Upper Xen. As such, I, in my full authority and with the support of Prime Minister Timothy Ell and the executive branch of the government of Pacitalia, see it fit to hereby close the established diplomatic envoys by these two countries in Timiocato until such time that they have decided what is truly in their best interest, and therefore, I give the order to close the envoys immediately. All diplomats have twenty-four hours to exit Pacitalian soil before the legal option of detainment by the Pacitalian government comes into effect.

These governments should know now that an attempt to interfere with Pacitalian sovereignty in a military fashion would be creating a serious mistake with dire, unforgettably overwhelming consequences. We are completely unafraid of any attempts by your two governments to intimidate us, and we take any comments as such very, very seriously. Again, watch your step.

Kemal Bezir Araz
Agustinate of International Relations

[OOC: UX/Hiroshiko, check my embassy exchange topic here (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=376589), we have embassy exchanges with the both of you even though we still disallow Hiroshikan civilian entry/exit.]

Fine, man. Just so you know, we were actually rounding people up and arresting them....don't be a drag. And I doubt you can get those diplomats to leave, you'll have to talk to Gordy Lew-they're his men.

Rosa Luxembourg Fujimoto
Acting President
PRUX

OOC: Really, we were....didn't have time to RP it, what with Juggling AP History and puppets and all.

If we have to force them out, that will be the case. For now, I would recommend they leave peacefully.

KBA

Official Statement, Incorporated Sarzonian Government

"We have done our research, Madame President, and we strongly suggest you do your own research. If you try to "give us a swift kick in the ass," you find our foot lodged in your posterior faster than you can say 'tungsten rod.'

"We once again would like to point out that we have no trade with your government, so all you are doing is closing a door that doesn't even exist to begin with. We find it unfortunate that a government such as yours has chosen to threaten military action when faced with a large coalition of countries whose combined military might could turn your country into a crater.

"If you still choose to avert full scale war, I strongly suggest you stand down from your threats."

Mike Sarzo
President
Incorporated States of Sarzonia

We are rather concerned with the reckless decisions made by the uncivilized and untamed government of Upper Xen, in their pathetic announcement regarding the detaining of the diplomats, which only shows the gross ignorance of world affairs and diplomacy exhibited by the childish leaders of the Upper Xen government. If the nation of Upper Xen does not wish for imminent conflict and swift retailation against all parties involved in such barbarous act, then we must advise that these diplomats be released to the government of Pacitalia.

Office of the President,
Ministry of Foreign Affairs,
Omzian Democratic Republic

Ministry of National Defence

Population means nothing; you will find yourself begging to repair relations with us soon. I should point out, your actions against Sarzonia are an extremely big mistake, and have only aggravated the situation further. If you want to resolve the situation peacefully, it is a good idea for you and the rest of your people to sit down, shut up and work things out without resorting to war.

For now, PSAT has trained a few "eyes" on you, as well.

-KBA

SIC:

BTW, I was arresting people and monitoring the RALM, I suggest you back off on that piece of libel you said earlier.

Other than that, I'm in no mood to smack talk; that's Red Rosie's department.

Gordon Lew
President
Free Xenizen Forces

IC:

Bring your Capitalist bullyboys to Shanghai. I've got CIA and National Police watching my back; you won't get within an inch. You eye-ties scare me about as much as a Roger Corman film-not much.

Rosa Luxembourg Fujimoto
Acting President
PRUX

OOC: What's the PSAT? And I don't mean the test, either. :)

We are rather concerned with the reckless decisions made by the uncivilized and untamed government of Upper Xen, in their pathetic announcement regarding the detaining of the diplomats, which only shows the gross ignorance of world affairs and diplomacy exhibited by the childish leaders of the Upper Xen government. If the nation of Upper Xen does not wish for imminent conflict and swift retailation against all parties involved in such barbarous act, then we must advise that these diplomats be released to the government of Pacitalia.

Office of the President,
Ministry of Foreign Affairs,
Omzian Democratic Republic

Ministry of National Defence

OOC: Hold On! This is the Communist government of Upper Xen whom you're smack-talking with; I am in Civil War right now, so things are kinda screwy, with two governments vying for power.

BTW, I did not say I was gonna detain those guys. Where did I say that?

IC:

Jesus Christ and a half. We were gonna send the diplomats home...don't be a drag. They're on their way home now on two Xenizen National Airways jets.

Rosa Luxembourg Fujimoto
Acting President
Populist Repulic of UX

OOC: What's the PSAT? And I don't mean the test, either. :)

Pacitalian Satellite-Based Global Monitoring Agency.

SECRET IC: With the provocations and talk of war heating up the airwaves, government officials back in the Sarzonian capital Woodstock were deep in the night discussing the situation as it continued to escalate.

"Right now, Upper Xen is crowing about a 2.475 billion population," Vice President for Defence John Newman said. "They don't seem to realise that our population is 2.466. I don't think nine million people make a huge difference when you're talking about populations well over two billion people."

"Agreed," Vice President for Naval Operations Kathy Bunhall said. "Especially since the Navy is large enough to blockade Upper Xen and we are capable of power projection the likes of which they haven't seen in a good while."

"We've got to have more than the Navy involved," Newman said. "We're going to need to get air superiority and get boots on the ground over there."

"Let's not forget spaceborne assets," Senior Vice President for External Affairs Mark Lorber said. "We've got tungsten rod satellites in the air. We need to get ready to use them."

"Of course, sir," Newman said. "Antonius, what's the army's status?"

Army Chief Antonius Santius sighed. "We've still got plenty of trouble in Inkana. We've got to keep the First Army here in Sarzonia in case Doomingsland or Generic Empire invade."

"I'm aware of your concerns, Antonius," Newman said. "But we're going to have to start calling up the Reserve Guard and training them. We need our best troops on call for what looks like it's going to be a full-scale war over there."

"John, our best regulars aren't that much better than the ones who are fighting in Inkana."

"How long does it take to get to Upper Xen? Two weeks? Three? Use the training facilities on the transports. Kath, get a large enough fleet ready to go. Prepare for full-scale bombing exercises. And what about those arsenal ships?"

"What about them?"

"We're going to have to be ready to use them. Just in case we need them."

"Understood," Bunhall said.

"What's the status of the fleet?"

"I'm going to call up the Ready Reserves and order the mothballed fleet to accellerated refits. We should have our full wartime fleet ready within six months."

"Six months may not be fast enough."

"We'll do the best we can, but it's going to be tight."

"What about the economic impact?" Vice President for Budget and Finance Carol Weinberg asked. "How long can we sustain a fleet of nearly 8,000 ships on our budget?"

Newman sighed. "Right now, we need to focus on what looks like it's escalating to a war. We'll deal with the numbers-crunching later. But right now, we've got to start thinking about mobilising and gearing up in case this escalates to a hot war.

"We're going to DEFCON 2, mobilising the full Navy and Army, running increased patrols with the Air Force, and we're readying our targeting mechanisms for our tungesten rod launchers. If they start to mobilise, we'd better be ready for it. Dismissed."

Newman stood up and walked toward the window of the situation room in the Gray House with a vacant look in his eyes. Even though Lorber was nominally the acting President with Sarzo and Lewis both out of the country at the moment, Newman was the pointman for this mobilisation. He finally walked over to his laptop and banged out a maximum encryption e-mail to Sarzo:

TO: President&grayhouse.srz
FROM: vpdefence@government.federal.srz
SUBJECT: Preparations

We have mobilised all ground, naval, aerial, and space-borne assets and have gone to DEFCON 2. If those Xenians are spoiling for a fight, we'll be ready to give them one hell of one. Please advise me of the diplomatic situation. -- John.Newman hit send after double-checking for maximum security. The only way Sarzo would get into the message is if he typed a password that only he knew. Even Praetonian Prime Minister Lucius Agrippa and Isselmerian-Nielander Prime Minister Oliver Yardmouth didn't know the password. Same held for Pacitalia's Prime Minister Timothy Ell. If Sarzo died without giving away that password, the only way it could be broken was to change the coding.

Secret IC:

Recipients
Lady Destra nos Thiendrel, United Freedom Forces of Euroslavia
Mike Sarzo, Incorporated States of Sarzonia
Nicole Lewis, Incorporated States of Sarzonia
Guillermo Vicente, Grand Democratic Duchy of Yafor 2
President Vansare, Omzian Democratic Republic
Sir George Fredericks, United Kingdom of Isselmere-Nieland
Melissa Debruyn, The Allied States of the Moepoeian Republic
Allegra Luanna, The Allied States of the Moepoeian Republic
Emperor Jonach I, The Macabean Imperium

Sent from: agusir_kba@mirfa.gov.pc (Secured and Encrypted on Port 1012-NJ3)
Agustinate of International Relations Kemal Bezir Araz

Carbon Copy
Prime Minister Timothy Ell, Senior Deputy Prime Minister Adrian Copilul-Minune

==================================

Encrypted Message

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$$cr90c

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Decrypted to English:

I thank you all for your support in this pressing issue. We must continue to stand up for what we believe in against these irresponsible and preconclusionist nuisances, before the entire world collapses in on itself. Of course, I would rather see a peaceful end to this increasingly volatile situation, but if it comes to war, we will fight to the end. I am, as a result, glad to see so many nations behind us in our fight to protect our sovereign decision from these aggressors.

May we be guided by strength, and our enemies by foolish weakness.

Kemal Bezir Araz
Agustinate of International Relations

(OOC: The last line showed the password to decrypt but that could only be deciphered by the allies it was sent to based on an electronic one-time cipher usage.)

OOC: Pacitalia, ok, I looked at the link. Thanks for reminding me about that.

IC: Official Letter by Supreme Chancellor Tomodachi

To Pacitalia and her allies,

I am most deeply upset about the current steps your government has taken. To completely deport all Hiroshikans and Upper Xenians is a crime of injustice. I am also deeply saddened that Sarzonia and Omz placed trade embargoes on our country and the nation of Upper Xen. At first, our energy was focused on Pacitalia, but now our attention must be placed on her allies as well. My county will officially ban all products and goods from any country supporting Pacitalia. This may seem like economic suicide, but our government has 'tricks' up its sleeve. We are a nation that has suffered through strife of every kind, we will live through this one. It seems that a diplomatic approach will not work. I also have obtained unconfirmed reports from service officials that you (Pacitalia) and your allies are mobilizing a threat. As a precaution to a joint-conflict, Hiroshiko WILL begin to mobilize its military forces. We will also help our ally, Upper Xen, if at all you begin attacking. I bring this issue to the world. Again, I ask for a peaceful resolution. Do not attempt an invasion, we will be a force to be reckoned with.

- Supreme Chanceller Tomodachi, Head Leader of the Esteemed Nation of Hiroshiko

Do not believe for one second we are not concerned about the first priority, which is a peaceful solution to the problem. We are mobilising nothing except defences in case of surprise insurrection by any country.

-KBA

To: Supreme Chanceller Tomodachi
From: President Mike Sarzo
Subject: Military preparations

Let the record show that our mobilisation only began in earnest once your allies in Upper Xen threatened military action against us. We, too, would prefer a peaceful solution to this impending crisis; however, our desires for peace can not preclude our preparations for war if war should appear imminent.

I remind you that Sarzonia and Hiroshiko do not have relations, nor do we draw more than a negligible percentage of our trade from Hiroshiko. Thus, your trade actions are little more than symbolic in nature.

Once again, it is your responsibility as the accuser to bring forth evidence if you choose to accuse Pacitalia of being racist. So far, you have not brought a single shred of credible evidence forward that even suggests it. To put it directly, this is an issue of national sovereignty. Pacitalia is well within her rights to announce any measures surrounding immigration into her great country. Your actions and those of your allies are an affront to the principles of independent national governments everywhere.

To use an old expression, the ball is in your court. Whether this situation resolves itself peacefully or descends into a cataclysmic war is up to you. I urge you to choose wisely and choose negotiation and peace over bloodshed and war.

SECRET IC: MASS PRODUCTION BEGINS

Algorithm Encryption:
To the Government of Upper Xen:

We (Hiroshikans) have found limited evidence of encoded transcriptions coming to and from the Pacitalian nation. We cannot fully decode the message at this time; the encryption has skillfully scrambled the message. Our decoders are working dilligently at this very hour, trying to find out the total meaning of the message. However, from the information we have recieved thus far, our analysts suggest that this may be a sign of agression. Thus, we are beginning mass production of weaponry at the industrial city of Kitengi. As of right now, we are developing newer types of conventional bombs and are testing them on uninhabited areas in Hiroshiko.

Results will be sent for your knowledge and possible future importations.

OOC: Before you start encrypting other RP'ers coded messages, I strongly suggest you clear it with them first. Otherwise, it's going to be ignored.

Nanjuku Times

Sarzonia and Omz recieve economic embargo: Tensions rise even further

Kitengi, Hiroshiko, Capital Hall: More protesters have taken the streets in the city of Kitengi. Civil arousal over the current issue has stressed the government to enact. In response to the 'unjust and unfair' acts set by the Pacitalian government, they have more Anti-Pacitalian slogans to mock the Pacitalian nation. Pacitalia's allies have also begun to feel the heat from Hiroshikans. Anti-Sarzonian and Omz slogans have literally come about in one night. One slogan read, "You f--king Sarzonians, go have no business in our affairs, go home and leave Pacitalia and Hiroshiko's affairs ALONE!" An Anti-Omz poster read "explict vocabulary" in regards to the nation of Omz. As the situation deepens, more protesters are hitting the streets.

Price for goods rise, Hiroshiko combats inflation by seeking alternatives to importations

Kitengi, Hiroshiko, Industrial Sector: People are getting somewhat worried over the steadily raising prices of goods. Some of the goods come from countries the Hiroshikan government set embargoes on. This current trend is causing inflation. Fortunately, the government has said they will provide new 'jobs.' These jobs have so far been successful in revitalizing the recently lagging economy.

OOC: Before you start encrypting other RP'ers coded messages, I strongly suggest you clear it with them first. Otherwise, it's going to be ignored.

Oh, sry! My bad! My RP skills have become a bit 'rusty,' lol.

Sarzo looked over the message sent by Pacitalia to him and Lewis. He scanned the list of names.

"Where's Lord Tenal?"

"They didn't include him."

"Why? By the terms of the SICON treaty, Rylossian troops patrol Sarzonia as if it were their own homeland. They have as vested an interest in keeping us safe as we do."

"They haven't issued a government statement supporting Pacitalia."

"Perhaps Lord Tenal figured we did that for him."

"I don't know, Mike, but you better send him a copy of the message."

"Will do."

Sarzo then went to his computer and initiated maximum encryption protocols. He opened the e-mail to Lord Sero Tenal of Ryloss.

TO: Lord Sero Tenal
Ryloss
FROM: President Mike Sarzo
Sarzonia
SUBJECT: Escalation of tensions

As you may be aware, tensions between Sarzonia and Hiroshiko are escalating to the point where satellite imagery is indicating that they are mobilising their military forces. In accordance with the SICON treaty that, as you know, the terms of the SICON treaty regarding mobile infantry units bind us to a mutual protection pact.

We are requesting that you accompany our naval and aerial forces in the event they are needed to project our forces toward Hiroshiko or Upper Xen, who have directly threatened military action against Sarzonia. We have mobilised all naval, aerial, and space-borne assets and are beginning to mobilise our First Army in the event they are called upon.

We hope this situation will eventually be resolved peacefully; however, we must prepare in the event it does not. Faithfully, and honourably,

Michael A. Sarzo
President
Incorporated States of Sarzonia

Sarzo included a copy of the letter sent by Pacitalia to him and Lewis in the message to Tenal.

Encrypted Message

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FD-SI-EYOXCV-4YE XC0VJ537-0I^$69YI54-5EY-36K-9--466-I76W-YSH
OI75-I7W-Y SKF0SI0-E75-W4-7YK-XKFK-YK WI75WYOXGFMBGKXDW07
FOJ45OUYJ0GFPOJU0T6J0FMV9O5JROCUW03JRFLVCJ4%674036U34DR%%%$$33
045URFOAIR4U4DKRY 490YJDPJDFOJO5 FJOSFDOFSH05U506Y0YSO#)CRCSE5
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$$cr90c

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Decrypted to English:

I thank you all for your support in this pressing issue. We must continue to stand up for what we believe in against these irresponsible and preconclusionist nuisances, before the entire world collapses in on itself. Of course, I would rather see a peaceful end to this increasingly volatile situation, but if it comes to war, we will fight to the end. I am, as a result, glad to see so many nations behind us in our fight to protect our sovereign decision from these aggressors.

May we be guided by strength, and our enemies by foolish weakness.

Kemal Bezir Araz
Agustinate of International Relations

Sarzo clicked SEND and the message was on its way to Tenal. He sat and waited for Tenal's reply.

[OOC: I'm getting ready to go to bed in a bit since I'm on East Coast time. Let's not have anything major happen until tomorrow. Ok?]

Oh, sry! My bad! My RP skills have become a bit 'rusty,' lol.OOC: Thanks for your understanding. I guess RPing's a skill like any other. If you don't use it, you lose it.

A light was suspended above as it freely swinged, broadcasting a ray of brillance onto the table below in the most unlikely of the settings. There was a sharp contrast on the table below however, as marvels of technologies were exhibited in the form of tablet computers, remote controls, and even a holograph above the emptiness that dominated the front of the table. However, to many in the time, there were no time to lose, as fragments apparantly belonging to a prolonged conversation filled the room with virtual vibrations. "From my point of view, there's a need right now to get a bit harsher on the people in Hiroshiko and Upper Xen. I can understand that the whole situation is turning boiling hot for both sides, and I've seen the Hiroshikan protests myself," Jon Moran said as he looked around the room. One of the senior diplomats within the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and a former Colonel of the Interior Ministry, he spoke with a worried tune as he looked down onto the sheet of paper presented in front of him. I always prefered the old ways, he mused as light showered against the back of his paper from lights on the floor, through the transparant glass that made up the window.

"Especially in Hiroshiko, I believe," Graze replied within an instant frame of time, with a sharp tune and a pair of wandering eyes. "The situation right now causes great concern for the Omzian Republic on the home front and abroad, though we predict that the economical consequences will still be lesser than concerns regarding the safety of our citizens and the well-being of our reputation-"

"-How are they going to damage our imports and exports anyways?" Morano interjected, with a pair of eyes that resembled two shiny silver darts, as his ears hunted for anything that might raise a question for him.

"Let Graze finish," Moran replied with a rather annoyed look.

"-Yes," Graze continued with his usual patience, taking a sip from his coffee mug. "Though not at the level of a booming economy, Hiroshiko has been expertising in Information Technology, and our own industry in this area has quite a few associations with them, especially in the field of providing cheap and economical software solutions for small Omzian businesses, from what I can gather. Not much, I'll admit, but we still cannot fully ignore its effect, regardless of its scale."

"And what about the big businesses?", a voice appeared from the other far end of the table. It was Danares, a businessman but still a relatively fresh diplomat. "They would have cared less anyways."

"You are still underestimating-", Graze said in reply as he turned his head towards and let out a neutral look, before being rather rudely interrupted by Danares.

"-and what am I underestimating? We shoudln't be over-optimistic, but this pessimism is a great help," Danares popped back with a sadistic grin as he rolled his eyes.

Graze once again turned around, but this time his patience expired as he expressed an emotion of frustration, rays from his eyes scattering across the room as he swayed his head, his hand slamming on a table. "It's people like you who often gets us into a deeper hole by not looking at the smaller details. Just because they are small businesses, are we just going to assume that it has a negligible effect?"

"And how does this have any relevancy to the topic at hand?", Danares replied, this time his face frowning, showing the weak wrinkles that he already bears. "Diplomatically, why should this guarentee further action? Is it because that you are wanting war from-"

"Enough! All of you!", Moran roared into a short episode of anger as he looked around, the volume being enough to suppress any further exchanges, as the emotion on his face further exhibited and reminded the rest of Moran's powers and authority. "Are we just going to talk about this until midnight? I think not, gentlemen. I have made up my mind after all this. I'll be contacting the Minister and forward the message to the President, asking for further action to be taken. Bringing this to the brink of war would be a personal diplomatic failure, I'll admit, but we cannot just inconclusively and spit out a whole ocean of pointless arguments while they are chanting slogans advocating our demise there on the streets of Hiroshiko, while they do nothing! Nothing! Clearly you all are overlooking this important element."

Oh, sry! My bad! My RP skills have become a bit 'rusty,' lol.

That, of course, on top of the fact that it was Secret IC.

That, of course, on top of the fact that it was Secret IC.
Again, sorry for that. It was noobish of me XD!

The Federal Republic of Canada will not accept the Hiroshikan Government for accusing our ally in the Central American Region for racist immigration policies. These immigration polices were enacted to protect national security interests of the Capitalist Republic of Pacitalia.

Protecting National Security is a great cost in dispense of other nations with connections with global terrorists groups. From a CNIA (Canadian National Intelligence Agency) Report; "... there are Hiroshikans apart of the ALM...".

Canada will no longer be accepting new Hiroshikan applicants for visas (work, study, visit) on May 25, 2005. All current Hiroshikans within Canadian borders have six months to finish up their visas. If they do not return, they'll be arrested for being an illegal alien.

Secretary Darren Temple, State Secretary
State Department, Federal Republic of Canada

Again, sorry for that. It was noobish of me XD!

Not a problem. *stamps on your toes evilly* DON'T do it again. ;)

Bump!

Office of the Prime Minister, the Citadel
Imperium, Republic of New Britain

The rain danced across the window panes, resulting in rivers running across the cobbled courtyard below Tetley’s window, while the sky flashed with a distant fork of lightening; and all was silent for a moment until a deep rumble quietly shook the room, disturbing the steaming surface of his afternoon tea. Sitting quietly in his desk, Tetley had been kept apprised of the developing situation between Pacitalia and Hiroshiko – and he certainly did not care for deterioration of said situation. And so he had called for several ministers to gather a consensus on the course of action that now needed to be taken.

A quick rapping on the door signaled the arrival of his guests, to which he responded in a loud voice, “Come in.” In walked the young, petite and quite lovely Emily Deveraux, the middle-aged but quite fit Daniel Blair, the portly but jovial Dr. Garret Jackson. The three comprised the most important portfolios in his cabinet, Foreign Affairs, Defence, and Trade and Industry. “Have a seat, as I’m sure you’re aware quite a bit has happened since we last talked.”

“Surprise, surprise…” Blair muttered. “Every bloody country in this world seems ready to jump to military action to get their own way.”

Tetley shook his head, “not quite, Daniel. If the government of Hiroshiko was as dedicated to military action as you say they are, would they not have already begun to make large-scale mobilizations, something your satellites would have detected?”

“Yes, sir, sorry, sir. I just think that we should begin mobilizing our own forces, at least a small naval force to show Hiroshiko that we will stand firmly behind Pacitalia.”

“But that could very well jeopardize any sort of diplomatic solution we seek to achieve in this situation,” Deveraux interjected with her soft-spoken voice, “I still recommend we either wait and see, or engage openly in diplomatic negotiations.”

“But if we don’t mobilize, we could very well be caught with our hands in our pants.” Blair snapped back, “in your case, your panties.”

“Daniel!” Tetley fumed, “while I recognize your “passion” for using our armed forces, you will respect everyone while you are in front of me in this office. Or anywhere for that matter. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir. My apologies.”

“Good, now, back to topic. I don’t think that Hiroshiko would do something as foolish as engaging anyone arrayed against them right now. And while the citizens over there ought to be bloody aggravated over Pacitalian policies, that gives them no right to start a war over it. Immigration control is Pacitalia’s sovereign right. I think we all can agree to that. My concern is that should we enter the fray, what sort of economic problems could we be faced with if Hiroshiko or Upper Xen engage sanctions.”

“Truly, sir,” Jackson answered, “very little. There are no major corporations based in, or operating out of either nations – we in fact have had no contact with either before this affair. However, there is always the possibility that a marginal number of individuals do trade with the populations of these countries. In short though, sanctions would not harm us much at all.”

The discussion lasted for another half-hour as the group considered all their possible options and contingency plans. In the end, Tetley decided that only a slight reaction was truly necessary on his part. At least for now.

Open Message to All Parties

The United Kingdom of Azazia firstly urges all governments to respect the sovereignty of Pacitalia in this matter. Any government ought to have the right to deny access to any individual or group of individuals to their shores – especially in the instance of safety and security. To this end, the government of Pacitalia should not, in the view of this government, be forced to lift her restrictions until an appropriate time. We urge the government of Hiroshiko to make this fact known to the general population protesting on the street; though while certainly not popular, the Pacitalian government is well within their established bounds of authority in enacting, and maintaining, such restrictions on immigration.

Secondly, the United Kingdom wishes to see this dispute end peacefully and without unnecessary bloodshed. The increasingly combative rhetoric used so far concerns the government of the United Kingdom, especially given the military prowess of all nations involved. If one of the key points of this disagreement is that of trade, all governments – but specifically those looking towards military action to lift Pacitalian restrictions – ought to keep in mind that war often times devastates national infrastructure, which can cause untold losses and disturbances in the domestic markets. Is the gaining of the right to compete in markets worth the utter destruction one would cause to their own really worth it? This government believes not.

Lastly, should this dispute continue, the United Kingdom will be forced to join on the side of Pacitalia, our friend and ally. We of course hope that these matters do not force our hand, for we wish to stay out of what ought to be a bilateral dispute – but we will defend our friends if necessary.

Emily Deveraux
Minister of Foreign Affairs

Secret IC:

Message to Kemal Araz

The United Kingdom has been following the evolution of the situation between your government and that of Hiroshiko. I write to you today to inform you of Prime Minister Tetley’s decision to fully back your government in this dispute with whatever means you feel necessary, including military action should the situation call for such drastic actions. To that end, we are making preparations to ready a small surface force that could be ready in a few days time.

Of course, we here in Imperium sincerely hope it comes not to that. In the meantime, if there is any way the Kingdom can be of assistance we gladly offer our aid to our friends.

Take care, and be safe.

Emily Deveraux
Minister of Foreign Affairs

[/b]

OPEN MESSAGE TO ALL:

Okay, this is enough.

I personally don't like what the Pacitalians are doing, but ultimately, I gave it plenty of thought.....and it is my decision that the Lew Government and the Free Xenizen Forces should not intervene in this dispute.

Why? It is not our fight.

So Mr. Sarzo, Mr. Ell, and all others part of the Anti-Hiroshiko Coalition-I will let you know two things:

1. We of the Free Xenizen Forces, and our forces in Mexico, Japan, Hawaii, and South China and Manchuria shall remain neutral in this affair.

2. All potential economic and diplomatic sanctions we were going to make are now out of the question.

Let the Communists who shoot their mouths off who claim to be the true government of Upper Xen continue to do so; I'm out. I urge all Free Xenizens rioting against the Coalition to stop. Don't sink to the level of the Reds, guys-unless you hate your country.

I urge all Free Xenizens, who see this issue, to recognize that the chest-thumping of Rosa Fujimoto is only gonna get us occupied, and stay neutral in mind and action. At the very least, stop throwing cabbage at foreigners; that's a damned waste of food.

As for the diplomats in Pacitalia, they will be withdrawn. Any diplomats in Free Xenizen territory have been sent home on Xenizen National Airways aircraft to their home nations.

Gordon Lew
President
Free Xenizen Forces

OOC: Why was this post made? Well, Upper Xen is in the middle of Civil War between anti and pro-Communist forces, and both sides have huge sway diplomatically, as they command resources.

So if anybody wants to invade me....don't go near the areas specified in the Post-those are controlled by the Free Xenizens (anti-communist forces).

SECRET IC:

"So.....Gordy Lew quits, huh? Always knew he was a coward."

Rosa Fujimoto was watching Lew's speech on the TV. She laughed. Unlike him, Fujimoto loved talking rough, and playing hard. She was a malcontent, through and through-her days in the XWW, torching businesses that didn't recognize their union, assasinating scabs, and attacking police, had given her a fanatic's mentality. She then took a sip of her whiskey, and got up.

She walked to meet her Generals. The prognosis was not good.

"Comrade-the Sarzonians, the Pacitalians, you may dismiss them, but we do not. Reports indicate extensive sattelite based weaponry, which would reduce our nation to shreds. Reports also indicate that the two nations have extensive, battle hardened militaries. We have men and troops, but no navy. The Rebels have tied up many vital military resources. Their new offensive in Wuhan, and their new Cannibal allies-those damned Camel Eaters-are beating us back. Reports indicate that they may begin a new air offensive soon, and it looks like that we may lose our Japanese bases. The Muslims in Yunnan and the Army of St. Aleksandr Nevski in Manchuria have us tied down. And, our industrial materials and food supplies look to be suitable for only another year's worth of extended combat; the Free Xenizens have aid from Masspwnage and CE, plus Roach-Busters. We have no-"

Rosa fumed: "Enough! I don't want bad news. I want good news. Is there anything good?"

The Generals said, "No, ma'am. Our forces are holding, but it looks like unless the USSR intervenes soon, we will fall. You want to fight Sarzonia still?"

Rosa smiled that evil smile leaders get when their nations are backed into corners and they have no way out.

"F**k yeah. Here's what to do. I want you to begin building bunkers all over Northern China. We will play it defensive, fortifying the air and coasts. The Ortillery is not scary-just bunker in, we can weather it."

The Generals soon turned white with horror. "You don't really mean this? This isn't a video game. This is war."

Rosa said: "DO IT."

The Generals said, "You're the bit-boss."

Rosa then left the room.....


OPEN IC:

Just because Gordon Lew has quit does not mean I have. I shall stay the course I have chosen; my hat is in the ring.

Rosa L. Fujimoto

SECRET IC TO HIROSHIKO:

I wish to meet you to discuss trade arrangements.

Rosa L. Fujimoto

[OOC: ND/UX: What is Communist-controlled territory so I can know OOCly where to send my forces?]

[OOC: ND/UX: What is Communist-controlled territory so I can know OOCly where to send my forces?]

OOC: Sarzonia, that would be North China, and the Port of Sendai in Japan. Of course, do you want to do this joining with the Anti-Communists (Free Xenizens), or as an independent intervention?

BTW, nice smacktalking. Seriously, I like your RP style. :)

Fleet Admiral Stephen Marcus wasn't used to his new role as the standard bearer for the Incorporated Sarzonian Navy. His longtime superior officer, the legendary Marcus Patinkin was now a civilian and was exploring his post-retirement options while Marcus was left to serve as the commanding officer of the entire Sarzonian Navy.

He paced his private office aboard the ISS Praetonia, the national flagship, poring over the fleet capabilities. With the Ready Reserves being called up and all regulars called to their stations, the ISN went from its 700 ships on patrol to 1,500 as soon as Sarzo signed the legislation.

Within a couple of weeks, that number would be just over 3,000 ships as the vessels on ordinary were readied for service. Other ships, the ones requiring minor refits and modernisations that weren't drastic technological upgrades would be pressed into service once changes that the Navy Department considered "combat essential," were implemented.

Bunhall and Newman were hard at work planning the military strategy that would be brought to bear in the event that war would be declared. As a demonstration of naval might, the old ISS Euroslavia, a Freedom-class pocket superdreadnaught that was being replaced with a Independence-class warship, which was set to be broken up, was being towed to international waters outside Communist-controlled Upper Xen.

Meanwhile, Bunhall and Newman decided that the ship would be "target practice" for the tungsten incendiary rods launched from satellites orbiting the Earth. The GPS and target acquisition software systems on companion satellites would uplink with the Godrod-bearing satellites with a secure data uplink and pinpoint targets within the Communist-controlled portion of Upper Xen. But their first target would be a ship that once waved the navy blue and white of Sarzonia.

"What's the purpose of using a Godrod on one of our own ships," a crewman asked when he read the battle plan outline as it was passed around on the ISS Agamemnon.

"Most likely, they're trying to scare the shit out of that skank bitch Fujimoto," a chief petty officer replied. "If you see what those things can do and how much damage those things inflict, you'll think twice about sending millions of your own to their deaths. Unless that bitch is insane."

"She may well be," a lieutenant who overheard the conversation said. Even though he was a lieutenant, he'd been in the ISN for 31 years. He'd been passed up for promotions, but he never really tried for them anyway. "We're going to have to figure out what our battle plan is going to be if she doesn't see the light."

"Good point," the chief petty officer said. "It remains to be seen."

Marcus had arrived at the situation room in the ISS Praetonia with a binder approximately the size of a history textbook. He let the binder drop approximately 25 centimetres to let out a loud thump on the table, which snapped the various military officers to attention.

"Listen up," Marcus said. "Here's the plan: Form a tight blockade and don't let supplies reach them by the sea. Attack their fortified positions, use the Blue Cobras to launch special ops attacks against airfields, power grids, phone lines, supply convoys, the works. Deny them the tools they need to fight and we'll be able to land our troops."

"You mean Ryloss's troops," Rear Admiral Matt Lance said. "They're the ones who fight the ground wars for us."

"You know what I mean, Matt. That's the strategy."

"What about launching attacks on their space-borne assets?"

"That's going to be the first move the boys in Saugerties make if Parliament declares war or those Upper Xen crazies do," Marcus said. Once that's done, they'll launch Godrods at various targets. Major factories. Cities. Their capital building and executive mansion. Whatever is considered a key target will get the Godrod treatment."

"If it gets that far."

"I'd rather it didn't," Marcus said. "I think we can all agree on that point. But we're going to have to be ready to put a whomping on those guys if it does get that far." He scanned the room, then added, "you have your orders. Let's go."

Marcus then walked to the bridge.

"Admiral on the bridge."

"As you were. Helm, set a course for the predetermined coordinates. Flanking speed."

"Aye sir. Course laid in."

"Communications, notify the fleet via full encryption that we're ready to go."

"Aye, sir. Fleet acknowledges."

"Gentlemen -- and ladies -- start your engines."

The Praetonia and her large escort of ships began to steam toward international waters outside Communist-controlled Upper Xen. As the fleets closed in, they would launch a fighter screen that was standard Sarzonian operating procedure. Marcus looked up with grim satisfaction when he saw his pendant slink up the flagpole and he read the motto, "Fight crazy with crazy," that was his predecessor's most famous saying.

OOC: Sarzonia, that would be North China, and the Port of Sendai in Japan. Of course, do you want to do this joining with the Anti-Communists (Free Xenizens), or as an independent intervention?

BTW, nice smacktalking. Seriously, I like your RP style. :)OOC: I'd be joining the Anti-Communists (the Free Xenizens).

Thanks for the comment about my RP style. I appreciate it. :)

Lew smiled.

"So, the Sarzonians sent men near the Reds? They have ships and planes? F**k yeah."

He liked this. Normally, he would not stand a foreign invasion, but since the War started, Fujimoto's government was officially persona non grata; anybody who stomped on her was encouraged to do so.

Jimmy, his bodyguard, said, "Yeah, man. They even got the full regalia and s**t."

Gordon laughed. "Well, they sure know how to say hello. We'd do the same, obviously, though we'd use Tomahawks, not aircraft. Gimme that bottle of Glenlivet-we're gonna celebrate."

Jimmy did so- handing Gordon a pen and a bottle of Glenlivet scotch, dated 1923.

Gordon pured himself and Jimmy shot glasses, proceeding to clank them and drink them to the tune of "L'chaim."

Then, he sent this message to the Sarzonian Government:

"To Michael Sarzo
From Gordon Lew

I just wanted to thank you for sending naval units near Communist-controlled areas. I wonder if you'd like to meet up in Honolulu, perhaps, or some other location, to discuss strategy? We'd like to get in on this, after all."

The Great Leader's Office:

"Fuck, our allies are at each other...."

The Great Leader clicked open the International Communications file on his desktop and read the insults that were being hurled around.

He sat still for a while, slowly digesting the problem in his brain. The Pacitalians weren't the best people in the world, after all they were capitalist pigs to the last man, woman and child, but still, they were Pwnage allies and rather good ones at that.

That and the only supporters of Hiroshiko were the communists of Upper Xen. MassPwnage was indeed communist, but they weren't the racist, Stalinist National Communists of Upper Xen or the USSR. The Great Leader kept thinking.... This was an opportunity... yes... an opportunity...

To Hiroshiko:

"I suggest watching your step..."-The Great Leader Li

To Timothy Ell and Nicole Lewis:

"I'm ready to give full backing, economically, diplomatically and militarily to both of you. Just give the word."-The Great Leader Li

Meanwhile....

Rosa sai, slurringly and seductively: "Could you pass the whiskey?"

A woman, dressed in a t-shirt, jeans and holding a bottle of Glenlivet Scotch in her hand, served her another shot.

She said, "Thanks, Millie dear."

Rosa then gulped the shot, and threw it to the side despairingly. She was redfaced, and it was obvious she was becoming drunk. Her anger at the Sarzonians and the Free Xenizens showed.

She then said to Millie, "Y know what? You're the most paitent, kind, loving friend I know. I'm surprised that you haven't abandoned me-my Generals have. My troops run scared..."

Millie said, "Now, now. You'll get through this. Sarzo does command big guns, and ortillery...but he's another boy with a toy. You can take him."

Rosa said, "Well! That may be! But word says he plans to send ships and men....."

Millie said, "Here....have some Dutch Courage. You'll need it," handing Rosa the Whiskey. Rosa proceeded to drink from the bottle, and smiled evilly.

"Perhaps we can....Millie, tell the Generals to mobilize our internal defenses. The Nevskis and the Towelheads can wait. Divert troops to Inner Mongolia and South Manchuria. I want men to meet the enemy."

To Timothy Ell and Nicole Lewis:

"I'm ready to give full backing, economically, diplomatically and militarily to both of you. Just give the word."-The Great Leader Li

So, I see the Barbarian Great Leader Li, who is but a Capitalist in Red's Clothing, joins the cause of the racist reactionaries. Here's a tip, dipshit: You might wanna think twice about joining, not when I can mount your head on my wall.

Rosa L. Fujimoto

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SIC:

Hey, Li, how's it hangin? Just to let you know, congrats on joining our little gang.....can you call Sarzo? I wanna get together to figure out how to kick Fujimoto's ass.

Gordon Lew

Sarzo received both messages, the one from Lew directed to him and the one Li directed to Lewis. He sent word to the fleets to set off for Honolulu.

"What's the reason, Mr. President?"

"According to our intel reports, Upper Xen is in a brutal civil war. The Free Xenizens have declared neutrality and are washing their hands of the condemnation of Pacitalia. However, that ugly whore Fujimoto isn't backing down and it looks like they're gearing up for us.

"What I want you to do is to meet with President Lew's people. He's the leader of the Free Xenians. We'll be working with them to ensure the successful completion of this mission."

"And what is that mission, Mr. President?"

"Steve, our objective is to force that slut Fujimoto out of power. Destroy what defences they have, clamp the blockade on them. Cut off the Port of Sendai from the rest of their mainland. But the details you're going to have to work out with Lew and his military leaders."

"Understood."

"Oh, also, we've received word that Mass Pwnage is offering support to us and Pacitalia. If I can convince Li to go along, we'll have him along for the ride. I'll keep you posted. For right now, I've got a few favours to call in." Sarzo cut the communications short before Marcus could acknowledge them. He raised his eyebrow for a moment and then walked back into the bridge.

"Admiral on the bridge."

"As you were. Helm, set a course for Honolulu. We're going to be meeting with President Gordon Lew of the Free Xenizens. We'll be coordinating our strategies with them. We may also be working with Mass Pwnage before long."

"Aye, sir. Course plotted and laid in."

"Communications, contact the fleets, maximum encryption. Notify them of the course change. Increase speed."

"Aye sir. Fleets report ready."

"Engage."

"Aye, sir." Marcus sat back in the command chair and looked out as the fleet began its course corrections. With the sleek and powerful Independence-class superdreadnaught leading the way, Marcus felt confident that victory would be at hand, especially with the inside knowledge he expected Lew to bring to the table. Add Mass Pwnage to the picture and the pressure was about to be laid thick on Fujimoto and her military.

Secret IC: Meanwhile, in the Gray House, Sarzo picked up the secure phone line, set up the maximum encryption features, and contacted Li.

"Great Leader Li, this is Mike Sarzo. I give you the word. We would appreciate your support to drive Fujimoto out of power if she doesn't come to her senses."

He waited for Li's response.

Meanwhile-

"YOu sure you should be doing this?"

Gordon said, "Yes....I've made an appointment, I'll keep it."

He climbed aboard his Presidential BBJ. It had seen many places and many tense diplomatic meets, and Gordon considered it his lucky plane. After all, he had survived Mississippi in this thing.

Joining him were Jimmy, and General Huang. These were the two men he needed the most. One, to protect him, two, because he knew strategy.

The BBJ soon taxied down the runway, and began making the course for liftoff. After several minutes, the BBJ was in the air, guarded by several TSA-12 Kestrels and a tanker.

After 16 hours, the BBJ landed in Honolulu. Greeted by a retinue of Honolulu Capital Division Guardsmen, he was escorted to the meeting site.

To Mike Sarzo:

"Hey man, I thought you were the Duke of Hamptonshire now or whatever. Anyway... If you need me, I can send naval and air cover to Xenizen China if necessary. Currently, Ican spare 13 Ubercarrier groups,1 Marine Army Group and 1 Army Group as well as 6 full Air Armadas."-The Great Leader Li.

IC: A soft light pentrated the Congressional Edifice. It was dawn and the Supreme Chancellor was getting ready for today's hearings and discussions. As he was dressing and preparing for today's radio speech, an official, dressed formally, loudly knocked on the door. A distressful feeling came onto the Chancellor. The Chancellor opened the door and the official immediately said:

"Chancellor, Chancellor! Quick, look at today's headlines!!!"

The old leader slowly walked up to the official and took his reading focals out. He carefully examined the contents of the newspaper. It read:

Nanjuku Times

World Seemingly on the BRINK of war; escalation possible

Kyoshiro, Congressional Edifice: The Hiroshikan Congressional Commitee (HCC) has been closely following the recent events on the Hiroshikan-Pacitalian Conflict. The HCC, along with the Supreme Chancellor, agree that this is situation has gotten too intense, that any diplomacy will likely fail. The congress votes to use military force if necessary. As of right now, the nation's security level is on red alert. This change signifies that a threat can be imminent on Hiroshikan soil. Secretary of Defense, Kazuya Hihachi speaks on behalf of the Chancellor. He says, quote: "The nation of Hiroshiko is bracing for WAR. Let us protect ourselves from the racist tyranny of Pacitalia and her allies! They are threatening our lives and our culture, we must protect our national identity from being 'squashed' by the evil and unjust nations of the west. Your voice is important, keep protesting!"

Hihachi has also declared a state of terror. All Pacitalians and peoples of her allies have been asked to leave the entire country within 48 hours. If not, they will be forcefully evicted; their businesses taken, and sent into internment. This is all the current updates, more will be added as Hihachi's movements unfold.

In other news,

Hiroshikan Economy Rapidly Soars, New Government 'Jobs' Effective
...

"DAMMIT, that foolish idiot! What the hell did Hihachi just say!!! Now there is NO hope for diplomacy..." ,says the Chancellor, stunned and worried.

"Sir! A transcription from the leaders of Upper Xen. They wish to negotiate import deals on new weaponry. It seems that Sarzonia is using military action on them."

"Good, tell them that we can discuss the current crisis, here at the nation's capital."

"Confirmed, sir, I've already sent them a response similar to that."

A minute of silence goes by...

A humble, but intelligent scientist walks in, with the reports of the current testing of the new-type conventional bombs.

"How are the bomb tests going?" ,says the Chancellor.

"The conventional bombs are operational; they are working perfectly." ,replies the head scientist.

"Can these be converted into atomic weapons?"

"Yes, an interchangeable function has been added into the construct. We can detach the conventional nitrogen-based bombs and replace them with plutonium and other radioactive substances."

"I feel as if a war is imminent...there is no turning back." ,replies the Chancellor.

Hours pass and nightfall begins... Chancellor Tomodachi meets Secretary of Defense, Kazuya Hihachi.

Secret IC: "Hihachi, you damn idiot! Have you no idea what you have just caused! You blew a chance for diplomacy! I will not condone an action that will lead us into a direct war. I am ordering you to build our military up, ONLY for defense purposes. Understand!?"

"Yes...sir."

"You have no right to direct the military without MY consent, now get out of my sight!"

"Yes...sir." replies Hihachi, angrily.

As Hihachi closes the Chancellor's door, he mutters to himself, "Chancellor, your fucking days as a leader, are numbered."

ooc; if this involves nukes, count me out, i don't RP with WMD.

ooc; if this involves nukes, count me out, i don't RP with WMD.

OOC: Well, we won't really use them, just to be on the safe side. They're just for 'backup.' The most we'll probably end up launching would only be about one or two, if even at all.

Ambrosi Privandati, the director of the Nortopalazzo regional office of the Pacitalian Satellite-Based Global Monitoring Agency, or PSAT (said P-SAT) for short, was carefully analysing a computer screen. The chair beside him was filled by junior programmer Saima Majiz al-Fagodh, a Saudi immigrant to Pacitalia who was one of the rising stars at PSAT. al-Fagodh was checking other computer monitors, but Privandati was focused on the one in front of him, showing him two complex thermal image scans of the places where Chancellor Tomodachi and President Fujimoto were believed to be.

"Hmm, the Fujimoto cadre appears to have met for around two hours," Privandati said. "Not a lot to talk about unless you're planning a military offensive against a country, is there?"

al-Fagodh absent-mindedly replied, "No, sir, there isn't. Check this out." He pointed to his third screen where a PSAT satellite was currently monitoring northern China. In under two hours, on a progressive image presentation, the satellite captured photos of nothing, and then suddenly, hundreds of trucks and diggers with military and civilian markings. The footage stopped. al-Fagodh touched the screen where it said "Segment 2". Suddenly, the next play of this PIP revealed a tight, narrow and deep bunker-like trench being built along a ten to fifteen kilometre stretch.

"My question is, why do they need to build a bunker?" al-Fagodh said, his dark brown, ellipse-shaped eyes questioning. "If I'm not mistaken, that's a defensive move, not offensive."

"That's right," Privandati said. "Good work, Saima. Keep me posted."

Privandati walked across the cement floor and up the stairs, into his glass office, the only thing above ground in the secret halls of PSAT, a building 100 feet underground in a classified location of Nortopalazzo.

He sat down and immediately his phone beeped. "Sir, the Prime Minister's on line 3. Use auth code 31658TMU on the computer, and 316588688 on the phone."

"Thank you, Myra." He opened his security program on the computer, pressed a few keys, and then typed the auth code when prompted. He then punched in the auth code on the phone after pressing 103 to connect to the Prime Minister, 600km to the south in Timiocato.

"Signore Prime Minister, this is Ambrosi Privandati, Director of PSAT Nortopalazzo. What can I do for you, sir?"

"Good afternoon, Signore Privandati. I'm just checking in to see whether you've made any developments on the Hiroshikan and Xenizen satellite operations. If you have, I'd love to hear them."

"Actually, sir, we have. We can transfer the data to an open socket at the PSAT's PMR mini-branch for your convenience, if you like."

"Sure," PM Ell replied. "But I'd like to hear it now, as well, if that's possible."

"Of course, sir. We've been watching key places around the two countries for the last three hours, and are astonished to note two things. One is that Fujimoto's been seemingly barricaded in her office for the last two to three hours with a few advisors coming in to meet with her. The other is that over the past two hours in northern China we've noted a buildup of trench-like subterrain digging activities."

"You what? Who's digging those?"

"Apparently, the Communist Xenizen military forces."

"In two hours? That's record timing for something that seems to be of no consequence to the situation with us. Bunkers are defensive."

"I know, sir, that's why we're puzzled."

"Okay, well, keep me posted on whatever new developments you'll find," Ell replied. "Be sure to include printouts of the satellite imagery so I can take a look. You're all doing a fine job."

"Thank you, sir, I'll let everyone here know your comment."

"It was no problem. Good afternoon." The Prime Minister disconnected.

Privandati replaced the receiver and ran a hand through his head. At least the Prime Minister isn't biting our heads off for doing good work, he thought. Santo Ragazzo was terrible for that. He was recalling his work under the former prime minister in the 1990s, when he was a Level-6 Satellite Reconnaissance Programmer. Everything was a complaint.

This time will be different, he thought. Now the Prime Minister is supporting us 100%. At least, I think he is.

Meanwhile, Rosa Fujimoto had heard of the response from Hiroshiko. She ultimately decided to send a representative; she was way too busy trying to figure out how to manage the defenses.
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Kim Hasashi was a man who knew how to do things.

Of course, what he was doing now was dangerous. The flight itself was hard; it would demand a massive journey through enemy lines to a distant land.

Still, he did not stop. Getting on the Learjet, he flew out of Shanghai International, and flew towards Hiroshiko, avoiding FXF flak and SAMs.

Near his destination, he called:

"Hiroshiko Air Command, this is Headcrab Airlines #23. Requesting Permission to land."

"You want me to do what?"

"I said I'm leaving for Honolulu. I want a full aircraft escort for Sarzonia One. I'm flying over there to meet with President Lew and Great Leader Li to discuss combat strategy. I want you to hold the fort down here while I go over there," Sarzo said.

"But Mike, Nicole's the Senior Vice President for Internal Affairs, not me."

"She's already in the underground bunker. I want you to coordinate things up here. I've already signed the clearances. I'm bringing Vice President Newman with me. Jay," Sarzo said, walking up slowly to his First Partner to reassure him. "Hopefully, that bitch will come to her senses and we can return to a more peaceful footing, but right now, we need to be on our toes in case something happens."

"I can't let you go," Tyler said as concern started to overcome his fears.

"You must. I've got to do this for the greater good. I love you." The two men embraced for what seemed like forever, but finally, Sarzo turned to walk toward Sarzonia One.

"Mr. Tyler, we've just received word that the tungsten rods have been fully calibrated. We have the fleets on their way to Honolulu."

Tyler nodded his head, staring out at his partner as he walked to Sarzonia One. Sarzo for his part was wearing a scowl that told his pilot he wanted to be there yesterday. He climbed in and the jet began to take off as the escort fighters surrounded the plane.

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Down in the bunker, Lewis and Bunhall were discussing the tactical situation.

"Looks like Fujimoto's bunkered up and they're preparing their defences. They'll be a tough nut to crack."

"Then we'll be the nutcrackers," Lewis said. "Give me the list of strategic targets again." Lewis looked at it as the Second Fleet began its preparations to set its course for Hiroshika.

"How many ships will we have on the blockading front?"

"Roughly 1,000 near each location's territorial waters."

"And our anti-satellite systems are calibrated?"

"Yes, ma'am. We've started to trace the signals from the satellites in space to the ground to the two countries. We'll be able to tell with some precision which satellites are theirs."

"Good work," Lewis said. "If I were that bitch, I'd know better than to mess with us."

"She seems to be crazy, Madame Senior Vice President. There's no telling what she'll do."

"Now what about Hiroshiko?"

"We have targets picked out there as well and we've authorised our submarines to begin picking off their merchant ships as soon as hostilities begin. We've also got surface commerce raiders that can disguise themselves as merchant ships and they'll be ready to spring into action when necessary."

"Wait, isn't that like piracy?"

"In a manner of speaking, yes," Bunhall said. "But these are ISN-manned ships. They're not letters of marque."

"What are those?"

"Letters of marque are privateers. Private ships that take on guns and go off to capture merchant ships. They were popular in the Age of Sail."

"Ah, I get it. Off the hook!"

Sarzonia's military braintrust hoped their new-found enemies would soon be on the hook like a large mouthed bass.

"Alrighty...."

The Great Leader, feeling in the mood for a bit of flying, piloted his own Hypersoar, which was flying over the Hawiian Islands at over 130,000 ft. Getting close to the proper landing point, he radioed for clearance, then left the plane on autopilot as he put on his combat armor and parachute.

He leapt from the plane at more than 100,000 ft., hurtling down to Earth at an incredible velocity before opening his HALO jump parachute at only 1000 ft. and landing gently right in front of the gate of the meeting place, just as the plane touched down to Earth.

He nodded towards the guards just as another 10 Imperial Guardsmen landed on the ground next to him in the same way. Gordon would be here any second now...

Sarzonia One touched down and the two Sarzonians gave each other a look as they descended the steps from the plane. There was no time to arrange any pomp and ceremony; besides, Sarzo would have considered it inappropriate.

He walked briskly, almos too fast for the Sarzonian Secret Service agents sent to protect him and Newman. Finally, Sarzo reached Li and extended his hand.

"Good to see you in person. I wish the circumstances were a little better," Sarzo said in a clipped tone that he hoped would send the message that smalltalk wasn't what he came for.

I hope Lew is ready to get right down to business, Sarzo thought as he waited for Lew's plane to land.

Rosa Fujimoto continued to nag at her Generals.

"Status Report."

The General said: "Our fortifications are nearly complete....we have trenches set up, and bunkers installed everywhere we could make them. We have moved all available men to Inner Mongolia and South Manchuria. We have had soem problems with the Nevskis....and the FXF offensive in Wuhan is becoming successful."

Rosa said, "Enough! Make the complexes deeper. I want underground hospitals, factories, I want every mountain hollowed out, I want every cave expanded and occupied, I want every damn nook and cranny to be fortified!"

The General said, "COmrade! We have spent enough resources already.....this will drain us; it will drain men and materiel needed for vital efforts in Wuhan-"

Rosa snapped back: "F**k Wuhan. F**k the Towelheads. We turtle up, and we make that fag Sarzo and that pig Lew pay for every inch. I want tunnels that make the Cu Chi Tunnels look like Saddam's Spider Hole."

The General knew there was no arguing with Rosa. She said, "Yes, Comrade."

She then said, "One more thing!"

The General said, "Yes?"

Rosa said, "Mobilize remaining subs, consolidate all remaining naval assets-"

The General snapped: "Comrade; we have no navy. Anyway, the Rebels and the Sarzonians are going to prevent us from coming. I suggest we continue with plan."

Rosa said, "Fine....but I want some naval units in the Yellow Sea."

The General rolled his eyes and went: "I'll put naval units in your Yellow Sea."

Rosa said, "What was that!?"

The General said, "Nothing."

The Great Leader shook hands with Sarzo.

"Pleased to meet you President Sarzo, while we wait for Lew to arrive, we can discuss a few matters of business, like the eventual land invasions of Communist Upper Xen and maybe the invasion of Hiroshiko."

The Great Leader continued to speak: "Now we must carefully arrange our military assets so that we can achieve the required results we want without getting entangled in a prolonged land war."

"Now, none of our armies are too large in size, so we may either have to depend on Upper Xen to do the fighting, or resort to Mongol Horde style tactics which are more efficient for a small army, but also stink to high hell of a warcrime."

"Alrighty...."

The Great Leader, feeling in the mood for a bit of flying, piloted his own Hypersoar, which was flying over the Hawiian Islands at over 130,000 ft. Getting close to the proper landing point, he radioed for clearance, then left the plane on autopilot as he put on his combat armor and parachute.

He leapt from the plane at more than 100,000 ft., hurtling down to Earth at an incredible velocity before opening his HALO jump parachute at only 1000 ft. and landing gently right in front of the gate of the meeting place, just as the plane touched down to Earth.

He nodded towards the guards just as another 10 Imperial Guardsmen landed on the ground next to him in the same way. Gordon would be here any second now...

Gordon Lew walked out, and greeted Li and Sarzo in a kahki suit, and trousers. He said, "Good day, Li, Sarzo."

He then said to Li: "I've gotta say, you make quite an entrance."

He said, "Don't worry, the Honolulu Capital Division is guarding us; we're safe with them."

ooc: out for the night

"Good to meet you Mr. President," Sarzo said.

"I agree with you that we can't afford to have a prolonged ground war, but I think one thing we must do to get started is to launch special forces attacks to take out their capabilities of countering our armies. Besides that, we've got the naval advantage once the fleets set up shop. We'll have to launch sorties to take out their air defences and weaken them enough to launch a lightning invasion.

"We're going to have to strike quick and strike hard. But most importantly, we're going to have to be on the same page." Sarzo turned to Lew. "That's where you come in. We're going to need every ounce of inside information you can get us on the rebels, what their strengths are, what their weaknesses are, and how you think we should attack them. We've got a large navy that's going to be brought to bear, and I have a feeling we'll be doing some commerce raiding before it's all over."

Sarzo thought for a moment.

"I've got another one: Fujimoto seems to be crazy. Or desperate. Or perhaps both. We're going to have to fight a war of wills as much as we are going to have to fight a war on the battlefield. I'm going to prepare the Sarzonian people for a long, brutal war. But what we need to do is break the will of the Communists. We're going to have to win the propaganda battle. To do that, we're going to need electronics warfare aircraft in the skies. To do that, we need to achieve air superiority."

Sarzo waited for the responses of the two leaders.

"Good to meet you Mr. President," Sarzo said.

"I agree with you that we can't afford to have a prolonged ground war, but I think one thing we must do to get started is to launch special forces attacks to take out their capabilities of countering our armies. Besides that, we've got the naval advantage once the fleets set up shop. We'll have to launch sorties to take out their air defences and weaken them enough to launch a lightning invasion.

"We're going to have to strike quick and strike hard. But most importantly, we're going to have to be on the same page." Sarzo turned to Lew. "That's where you come in. We're going to need every ounce of inside information you can get us on the rebels, what their strengths are, what their weaknesses are, and how you think we should attack them. We've got a large navy that's going to be brought to bear, and I have a feeling we'll be doing some commerce raiding before it's all over."

Sarzo thought for a moment.

"I've got another one: Fujimoto seems to be crazy. Or desperate. Or perhaps both. We're going to have to fight a war of wills as much as we are going to have to fight a war on the battlefield. I'm going to prepare the Sarzonian people for a long, brutal war. But what we need to do is break the will of the Communists. We're going to have to win the propaganda battle. To do that, we're going to need electronics warfare aircraft in the skies. To do that, we need to achieve air superiority."

Sarzo waited for the responses of the two leaders.

Lew said, "Red Rosie is a tough bitch. She is pigheaded, and a bitterender...but not crazy. My friend, Antonin Kirov of National Police, once defended her in a trial for murder-he can testify she is not crazy-not legally crazy anyeway."

HE continued: "She has half of the prewar Xenizen Armed Forces, but we've got the more experienced men. She's playing it defensive now; this we do know. Her forces are intensely loyal, and the Red Army she commands is surprisingly resilent, despite being made up of civilian forces and a large core of pro infantry. She has plenty of industry, and the defensive advantage; we're the Rebels, after all. She also has sympathy from the USSR; one misstep could make things hot on that front."

He then smiled and said, "Good thing they don't have any generals who know any tactic but human waves and crucifixtion of POWs. And, we have more food and just as much capacity as they do. We also have more international support, and we actually have a Navy that can move places. Likewise, ditto for their air force-they may have us stalemated, but our intel says they're running low on the capacity to make more. We also have more financial reosurces; many of the Nat'l Bank Of UX men joined our side; they have to rely on promissory notes and stolen gold. And we have just as much support at home as they do."

Lew then said, "That said, the FXF is pushing them back in the city of Wuhan-they had us stalemated there for a bit. We're movign to try and entrap Fujimoto at Shanghai. East Canadians and Xenizens were moving to take Akita, their last port, and we may have a general air assault soon to aid pro-FXF guerillas in Manchuria led by Grigori Batov, called the Army of St. Aleksandr Nevski. The Reds have ortillery; one Midas II Platform from Nikolaos the Great-not a problem, I bet, for you to take out."

Lew said, "I'd go for a Rolling Thunder-type op on their cities, and a general land offensive conducted from SE China. A landing in the Yellow Sea is nice, but you'll have to soften those dudes up. We will need to deal with their new bunkers; word says they want bunkers to make Cu Chi look like a cave."

Meanwhile, Rosa Fujimoto had heard of the response from Hiroshiko. She ultimately decided to send a representative; she was way too busy trying to figure out how to manage the defenses.
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Kim Hasashi was a man who knew how to do things.

Of course, what he was doing now was dangerous. The flight itself was hard; it would demand a massive journey through enemy lines to a distant land.

Still, he did not stop. Getting on the Learjet, he flew out of Shanghai International, and flew towards Hiroshiko, avoiding FXF flak and SAMs.

Near his destination, he called:

"Hiroshiko Air Command, this is Headcrab Airlines #23. Requesting Permission to land."

"You have permission to land. Welcome to Hiroshiko." ,replied a radar operator. The cool mist enshrouded much of the country, including the international airport. All seemed well at the airport, the only difference was the traffic volume. Traffic to other countries has been somewhat halted; flights have been cancelled and grounded due to the arrival of Kim Hasashi.

The Supreme Chancellor, Along with Secretary of Defense, Kazuya Hihachi, traveled to the Kyoshiro International Airport to greet the representative Miss Fujimoto had sent. Upon arrival, they had met, formally but with haste. There were negotiations set in place. As the Supreme Chancellor escorted the representative into the limo, he slowly said, "There is work to be done. Let us continue."

"You have permission to land. Welcome to Hiroshiko." ,replied a radar operator. The cool mist enshrouded much of the country, including the international airport. All seemed well at the airport, the only difference was the traffic volume. Traffic to other countries has been somewhat halted; flights have been cancelled and grounded due to the arrival of Kim Hasashi.

The Supreme Chancellor, Along with Secretary of Defense, Kazuya Hihachi, traveled to the Kyoshiro International Airport to greet the representative Miss Fujimoto had sent. Upon arrival, they had met, formally but with haste. There were negotiations set in place. As the Supreme Chancellor escorted the representative into the limo, he slowly said, "There is work to be done. Let us continue."

Kim said, "Yes. I come to purchase arms, and possibly industrial materials and food for the Fujimoto state. We thank you for this audience."

The mist contined on as the day followed, it seemed like an ominous storm was approaching. The skyscrapers were covered in the midst of the fog. The Supreme Chancellor, along with his advisers officially started the talks with the representative at the Congressional Edifice, located at the heart of Kyoshiro.

The building had increased its security due to the possible infiltrations and sabatoges by Pacitalia and her allies.

Secret IC:

The Secretary of Defense, Kazuya Hihachi, began talking. He showed Kim Hasashi the 'military goods.'

"Mr. Hasashi, the nation of Hiroshiko offers you the finest in military arms and weaponry. Come right over here."

Hihachi showed him the statistics of various weaponry. One of the more interesting weapons was the EM-115.

"Hiroshiko will sell you EM-115 type conventional bombs. I hear that your leader, Miss Fujimoto, is planning military action on Sarzonia. Our bombs, by default, are nitrogen-based. This means it is like any other conventional bomb. We have increased explosion capabilities about 75% than that of a normal TNT. Also, this bomb has been reformatted for a more aerodynamic design. The best feature, however, is the conversion feature. Most bombs can become nuclear weapons. We have taken the step much farther. We eased the process of converting them into nuclear warheads by 200%. The core of the bomb has been universally formatted. Unlike its predecessors, the EM-115 has become the first univeral shell of its kind. You can change it from a nitrogen-based weapon to a nuclear warhead, or even more interestingly enough, a neutron bomb."

"The price ratio is 1 bomb for 75,000 USD." If you want us to convert them prior, then that my friend will vary."

"One more thing, the Chancellor has something to say."

Hihachi steps down as the Chancellor slowly stands. He softly says, "I fear that we, as a nation under foreign stress, must act swiftly to quickly bring this conflict to an end. I am considering a first strike. I am considering in surprising Pacitalia with a massive air raid on one of its bases. Do you concur, Mr. Hasashi? However, Pacitalia is very much ready for this. Me and my advisors suggest in striking one of her allies. You say you are fighting the nation of Sarzonia, correct? Tell your leader, Miss Fujimoto that we are attempting to first-strike a nation. Before we do this, I want both of us to agree."

ooc: out for the night

Lol, like MassPwnage, I'm beat! =D Tommorow, guys!

Air Force Chief Bill Lighton looked at the reports and consulted with Space Chief Tag McGuire.

"It looks like there's no let-up here," Lighton said. "It's time we get our defences up and ready to strike down anything."

"Agreed. I've got our techs working on making sure we have the right frequencies on Hiroshikan and Communist Xen satellite networks. Once we have that, we'll be prepared to launch a strike whenever the situation calls for it," McGuire said.

"Do you have the targets aligned?"

"Yes," McGuire said. "We've done a flyover with our spy sats and we have a pretty good handle of where their launch capabilities are. We're prepared for an offensive action at anytime."

"Tag," Lighton said. "I know we're ready to strike. I need us to be ready to defend ourselves if they should do the unthinkable and strike us first."

"We've got our Godrod sats and GPS sats running irregular orbits and modifying frequencies to make sure we make it as hard for them to detect our sats as we can. The anti-missile defences are partly up to you. We've got the laser missile defences ready to go and our THAAD missile defence networks are set up around key locations within Sarzonia."

"And we report all key personnel are in bunkers," an aide to Lighton said.

"Good to know. Now, if your intel looks conclusive like those bastards are going to strike first, don't wait for them to launch. Strike them before they strike us."

"That'll make us look like the aggressors. They've also got the USSR lying in wait. If we strike first, they may enter the war and make it a much different fight."

"Keep those satellites finding out what you can. I want UAVs in the air getting information. If those bastards look like they're going to launch something, we'll have evidence that they struck the first blow. Or tried to. Then we'll announce to the world we prevented them from launching a first strike. That will be enough to make them look like the aggressors and get the international community on our side."

"Understood."

"Now what are our first targets?"

"We'll have a battery of eight Godrods aimed squarely at the Hiroshiko capital. And eight more the Communist Xen capital. We're going to take out their major government buildings and we've got the Agamemnon in an undisclosed location ready to launch a full spread of missiles. One battery or two of conventional missiles will be enough to prove our point."

"What about nuclear weapons?"

"Are you nuts?"

"If they use so much as one nuke, be prepared to retaliate in kind."

Lorber walked in.

"We've got a problem, folks. It looks like Pacitalia's not holding up her end of the bargain."

"What do you mean," McGuire said with a perplexed look on his face.

"Let's just say their mobilisation is a bit limited."

"Holy fuck."

"We don't have time to deal with those Pacitalian bastards," Lighton said suddenly. "We'll deal with that after this situation runs its course."

"They've gotten us in quite a pickle haven't they," McGuire said.

"It's going to affect diplomatic relations with them that's for sure. I don't know if Pacitalian-Sarzonian relations are going to be the same after this."

"Probably not." However, the two men looked with ever more resolute determination at the display screens that showed information about their possibly soon-to-be-enemies.

"Now if we can somehow infiltrate their codes and figure out what their plans are, we'll be able to expose them to the world. But first, we need to have our early warning aircraft in the air."

"Got 'em," Lighton said. "All early warning aircraft are in the air. The Air Force is running defencive patrols all over Sarzonia. Each fleet that's assembling in international waters outside Communist Xen and Hiroshiko has their fighter squadrons running patrols. We'll be ready for them."

Both men looked to see who would blink first. If anyone.

The Holy Republic of Samotopia pledges its full support to the Pacitalian Government and her allies. The fact that an Ally has been called racist,is just preposterous.What ever help is needed, we will try our best to fullfil that need.

President Sam-O of Samotopia

"Sir, the latest reports from the Hiroshiko situation," an anonymous lieuteant said as he placed a slim folder on the great desk of glass and metal, in the roomy office as the light rays broadcasted a magnificant mosaic of shadows and figures on the surface of the cabinet nearby.

"Thank you, lieutenant," Rear Admiral Gonares gave him a smile as he looked down onto the folder, which was marked with a sticker that gave a rather cryptic line of numbers. Opening the folder, a small stapled stack of documents exposed themselves in an order fashion as a bright pictorial figure imitating an anchor dominated the top of the page, followed by another line of numbers and upper case letters; the rest of these papers were showered with lines upon lines of Roman alphabets, and in some cases their dominance were broken with the presence of small diagrams with lines and icons that meant all but nothing for those who are militarily-ignorant. The Rear Admiral himself gave a sigh. When is this whole mess going to end anyways?, he thought to himself. Before there were protests from these... lunatics calling us racist and oppressive, but now they are openly readying themselves of war!?

Indeed, to him as one of the deptie chiefs of the Omzian Navy Northern Fleet's Surface Operations Department, the recent actions and happenings in Hiroshiko was bordering the realms of absurdity. He had seen many events of the same nature happening around him since the times when he fought for the homeland - so many years ago that his memory was almost fading - but this presented its uniqueness along with its own problems. By no means was he a political scientist, but the preparations being made in Hiroshiko were equally worrying as it appeared to be absurd to the Rear Admiral. Though he understood that the situation was still in reality further away from war than many advertised, it was already obvious to him that the Hiroshikans were wanting war and conflict from the start, and to him, this was further proven with the recent announcements from the government of Hiroshiko. Seeing the lieutenant still nearby, he asked, "did the President or the Minister further comment on the possibility of the Omzian Forces participating in this crisis at hand?"

The lieuteant was alert as usual. "Officially, the government is refusing to redict whether the conflict will evolve into a war or not, and the CINC himself has made it clear in the conference that it would be a diplomatic failure if this is breaking down into war anyways. However, though the ball is still in Hiroshiko's courts, the Command is already evaluating possible warplans if this does break into an armed conflict."

"Indeed," the Rear Admiral said, but reminded himself to not expose confidental information to a lieutenant. "What about the Hiroshikans? Did the top further comment on them?"

"By the looks of it, and taking their recent announceemnts in account, the government is still worried about the possibility that the Hiroshikan themselves will bring this into a state of war, regardless of what action they will take. It's almost as if they wanted to solve the whole problem by war from the start, though I can't judge the situation solely by myself. In the meanwhile, we have seen popular support for the Hiroshiko government rising domestically within their nation, and this may as well prove to be another problem if they decide to take this further."

"And what if this is turning to a conflict?" the Rear Admiral asked with a worried tone, with a slight frown as he lowered his head to think, while moving his hand closer to his chin.

"Whatever might happen, it's almost guarenteed that if they try to stir up a conflict, we will reply in kind, only at a larger scale. However, I am more personally worried about the prospect of the Hiroshikans luring us to a trap to force us into the position of declaring war, and the Command still has reservations about a first strike policy. Nevertheless, if any action is taken by Hiroshiko against our allies, it's almost expected that both the Southern and Northern Fleets will dispatch a quick reaction force to both the site of the conflict and near Hiroshiko waters. If it's an attack on the homeland itself, well..."

"...and what?", the Rear Admiral looked up with a curious look.

"It's almost guarenteed that the entire media and the government will make the whole thing look as if we will be fighting a holy war against the attackers. In regards to the actual deployment of the forces however, you can be fully assured that the entire force of the Air Force's Strategic Air Command will be undertaking huge bombardment raids on Hiroshiko, while the Navy will most likely also dispatch at least one Command Group in active service. However it's unlikely that we will be staging an invasion of Hiroshiko itself," the lieutenant continued as he tried to recite something from his head. "Oh right, Admiral, you might also be interested to hear that the Southern Fleet will be sending submarines a distance away from Hiroshiko waters for, quote, unspecified missions, unquote. Interesting if you ask me, and would prove to be a good measure if the Hiroshikans stirs up a conflict."

"Either they will be incredibly brillant, amazingly brave, or astonishingly stupid."

"Let's hope that the first will not apply in this situation, though we can't underestimate their capabilities either," the lieutenant gave a concerned look. "Whatever it might be, in all three cases I would expect the President himself or even the Premier to be quite furious."

Statement from the Foreign Ministry

The nation of Pacitalia has the backing of the Monarch of the Protestant Prussian Czardom of Derscon. A nation has the right to restrict trade or travel with any nation(s) for any reason(s), at any given time, and it is not the place for another nation to demand change. Here in Derscon, absolutely no Non-Greater Prussians are allowed to even obtain a visa into Derscon, and we do not honor any international agreements. This is our right to do so.

Deo Vindice,

Count Franz von Papen
Foreign Minister to the Czar
The Protestant Prussian Czardom of Derscon
The Greater Prussian Emprie

"We've got a problem, folks. It looks like Pacitalia's not holding up her end of the bargain."

"What do you mean," McGuire said with a perplexed look on his face.

"Let's just say their mobilisation is a bit limited."

"Holy fuck."

"We don't have time to deal with those Pacitalian bastards," Lighton said suddenly. "We'll deal with that after this situation runs its course."

"They've gotten us in quite a pickle haven't they," McGuire said.

"It's going to affect diplomatic relations with them that's for sure. I don't know if Pacitalian-Sarzonian relations are going to be the same after this."

OOC: I hope that was purely IC. Nonetheless, I was just going to post some mobilisation stuff, so hold on for that.

Prime Ministerial Residence, Timiocato

The printouts arrived in full colour, brightly announcing what the PSAT office in Nortopalazzo feared all along. Smack dab in the centre of the printout was a huge, ugly black scar amongst green terrain, perforated by yellow dots, which were most likely the backhoes furiously digging the huge bunker trench in northern China.

There were more printouts coming, though, as Privandati had told Prime Minister Ell they had found more visual confirmations considered suspicious on their random-path sat sweeps. The most ominous of the added printouts seemed to be a satellite picture of a group of People's Republic of Upper Xen tanks, emblazoned with red and white all over the metal faces. Another shot from two hours later showed the group of around twenty tanks gone, vanished from the shot completely.

Ell checked the coordinates listed on the two pictures, and seeing that they were exact to each other, he frowned. "Moved. That's the only explanation. The Communists are definitely mobilising."

The four Chiefs of Staff sat with him the darkened, ultrasecure room in the basement of the PMR, all with the same type of frown on their face - a confounded, near-foreshadowing grimace that seemed to tell the tale of what was about to happen, should diplomacy fail. It sure looked like that would be the case in the end, with everyone suspicious of each other and mobilisation happening more often than bakeries putting out fresh loaves of bread.

Admiral Rabastano Lermandoto of the Pacitalian Naval Forces, the naval Chief of Staff, was the first to speak. "Naval forces in the Pacific can be mobilised to action within twenty-four hours from our base in the Midway Islands. We can have four SSGNs and six SSBNs, along with four frigates and two destroyers, two heavy aircraft carriers and a civ patrol boat within two hundred kilometres of the northern Chinese coast in less than that time after. What do you propose, Prime Minister?"

He raised his head a little and nodded his understanding. "Good. Right now, it seems like the best course of action to me. It appears over even the past six hours of this short but heated conflict that the Hiroshikan-Pacitalian conflict has fallen to second place, behind having an opportunity to defeat the Communists in Upper Xen. It's basically about Sarzonia, MassPwnage and the FXF now. Not that I'm complaining, of course, but I'd rather not see our allies in those three countries lose even one soldier if we can prevent it."

Tarando Vegastabbio, the Deputy Supreme Commander of the Pacitalian Aeronautical Guard was the Air Force Chief of Staff for Prime Minister Ell, and he was next to speak. "As for the two HACs, what planes do you want staffed?"

"Let's make it at least twenty cruise-missile capable fighters and six auxiliary fighters," Ell replied.

"That works for me," Lermandoto replied. "We can't overload the ships, especially now, an accident during mobilisation would ruin our reputation for good. We'd be shunned forev--"

Ell interjected with a short frown of distaste at the Navy Admiral. "I'm not particularly concerned with our reputation; I'm more concerned with the mess that was caused, the one that we may be taking the blame for in the end should the fighting end up solely on Sarzonian and MassPwnagian responsibility. We must show that we are still concerned with the situation. I'm thinking that what is best is a calculated response to the PRUX and that unscrupulously terroristic back-alley washer, Fujimoto; and on the side, an attempt at bilateral talks with Hiroshiko. A lack of the second half only proves the point that we would rather start a war with them than be peaceful, and then they would be definitely quick to label us racists for that. It's always about race with them, a poor excuse."

Vegastabbio looked at Ell. "Of course, sir. You're definitely right on that one. How would you like me to handle the air part of the mobilisation?"

"Have our PAG bases in the Midway Islands and on Parzamafo readied for use, and move the air status up to orange alert," Ell replied. "Have at least forty airborne personnel carriers ready for use by sundown tomorrow. Long-range fighters would definitely help the case too."

"Good, sir," the Air Force DS-Cm. dictated. "I'll get a suitable number of LRFs out to Parzamafo as quickly as I can." He rose from his chair and saluted to the four left. "Good evening, gentlemen."

The other four nodded and returned the greeting. Ell turned to SAFD Chief of Staff, Efrotis Costakis. "We need a calculated infiltration response, too. Don't think I didn't forget."

"Of course, sir. Six or seven thousand of Pacitalia's finest fighters straight into the heart of Shanghai, one of the largest cities on the planet, would cripple the Communists, most definitely. I'll put them on standby and move them to Parzamafo Two."

"Very good." Ell finally turned to General Armando Santo Benini, the Army Chief of Staff. "I want a good chunk of armed forces sent to Parzamafo to meet up with the AbPCs if they're needed to take off."

"I'll get that done right away." Santo Benini and Costakis rose and followed the same procedure as Vegastabbio, nodding, saluting and leaving with rigid backs. Lermandoto rose too.

"Well, sir, I should get my tasks accomplished as well. Remember to give me a call if you need anything else from the navy done."

"I will, Admiral. Good evening to you."

"The same to you." Lermandoto left.

Ell walked over to the blue phone on the wall and dialed the PSAT office in Timiocato, the only place in Pacitalia that controlled the random-path satellites loaded with Pacitalia's forty-eight Godrods and seventy-two New Generation Godrods, floating precariously seven hundred kilometres above the Earth.

"This is Prime Minister Timothy Ell, authorisation code 242028-2D23452H. Put ten Godrods and twenty NGGs on standby usage with coordinates 20 5212 06553 Omega Charlie niner 70 dash one one. Order immediate."

"Understood, sir."

He hung up and moved to the green phone.

"This is Prime Minister Timothy Ell, authorisation code 652203NTPG250. Move the alert status up to Orange Alert. Universal on all forces. Order immediate. Troops on standby, cycle seven-fox-eleven-ninety."

He hung up and briskly walked out of the chamber-like basement room, scrap papers fluttering in the draft behind him.

[ OOC: Parzamafo and Parzamafo Two are two islands owned entirely by Pacitalia, about twenty square kilometres each, and used entirely for military purposes, one natural, one man-made smack dab in the middle of the North Pacific, about 2000km north of Honolulu. And we all know where the Midways are. ]

OOC: This will be a bit graphic...but nonetheless, it will explain why Hiroshiko wants 'conflict.'

Secret IC: It is in the middle of the night, at the Congressional Edifice. Chancellor Tomodachi and Secretary of Defense, Kazuya Hihachi are alone, talking amongst themselves in the cold, desolate chambers of the Conference hall. The howling of the wind is causing the windows to creak, making the scene horrific.

"You did a good job at the meeting back there." ,says Hihachi.

"You cannot control me, Kazuya. I am a man of power." ,says Chancellor Tomodachi with a fraile and wavering voice. "What will you gain in creating a global conflict?"

"Do you not realize, old man, that Hiroshiko needs it show its military superiority! We, as a nation, have been neglected. Your pitiful, pacifist laws are pathetic. It is time for a new regime to take over. A new, miltary leader is needed. I am the answer and the hope for this nation. I will destroy the capitalist system to which this nation is bounded." ,replies Hihachi, angrily.

"You are foolish in causing a conflict. This will tarnish our image as a nation..."

"Shut the fuck up!" Hihachi hits the old man with the metal side of the revolver. The Chancellor falls, bleeding and helpless.

"Who...are you!?" ,replies the Chancellor.

"I was a soldier of the Rekenshi. It was my duty to carry out the bombings. We were in co-ops with the RALM. Our mission: to terminate the capitalist ideology of the world. Now this dream is becoming a reality, isn't it, Chancellor."

"The Rekenshi...that domestic terrorist organization!? I thought that organization was wiped out...so you the ones that bombed the Communications Tower back in December...you are crazy Kazuya!"

"Yeah...I know. (grins sarcastially) Hey, you've lived long enough, right? Now, It's time for you to die."

Hihachi takes out a revolver, shoots the Chancellor. The Chancellor falls, lying dead on the floor. Instantly, the blood discolors the carpeting, coloring it with a crimson red.

The next day, the body of the Chancellor was found, and Hihachi takes the place of the Councellor. Newspapers around the nation display headings which say: Tomodachi is DEAD, Hihachi takes place as Chancellor

As new day rose, a new ruler was set into place.

OOC (Summary): Basically, Hihachi used the protests as an 'excuse' to agitate world relations. In doing so, he sought for power, and the highest authority was Tomodachi.

Official Statement of the Ministry of International Relations and Foreign Affairs
Government of the Republic of Pacitalia

To the people of Hiroshiko -

I, on behalf of the Republic of Pacitalia, must express my shock at the manner in which power has been transitioned in your nation. However, above all, I find it pertinent and important to express my condolences at the loss of Chancellor Tomodachi. Although we have been at odds for a long time over the customs and immigration issue, we knew he led Hiroshiko with good intentions, and understand that he will be missed.

Right now, there seems to be nothing more that we can say to assuage your grief and anguish, except to, as we say, send our condolences your way. We hope this event will be a turning point for a peaceful solution to this issue.

Sincerely in good faith,

Kemal Bezir Araz
Agustinate of International Relations
(support-signed by the PM)

Offical Government Statement
Government of the Grand Duchy of Hamptonshire


We, the Elected and Appointed members of the Federal Government, on behalf of the entire Grand Duchy do at this time extend our full and unwavering support to the Government and Citizens of Pacitalia. Any attack against Pacitalia shall be considered an attack against Hamptonshire, any threat against Pacitalia shall be considered a direct threat against the Grand Duchy itself. We stand resolutely with all Pacitalians. Their fate shall be our fate.

We, however, also have a deep desire to maintain the international peace. War is a blight upon this world, a disease that must be fought with all our collective strength. It is in this spirit that we invite and implore all parties involved in all sides of this issue to come to Obsidia so that peace may be given a chance to prevail. The Grand Duchy will consider the refusal of any nation, whether ally, friend, or neutral, to be a sign of their desire to precipitate war. It is in the best interests of all involved to come to Obsidia and to work for a new day, a day when peace will conquer war.


Signed,

The Prince Patrick, Prince of Hamptonshire
Lord Protector and High Steward

Dr. Chester Olendorf, Ph.D
Prime Minister

Senator Bernard Allenby
President of the Royal Congress

[Continues on to list all 993 elected and appointed members of the Federal Government]

Later that evening

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This is PNN, the world's #1 news source.

Good evening, Niles Parker here at the PNN news desk in Timiocato with breaking news. The Prime Minister is about to address the nation from his office with his opinion on the latest and overall developments in the situation with Hiroshiko. We'll transfer you over now, as it looks like Signore Ell is about to start his speech.

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Dearest friends, people of the nation, allies of the world, good evening. It is certainly hard not to avoid the fact that the simple diplomatic conflict between Hiroshiko and Pacitalia has been severely inflated into a cold war of sorts involving many countries. Thankfully, we can say most of those countries are on our side in this conflict, helping to defend our choices on restricting immigration. I must express my disappointment at not being able, for maybe the first time in my prime ministership, to resolve this situation in a peaceful manner.

I would like to thank all my allies, especially my strongest ones, for immediately putting in their two cents and their desperate tries, by any means available, to diplomatically overshadow the Hiroshikan cries of revenge and war. I am humbled, on behalf of Pacitalians, to know that our nation's allies were so very willing to defend us, almost instantly, and join us in showing how incorrectly and irresponsibly the Hiroshikan government went about attempting bilateral diplomatic re-establishment.

That said, I was hoping to move forward into those bilateral conferences with Hiroshiko's Supreme Chancellor, Tomodachi, but as many of you know, just about an hour ago, he was murdered by one of his own men, who subsequently took over the leadership of the country. The new Supreme Chancellor is a war-mongerer and will stop at nothing now to prove his point, that we in Pacitalia are simply a bunch of racist, anti-Asian discriminators. I know, you know, our allies know, that this simply is a falsification and a defamation. Because of his unwelcome and unprovoked comments, Supreme Chancellor Hihachi has forced us closer to the brink of war.

However, once more, our glorious brothers in Hamptonshire have come forth, desperately attempting to aid us any way they can and seek, at the last minute, a peaceful solution to this constantly ballooning crisis. I recommend that we continue our leadership in this global situation by being the first to accept the offer of talks on the neutral ground of Obsidia. The offer itself is something we should be grateful for. Right now, it is our only chance of avoiding a war and solving what should be a small diplomatic disagreement.

But, under the looming circumstances of war, I say this: we are ready. Our troops, our fleets and our fighters are ready. The SAFD is on standby. We are currently on a defensive mode, but we can spring onto offence at any time should we be the subject of any attack, by any country, at any time. Right now, as I speak, our military bases on the remote strategic islands of Parzamafo and Parzamafo Two are being loaded with troops, ships, airborne personnel carriers, land-based fighting equipment, ammunition and weapons. Our satellite-based weaponry is also on standby, ready to go on the offensive should Pacitalia sustain an attack in the immediate future.

For that, I add this statement. We may want peace, but we will defend ourselves against aggression if necessary and we will seek out the aggressor and heavily punish them for their actions, to the point where they cannot respond. We will follow them to the ends of the earth, if the need is there. If you are unwilling to find a peaceful solution to the problem, you only make the situation worse. I hope the other side of this conflict realises that before it is too late.

Thank you.

Office of the Prime Minister, the Citadel
Imperium, Republic of New Britain

“Bloody hell…”

“You’re fucking kidding us?”

“No, sirs. The Chancellor was found dead this morning and their… shall we say more pugnacious Secretary of Defence was installed in his place.”

Tetley let his head down, running his right hand slowly through his hair while holding the report in his left. He then raised his head and squeezed his eyes shut with his fingers at the headache the transition would likely cause for not necessarily himself, but for everybody involved. Satellites had provided images of Upper Xenizen naval forces moving out from their naval docks, they had yet to be tracked down, but would likely be found in the coming hours. Between the apparent escalation and the untimely death…

“Daniel, status on our forces?”

“Same as before, sir. We’ll have a small naval force ready to move in a few more hours. We have the advantage of sitting between Pacitalia and Upper Xen, in the central Pacific. However, because we’ve not been asked for assistance, a large scale mobilization would be… not received well in the public. It’s two destroyers, two frigates, and then a single battlecruiser – a beefed up trade-route patrol. Nothing too spectacular other than the guns on the battlecruiser – I doubt that we could do much more than provide escort work. If they want more help, they’ll have to ask, and then we could legitimize pulling back the Juristan Fleet and shifting them over to assist Pacitalia. But this is all speculation. Concrete, we will have that beefed up patrol ready to go in a few hours, we’ll task them to the general vicinity to keep an eye on things, and if they get out of hand, we’ll be there to help.”

Tetley nodded, it seemed his hopes to have the situation resolved peacefully were slipping away. There was little to do now but sit and wait. And hope.

"Air superiority huh? No worries there... My airforce is big enough to provide full coverage over the People's Republic of Upper Xen. Naval superiority is also no problem. Now, what I propose is a full invasion, Special Forces are indeed useful, but only if their lines of supply can be properly secured."

The Great Leader kept talking: "And, of course, President Sarzo, you can save some money by using submarines only for your blockade, if you can't afford to keep your entire surface navy afloat, don't do so."

~*~*~*~*~

Earlier that day:

10 Pwnage scout subs, a team of 12 SeaStalker SSKNs and 8 SeaSnake Class SSGNs were moved 800 miles off of Hiroshikan waters. The scout subs silently dispersed to find Hiroshikan merchant shipping routes, then informing the other subs of their location through thin fiber optic wire lines that they were laying down.

They would strike at any moment...

Prime Ministerial Residence, Timiocato

The printouts arrived in full colour, brightly announcing what the PSAT office in Nortopalazzo feared all along. Smack dab in the centre of the printout was a huge, ugly black scar amongst green terrain, perforated by yellow dots, which were most likely the backhoes furiously digging the huge bunker trench in northern China.

There were more printouts coming, though, as Privandati had told Prime Minister Ell they had found more visual confirmations considered suspicious on their random-path sat sweeps. The most ominous of the added printouts seemed to be a satellite picture of a group of People's Republic of Upper Xen tanks, emblazoned with red and white all over the metal faces. Another shot from two hours later showed the group of around twenty tanks gone, vanished from the shot completely.

Ell checked the coordinates listed on the two pictures, and seeing that they were exact to each other, he frowned. "Moved. That's the only explanation. The Communists are definitely mobilising."

The four Chiefs of Staff sat with him the darkened, ultrasecure room in the basement of the PMR, all with the same type of frown on their face - a confounded, near-foreshadowing grimace that seemed to tell the tale of what was about to happen, should diplomacy fail. It sure looked like that would be the case in the end, with everyone suspicious of each other and mobilisation happening more often than bakeries putting out fresh loaves of bread.

Admiral Rabastano Lermandoto of the Pacitalian Naval Forces, the naval Chief of Staff, was the first to speak. "Naval forces in the Pacific can be mobilised to action within twenty-four hours from our base in the Midway Islands. We can have four SSGNs and six SSBNs, along with four frigates and two destroyers, two heavy aircraft carriers and a civ patrol boat within two hundred kilometres of the northern Chinese coast in less than that time after. What do you propose, Prime Minister?"

He raised his head a little and nodded his understanding. "Good. Right now, it seems like the best course of action to me. It appears over even the past six hours of this short but heated conflict that the Hiroshikan-Pacitalian conflict has fallen to second place, behind having an opportunity to defeat the Communists in Upper Xen. It's basically about Sarzonia, MassPwnage and the FXF now. Not that I'm complaining, of course, but I'd rather not see our allies in those three countries lose even one soldier if we can prevent it."

Tarando Vegastabbio, the Deputy Supreme Commander of the Pacitalian Aeronautical Guard was the Air Force Chief of Staff for Prime Minister Ell, and he was next to speak. "As for the two HACs, what planes do you want staffed?"

"Let's make it at least twenty cruise-missile capable fighters and six auxiliary fighters," Ell replied.

"That works for me," Lermandoto replied. "We can't overload the ships, especially now, an accident during mobilisation would ruin our reputation for good. We'd be shunned forev--"

Ell interjected with a short frown of distaste at the Navy Admiral. "I'm not particularly concerned with our reputation; I'm more concerned with the mess that was caused, the one that we may be taking the blame for in the end should the fighting end up solely on Sarzonian and MassPwnagian responsibility. We must show that we are still concerned with the situation. I'm thinking that what is best is a calculated response to the PRUX and that unscrupulously terroristic back-alley washer, Fujimoto; and on the side, an attempt at bilateral talks with Hiroshiko. A lack of the second half only proves the point that we would rather start a war with them than be peaceful, and then they would be definitely quick to label us racists for that. It's always about race with them, a poor excuse."

Vegastabbio looked at Ell. "Of course, sir. You're definitely right on that one. How would you like me to handle the air part of the mobilisation?"

"Have our PAG bases in the Midway Islands and on Parzamafo readied for use, and move the air status up to orange alert," Ell replied. "Have at least forty airborne personnel carriers ready for use by sundown tomorrow. Long-range fighters would definitely help the case too."

"Good, sir," the Air Force DS-Cm. dictated. "I'll get a suitable number of LRFs out to Parzamafo as quickly as I can." He rose from his chair and saluted to the four left. "Good evening, gentlemen."

The other four nodded and returned the greeting. Ell turned to SAFD Chief of Staff, Efrotis Costakis. "We need a calculated infiltration response, too. Don't think I didn't forget."

"Of course, sir. Six or seven thousand of Pacitalia's finest fighters straight into the heart of Xonxtopolis would cripple the Communists, most definitely. I'll put them on standby and move them to Parzamafo Two."

"Very good." Ell finally turned to General Armando Santo Benini, the Army Chief of Staff. "I want a good chunk of armed forces sent to Parzamafo to meet up with the AbPCs if they're needed to take off."

"I'll get that done right away." Santo Benini and Costakis rose and followed the same procedure as Vegastabbio, nodding, saluting and leaving with rigid backs. Lermandoto rose too.

"Well, sir, I should get my tasks accomplished as well. Remember to give me a call if you need anything else from the navy done."

"I will, Admiral. Good evening to you."

"The same to you." Lermandoto left.

Ell walked over to the blue phone on the wall and dialed the PSAT office in Timiocato, the only place in Pacitalia that controlled the random-path satellites loaded with Pacitalia's forty-eight Godrods and seventy-two New Generation Godrods, floating precariously seven hundred kilometres above the Earth.

"This is Prime Minister Timothy Ell, authorisation code 242028-2D23452H. Put ten Godrods and twenty NGGs on standby usage with coordinates 20 5212 06553 Omega Charlie niner 70 dash one one. Order immediate."

"Understood, sir."

He hung up and moved to the green phone.

"This is Prime Minister Timothy Ell, authorisation code 652203NTPG250. Move the alert status up to Orange Alert. Universal on all forces. Order immediate. Troops on standby, cycle seven-fox-eleven-ninety."

He hung up and briskly walked out of the chamber-like basement room, scrap papers fluttering in the draft behind him.

[ OOC: Parzamafo and Parzamafo Two are two islands owned entirely by Pacitalia, about twenty square kilometres each, and used entirely for military purposes, one natural, one man-made smack dab in the middle of the North Pacific, about 2000km north of Honolulu. And we all know where the Midways are. ]

OOC: The FXF holds Xonxtopolis, another name for Hong Kong. So change that to Shanghai, Pac.-Shanghai is the Red capital.

OOC: The FXF holds Xonxtopolis, another name for Hong Kong. So change that to Shanghai, Pac.-Shanghai is the Red capital.

OOC: Oh, okay. Will do. Thanks for the correction :)

Meanwhile-

Rosa was one again downing another shot of whiskey- a frequent bad habit that she had recently acquired. Call it stress, call it neglect, but what you could see was sheer alcoholism.

She wiped her lips uncouthly, and spat into a spitoon. She looked over the news.

Her man Kim was in Hiroshiko-the government there had just experienced a change to a more, shall we say, agressive leadership. She smiled; now, there was no going back-now the Sarzonians and the Pacitalians would have to fight. Just the way she liked it.

The reports from the projects were optimistic. New mountain complexes were going up, new tunnels being made, new everything that pertained to hiding underground and playing it defensive, and all available men moved to North China-just the way she liked it.

She sipped another shot of whiskey, and sat back in her chair. the room grew hazy and she began laughing a bitter, ugly sarcastic laugh.

She then screamed: "You won't take me alive!"

Acting President Fujimoto then want out in public to address the crowd that had developed. A gray pallor had come over the street, and as the crowd cheered, waving Red flags and burning Pacitalian and Sarzonian banners, Fujimoto put her hand up. The crowd went quiet, and she then said:

"Comrades of Upper Xen. As you know, this is a grave national emergency. A cabal of Capitalist, twinkie, WASPy thugs, seeks to destroy us and the nation of Hiroshiko. They seek to harm our Asian culture, and they seek to impose to undo our great democratic endeavors. The darkness is surrounding us, and we hold the light that puts it back out."

Her voice then rose to a crescendo, as she said:

"Comrades! Do not let them put out your light! The tyrants say they wish for diplomacy-but their actions say otherwise. They plot with Gordon Lew, and wish to wipe you out, and impose a bland, McPeace on you."

"I call upon you all to resist the aggressors with every ounce of fiber you have. I call upon you to fight back, with molotov, rifle, and sword. Let he who comes to us with sword in hand, die by that sword. This is a do or die struggle; if we do not win, we will have nowhere else to go. So please, do not give up. The People demand this, liberty demands this. Thank you."

Bump and a reminder to look at Post 98 and to respond to it.

Bump and a reminder to look at Post 98 and to respond to it.

Done. See post 99. ;)

Done. See post 99. ;)

Saw your post, I just wanted to make sure the other players in this situation were made aware of what was going on.

Bump

OOC: Sry everyone! Took a while for me to respond =P Anyway, here goes!

IC: The cold, silent morning was abruptly disturbed when a hollering from an official came into the Chancellor's Chamber.

"Chancellor Hihachi, Chancellor Hihachi...the Pacitalian leader...Timothy Ell has just spoken about the issue regarding the escalated conflict. They have also commented on the assassination of our great, past leader, Chancellor Tomodachi. They say that one of his 'men' killed him...and"

"What!? Did they say who?" ,replies Hihachi, worried and angry.

"Uh...no sir, no they haven't. They just said that one..."

"Enough, go and inform the Congessional Committee that it is time to make the decision... GO NOW!"

"Yees.... Sir."

The official ran out of the Chancellor's chamber quickly and hastily, fearing the anger displayed by the new Chancellor.

As the man left, Hihachi thought to himself. "The Pacitalians...how did they come to know of this... there was no publishing of this sort on any medium. They're catching on to me."

Hihachi left the chamber and stormed into the the House of the Congressional Committee, on the ring wing of the Edifice.

Hihachi spoke, in a loud and persuasive voice.

"Ladies and Gentlemen of the Hiroshikan Congressional Committee, I am here to discuss about the recent aggression taken by our enemies, the Pacitalian Government and her allies.

I come here before you to discuss about a suprise attack I have been thinking..."

An elderly senator slowly raised his hand for attention amongst the committee. Hihachi gave him the authority to speak, but with reluctance.

The Senator spoke and gave his opinion. He says, "Supreme Chancellor Hihachi, yesterday Supreme Chancellor Tomodachi was the head of the nation. I suggest we follow his plan of peace and diplo..."

"Silence! There will be NO talk of diplomacy, understand!?"

Hihachi cut the senator's proposal in half.

"We will use forceful coersion...by using military action on one of their bases."

"Preposterous! We cannot agree..." ,replies another senator.

"Did I ever give you authority to speak, Miss?" ,says Hihachi, sarcastically.

"I am seriously going to change this pitiful system. You see, I have the perfect idea, but you idiots quarrel and complain too much! No wonder why the last administration was so pathetic."

The woman, who was offended, replied, "Chancellor, enough! You have no right to speak about Tomodachi like that! He was a good man, better than you..."

An explosion of words came forth from every senator in the room. The room echoed from within.

"Supreme Chancellor...let us talk." ,replied the elderly senator. "Perhaps we can negotiate without waging a war."

"Enough. This obviously won't work...I, myself, am declaring Hiroshiko a military controlled state. You're out of a job, senator. Officers, lock them up, they speak of only treason."

The entire Congressional Committee responded with outrage, but in a short while was put down due to the officers.

"You are insane Hihachi..." This was one of the last, audible phrases from the Committee as they were escorted down the halls. After they had left, the Supreme Chancellor contacted the Military. The nation was now under military control.

It had been four hours since the permanent dismissal of the HCC. Now, Hihachi sits alone, in his chamber, silent.

A military officer walks in, solutes the Chancellor in the traditional Hiroshikan manner. Then he says, "Chancellor Hihachi, the Pacitalian leader, Timothy Ell, wishes to request an audience with you at the neutral site of Obsidia. Do you comply, Chancellor?"

Along with the silence, the Chancellor was relaxing with a bottle of Kyoshiran scotch, perfectly aged and prepared.

Feeling whoozy, the Chancellor replied, "Why...yes, Seargent...I agree."

"You know, making decisions under the influence can be disastrous. Perhaps when you're less intoxicated..."

The Chancellor angered by the comment said, "What did you say, Seargent?"

The Seagent felt uneasy by the Chancellor's response. The Seargent quickly changed his stance and said, "Sir, I will rely to the Pacitalian government of your approval in meeting Timothy Ell at Obsidia."

"Good Job, Searge."

The seargent left the Chancellor's Chamber and went to the network transmission office, located on the sixth floor of the Edifice.

Meanwhile, the HMIA (Hiroshikan Military Intelligence Agency) is at work, planning a massive, surpise attack on Omz222*, as directed by the Chancellor.
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OOC: Omz, if you don't want a surpise attack, then please post that you don't want me attacking your nation. If you do, however, please provide me with a vulnerable base or city in your nation. Thanks!

Prime Ministerial Residence, Timiocato

Prime Minister Ell sat in his chair in the basement investigation complex of the PMR where he had met earlier with his Chiefs of Staff. Now, he sat again with SAFD Chief of Staff Costakis, and with PCIC director Nicolae Teodor Costica, all three with their hands in some sort of thinking position.

"Here's how we see it," Costica said suddenly. "We have tonnes upon tonnes upon tonnes of information on the Hiroshikans, including military purchases, government timetables, even what Hihachi eats for breakfast, but it's of no use until he rejects the peace talks idea and starts his first strike. We know he will too, PSAT's been circling over Hiroshiko for hours now, taking thousands of snapshots. But the odd thing is, they're mobilising less than Fujimoto, and I'm surprised by that."

"We need a conjectural plan to be able to assert ourselves in this conflict," Ell said. "It would be considered a first strike, yes, but if we want Hiroshiko to back down, we have to do something drastic. I'm afraid kidnapping or assassinating their chancellor is the best idea so far."

"I agree," Costakis said. "I can have a contingency of forty SAFD men in and out of the capital in six hours. No mess, no fuss. If it's assassination you want, then--"

"I don't want assassination just yet. Though, that would be better - because they couldn't blame it on us automatically. He just dismissed his entire Congressional Committee, there's going to be a bitterness factor, for sure."

"Of course," Costakis replied. "So you're suggesting a quick assassination, with a team of ten, four snipers, two washers and four backup?"

"That would be ideal," Ell said. "But, I get the feeling that a kidnapping would be better. He'd make an ideal bargaining chip. The problem is that he seems hard to break, and we have some of the best torture methods around but we just don't know right now. We just... don't know."

"Well, for kidnapping, we'd use trichlorolhydrate-tipped, chloroform-filled soft bullets to detain him. Otherwise, we'll have to use steel-tip 7.62s for any assassination plans you have, sir."

"Right." Ell turned to Costica. "Get your two agents in Hiroshiko to dig up any more dirt they can find. Then get them the hell out of there. I want a contingent of around forty PCIC agents to meet up at Parzamafo Two by tomorrow night, and I need them there to lead the team."

"Of course, sir." Costica rose, nodded and left.

He turned to Efrotis Costakis. "Meanwhile, we need to find every possible avenue to getting rid of this idiot, but, as I said, we have to wait until he rejects the peace talks. Then, it's war anyway and we'll need that to end the war as quickly as possible."

"I understand, sir. Thank you."

Later that evening, the Supreme Chancellor went to the HMIA, located at a secure place on the outskirts of the Hiroshikan capital. The intelligence center was heavily guarded, in order to prevent espionage.

The Chancellor soon met the head officials involved in the Kize Offensive, a surprise attack soon to come.

SECRET IC: WAR PLANS

The meeting room was cool for the room itself was four floors below the ground. Computers adjacent to the other rooms hummed monotonously, generating reports and statistics of the recent conflict.

"Chancellor, I have numerous reports to show you."

The head official, Hirenji Takugawa, showed him various pictures of satillite photos taken off the Hiroshikan coastline.

"You see those dots? They're ships...believed to be either a fleet from the nation of MassPwnage or Sarzonia. We can't quite yet confirm them. But, they're certainly not one of ours. It isn't blockading our nation, but it can still be a huge threat to our navy if they attacked us. I suggest we build up our navy, just to be on the safe side. We should have more round the clock inspections and security too."

"Mmm...Hmm, keep going Takugawa."

"Also, it seems that there have been attempted hacks on our Security Grid, most notably, our Satilite Defense Grid. (Hiroshikan SDG) It seems like the source hacks come from the PSAT, a Pacitalian technology. The PSAT has recently been taking snapshots of our surroundings and..."

"Ok, Ok, I get the point. Those damn Pacitalians and their technology..."

"Hold on, don't get too mad. We've changed our acess codes every hour, that should slow them down. We have tricks of our own too, Chancellor. However, this won't keep them from getting into our systems."

"Oh and yes, our satilites have picked up an increased military buildup on all of Pacitalia's allies. I just hope that the surpise attack you've proposed works..."

"So, how is my plan, Takugawa?"

"Its almost complete now. Here, look at the Omzian surroundings...they're very secure...but they do have a vulnerable spot somewhere. We're trying to find any naval or airbase vulnerable to Hiroshikan forces. This is where we'll strike...As of right now...none so yet." Takugawa continues and says, "So in summary, while you talk with Timothy Ell in Obsidia, my operatives will swiftly attack the Omzian target. Our goal is to fully cripple their force on the first strike. Thus..."

Suddenly, Takugawa is interrupted by a female intelligence analyzer. Her confident look reassured Takugawa and Hihachi. Then, she says, "Takugawa, sir...we have new intelligence coming in from the Hiroshikan SDG. Satillite feeds report at least one vulnerable city. The name's Hongazgrad. Government history shows that troops were pulled out of that city for the summer. There is virtually no military presence there, only domestic police. Attacking here would be a piece of cake."

"Ah! Excellent work! Let me see the map."

Takugawa examines the map and says, "Would you recommend other targets of interest?"

"Most are fortifed by high-tech weaponry and a strong presence of military troops. Unless our pilots are willing to become kamikazes, then no, there aren't any other vulnerable cities...wait...how about Osaria?"

"Hmm...let me see, miss."

Takugawa slowly analyzes the possibility. Then he responds by saying, "Thank you, ma'am. Osaria...what a beautiful name. Such a great target as well. Your observation has made me rethink the Kise Offensive. Good work, now please, go about your business and keep being productive. I might even promote you after this conflict is over."

"Yes, Seargent. Thank you."

The woman walks off, back into the intelligence analysis room.

Takugawa takes some time, rethinking the plan. He pulls out a map of Omz and draws sketches and circles. He then looks up at the Chancellor with an enlightened look.

"Chancellor, I am going to change the original plan... The Kise Offensive will call for three attacks. Our large mass of planes will head to the city of Hongazgrad. As originally planned, we will wipe out the entire industrial sector and destroy key commerical and residential ventures. After that, the planes will split into three. The Omzian Air Force will follow us at all directions, distributing their airforce into three. When they do...it should lessen their 'capabilities' of striking our forces.

The first planes to split will fly through the country, flying towards the Upper Xen area. They will fly toward the western direction, exiting into neutral territory. Along the way, they will bomb any agricultural sector they see.

The second will fly over the Omzian countryside, away from heavily guarded fly zones. They will exit the country to the north. Along their way, they will fly directly towards the Omzian capital, Osaria. We will not totally destroy their capital like Hongazgrad, but we will destroy key landmarks. Destroying such things should cause panic and insecurity amongst the Omzian people. Making them vulnerable will lead us to an advantage.

The last one will go back south. They will make a sharp turn into the Hagras Bay area, and bomb the city of Johnson, destroying any industrial sector found within the city.

Our planes will consist of 150 stealth planes and 250 B-1 bombers, totalling 400 planes in the air. This will be the largest mass attack on a given target in the history of Hiroshikan warfare. Most of our ammunition is standard, with the exception of the EM-115s. They will NOT contain nuclear warheads for the reason of inciting a nuclear war will ultimately guarantee failure in this effort. All of Pacitalia's allies would definitely launch nuclear warheads on us. Instead of that spiffy, nuclear warhead jazz, they contain the standard nitrogen-based explosives.

In doing this attack, it should scare off the Omzians and some of Pacitalia's allies. Lets just say...this attack should destroy some of the bonds that hold the alliance together. So, what do you think of the plan, Chancellor?"

"Ah, this sounds like a good plan." ,replies Hihachi, confidently. "Upper Xen will take care of the Sarzonians; we will deal with the Omzians."

"One more thing, Chancellor...when you negotiate with Timothy Ell, watch your step. They might set a trap. Agree with their terms...play along. I have a feeling that if you reject the peace talks, there will be trouble."

"I can handle this situation, Takugawa, but thanks for the input. Let us begin, shall we?"

ooc: are those my subs? if so, they're underwater and won't show up on spy sats.

OOC: Well, a noon's nap, and so much stuff happening... :) Since Hiroshiko has chosen me as a target, a few points:
1) There aren't too many "weak" bases as we are already at a heightened state of alert after your war announement, especially naval bases, but probably the most vulnerable point is the city of Hongazgrad, with the forces away on a summer exercise with the navy. This is further assured by the actual protection of the city, which is dim when compared to others, and is one of the only cities that does not feature belts and layers of long-range SAMs following various airbases that you'll see elsewhere.
You'll probably want an air attack as a sea-based attack will guarentee the attention of Omzian forces thousands of miles away, and you can find information about the Omzian Air Defence Command in "Omzian Military Review" linked to my sig. Paratroopers are also a possibility for attack, though logistics will be a problem for your guys. Despite all these, do expect the defence to put up a hard fight, and this is thousands of times more true when you want to cripple the command of not only the entire group army, but also the naval forces in the area as well (which will be around four carrier battle groups, one surface action group, and a number of submarines, at time of writing).
If you want to sneak in special operatives however, that would be another matter, since pretty much the only way you can sneak them in is by sea, or specially by submarine. However, the coast will be patrolled by various coast guard cutters and aircraft operated by the Omzian Coast Guard. Since we won't accept any more Hiroshikans, by air isn't too practical, as we also keep a massive network that tracks our citizens and visitors with ID cards and a large database/scanning system accessible by customs officials and policemen, which will also integrate biometric features such as retina-scanning.
The last possibility I can think of is an information warfare attack. Might be effective considering the power of such attacks, and the fact that our military relies on high-tech stuff such as computers. However, the downside is that a) they won't achieve much of an effect on the Omzian military's internal networks; b) they won't be able to significantly damage the warfighting capacity of the Omzian forces strategically-wise; and c) there is a group of specialists under the Omzian Special Operations Command that is designed to prevent such action, or at least preventing them from inflicting much damage.

2) Some background information on the city. it is the only city (pretty much) that suffered an enemy invasion and occupation 30 years ago NS, but has been rebuilt into a large city of around 100 million, with vulnerable targets such as large business districts and large residental towers. The city also has some military significance, as it houses one of the headquarters for a field army reinforcing the south-eastern flank of our borders, and the strategic significance is also that it holds a large power plant nearby, in addition to large railway junctions.

3) An attack on Hongazgrad - or any other Omzian city for the matter - while being shocking initally for the Omzian population, will guarentee a massive propaganda effort by the Omzian government, and it's also likely that this will be backed with a large group of angry civilians. This may not seem significant at first, but eventually the propaganda projet will get very big.

As well, a link to a very rough map detailing the location of Hongazgrad and some air defence sites (major concentrations and belts of SAMs backed by networks of sensors and aircraft operating from nearby bases): map (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v693/Omz222/Omzatk1.jpg).

IC post will come soon.

Inside the Prime Ministerial residence

“Here are the reports Madam Prime Minster”

“Oh yes thank you very much Allegra, where is Jalen Reid? Shouldn’t he be here?”

“Yes, but he is having his hair replacement surgery this week”

“What about General Hale Jaymes?”

“He is on his way right now Madame.”

Oh great at a time like this he is having something stupid done again what does he need hair for anyways?, thought DeBruyn, “Very well then, I will go over this report while we wait for him to arrive.”

As Prime Minister reads over the very large report that Allegra had just handed her, she keeps a steady face as she reads the increasingly alarming news. Allegra knew to well what was going on as she had sneaked a peek inside the report before handing it over to her. Although she knew a lot of what the folder contained she did not know everything there is to know about the information gathering agencies of the country.

There was a small break of silence that soon followed after she finished reading the report then there was a knock at the door. Allegra moved to open it and in walked general Hale Jaymes, he stands in the doorway at full attention.

“Welcome General, at ease”

“Thank you Madame Prime Minister.”

“I hope that you know the current situation that is occurring between Pacitalia and the Hiroshikans?”

“Yes, I have been keeping informed in the entire situation. Personally I was hoping that it would not come to military action from either side.”

“So was I general but that is not the current situation. Now with the death of the old Chancellor dead and with the replacement being Hihachi things are not looking good in the lines of diplomacy.”

“Yes I understand. I believe that we should start to prepare our forces to defend ourselves if an invasion of Pacitalia occurs. We do not want to be sitting here unable to defend ourselves if the Hiroshikans decide to attack us as well”

“I understand General and I would have to agree wholeheartedly with you but I want to be clear with you. We are not to attack any Hiroshikans force unless they commit an act of violence against the Moepoeian Republic. I will be sending aid to Pacitalia in other forms but we need our military here. We do not want to put our people though anymore wars and violence given our shaky past.”

“I understand.”

“Madam I would suggest that you make a public statement to the people to inform them of our current situation and what might occur in the coming days and weeks” stated Allegra

“I was thinking of holding a general press conference later this evening. In fact can you schedule one for later and send information about the meeting to the presses.”

“Yes Madam I can have that arranged for you.”

They both leave the Prime Minister to sit and think over the speech that she will later make to the people of her country. She sits and hopes that she is doing the right thing and hopes for her peoples safety. She begins to write an email to Prime Minister Ell using the most encrypted software available.



To Prime Minister Ell
From Prime Minister DeBruyn

As you know I would more than love to send troops to help you in supporting your armies but I do believe that it is important right now for my troops to stay here in the chance that we might become under attack. Since Pacitalia has a much larger and more skilled army than that of Moepoeia. Although I will be more than willing to send any other forms of aid to you in the forms of Money, food and supplies. We will continue to support you in these areas until we are no longer able. I wish you luck and safely my good friend.

Melissa DeBruyn
Prime Minister
The Moepoeian Republic

Heavily Encrypted SECRET IC Message

To: Prime Minister Melissa Debruyn
From: Prime Minister Timothy Ell

All I would need is your friendship, both that of you and your nation, and your trust, for us to keep this part of the world safe from the aggression of the Hiroshikans. I thank you for the truthful compliment, as I do believe Pacitalia holds one of the most capable forces in the entire world to use at our disposal, and that alone will save Pacitalia and Moepoeia from Hiroshikan offensives.

I fully understand the reasons for you not committing troops to this war effort and must say it is one of the best I have heard. I would do the same if I were in your position, given the rocky history of the Moepoeian people. Disagreement among your people could certainly lead to another civil war, given the tools, funding, propaganda and resources. It is, therefore, my feeling that you are best serving the effort by remaining neutral except for the diplomatic support I hope you will continue to give me.

It is crunch time now, and I feel that soon enough the war will begin. When it does, my people will be ready. I am confident defence of your nation by your people will only strengthen the bonds of your allied states. Good day, Madame Prime Minister.

OOC: Hate to interrupt, Post #105 might need an angry response. ;)

OOC: Hate to interrupt, Post #105 might need an angry response. ;)

OOC: Working on it. Had to post my new gun release first. ;)

On the Phone:
"They called us Twinkies? Holy fuck Maia... I'm gonna kill them!"

"Calm down dad... You'll get to kill them in due time... I'm just delievering the news."

"Fine, fine... release this statement as follows..."

Statement:

"Twinkies? This coming from an overinflated muffdiving windbagged Jap whore like you Fujimoto? For shame. I must have overestimated your mental aptitude. See you on the battlefield, bitch."

On the Phone:
"They called us Twinkies? Holy fuck Maia... I'm gonna kill them!"

"Calm down dad... You'll get to kill them in due time... I'm just delievering the news."

"Fine, fine... release this statement as follows..."

Statement:

"Twinkies? This coming from an overinflated muffdiving windbagged Jap whore like you Fujimoto? For shame. I must have overestimated your mental aptitude. See you on the battlefield, bitch."

OOC: You got that "twinkie" remark? I didn't expect that.

IC:

Well, well well! I'll be eating lizard tonight, then.

Rosa L. Fujimoto

"Coffee," Graze said as he placed a dark mug, padded with a thin handkerchief, onto a dark wooden table that dominated the rather cluttered space that made up the meeting room of the Foreign Affairs office. The rather spartan style of the room was distinctively different from the modern architecture that people sees outside of the massive walls of the sixty-story building that made up the compound of the Foreign Affairs Ministry, as a small group of people worked silently in the room, seemingly to be ignoring the single word of Graze.

Moran looked up with a neutral look, and let out a crack of a smile at the sight of the coffee. "You still remembered to bring me coffee," he chuckled. "By the looks of it, I guess that I'll have to pay you soon."

"Oh, not at all," Graze said, as he got out a slim, rectangular-shaped tablet that resembled a fine work of information technology, as an invisible stream of radio waves were exchanged between the PDA and what it seemed like the world beyond. "I've been fetching some new reports from both the Interior Ministry and the local headquarters of the Omzian Army. As you might have guessed, it's about Hiroshiko," he said with a worried look as he tried to discreetly fix a stain on his tie, given his particular weakness of being irritated by the smallest of the stains on his clothings.

"You mean the Office of Intelligence and Strategic Affairs?", Moran asked as he broadened his eyebrows. "There has been some disturbing reports coming from their offices, especially their Eurasia arm."

Graze gave a wry smile, his hands fixed onto the tip of his brown tie. "That's only how the non-civilians call it," he chuckled, before undertaking a short transformation to a more worried look. "Indeed it is true, Moran. At first we haven't expected much from their war announcements, but enough information has been gathered to suggest that the recent coup and power struggle in the Hiroshikan governemnt did take place. We predict that with this Hihachi guy as head, the situation will plummet into something that resembles an uncertainty."

Moran looked back, noticing a flock of birds flying past the window, blocking part of the massive skyline that made up the capital city of Osaria. "Doesn't this Hihachi guy already have a policy of aggression in regards to the situation? I'm not that much afraid of the prospects of having both bilateral talks between Pacitalia and Hiroshiko and the Hamptonshire proposal stalled given the unpredictable nature of these people in Hiroshiko, but I think that it's already crystal clear that he wants war. Period."

"Not exactly, I might comment," Graze replied. "We still don't know that much about Hihachi, though pretty much Hiroshiko is a news to anyone, perhaps except the guys at OISA. There will still be a chance that they might pull something new on their sleeves."

"On what basis?" the older Moran shot back. "From what I see the policies of Hihachi is war, war, and more war. And this is speaking from my deeper experience. With the government, there are still some divisions between war and piece before this whole power struggle and the moves by their military. Your suggestion is not without merit, but it is backed with few evidences. However, one question still remains of how they will take their first step of militarism."

Graze looked, and heightened his eyebrows. "I might have an answer for you," he handed Moran a folder, with an rather ironic mix of a transparant layer that was dotted by black lines going in random direction, with a sticker that was marked with the text of Level Four Clearance Only. "This is just some few hints coupled with a lot of predictions, I might remind you. But the possibilities of an attack is truly frightening, even considering our superiority in our defences and our industrial capacity."

Moran looked with a frown that disguised his worry and the increasing rate of his heartbeat rather than exposing it to his comrades. Being a former artillery lieutenant discharged from the military before the Homeland Defence War, the contents and meanings that were concealed in the meaningless-looking lines of text nevertheless raised some interesting questions for him. The contents were not enough to incite bewilderment; but its importance - at least to Moran - was too big to be ignored. "Isn't some of the southern forces out for summer exercise in Kontia and the north?"

"Yeah," Graze replied with a curious tone that also recited a hint of worry. "I mean, they are only what the guys in OISA thinks, but..."

He paused with a chilling thought that showered his body with concern, or even fear.

OOC: Omz222, I have updated the WAR PLANS post (Post #113). It includes my strategies on your nation. Thanks for providing the info! Oh, and the map was useful too!

Secret IC: WAR PLANS (PART 2)

"Chancellor, before you go...I'm going to discuss what you should do and what will happen upon meeting Timothy Ell."

"Takugawa, you have my full attention. Proceed." ,says Hihachi, curiously.

"Ok, while the Kize Offensive is taking place...the navy will make a bold and daring move. A small, but state-of-the-art fleet will move between the International and Pacitalian Ocean borderline. It will surround the nation on both fronts, thus preventing support from other nations. While the conference is taking place...our sumbarines and battleships will take positions creating an effective blockade. Submarines should not end up on any radar or satillite tracking system, making this a covert operation. However, our battleships will. Therefore, they will be on international waters...50 miles from the border. The Subs will be positioned at the border. Do not mention the blockade placed on Pacitalia to Timothy Ell until the 'time' is right. We will not use force unless a merchant or trading ship from one of Pacitalia's allies doesn't turn back.

The operation will begin tommorow morning at 4:30 AM."

"Ah, this WILL be a wonderous event for the nation of Hiroshiko." ,replies Hihachi, very confident of the Kize Offensive.

Hihachi soon departs and prepares for the 'negotiations' with Timothy Ell.

OOC: Omz222, I have updated the WAR PLANS post. It includes my strategies on your nation. Thanks for providing the info! Oh, and the map was useful too!
OOC: Thanks for the info. Two additional points:
1) There are still forces guarding Hongazgrad, even though the group army has been gone for about a week or so NS for exercises near Vansare (I think you can locate it on the map), consisting of a garrison unit of naval infantry and three light infantry division diverted for garrison duty. The might of the air defence will be smaller due to the summer exercises, but some corps-level and army-level air defences will still be present, along with a large contigent of fighters. You are correct that it will spread out my forces, but nevertheless your forces should take more advantage of the time (as a hint).
Detection is another matter. With both nets of passive and active sensors, mobile and fixed, they are designed to detect mass bomber raids (at least, at high altitudes) and other intrusions of Omzian airspace. Some more details can be found in my Military Review thread (linked to my sig). It's very likely that upon detection, interceptors will already be scrambled to intercept the flight, though that does leave an absense of air-based defences /within/ the area as well.
2) Regarding attacks on other places. Johnson is a city with a population of approximately 80 million, and is largely an industrial and harbour city engaging in trade. There is an absense of dense nets of air defence, but that's because that there's not much strategic targets of importance, though you will still face resistance - albeit not too much. However, flying to Osaria especially for a force of bombers that will come under attack near Hongazgrad will be exceptionally tricky, as what you will face is some dispersed air defence sites near Johnson and the like, but very dense nets of various SAMs, interceptors, and cruise missile defence installations.
3) Landmarks will be both of a historical value, and museums. They won't be protected, unlike strategic and tactical targets (for example, factories and military bases respectively). However, shock and disbelief will then turn into extreme anger.

OOC: Ok, I will take your considerations Omz...tommorow. I'm so beat! XD I'm out for the night, see ya guys!

Lord Rosecrans and Prince Patrick walked through one of the pristine parks in the heart of Obsidia. The city itself was a purely governmental organization, no one except senior government officials or those military personnel assigned to protect the city were allowed in. Only a handfull of Ministries were permitted to move from Hamptonshire City to Obsidia and, so far, none of the foreign embassies were given authorization to build missions in the newer of the Dual Capitals.

"We seem to have succeeded." The Prince said as he stooped down to pick a flower

"Don't get ahead of yourself," Lord Rosecrans warned as he tugged down on his bright blue uniform jacket. It had a habit of riding up on him during brisk walks, "all we did was manage to get the two sides to come to the table. If I was a betting man I wouldn't put more than fifty kroner on this enterprise succeeding; Hihachi is going to far."

Prince Patrick was a bit put off by his friend's words. He honestly thought there was still a genuine hope for peace. "I thought we could end this here and now, that we could help avert war."

"Patrick, you've seen the RAIS reports. All sides talk of peace but prepare for war. Should these talks fail, the Defense Ministry places the onset of hostile action at only twelve to sixteen hours after the termination of the conference. We've even heard whispers that it could come even sooner than that."

"So...what are we doing about it?" the Prince asked as he let the flower fall from his hand.

"First off the conference will be taking place in White Palace, it's the most secure area currently available. CDF patrols will be tripled and the Omega Guard will provide security for the actual event. As for any possible war, I have already alerted Maalestren Station. Defenses have been boosted and additional reinforcements are on the way."

"You aren't seriously considering bringing us into a war?" Prince Patrick asked with a bit of disparation in his voice. "Pacitalia is our ally but, for the love of God, there is no good reason in existance for this God forsaken incident to devolve into war."

"We won't be pulled into any immediate war, the measures at Maalestren have been put in place only to provide us with continued access to our largest foreign military base."

The Prince was feeling ill at ease but nodded in agreement to the Commander-General. "Very well," he said with eyes cast down to the ground, "send word to Ell and Hihachi- Obsidia awaits."


[OOC: RAIS- Royal Army Intelligence Service, Hamptonshire's de facto military intel service.

Non-military intelligence falls under the jurisdiction of the Federal Intelligence and Investigation Service (FIIS)]

A small, but state-of-the-art fleet will move between the International and Pacitalian Ocean borderline. It will surround the nation on both fronts, thus preventing support from other nations. While the conference is taking place...our sumbarines and battleships will take positions creating an effective blockade. Submarines should not end up on any radar or satillite tracking system, making this a covert operation.

OOC: Just to let you know, I have subsurface radar systems on the Pacific coast, so your subs will be seen too. But otherwise, I have no idea of your plan. :P

Secret IC

Prime Ministerial Residence, Timiocato

Ell was on the phone with his four Chiefs of Staff.

"Upgrade your status to immediate-action standby. If these talks fail, I'm going to be on the phone with you not more than thirty seconds after, and you will start by bombing Hiroshiko's cities from the air. Then, you'll start your seabound coastal assaults on important targets. The Godrods and ICBMs will be readied, and the SAFD will start its first wave to get rid of Hihachi's government. We must cripple him from underneath so he falls."

He paused to take a drink of bottled water. In that time, Army Chief of Staff Armando Santo Benini spoke up.

"Right, sir. It's done." The other three replied with, "same here, sir" or similar responses.

Navy Chief of Staff Lermandoto continued. "I think it's best that we keep watch over our coasts. I've been looking at our spy satellites watching their naval bases. There's a little too much buildup for it just to be a mobilisation. I suspect they're going to try a blockade on our coasts. Of course, we have above and sub-surface radar, but we can't prevent a blockade without an expenditure in our military. We should focus some of our fleet closer to home."

"Do it."

"Right away, sir."

Ell hung up and stared blankly at the wall, now fully realising the magnitude of the situation. He prayed that the talks would be successful. He wasn't about to risk the lives of his soldiers, even if he was more likely to emerge the victor in this spat. He walked out of his office, locked the door and took his plane ticket from Adriana, the long one with a connection through the airport just outside Hamptonshire City. After that unbearably time-munching flight, he'd get on a maglev train to Obsidia, or a Royal Marine helicopter. Probably the latter, given the importance of the situation, but he'd see when he got there. Doomsday apparently had come.

Small note:

The only ways you can get to Obsidia:

-On a Royal Army operated MagLev train from Hamptonshire City.
-On a Royal Marine helicopter flying from Prince Elector Fredrick V Royal Air Force Base.

The Situation Room, Defense Building, Presidential Building Complex

The President had appointed an entirely new cabinet after being re-elected President, and a member of the Democratic Party of the Federal Republic of Canada, after he stepped down from his presidency to go in hiding from the mob who wanted to take his life.

President Anthony Raymond Wittrock walked into the Situation Room as he was greeted by the newly appointed Secretary of Defense, Brigadier General Travis Sage.

"What is the situation with the Hiroshikan and the Pacitalians?" The President said as he sat down in his chair and looked to his right side where General Sage just sat down.

Brigadier General Sage nodded his head, "After the ill-timing death of the Hiroshikan Chancellor Tomodachi. The Hiroshiko's Secretary of Defense, Hihachi has proclaimed himself the new leader."

"Ill-time death, Mister Sage?"

"Mister President, the Hiroshikans claim that Prime Minister Ell had him assassinated."

The President's tone responded in disbelief, "Prime Minister Ell is too gentle to order the PCIC to have a World Leader assassinated. This is an outrage."

The Secretary of State walked into the Situation Room as he was called by the President to be the informative watch dog, Arnold Edwards.

Brigadier General Sage looked over at Secretary Edwards as he walked into the room, "Why are you hear, Arnold?"

The President put his hands inbetween the two and looked at Sage, "I asked him to come, I asked him to be debriefed on all information we know on the Hiroshikans from a diplomatic understanding."

The General was silence.

The President looked over at Edwards, "Please, sit down beside me Mister Edwards."

Holy Empire of Magnus Maha

After extensivly covering the current situation, we at the empire feel that this madness and stupidity must come to an end. Thus we are extending an arm of freindship to both nations and thier allies to come to some aggreement that will end this squabbling among nations. We of the empire favor neither nations stand but wish that peace can be made through civil negotation.

Emperor Magnus Maha

Secret IC

I agree, but it's a little late for that now, sadly.

Prime Minister Timothy Ell

OOC: Just to let you know, I have subsurface radar systems on the Pacific coast, so your subs will be seen too. But otherwise, I have no idea of your plan. :P

Gah, you got me! This is the part that my nation doesn't know of. You can use this to your advantage.

IC: 4:26 AM...4:27 AM...4:28 AM...the minutes seemed like eternity. The Kize Offensive was about to begin...

As the light of day was approaching...the humming of several hundred planes can be heard in the city of Kitengi. The Kitengi Air Base was loaded with Stealth and B-1 Bombers, ready to strike the targets. The nation of Omz was several hundreds of miles away and the expected arrival time at the first city was about 7:00 AM Hiroshikan time. The soldiers waved the Hiroshikan flags which signaled the authority to fly. As they waved them, a patriotic and nationalistic feeling came upon the pilots. They felt as if they had a duty, a duty to protect the nation of Hiroshiko from foreign destruction.
One by one, the planes flew off the ground. The sonic boom of the bombers echoed within the sky; they headed to Omz with great speed.

As for the Navy, a small fleet, like the Chancellor and Takugawa earlier discussed headed towards the International - Pacitalian Borderline. The planned blockade was right on schedule...

Meanwhile...

"Chancellor Hihachi, the plane to Hamptonshire City is ready."

The Chancellor, ready for the negotiations set in Obsidia, carefully walked into the plane. Inside was his 'advisors' and bodyguards. A group of five; backed with twenty, guarded the Supreme Chancellor's life. The large 747 began to take off at the Kyoshiro International Airport at 3:35 AM. It was secured by the accompany of six fighter jets.

Inside the plane, the Chancellor discussed the future event at Obsidia with his advisors.

"Sir, once we get to Hamptonshire, we must get on board a Maglev train. We cannot get to Obsidia by any other means. I'm sure you know this, correct?" ,says one of the advisors.

"Yes, I know that...Timothy Ell is coming, right?" ,replies Hihachi.

"Yes, he supposedly is coming...as well as representatives and leaders from several of Pacitalia's allies."

"Good..." He sighed in relief. "and...how is the Kize Offensive and the Pacitalian blockade?"

"Chancellor, they have taken off as scheduled. The mass bombing will begin approximately 7 AM, Hiroshikan time. The Navy has also begun the blockade...it will be only short while before they begin..."

Hihachi looked at the clock; he had not been aware of the time. It was already 6:23 AM...

Pacitalian Naval Forces Radar Observance Station, Isola Mastomuto, Pacific coast

The junior monitoring technician stared in disbelief at the screen in front of him. The radar screen was reporting at least thirty pings on eastbound craft heading for Pacitalia. They were within 50 km of the western coast of Mastomuto.

"Sir?" he said hesitantly to the ranking naval officer, Commodore Roberto Cantamano. "I think you'd better come here and look at this."

"What is it?" Cantamano said. "Oh, my god. That's an invasion fleet. Get air support out there now to investigate. And notify the Prime Minister right away! Everyone, this war is hot! Get to your stations, now, we've got a situation to deal with. The Hiroshikan ships are heading our way!"

It was mass panic for about two minutes as the one hundred people scrambled to their appropriate station to begin work. The Prime Minister was notified, from his plane on the way to Hamptonshire, he authorised a naval response from the Mastomuto naval base. Within the hour, ten frigates and four destroyers of the PNF along with six SSGNs and three SSKs were dispatched to the border of Pacitalian territorial waters. With them went fourteen Coast Guard patrol boats and four DDGs (guided missile destroyers). From the nearby air base, sixty Pacitalian bombers and fighters took off loaded with ammunition and conventional bombs, ready to halt any advances. They would simply patrol the skies over the maritime-claim boundary until, or if, the Hiroshikan fleets engaged the home side.

The mood in Pacitalia was sombre as the universal military alert status was raised... to red. The ultimate signal of war. Now, more than ever, the peace talks were what would save the countries involved from war.

"Sir, our subsurface scanners are picking up inbound contact, too."

Cantamano almost smirked. "Those idiots. Definitely subs. I don't think they know about our subsurface radar. Signal PNFB Saturno and have them ready the SSGNs for defence on my order. They'll probably try to sneak under us to get right to our ports. Foolish bastards."

The Situation Room, Defense Building, Presidential Building Complex

Mister Edwards spoke into the President's ear, "We'll have to be going to Obsidia, we have been invited by the Government of Hamptonshire to attend a relatively small peace confence."

The President whispered back, "Understood."

Lee Freeman the National Security Advisor showed a Hiroshikan naval fleet heading towards the coast of Pacitalia, "Mister President, it is believed that the Hiroshikans will be blockading the Pacitalian coast. It is unaware if they will target civilian vessels."

"How many Canadian civilian vessels are currently going, in Pacitalian waters?"

"One hundred and eighty-two vessels in total. Currently there are one hundred and forty-eight ships currently in Pacitalian waters."

Message from the Office of the Commander, Capital Defense Force


TO: All Invited Guests, Obsidia Conference

The following regulations shall be followed, without objection or compromise:

No foreign security personnel shall be allowed in Obsidia.
Delegations shall be limited to no more then three (3) senior officials.
No weapons of any sort, including ceremonial, shall be allowed within Obsidia

The Capital Defense Force (CDF) is in charge of all security operations in the Capital Cities District. The CDF has more than half a million active combat personnel with an additional sixty-thousand Royal Marines and Royal Army soliders dedicated solely to the defense of Obsidia. Security for the actual conference, to be held in White Palace, will be provided by two hundred (200) Omega Guards. The Omega Guards represent the absolute best Hamptonshire has to offer. Should any delegate be threatened in any way, the Omega Guards will immediately and permanently end that threat.


Field General Issac Astor
Royal Army
Commander, Capital Defense Force

The Situation Room, Defense Building, Presidential Building Complex

The National Security Advisor put the A-SAT on the projection screen as they saw Pacitalian naval vessels on an intercepting course for the Hiroshikan blockade. The President looked at the details and thought and looked over at the Chief of the Navy, Admiral Jake Barber.

"Admiral. Do we have any naval presence in the Pacific Ocean right now currently serving in Pacitalian waters?" The President asked as he looked down the table.

Admiral Barber nodded his head, "We have twenty ships stationed at Pacitalian Naval Forces Base Saturno on Mastomuto Island."

"Deploy them all to assist the Pacitalian Naval Forces immediately."

"Yes, Mister President."

"Do we have any other taskforces or fleets within the area that can go around behind the blockade?"

"Not at this moment of time, Mister President."

"Alright..."

The President looked over to Edwards, "I need you to get me a hold of Prime Minister Ell, immediately. Hopefully he hasn't left for the conference at Obsidia."

"It looks like peace is not an option," an aide to Sarzo said.

"Well, obviously."

"Should we resort to Plan B?"

"Not yet."

"Then what do we do, sir?"

Sarzo turned to Lew.

"This is where you come in. We need you to provide people who can speak your native language for our electronics warfare planes. Their job will be to communicate with the people under the control of the communists. Tell them that Fujimoto only wants war and she does not want peace. Tell them that we're only out to ensure peace for her people. We're not out for territory, but she's the one who's forcing us to war."

Sarzo then pulled out his Blackberry.

"Let's rock," he typed. At that moment, tungsten rods launched from their satellite locations and screamed toward their targets at 30 times the speed of sound.

*************************************

Meanwhile, the SSN convoy started picking up enemy submarine launches on the standard anti-submarine picket.

"They're trying what?"

"They're trying to launch a submarine attack and break the blockade."

"Nice try. Let's remind them they're being foolish."

"Aye, sir."

At that moment, the Sarzonian navy launched anti-submarine weapons and the subs prepared their anti-surface weaponry. Meanwhile, the weapons the Sarzonian fleet had assembled in the event of a hot war were ready to go. Sarzo glared at the nearest military officer as he pushed the button and the weapons launched toward their targets.

The electronics warfare fleets began their ascents and flight patterns toward enemy territory with Free Xenians providing the verbal encouragement for the Communist sympathisers to change their lot in favour of the anti-Communists.

Sarzo scowled as the battle plans began to get started. Sarzo wanted to avoid war, but it looked like that just wasn't possible.

OTH Radar Array, Air Command Station Danneston, Danneston Islands
0540, Omzian Local Time, 33nm South of Johnson

The massive radar arrays lined up the entire field that made up the small cluster of islands, seemingly in the middle of the ocean, only to be accompanied by a small garrison contigent that appeared not too far away. Like neat rows of seeds planted on a farm field, these huge instruments of detection lined up uniformly across almost the entire length of the island, showering the sky with energy and signs of radio activity. Yet, like all similar stations and clusters of arrays tht lines up both the northern and southern coasts, they were uniformly linked to command centers deep within the homeland, with only a small monitoring station that consisted of a concrete building not so far away.

For Army Sergeant Kellie Hares, one of the enlisted personnel manning the station, the responsibility was on her head to monitor one of the main consoles that displayed the data gathered by the seemingly horrendously-large radar arrays outside, each represented on the massive LCD screen as individual, coloured icons. Despite the emptiness, it was still her job - among the small team of enlisted men and a few officers alike - to ensure that whatever movement on the screen was to be reported to the central command centers at once. Yet, as the light of sunrise peentrated through the metal linings of a vent into the room like a small rat, a series of icons suddenly began to appear and take presence on Kellie's screen, the colours indicating unknown identity. However, what attracted her attention was the sheer number of contacts that made up the icons, as the computer indicated the number of contacts to be in the hundreds.

"Lieutenant Kalmers," she said with a worried expression. "You might want to come here. I've got contacts of over a hundred targets on bearings of approximately 220 to 230, designated as Radon One. Recommending reporting to central air defence headquarters at Port Hagras."

The lieutenant, a younger man named Kalmers, gave a concerned look as a sensation of worry swept through his body like a storm. He had heard the continuous reports streaming from the mainland in regards to turmoil in Hiroshiko from the Omzian Forces News, and was instructed to heighten the station's state of alert, but it was almost unthinkable that something sounds so suspicious would happen within days and weeks. With a fast pace, he headed towards the console, reciting his training and his one-year experience as an air defence officer. Within a matter of seconds upon visual contact with the screen, his eyes narrowed into a state of fear, as lines of numbers were displayed showing the mights of the radar contact. Indeed, it was almost unthinkable to him that numbers would scare him. But this was the obvious exception, and he felt a urge to contact the headquarters immediately at once.

However, as he turned his back towards the communications console and tried to make up an order, he was instantly interrupted by the Specialist manning the communications console, with a rather distressing report. "Command headquarters has advised us to heighten our state of alert, as it has already been reported that radar and passive radio emission contacts has been made with a large formation of aircraft heading towards the direction of the mainland from the southwest orientation. With enough evidence and contacts they could classify the contact as intruders. Requesting permission to report contacts, and also requesting permission to suggest the manning of air defences at the station."

There is no turning back for the lieutenant. "Permissions granted," he replied with a sense of urgency and distress. "Sergeant, inform the garrison to anticipate a possible air attack."

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Konares Air Base
0612, Omzian Local Time, 12km East of Korsan

Sirens, klaxons, bells, and other instruments of sound blared with great audacity as massive speakers pronounced the word of Scramble to the airmen and pilots below. It was barely sunrise, and a sense of darnkess still reigned across the airbase, only to be broken with the newfound rays of the sun, the dim images of the stars, and the massive collection of lights that lightened up the base. On the ground, men and women alike moved with great motion as they ran for their aircraft, as airmen gathered to fuel the aircraft, assemble the weapons, and check the various sub-systems of each aircraft in this time of fear and danger. Scramble, scramble, this is not a drill, the anonymous voice of the speaker blared in a neutral tone.

For Aviation Lieutenant 2nd Grade Jonares belonging to the 5223rd Interceptor Squadron, this event was probably the first scramble that he could classify as a wartime scramble. He had no time to think about the family that he left behind on the base, nor does he have the time to enjoy the beauty of the massive F-125 Rapier interceptor aircraft and the men who were working on the aircraft diligently. Following standard procedures almost like a breathing robot bearing muscular fibres, a thought of apprehension still dominated his mind, uncertain of what he might face.

As his boots made their own rhythmic taps on the massive tarmac, he could already hear the daring roar of the jet engines, as aircraft already began to take off from the runways of seemingly infinite lengths. Working towards his own aircraft which bore a line of numbers and the insignia of the Omzian Air Force - a small blue circle surrounded with two rings of green and red respectively - he noticed that airmen were already loading the massive Spear missiles onto the pylons of his aircraft, its nose and the antenna of the radar virtually pacing towards him like the beak of an eagle. His Radar Interception Officer, Aviation Officer Jorges, was already in the aircraft; now it's only a matter of time before he would get into the air.

Noticing a formation of six of the massive FB-101C Halberd bomber-interceptors streaking overhead like fearless beagles, followed by a formidable arrow of sixteen F/A-22C Raptor fighters, he tried to remember which squadrons and wings operated them on the other airbases north of him. There were no time for that type of thoughts, however, as he worked his way up on the ladder. So this is combat.

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OOC: A late night post here, so I might not be so descriptive or fine-tuned in terms of spelling. Brief outline of forces intercepting the bomber aircraft, which is all that the local airbase are going to muster before more are gotten into the air:

-60x Rapier interceptors, armed with 6 Spear and 4 NLRAAM missiles each; flying supersonically to spearhead the intercepting force and to fully identify the intruding aircraft
-48x Raptor fighters, armed with 6 NLRAAM missiles each; following Rapiers to stealthily approach bomber force for attacks from different aspects;
-6x Halberd bomber-based anti-air platforms, armed with 36 Spear missiles each; they are not expected to actually make a lot of kills with their missiles, but are intended to approach the bombers at high speed from a long range and fire all the missiles in volleys to harass the bombers, forcing them to take evasive measures and break up their formation. Thus, they can be somewhat easily evaded at the long range, provided that your aircraft take enough measures to evade them.

Specs of my aircraft can be found in the thread linked to "Omzian Aircraft and Missiles" in my sig. Air defence in Hongazgrad will consist of 12 batteries of Odin SAMs (8x launchers each battery, each w/ 2 missiles, 400km range), 6 batteries of Skymer SAMs (each w/ 4 missiles, 160km range), 6 batteries of Grendel SAMs (140km range), and a host of medium range SAMs, self-propelled AA guns, and cruise missile defence platforms for low altitude cover.
It's also likely that in the case of a second wave, nearby ships will also activate their air defence systems, with long and medium-range missiles.
/OOC

"They started it? Huh? Alright then... Give them hell...."

The Great Leader dialed another number on his cellphone. Things would soon begin to get interesting...

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On 2 Ubercarriers in the South Pacific, off of Papua New Guinea:

"SCRAMBLE! SCRAMBLE! WE GOT A RUN TO MAKE!" a voice blared over the massive intercom speakers mounted on each of the Ubercarrier's decks.

Pilots rushed towards their planes as the aircrews hurriedly tried to make some last minute repairs to the planes as the pilots leapt into the cockpits. The flight control systems on the Ubercarriers began to activate as huge elevators brought the planes up to the 3 huge runways on the decks of the carriers.

Squadron after squadron of fighters and bombers began to take off from the 2 huge ships. They were headed towards Shanghai, ready to lay down some destruction...

In midflight, the Armada Commander radioed the Sarzonian fleet.

"Cover Shanghai, make sure there aren't any naval units there."

FYI:

Ubercarrier Planes:

*1200 ASF-06 Fighters
*200 SB-05 Stealth Bombers with 120,000 pounds of firebombs and bunkerbusters in them each.
*50 G80s, 10 of the Paveway air to to air variant, and the others loaded with 735 tons (ooc: it's a huge fucking plane) of bombs each.
*100 JASF-05 Jammer Eagle Drone Fighters with ultrapowerful radar jamming and limited LIDAR scrambling abilities.

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Outside of Hiroshiko:

The SSGNs found the nearest portside city.... This was going to be fun... From over 800 miles offshore, the SSGNs launched 30 high altitude, SCRAMjet powered RedPhoenix cruise missiles each that would fly at 80,000 ft at Mach 7 before diving down on their hapless targets. Each missile was loaded with over 6000 kg of Octonitrocubane and Tetranitromethane. When they hit, they would start huge, uncontrollable fires that no fire department could put out in time....

ooc: *bump*
Sarz, online please.

20km off Mastomuto Island

The Hiroshikan convoy had stopped about two hundred meters from the edge of Pacitalian territorial waters. Facing them, almost glaring at them, was the enormous Pacitalian response. For a few moments, there was nothing but the waves of the Pacific rocking the boats like mothers singing lullabies to their babies in the cradle. Suddenly, the lead Pacitalian craft, the frigate RPN Auralinia blared in its speakers and on the radio frequency being listened to on all the enemy ships.

"This is the Pacitalian Naval Force and Coast Guard! You are on the border with Pacitalian territorial waters! If you try to move forward into said waters, your craft will be subsequently destroyed by the ships you see facing you, and those defences on the coast. Stand down, immediately! Stand down!"

"C'estate la Forza Marina di Pacitalia e la Guarda di Costa! Sero in la frontera con lema acquamu territora Pacitaliana! Si tu atempa a muova progresati forma lema acquamu dicerai, tira navemu seà subsecuera deconstrema pora lema navemu Pacitaliana vera contrati, e lema defenzamu in la costa Pacifica. Secanterote, imediato! Secanterote!"

They repeated the message in English once more, and then in Japanese.

"You have one hour to move your fleet back fifteen kilometres. If you do not comply, we will be forced to engage you."

"Tema una hora a muovate navemu parsa cinquedice kilometrimu. Si tu no aca complifo, soei seà forzanti a peletote."

Prime Ministerial Residence

Air Force Chief of Staff Tarando Vegastabbio was back in Ell's office. They were now on a mode that would plan a devastating surprise attack. The two men just couldn't decide which cities to attack first.

"An attack on the largest city and the capital would result in more casualties because of the effectiveness of the weapon," Vegastabbio inclined.

"This is true," Ell replied. "But they have cities that are not largest but are major manufacturing cores."

"Also true," Vegastabbio said. "However, I think the weapon being used over their capital would do the most damage."

"You're right on that one," replied Ell. "Go with it."

Vegastabbio called PAFB Parzamafo and gave the order. Immediately, 30 planes were loaded with 2kg each of Soviet-made KX nerve agent. The stuff would only be used if the peace talks failed, which seemed a more and more likely situation by the minute.

As the fleet closed in on Hiroshiko, the patrols by aircraft got more intense, and ASW helicopters circled the Sarzonian fleets, looking for signs of any enemy incursion.

"Captain, I'm getting readings. Looks like it might be a submarine. Two, more," Lt. John Algraves, piloting one of the ASW helicopters circling the fleet as it approached Hiroshikan waters.

"Can you confirm," Captain Jim Darden of the ISS Isselmere asked. He was the commander of the ship only when Fleet Admiral Ben Newman was away, so he was sitting at the tactical display.

"Not yet, but active sonar seems to indicate it's a submarine. We're running the signals through all known signatures. Seems to be a near match."

"Sound general quarters," Darden responded. The lights on the Isselmere soon changed from their normal white to a blood red that signalled the ship and the rest of the fleet was girding for war. The McDonough-class ASW frigates and the Holland-class Trimaran ASW destroyers turned on their detection equipment and geared up their weapons.

"Sir, they're reporting they're ready to,"

"Incoming torpedoes!"

"Launch countermeasures!"

"Already launched."

"Evasive maneuvers."

"Aye, sir."

The ships launched decoys to lure the enemy torpedoes off track and they did their jobs for the most part. However, one Holland class destroyer wasn't lucky and a torpedo found its target.

"Damage report!"

"Sir, she's taking on water!"

"Start pumping!"

The destroyer limped from the impact, but the other ships in the fleet quickly readied their anti-submarine weapons and a flurry of torpedoes and anti-submarine missiles.

"All units are reporting ready."

"Fire!"

The fleet's massive arsenal launched in a flurry of torpedoes and missiles toward the submarines that were sent to attack the fleet. The ISN wasn't going to let Hiroshiko get away that easily.

OOC: Not intending to do a lot of posts to overwhelm Hiroshiko, but this is just a small folllow-up to the previous post, detailing the attacks by the Omzian aircraft, in addition to preparation being done in the cities. I apologize if this is too much, and will retract it until further notice upon request. /OOC

Skies Above the Ocean
0621, About 200km South of Korsan

The rather giant flight of interceptors continued in elegant formations, as they pierced the thin air above the layers of clouds below them, the sun casting blinding rays into their cockpits in this time of sunrise. Hints of blue appeared below their aircraft as landmass was nowhere to be seen, perhaps except a few small islands that dotted the sea randomly. As arranged, the giant Halberd interceptors led the formation, with their light blue shades on their body as a camouflage, as pilots inside gathered to receive the latest vectors from ground-based control stations. Being a single flight of six that formed a rather blunt arrow shape, the giant rotary launchers holding the missiles hid in the roomy weapons bays, as their radar casted waves of radio waves into the sky with stealthy precision. Their mission was simple, as they prepared to make a high speed, Mach-two-point-six dash towards the enemy bombers and unleash their share of missiles. Though without much precision in their firing solutions, the missiles were deemed enough to at the very least, force the bombers to tear off from their formation to evade, thus disrupting the intruders' seemingly unknown plans.

The aircraft following were the Rapier interceptors and the Raptor fighters, though the latter wasn't entirely intended to perform such mission. the Rapiers, as they teared through the sky with growing booms in smaller flights of six, receiving vectors from ground control stations. Each missile were hung under their hardpoints and in the weapons bays like great arrows and spears, as the interceptors took advantage of their infared and laser-based search systems, receiving the information regarding the possible presence of stealthy aircraft. The multirole Raptors followed behind in their stealthy configuration, as they maintained their track of the enemy aircraft with their ELPI radars, intended to stealthily attack the B-1 bombers once the attack begins, and engage any cruise missilesl launche by the enemy aircraft if necessary.

And then soon enough, the stopwatches on the pilots' wrists stopped for a short moment, signaling that the time has come. Each working on keyboards and control sticks, the crew of the six Halberd bombers unleashed their storm of missiles, as one by one were dropped into the emptiness of the sky, their rocket motors soon igniting with great energy as each missile roared towards their targets. The crews knew that the firing solutions weren't near perfect, and nor were they in the best position and aspect to attack the intruders. For those crew members who cared and had the quick-thinking attributes, they calculated that about two-hundred-and-sixteen missiles were expended. It seemed like a waste of money to some of them, but they also knew that it was their job to force the intruder to disperse their aircraft in evasive maneuvers, thus disrupting whatever plan they might have.

As the Halberds began to tear from their formation and kick their speed to head to an airbase based further inland from Korsan, the Rapiers made their next move against the intruders. Though still unidentified in terms of nationality, they did not spare any regret or hesitation to stop the intruders from violating the sovereignity of the Omzian nation and its airspace. As they calculated their final firing solutions and made sure that the coordination would go as planned, each of them launched a total of two Spear missiles as arranged, each guided by active radar. As the strong arms began to extend from the weapons bays, each holding two missiles that were to be launched, others felt a kicking sensation as the missiles began to activate their rocket motors. However unlike the crews of the Halberd, they were to continue along their course, with little room for turning back or cowardice, especially in the face of the homeland.

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Novansk City
0648

The huge city of Korsan was the home of more than 120 million Omzians and non-citizens alike, as a wide array of skyscrapers pierced the clouds and the deep blue sea of the sky. The city was still brightened up with seemingly countless numbers of lights, despite the sunrise that caught the attention of many living in the cities. Below on the streets, buses and trains swept along their course rapidly and efficently, with only a few cars and other small automobile on the streets. Below the ground, meters deep, subway trains were already accepting loads of passengers, many going to work as usual.

However, the routine was all but disrupted by a series of announcements on radios, television, and even the television screens on buses and the ceilings of subway stations, beginning a mere two minutes later. The information announced caught many in disbelief and fear, while for others, it provided them with concern about their possessions and the home and family that they had left behind. As the announcements continued, policemen and militamen began to emerge out of nowhere as lines upon lines of trucks and vans were lined up on the roads. Not far on the sidewalks, people - some frantic, some panicking, but many proceeding orderly - began to flow into the subterrain shelters of the subway stations and large parking lots, guided by the motion of the policemen and militiamen, the latter wielding rifles and full sets of radios. The presence of tall skyscrapers were seemingly ignored as though they had never existed, as more policemen and other government personnel scrambled to evacuate the city's residents and workers to safety upon the sounding of the alarm.

Just outside of the city center, things were equally urgent, though not as frantic and disorderly. Under the virtual cover of the ignorance of the city residents, Army air defence systems began to deploy themselves in large fields and other empty spots, often in the middle of suburb housing developments and communities, as the tips of missiles faced up with great courage. Even the militia joined the rather amusing mix, with their own 35mm, 57mm, and even 88mm anti-air guns, though even the commander themselves did not expect much effectiveness from them other than causing worry for the intruding bombers. A series of vehicles sporting arrays of antennas and domes were also lined up, seemingly to represent ELINT (ELectronic INTelligence) systems and even GPS signal jammers. Elsewhere, special vehicles, helicopters, and other aircraft moved to dispense a temporary layer of blinding and depressing black smoke, in hopes of visually concealing the city from the intruders, though obviously with little effect. To further add to the chaos, kilometers upon kilometers away sailors began to scramble onto their respective ships, as commanders and dock workers alike struggled to get the ships evacuated from harbour as soon as possible.

Unlike what many believed or perceived, this would also occur in other large cities, namely in Johnson, Novansk, and even - shockingly - Hongazgrad.

OOC: Summary of preparations and attacks (note that currently your aircraft are being referred to intruders, as we are still not aware of the actual nationality of your aircraft for the current time being) -
Air attack:
Halberds fires 216x Spear long-range missiles, radar guided, towards formation of B-1 bombers in hopes of forcing them to take evasive countermeasures at their maximum speed, from a direction that is perpendicular to the course of the bombers.
Rapiers fires 120x Spear long-range missiles, radar guided, towards formation of B-1 bombers from the frontal aspect of the bombers. They are also aware of the possible presence of stealth aircraft along with the B-1s (from information gathered from radar posts and passive ELINT stations), and will use their infrared and laser-based sensors at closer ranges to /fully/ detect and track them.
/OOC

OOC: Wow, you guys did overwhelm me with posts, lol. But hey, I can manage :) Anyway...

IC: "Squad leader to command, can you copy, repeat, can you copy?"

"Yes, I copy...the bombing starts now! Move it people, move it!!!"

The pilots of the first massive wave to hit the city of Hongazgrad was nearing the desination. The blue coastline of Omz can be seen from the horizon... it would not be long until destruction strikes the Omzian homeland. As the airplanes flew closer, they saw the Hongazradian skyline. It looked very busy and populated...it seemed that today was a work day. The early morning lights had not yet been turned off; dawn has not fully reached Omz yet. The pilots, at 35,000 ft decended rapidly into the city. The time was now 7:07 AM, just a few minutes from the approximation time.

"Everybody, get into your positions, its time!"

The massive formation of airplanes decended rapidly into the city, almost to 5,000 ft. SAMs were clearly set up as to prevent an attack. Also, upon entering the Omzian city's airspace, a large counterattack was well on its way. Hiroshikan pilots saw the opposition...but did not back out. It was the time, it was either now or never. The two massives formations hit each other like stones. Almost instantly several Hiroshikan B-1 bombers ignited into flames and exploded due to the heavy firepower of Omzian aircraft. What was even worse was the SAMs...firing anti-aircraft missles at Hiroshikan airplanes. A total of 8 planes was lost during the first seven minutes of the battle.

The worst thing that happened in actuality, was the scrambling of the GPS system...pilots had no idea where to split. Fortunately, they carried stored maps...Looking at paper maps took a hit in efficiency but still made the Kize offensive possible. After the course was reestablished, Hiroshikan bombers began air-raiding the city...

OOC: Well, interesting post, though I would appreciate it if you did take into account that I had over 100 aircraft chasing you and already had fired a few hundred missiles (some to force your aircraft to disperse), and I would appreciate it if I describe the losses (small things, I'll let them pass). /OOC

Hamptonshire City glistened in the beautiful morning with its massive skyline in the center. The city was huge, by far one of the largest cities Hihachi has seen. The streets were busy and the western influence and architecture was obvious. The large 747 landed somewhat softly at the international airport. Hihachi stepped out and shielded his eyes from the morning sun. He looked carefully at his watch...it was 7:15 AM...

"Chancellor Hihachi, Chancellor Hihachi...the Maglev Train awaits you...however, before you board...you must read the protocols. If you don't follow them...then you won't able to get into Obsidia." ,says his trusted Senior Officer, Makiji Samejima.

"Hmm...state the protocols for me, Samejima." ,says Hihachi, suspiciously.

"Yes...alright. The first one states that no armed personnel should accompany you..."

"Are they serious!? What if something were to go wrong...I knew it! This was a trap!"

"Sir, there is no turning back. We have to speak before the world why we did this...plus...if you do turn back, it will mean you've rejected the peace proposal."

"Don't you think they know we won't accept, Samejima?" ,replies Hihachi. "I'm guessing they've caught up with us."

"Probably not...now let me finish the procedures."

Samejima continued to read the procedures as he got into his escorted vehicle. The Maglev Station was quite near...but as Hihachi got out of the vehicle, he was insulted and frowned upon my the Hamptonshire citizens.

The Chancellor, having been used to unpopularity, simply ignored the protests and continued on his way. The Maglev Train to Obsidia awaited his arrival. He boarded onto the train...without his security or weapons. He brought along his trusted senior official, Samejima and the HMIA head official, Takugawa. There was also a young female translator in accompany with them. All four boarded the Maglev bound for Obsidia.

OOC: Well, interesting post, though I would appreciate it if you did take into account that I had over 100 aircraft chasing you and already had fired a few hundred missiles (some to force your aircraft to disperse), and I would appreciate it if I describe the losses (small things, I'll let them pass). /OOC

Oh right...sorry! XD My bad again...let me change it.

ooc: my missile barrage?

ooc: my missile barrage?

Yeah, I know. Realize that I have other posts to get to...so just hold out for a while, don't worry I'll get to yours.

<OOC>
Key-riced! My ISP goes down for a couple of days and a bunch of my allies get involved in a war.
</OOC>

The Warlord saw his Fleet Marshall carrying a stack of External Security reports walk through the door to his office and snarled, "Marshall, that better not be what I think it is."

Fleet Marshall Marika King ignored his fierce scowl and saluted. "With all due respect, sir, I suggest you open your latest SSIN file."

The Warlord grunted irritably and waved the Marshall to a seat before turning to activate the main SSIN display. After reading the text, he cursed venomously. "Marshall, I am bitterly regretting the day I promoted you."

Burying a grin, Marshall King said nothing.

"Three days? They went from exchanging insults to an attack on one of our allies in three days?" The Warlord sat behind his desk and waved a forefinger at the Marshall. "When I flew off to that meeting in Old Tersanctus, I expected you to keep me appraised of developing situations. How in the Hell did this get so far out of control so quickly?"

Marika King nodded. "Sir, it was a fairly minor spat involving name-calling, at first. When things started to get out of control, you were already in the air on your way back ... and my reports were apparently not considered high enough priority to transmit to your aircraft."

A poisonous look appeared in the Warlord's eyes, but was quickly masked. "Once we get this mess under control, I want you to deal with that particular problem, Marshall. For now, tell me what you've done so far."

King activated her hand-held unit and brought up a new display. "No one in the UWP saw fit to clue us in on what was happening, but I took the liberty of getting our forces ready to support Pacitalia, Sarzonia, and Omz222." She highlighted two columns of text on the display. "The entire 6th Army is ready to embark, and I have the 412th, 51st, and 90th Airmobile Divisions already at their airfields on alert. The 14th Air Superiority Group is ready to fly to Pacitalia on 30 minutes' notice. I've reserved the 16th Air Force for Sarzonia or Omz222- whichever one needs 'em most. Space Command is also on high alert."

She highlighted a new column. "For the Navy, everything that will sail is at sea. I've added the 9th Fleet to the Home Guard, but the rest of the Navy is underway." Tapping a few keys, the Marshall changed the display to a map of the Pacific. "Task Force Highball includes the 11th Fleet, the 96th Maritime Support Group, the 4th and 15th Interdiction Squadrons, and the 1st Strike Force. Highball is holding at Phase Line Mamba."

A new unit designator flashed on the screen. "Task Force Umber is the 3rd and 6th Fleets; the 19th, 4th, and 21st Maritime Support Groups; the 12th, 27th, and 8th Interdiction Squadrons; and the 4th and 10th Strike Forces. Umber is holding at Point Wahoo."

Another unit lit up on the display. "This is Task Force Wallace. The 5th and 14th Fleets; the 42nd, 6th, 15th, and 2nd Maritime Support Groups; the 3rd, 16th, 30th, and 21st Interdiction Squadrons; and the 5th, 41st, and 13th Strike Forces. They're holding at Phase Line Jericho."

The Warlord sat silent through Marshall King's presentation. When she'd finished, he grunted. "So far, so good. How long have we been off TRINITY TWO?"

"About a month."

Shaking his head, the Warlord sighed heavily. "No help for it. On my authority, go to TRINITY TWO. I'll get messages off to our allies before reporting to His Omniferocity. Get moving, Marshall."


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OOC: This is kind of sad...and graphic...so yeah.

IC: Back at the homefront...

The portside city of Ryusen, named after the great progressive leader, was relatively quiet. Besides a small airbase, there was no other significant military structures to be had there. The city, with a population of 546,000, was a major fishing hub of the southeast side of the nation. Fishing boats, loaded with mackarel and sea bass, rocked motionless in the waters. Markets were busy as all sorts of goods were being sold. Some were cheap while others were luxurious and expensive. The city did not have very modern towers like Kyoshiro...instead, the skyline was filled with traditional temples and historical pagodas. Toriis were quite abundant; the red-painted gates welcomed shrine goers. The biggest Torii was the Ryusen Gate, located in the coastal waters.

Along the countryside, adjacent to the historical city, were rice paddies and farms. Men in ricehats could be seen, picking the national crop, rice.

The Ryukun Prefecture:
The Ryukun Prefecture is one of seven districts in the city of Ryusen. It is one of the largest residential areas of the city. In its streets, several young children were playing snake-eyes, a traditional gambling game quite common in Asia. A young 9 year old girl, named Nanako, was riding her bike. She looked up at the sky, several 'shiny' objects were seen, getting bigger at every second.

She hollered at the boys and she said in Hiroshikan, "Hiriyoni Karizashi!" (Look, shooting stars!)

The boys looked up at the sky. They seemed motionless...and at that, they ignored it.

She yelled again, innocently..."Hiriyoni Karizashi, Hiriyoni Karizashi, Oni, kazenimase shin no torugaze!" (Shooting stars, shooting stars, see, my wish has come true! Daddy will come home!)

Then, suddenly...the terror alarm sounded. The boys and Nanako knew what it meant...it was an air-raid. They all ran towards any sort of shelter, fearing the attack. All was silent...and suddenly explosion rocked the city.

Three RedPhoenix cruise missiles immediately hit the Ryukun district, exploding and igniting several buildings. People can be seen running out of the buildings, burning...

Nanako closed her eyes as they were burning to death.

Then another missile struck a building, this time exploding with such force that it shook the streets violently. People can be heard screaming. There was no protection. Most of the buildings were made of wood; thus the fire, which seemed almost impossible to put out, spread rapidly. Nanako had to move, the building she was in was catching on fire...the boys, along with her, ran as fast as possible towards the only concrete building in the area, the local hospital.

Inside the hospital, people were being treated...their burns seemed too much for them. Many died on the bed. Poor Nanako had to close her eyes. It was too graphic for her...

The air base was completely destroyed as the fire consumed the area. The missiles hit several ancient temples and countless residential areas. The downtown was obliverated as fires ate anything in their path.

The Ryusen Gate seemed ominous as the city in the distance was burning.

OOC: Omz222, I have changed the air raid event...so please read it again! =p
And...MassPwnage, I have just responded to your missile raid, enjoy!

OOC: Hamptonshire City is a government town much like RL Washington, D.C. It has a population of only 900,000. Obsidia is much smaller in population @ 50,000. However, both Obsidia and Hamptonshire City cover an area the size of New York City.

IC:

"This is Maglev Station Baker to RA Transport Three, you are cleared to leave."

Without so much as a sound the maglev train sprang out of the station and began the sixty mile journey to Obsidia. As the train sped to Obsidia Royal Air Force fighters flew overhead and Royal Marine attack helicopters doubled their patrols of the Maglev lines.

The cabin was perfectly quite for the eighteen minute ride into Obsidia's main train station near the heart of the city. The cabin doors openned and the cold crisp mountain air of Obsidia rushed into the train. Outside, assembled on the main platform, were a thousand Royal Marines if full ceremonial battle dress. Their swords and silver adornments glistened in the midday sun.

Before the Chancellor could stand, the sound of a thousand marines coming to full attention and shouldering their arms cracked through the station.

A strong male voice echoed through the station, "Chancellor Hihachi," the voice paused, "welcome to Obsidia. Please follow me and I'll take you to White Palace."

Foreign Minister Ziller waited for the Chancellor to respond and come out into the light.

OOC: A bit on the rush, so apologies for the rather short post. Keep in mind that though the Rapiers did fire some 100 missiles with reasonable firing solutions about 100-200km out, the most accurate attacks on your bombers will be the one outlined below, and more fighters are already scrambled. /OOC

Omzian Tonobran News, Morning News
0708, Kanze

The news anchors, a beautifully-dressed woman in her mid-thirties and a elegantly-suited man only slightly younger, professionally looked into the cameras only a distance in front of them, as they prepared the news broadcast routine which had been so familiar to them for the past few years. "Welcome to Tonobran Cable News, this is Nina Hovern and Banard Gagarin, here to present you the Morning News," the woman professionally announed with a natural smile. "The district court of -", the man begin, before he was quickly being cut off by the delivery of a small set of documents by an anonymous hand that sneaked from the bottom-left corner of the TV screen.

The man was both awestruck and frightened, as he read both the paper and the screen in front of him besides the camera, instructing him of what to say. Recovering from his shock, he announced.

"This is breaking news from Omzian Tonobran News," he announced as a live footage of Hongazgrad appeared, with the sounds of bombers and the apparant sight of explosions on streets, as people were filmed to be desparately scrambling for their lives, before a loud explosion suddenly rocked the whole camera. "Our reporters and sources from the government and the military has informed us that a large group of bomber airplanes has entered airspace of the Omzian city of Hongazgrad, and has seemingly began a bombing operation against the business district of the city," he said in a rather cool fashion, trying to conceal his shock and fear. "Our correspondants has reported that loud explosions were heard from streets, subway stations, office towers, and apartment buildings across the city. There is little information known about this for the current time being, but officials from the Omzian Interior Ministry has hinted that the aircraft belongs to forces from the nation of Hiroshiko..."

As he continued to speak, and as signals of the broadcast were streamed by satellite and cable across Omz and around the world, people simply watched in total horror and disbelief. To many, it was too great of a shock.

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Hongazgrad City Center

Reporter Jonas Turner quickly set up his live camera on the roof of a five-story building as the rings of the siren pierced through the thick air on the streets, as people scrambled for their lives in the face of the fleet of enemy bombers, which descended onto the terrified population on the streets as ruthless ravens. His aides and comrades were urging Turner to turn back and evacuate into a nearby subway station, but Turner resisted rather stubbornly against their proposal. As a reporter for one of the largest cable and satellite networks of the Omzian nation - Tonobran News - he simply could not afford to abandon the chance, even though he knew the grave dangers that can threaten him. "Are we just going to be lunatics sitting here while they are going to pound us into smitheerens!?", his coworker - a cameraman - implied rather angrily with fear, as loud booms began to sweep over his head.

Turner raised his head, already seeing the silhouettes made by the terrifying bombers, as cars and buses continued to scrable for safety as they drove through the crowds. "Here it comes," he said coldly. "Make your final prayers," he said, closing his eyes with uncertainity.

And it then finally struck. With a series of great explosions, thr ground shook as if the Gods of the Universe themselves had struck Hongazgrad with a mighty fist. As bombs and missiles rained towards the helpless people on the streets and in the great towers, Turner thought that he heard a desperate scream from the crowds of people, before one bomb impacted directly onto the entrance of the Tonabrene Subway Station just kilometers away, the concussion crushing the flesh of many as the building itself roared into an inferno of flames. Turner watched with horror, as the footages were streamed live from the city to Omzian citizens across the nation. "This is one hell of a-", he said, awestruck by the immersity and audacity of the attacks...

...before he was quickly interrupted by the roar of missiles, crushing into the Gonares tower, a three-hundred story building that dominated the center of Hongazgrad. The cries of helpless civilians could almost be heard by the television viewers themselves hundreds of kilometers away, as an astonishing mix of fume, smoke, and fire began to ravage through the whole building, tearing down its structural integrity as hopeless office workers dived from the windows, only to be crushed by the might of the concussion of the bombs detonating below them. "Oh my goodness!", Turner cried into the microphone. "The tower is burning!"

And indeed. However, it was not merely the tower that began to burn, but many other places as well. Numbers upon numbers of subway stations, crammed with people seeking refuge in this makeshift air raid shelter, were reduced to dust as lifeless bodies scattered around the entrances, killed by nothing but the sheer concussion of the deafening blasts. A few miles away, residental districts were smashed by the countless numbers of bombs and missiles as huge apartment buildings were torn with holes, as the lives of children and teenagers were reduced to mere dust nearby in schools and community centres.

"A city of one hundred million," he said in disbelief. "How many casulties could there be?"

At least a hundred thousand, an anonymous voice cracked into Turner's brain. The streets now became an ocean of dead bodies. However, it would be weeks or even months after the bombing in which the true casulty figures would be obtained, which spanned around 130,000 people. After a short pause, as the bombers began to make their leave, Turner said into his microphone as fire cracked around the business districts, one-fifth already reduced to ruins and dust. "The bastards at Hiroshiko will pay for this dearly, my Omzian brothers and sisters. The Hikos will pay for them dearly with every inch of their flesh, I want to guarentee you that."

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Skies Near Hongazgrad
0708, About 60km From Hongazgrad

The Omzian aircraft and interceptors continued their course and chase, tagging along the rear of the intruders, whom are now identified as Hiroshikans by the Omzian Office of Intelligence and Strategic Affairs. Inside one of the interceptors, Aviation Lieutenant Jonares felt a sudden jolt as air passed both sides of his wings. He did not know what had happened to the two multimillion dollar missiles that he had expended earlier; yet, he noticed the presence of a great landmass just outside of his cockpit, a ship passing below him as smoke rose from the city. Hongazgrad, he thought with a fist of anger. The intruders are bombing Hongazgrad, he yelled, apparantly ignoring the presence of the radio.

"Skyfox Four, is there any problem?", another inquired as an anonymous voice boomed, seemingly from the ground control station, now kilometers upon kilometers away. "Badger and skyfox flight, you are authorized to engage at will, weapons release green" a message soon followed, intended for both the pilots operating the Raptor fighters and the Rapier interceptors.

"Aviation Officer, we have permission to engage," Jonares announced over the aircraft intercom briskly, with an urge of retailation. "Requesting targeting information to be fed to missiles."

"Copy," the RIO, Jorges, announced as he made a series of taps on the touchscreen in his cockpit. "Missile away, fox three one, fox three two," he announced, signaling the launch of a pair of NLRAAM missiles from the aircraft. Jonares felt a push as each missile fell from their respective pylons, engaging their rocket motors.

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For the Raptors, thing went according to the routine as they stealthily approached the bombers, their IRST sights and radars already having locked onto the targets, as the integrated fire control systems generated different firing solutions for different targets. As the cloud layers continued to pass below them, the pilots could clearly notice the gradual dispersion of the clouds, followed by the appearance of what it seemed like a giant landmass. However, there were no time to lose, and after each pilot worked their way to make final preparations, the emptiness of the radio frequencies were now suddenly filled with the announcements of missile launches, as each platform unleashed a total of four missiles against the enemy aircraft.

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Novansk North Air Base
Novansk Defences
0715, About 20km from Novansk

The sirens blasted across the massive airbase in the face of the sun's rays, as men scrambled across the fields like little ants, some tagging along with their clipboards while others struggled to handle the racks of missiles and tanks of fuel. This time however, the men knew well of what was happening, as they faced the horrors displayed on the television screen, shortly before they all were fully awaken by the deafening sounds of the klaxons and bells. Now it was a matter of time, as aircraft upon aircraft lined across the taxiway, showered by a series of roars that seemingly had originated from a formation of eight Rapier interceptors above, coming from the direction of the bases further north.

Squadron Commander Hogan quickly dashed towards the aircraft, having no time for anything other than a short briefing before he and his men made their way towards the aircraft lining up on the giant tarmac of the base. He already noticed that several cargo aircraft has been evacuated, his ears already deafened by the majestic roars of the Rapiers, and his sense of smell saturated with the disgusting scent of jet fuel. However, being a man of experience, he had no time to loose as he quickly got into his seating position as a pilot. It would only be a fraction of a rather long time, before a full wing of Rapiers and two full squadrons of Raptors were launched for support, with further support of around the same size from Vansare.

As his aircraft soon moved slowly across the taxiway and took position on the runway, Hogan looked outside with desparation, and with disbelief. As he noticed men scrambling to anti-aircraft guns and control posts of air defence batteries, he thought about the news that he had just heard. I thought our airspace was supposed to be impossible to penetrate, he shook his head. F%&#heads.

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Hongazgrad City Defences
0711, About 50km from City Center

The atmosphere seemed unusually tight, and now, it is hotter than ever. The sounds of explosions could already be heard by the crewmen inside the control centres of air defence batteries, as their hearts rattled uneasily with the violent shakings of the ground. Outside, the drivers of the misile launchers were equally worried about the prospect of an attack against themselves, as militamen watched diligently on the rather unconfomfortable seats of their anti-aircraft guns. ELINT sensors had already picked up countless streams of traffic, as the GPS jammers continued to broadcast their jamming signals, aiming to degrade the precision of GPS-guided munitions in case if they were going to engage tactical targets.

For Sergeant Yokans, a continuous stream of icons flew into the vicinity of his screen, each marked by lines of numbers and letters, as they slowly moved across the screen with each sweep. He could already hear the explosions and the crushing booms of the intruders, yet he continued to focus his concentration on generating a targeting solution for the Odin missiles that were located only a mere tens of meters away from his command post. As he patiently manipulated around the settings and the parameters of the missiles and the tracking of the targets, he heard a yell not too far from him. "Weapons free, I say weapons free."

"Copy," he said. "Transferring targeting information for Raid Five."

Just outside of him, a few minutes later, the ground once again shook with great vibrance. Only this time, it was the missile launches from Yokan's own battery. As missiles of a seemingly infinite number took off from his launchers and others, he sighed with both relief and anger. He could almost feel the heat from the rocket motors of the massive missiles, but he could also feel the heat from his anger at the intruders and the Hiroshikans. How dare these bastards invade our homeland, he thought with no concern for the safety of his own life. The nation soon enough will eradicate them all. Outside, despite the brightness of the sky itself, each missile raced towards its own targets, seeking vegenance as onlookers traced them by the brilliant screams of the rocket motors.

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OOC: Summary -
Losses in Cities: Around 130,000 killed; many more injured; 2% of the residental districts totally destroyed with 21% of the business district; numbers will grow.

Aerial missile launches at bombers - 192x NLRAAMs fired at the B-1s from the Raptors at the rear aspect, aimed at all three waves of the bombers that are now separating, and are designed to achieve the element of surprise. Further, 120x NLRAAMs are also launched at the stealth bombers by the Rapiers.

Ground engagements against the bombers - 112x Odin SAMs launched against B-1s from 7 batteries, 5 batteries on standby as others reloads; 128x Skymer SAMs launched against stealth aircraft from 4 batteries, awaiting reload; 128x Grendel SAMs launched against stealth bombers by 4 batteries, awaiting reload; 192x Vespa SAMs fired from 8 batteries, 4 extra batteries on standby as others awaiting reload; short range anti-aircraft guns and shoulder-fired missiles to be launched upon contact with low-flying bombers.

Scrambles - 72x Rapier interceptors and 48x Raptor fighters from Novansk (NW of Hongazgrad), heading towards the bombers that are proceeding to the south and the west. 72x Hyper Rapiers, 48x Rapiers, and 48x Raptors from areas near Vansare, proceeding to intercept the flight that is proceeding towards Osaria.

Defences in Novansk and Vansare (which will block the ways of all three of your flights) -
Novansk: 12x batteries of Odin SAMs, 6x batteries of Skymer SAMs, 6x batteries of Grendel SAMs; numerous medium-to-short range missiles and gun batteries providing low altitude cover against missiles and low-flying aircraft
Vansare: 3x batteries of High Arrow SAMs in bunkers (72x missiles in total), 12x batteries of Odin SAMs, 6x batteries of Skymer SAMs, 6x batteries of Grendel SAMs, 3x batteries of Freyr passive radar SAMs; ELINT listening posts, GPS jammers, and nunmerous short range missiles and AAA are also available.

BREAKING NEWS FROM OMZIAN TONOBRAN NEWS
Frightening Attacks Shakes Hongazgrad, Believed to Have Originated from Hiroshiko; At Least 100,000 Feared Dead

Tonobran News (Hongazgrad) - Correspondents and government sources has confirmed that a series of massive explosions in Hongazgrad is the result of an attack by a massive aircraft raid, according to Army Intelligence sources. The attacks, which has gained attention from Omzian news sources, is believed to be carried out by the forces from the nation of Hiroshiko, a nation that has experienced a military coup and is on cold terms with the Omzian nation.

It at first gained attention from a series of sightings of aircraft over the skies of Hongazgrad by military sources, and an air raid alarm was carried out along the southern coast and in cities by six-thirty AM, including Hongazgrad. The first realization of the attack on Hongazgrad, however, came with a series of violent explosions that shook a number of subway terminals and office towers within the city at around seven AM, killing an unknown number of civilians undergoing evacuation to air raid shelters. A few minutes later, it was proceeded by another series of explosions, followed by a series of fires, in the residental districts of Hongazgrad, at first being seen near a one-hundred-story residental building and a secondary school compound.

As the attacks continue, it is already believed that according to government sources, more than one hundred thousand are either killed or injured by the blast, currently with around 10 precent of the business district being attacked, along with 5 precent of the residental districts.

The military refused to comment further deeper on the circumstances of the attack. We will bring further information as more is available. The President himself is also expected to be present in an emergency press conference in Osaria along with several ministers, advisors, and military leaders, and an extended air raid alarm has been carried out around the southern and capital areas of Omz.

Prime Minister Timothy Ell walked through the jetway from his plane to the main terminal in Hamptonshire City's main international airport, outside the city. He hadn't been here since the funeral of Crown Prince Louis Cessar, and he had missed the clean, friendly and prosperous nation that was one of his two strongest allies.

He reached the diplomatic centre and his security detail waved goodbye. They were to wait in Hamptonshire City until he returned from Obsidia. He switched security details, and the group of men walked briskly down the long tunnel to the Maglev train terminal, where the vehicle would take him swiftly over to the second capital, Obsidia, a city a lot smaller than his current location, but with security as tight as a pair of pants from the seventies.

He boarded the train and sat down, thinking about what the peace talks would accomplish. He got out his Blackberry and typed in, If the Hiroshikan fleet hasn't moved from its position off Mastomuto, engage and destroy. -TE. He sent it, then emailed SAFD chief of staff Costakis, "Rock and roll". On that order, two thousand SAFD men began their journey to Hiroshiko's capital for some infiltration.

He sent, via Blackberry, another email to PSAT Timiocato. Launch two Godrods at Tokyo. Immediately, two tungsten incendiary rods began their descent towards Tokyo at the comfortable speed of thirty knots. They were aimed at the downtown and Kawasaki districts, two of the most financially important areas of the enemy nation.

[ OOC: I'm just waiting for your response to my anti-blockade post, Hiroshiko. ]

ooc: Nice post Hiroshiko.

The crews of the SSGNs were cheering in their submarines, yelling wildly as the missiles hit. Spy Satellite photos documented the damage in stunning, vivid detail, down to invidual people being literally melted to the ground like plastic army men on a grill. Then, smiling and singing the Pwnage national anthem, they fired another volley of cruise missiles of the same size before turning around and heading for home, carefully escorted by the SSKNs and scout subs.

The missiles leapt up out of the ocean, they were headed rapidly towards the nearest major Hiroshikan naval base. The sailors there would treated to an unpleasant surprise when the missiles hit...

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Above the Earth:

Pwnage space stations pinpointed the exact location of Hiroshikan satellites and radioed the coordinates down to Sarzonian ground controllers. Then, the space stations unleashed a hail of missiles at the Hiroshikan satellites. Not the standard kinetic kill missiles of old, but rather, explosive ones that would detonate in proximity if a direct hit couldn't be made. Pwnage hunter killer satellites would contribute as well, firing their own missiles, as well as using their laser brooms (space debris clearing lasers) to destroy Hiroshikan satellites that got close.

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All the while, 6 Ubercarrier groups and 4 air armadas, consisting of over 2376 total ships and 4800 aircraft, began to move towards Hiroshikan waters with the intent of causing severe and total destruction of the Hiroshikan nation....

OOC: Wow. I haven't been back in a while....Pacitalia, all of Tokyo but Shinjuku is controlled by the FXF, and Akita is really the only Red-held city left in Japan.

Seriously, sorry for the interference, and any misunderstandings! I recognize I may not be clear on a lot of developments....

IC: Kize Offensive Update

"Wazenshi no kize! Hotondo no rejunuaze!" (Quick, split into the three formations!)

The bombers followed the orders...the Offensive was waning. The three split...and headed towards the directions. Little did they know of the trouble they would fly into...

Meanwhile...

At the Pacitalian borderline...

"Captain! The Pacitalian Navy has spotted our position!"

"What!? Impossible! These subs can't be seen by..."

A woman rushes in, terrified and dismayed by the new updates. She says, "Sir, not only do they have satillite capabilities...they have underwater tracking systems too..."

"Dammit! Our covert operation was just been uncovered!" ,says the Captain. "Contact the Chancellor!, NOW!"

"I'm sorry sir, he is at Obsidia now..."

"Just do IT!"

"Yes sir."

The Captain of the fleet thought critically, the Pacitalian Navy was right in front of them. "Hmm...there has to be a way..."

"Sir...?"

"What now?"

"There is a transmittion from the Pacitalian Navy...they want us to leave the borders immediately."

"AND...if we DON'T?" ,replies the Captain angrily.

"Then...they're going to attack..."

"Holy shit...we should never have fought... Tell the Pacitalian Navy...We are a blockade...and that we will not attack unless we're fired upon. Tell them we will move upon hearing from the...uh...Conference at Obsidia."

"Confirmed sir."

Foreign Affairs Ministry Compound, Osaria
0956

The whole office was filled with a sense of both disbelief and anger, as a continuous stream of reports were blared out of the flat screen TV that hung from the ceiling. Outside the networks of windows, the skies of Osaria were already dominated by the presence of Omzian fighter aircraft, and each roar gave the 21 million people of Osaria some sense of security. However, nevertheless, there was still a sense of security, only to be overridden by a fistful of anger. "Looks like that the Hikos have finally done it," Morano said while quietly cursing the Hiroshikans.

"Is that some new derogatory term for the Hiroshikans?", Moran asked, frowning at the title of a newspaper that read How Dare They Attack in the frontline. "Indeed, the nation has never experienced such casulty," Moran said with some hesitation. "And the Hiroshikans has made a wrong move in my very own opinion."

"You betcha," Graze said, sipping from a cup of hot water with force. "At the very minimum I'd expect some action taken against the Hikos," he said with the newfound term from the broadcast that they all saw in horror. "Even if they do still decide to continue the conference in Hamptonshire, I'd still expect a full declaration of war by the President tomorrow. There was already an emergency meeting by the Parliament anyways, and I heard the results came out as a 4286-6-8 from the Parliament, and 882-7-1 from the council. That's almost full support minus absenses for a total declaration of war."

"Total declaration of war?", Moran asked with a hint of a frown on his face. "I never expect that they'd formulate it so quick."

"The deaths of over one hundred thousand will spawn a lot of anger, and that's guarenteed. What is even more frustrating that there has not been any form of declaration of war in any form, and I'd say that this is a mistake on the Hiko's part," Graze replied. "We still have very few being opposed to the declaration."

"Why?", Moran asked. "I see no reason to deny it myself. I know that there are still some what people considers as complete pacifists, and the government already were bombarded with the matters surrounding Kontia, but I don't see why they should oppose the declaration of war against Hiroshiko. They had committed an attack of such degree against us, and quite frankly, I'd like to see a nice beating myself."

"Keep in mind that this is a total declaration of war," Graze remarked. "Though we'll still have to see his speech in the upcoming press conference, it's almost guarenteed that the military heads will plan some major operations against Hiroshiko once things gets a bit more controllable. Miraculously, the whole strategic bombing force are still on full readiness ever since the increased state of alert, and somehow the Hikos managed to ignore the military targets altogether."

"What's the allied response?", Moran asked.

"No response are received," Graze said with disappointment. "But considering that we've already crossed the 100,000 border, I'd fully expect them to at least make some form of response against this. I mean, this is nothing less than the planned murder of at least 100,000 people in a great atrocious massacre," he said angrily as he slammed his hand on the table upon the word of massacre. "Remind me to learn some more Japanese phrases for the upcoming events."

"I thought you studied Japanese," Moran said in surprise. "Or otherwise, does the Hiroshikans actually speak Japanese?"

"I studied English before the whole reformation of the education system," Graze replied. "On a more relevant matter, there's definately going to be some language barrier, so we'd have to get more careful at our wordings."

"What the bloody hell," Senate Pro Tempore Karen Beltran thundered when she heard hushed whispers as she walked into her office.

"Our navy has been attacked by forces controlled by Hiroshiko. We're also fighting the forces of Communist Xen."

"Communist?"

"They're currently fighting a civil war between the free Xenizens and the Communists. The Free Xenizens are on our side while Rosa Fujimoto is leading the Communists into the war against us and Pacitalia."

"What's the fleet's status?

"One destroyer was damaged in the attacks. We counter-attacked their subs and are imposing a blockade on both countries."

"And the President didn't ask Parliament for war?"

"They've asked for war themselves by attacking our fleets. We were sending our fleets to international waters, but when they attacked first, that was a tacit declaration of war in my book."

"You do have a point. However, before we commit to a war, the President should have notified Parliament."

"I just got it," House Speaker Josh Williams said. "Look at this." He handed a binder with information sent over by Sarzo electronically. A staffer printed the document out and gave it to Williams. Beltran looked over the matter carefully, and she saw one sentence that caused her to raise her eyebrow: "I ask Parliament for a formal declaration of hostilities against both Communist Xen and Hiroshiko."

Within a matter of hours, Parliament passed a declaration of war against both countries and Sarzo quickly signed the legislation. A full-scale war was now at hand.

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"Sir, we've just received coordinates for the locations of Hiroshikan satellites," Colonel Brian Blake of the Incorporated Sarzonian Air Force said, looking back at General Harvey Tinsley, his commanding officer at the Military Command Centre in Saugerties.

"Understood. Activate the target acquisition software and prepare our anti-satellite weapons to make sure we clean up anything Mass Pwnage may miss."

"Aye, sir."

"Fire!"

Sarzonia's full anti-satellite weapons platforms belched their weapons with any communications or other satellites that could be useful in warfare their targets.

"Get those Godrods online and target their capital. I want their capital buildings in our crosshairs and I want their key defences knocked out before we begin our amphibious landings."

"Understood sir. Targets acquired."

"Fire."

With the push of a button, twenty Tungsten rods screamed out of the sky, hurtling through the atmosphere, building up speed until they reached Mach 30. Once they reached impact, the energy generated from their rapid descent through the sky could penetrate even well-defended areas. The fleets set up in position, one fleet ready to bombard northern China, while the other targeted coastal cities of Hiroshiko.

"Admiral, we're in range. Targets acquired, sir."

"Understood," Marcus said. He walked over to the weapons station and leaned behind the weapons officer, Lt. Commander David Connelly.

"Let 'er rip."

"Aye, sir."

The Sarzonian fleets, one commanded by Marcus and the other by Ben Newman, opened fire with land attack missiles and heavy guns. Even the aging Freedom-class pocket superdreadnaughts were getting into the act. As the only Sarzonian-built ships armed with 30 inch guns, they were pressed into service to deal a death blow to the enemy's war efforts.

The Sarzonian fighter jets took off and prepared to launch strifing runs against the AA defences of both enemy countries, while electronics warfare aircraft bearing Free Xenizens began broadcasting messages to the people in Communist Xen.

"Attention, our brothers and sisters. We come to you in the hopes of peace," the Free Xenizens said in their native tongue. "Your leader, Rosa Fujimoto is setting on a dangerous course that threatens to destroy you, to say nothing of ending our way of life.

"We implore you to lay down your arms and call on your 'government' for peace. We want to live in peace with our brothers and sisters, not kill them. For the future of our country and our way of life, listen to what we say. For Xen!"

Marcus hoped playing to the people of Communist Xen would break their will quickly and end the war before too much bloodshed happened.

OOC: Consider that the speech is broadcasted on every major Omzian news network, and the bold part denotes the parts of the speech that the President has greatly emphatised with a heavier tone and volume. /OOC

People's Parliament, Central Osaria
1420

The massive compound that came to be known as the People's Parliament, unlike the many other buildings, was a sixty-years old building designed just after the Second Civil War, further backed with the seemingly invisible stains and fatigues that came along with its age. However, it had been renovated countless times, resulting in a fine blend of classical civil war-era design and the beauty of architecture. A gigantic flag of the Omzian nation flew gallantly above the dome that made up the center of the People's Parliament, as a statue and a giant portrait of the modern, Omzian nation's founder, Oma Zee, was respectively installed and hung in front of the people's Parliament.

Inside, the atmosphere was equally tightening, as over four thousand delegated from all across the Omzian nation. A giant red star was displayed in the center of the dome that dominated the center of the massive building, as a large flag of the Omzian nation was placed against the wall above the Parliament Speaker, the lights above casting lights with brillance. About every representive - aside from the few who were on leave and were absent - were present, including every member of the cabinet and the premier, those who had supported and acted against the declaration of war, and including those that represented the people from Hogazgrad. However, the most important person would be President Vansare, and it would be only a little moment before he made his official speech in regards to the declaration of war. Albeit shorter than planned, he felt that the speech felt the views of the Omzian people, whom has been both shaken and angered by the attacks just seven hours ago.

"His Honourable President Excellency Vansare will make the stand," the Speaker announced in the traditional Omzian fasion. "Your excellency, please address the Parliament."

"Thank you," the President gave the Speaker a firm smile, exerting much effort to keep his calm while showing his clear anger and disgust at the attack. He cleared his throat. "Member of Parliaments, People of the Omzian Democratic Republic, I will make the speech. Long Live the Omzian Democratic Republic!"

"On May 22nd, Dakarie Year 92, it was a quiet morning, in which people across the glorious Omzian nation had carried out their own respective tasks, under the umbrella of safety and freedom. However, these were all suddenly and brutally changed, when a part of the Omzian nation, the City of Hongazgrad, became the victim of an atrocity that we will never forget. On the morning of May 22nd, the barbarous gang of the Hiroshiko government has initated an overwhelming attack against the men, women, children, and the elders in Hongazgrad, causing great casulties and spreading shock across our nation. This attack is by every means, a direct attack against not only the sovereignity of our glorious nation, but the basic foundation of the survival of the Omzian people.

"This attack came as both a surprise and a shock for the entire body of our Omzian nation, people, and culture. The criminals in Hiroshiko, whom cared little about the prospects of diplomacy and the outlook of a diplomatic solution to our existing disputes, has successfully undertook the atrocious murder of over one hundred thousand people, without any previous warning or a proper declaration of conflict and war. This may be negligence on the part of Hiroshiko, but whatever it might be, it is overly obvious that the actual objective of the government in Hiroshiko is to take advantage of illcit ways to exploit our willingness to exercise diplomacy, and instead, commit a reckless and pre-planned murder of over a hundred thousand civilians, bombing them as they scrambled for air raid shelters, and firing at them while children carried out their study in their schools. This attack, by every means, is completely and utterly unacceptable by the government and the people of the Omzian nation.

"Whatever it might be, it is clear that today is not only a day of silence and tragedy for those who perished under the Hiroshikan aggression, but also the initation of a total war against the nation of Hiroshiko, for the sake of the continuing existance of the Omzian nation and people. Therefore, I formally announce my declaration of war against the nation of Hiroshiko. We will seek any and all ways to avenge the deaths of one thousand citizens, whom were all murdered in this despicable attack against our sovereignity. We will neutralize the elements that are responsible for this as our way of revenge for the Omzian people and other foreigners - most notably Smoke Jaguars - killed in the attack, and until we reach our destination, the Omzian people and the Omzian forces must not take one step back. We must move forward against the criminals in Hiroshiko at all costs, for the sake of our glorious motherland, and the fatherland's founder, Oma Zee.

"I thank our people, the member of parliament, our allies, and the speaker for the opportunity to make my announcement. Thank you. Thank you all."

The President, as he finished, immediately stepped off the podium in the center of the Parliament. Massive cries of approval were heard from all sides, regardless of their political affiliation. The premier himself smiled at the Parliament. "Nice speech, sir," he said with the shaking of a hand.

"The day will come."

Jagdgeschwader 642 "Hell's Rejects", Dennison Expeditionary Air Station, Omz222

The moping pilot drew quite a bit of attention in the lounge. After all, it was very rare to see a pilot looking so depressed. Eventually one of the crew chiefs worked up the courage to ask one of the other pilots what was wrong. The stern glare gave him the impression that he asked something he shouldn't have, but to his surprise, the man answered. "He just saw his wife's home blown up on Omzian National Television. Probably lost his whole family - a wife and two kids. That'd wreck me too."
Immediately afterword, the squadron commander burst into the building, huffing after his sprint. After a few moments to catch his breath, he bellowed out. "ALL RIGHT EVERYONE, WE ALL KNOW WHAT'S HAPPENED, BUT THERE'S MORE. AFTER STRIKING HONGAZGRAD, THEY SPLIT INTO SEVERAL GROUPS TO STRIKE ADDITIONAL TARGETS. ONE IS HEADING IN OUR DIRECTION, AND WE'VE GOTTEN CLEARANCE TO INTERCEPT. ALL PILOTS ARE TO REPORT TO THEIR AIRCRAFT FOR IMMEDIATE EMERGENCY SORTIE." The commander watched as all the pilots filtered out. He was about to detain the pilot who'd been moping, but as soon as their eyes met, and he saw the grim determination there, he gave up. There was no way that man was going to be stopped.



Supreme Office of the Khan, Huntress


This was definately disturbing news. A direct, unprovoked surprise attack on Omzian soil, and at civilian targets no less. Something had to be done. But first, information was needed. It was no use to act blind. With that though, the Khan turned to the advisor stuck with breifing her on this tragedy. "Well Gabriel, what are the casualty estimates?"

"Ma'am, Omzian reports are already noting in excess of 100,000 Omzian citizens killed. However . . . " He frowned as he recited the figures. "Two of the bombers overflew campgrounds outside of the city."
The Khan gasped. "You don't mean!"
"Yes ma'am, the 12th Tri-Annual Tri-State Jamboree. We estimate around 12,000 Smoke Jaguar citizens dead there, maybe far more. Even worse, the majority are children only fourteen to seventeen years old. In addition, there appear to be at least 30,000 more wounded, though it's hard to tell." "Apparently," he added, "they hit the camp sites directly, and at meal time no less."

"Anything else?"

"Well ma'am, they also got a residential block reserved for dependants of Smoke Jaguar personnel stationed at Sawada Naval Station, as well as workers and dependants for contractors in country. We estimate a further 3000 dead there. With the commercial sectors, we got off a little lighter. Since it was still early when the attack broke out, most of the office workers weren't out yet, and we estimate only a few hundred dead. All told, current estimates are holding at over 15,000 dead, and 50,000 wounded. Clearly, this is not something we can let slide."

"And do we have any hard evidence as to the culprits?"

"Well, we already know it was-"
"But do we have any evidence? I can't call a vote for war based on supposition, even if it does seem obvious to everyone."
"Well ma'am, we will be investigating the crash sites of downed enemy planes, and we will most likely be able to identify their country of origin, so that should be covered shortly."

"Very well then. As soon as we can confirm the identities of the attackers, I'll post an emergency vote for the council. Until then, have the Foreign Relations Department issue a statement condemning the attack and pledging support for our Omzian allies. This will be dealt with."

With that, the advisor left the room, and Khan Kabrinsky turned to the only other occupant in the office. "Well Michio-kun, it looks like you were right, again. I suppose you already have some ideas as to how we should proceed once war is declared."
The young man turned to her, a fiendish grin on his face. "Oh, I have a few, and I have a feeling that the Hiroshikans will find them most disagreeable."
"Very well, make whatever preparations you need, and make sure you're ready to go within five hours."
The man bowed out with an "As you wish, my Khan," and promptly left the office, leaving Khan Kabrinsky alone to reflect on these recent events.

OOC: Warning that this may be a little bit graphic to some, so don't read further if it disturbs you. As well, a summary of air engagements:

-Flight from Korsan: 120x Spear AAMs and 120x NLRAAM AAMs from the Rapiers, fired towards the rear of the split bomber formations, aimed at both B-1s and the stealth bombers. All aircraft from Korsan will return to base.
-Flight from Novansk: 288x Spear AAMs from Rapiers, fired towards the front of the split bomber formations, to put them into evasive maneuvers thus forcing them to break from their regular course.
-Flight from Vansare: 480x Spear AAMs from Hyper Rapiers and Rapiers, fired towards direction that is perpendicular to the course of the bombers, to trap them from advancing further to the north. Hyper Rapiers will return to base. Note that the Hyper Rapiers will not stay too long to provide updated targeting information for the missiles, thus their missiles are intended to be more of a saturation/harassment strike against the bombers than anything else.
-SAMs near Novansk and Vansare, due to the distance between enemy and friendly fighters, will not fire for the time being unless directly threatened.

Keep in mind however that there were still a hail of AAMs and SAMs fired in the third previous post (count back three times from this post), however effective or ineffective they might be. /OOC

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Hongazgrad City Center
0748

As the enemy bombers began to sped away, the city was littered in ruins as rubbles and shattered btis and shards of metal, concrete, and glass were showered on the concrete streets. As the sun broadcasted its own heat on the lifeless bodies and the awful stench of blood and other fibric components of the human body, militiamen Sergeant Lanners slowly walked across the streets with his rifle and a stomach-full of anger and disgust, his helmet already stained with the traces of blood and human organs. He saw a squad of firefighters frantically trying to put out a fire from a liquor store besides the emptiness of the street, apparantly ignoring what it seemed like the body of a police officer, his limbs already missing. Already horror-stricken, the militiamen hesitated to take a further look, but it had been nevertheless decided that he would go to the subway terminal only a distance away to take a look. As he began to make his way towards the sign that barely read "Bankarans Station - Chekodan Line", the steps already littered with rubble, which proved to be minor obstacles.

Despite the dangers that might threaten him and despite his knowledge of them, the militiamen proceeded into the subway station, as he immediately noticed an unusual level of brightness. Things were not only merely alarming, but also shocking as well for the thirty-five years old militiamen and part-time computer technican. A massive, gaping hole were all that left of the top of the escalators, as wire arrangments and metal structures of various shapes stuck out. On the side, the massive pair of partly-open steel blast-resistant doors were no longer doors, bent by the concussion of a bomb. Even though he had the company of a wide assortment of randomly-arranged bodies, most of whom died as a result of concussion, he did not dare to go further into the large hole that replaced the escalator. Even if the escalator was not damaged, it would seem doubtful for him to go in, and see all that was left - the bodies and wrecks of subway train cars, littering around the platforms and terminals.

The Hiroshikans, he thought. It must be these bastards. I knew it.

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Skies Near Hongazgrad
0733

Lieuteant Jonares looked at the instrument panels as he noticed the gradual movement of friendly reinforcements, along with the changes being taken in the large formation of the intruding bombers, a mixed feeling swept through his mind as his aircraft continued to make the supersonic dash towards the enemy bombers. He knew the importance of stopping the enemy bomber from proceeding further at all costs, but stress still proved to be a hurdle for his performance as a well-trained interceptor pilot who already had stayed in the air fo almost an hour. Checking his fuel gauge, he noticed that his fuel levels would be alarming low if he were to be instructed to continue the chase, but he trusted the judgements of the ground controllers. Finally, a voice cracked over the radio. "Badger and Skyfox flight, this is ground controller. Initate last attack against enemy targets in rear aspect, then break off attack and follow waypoint currently being uploaded into navigation computers to new home base. Over and out."

And so the order was finally carried out. With the joint effort of his RIO and the crew of other interceptors still in the air, he hastily prepared the firing solutions with the assistance from his RIO. He had little regret for the loss of enemy aircraft from the start, and now, already witnessed the chaos in Hongazgrad with his own bare eyes, a stream of hate flew out of his eye as he stared towards the directions of the enemy bombers. "Fox three and out," he announced, feeling a jolt of the missile launches, as each aircraft unleashed their last barrage of two Spear long range AAMs and two NLRAAM medium range AAMs each. Though some were nevertheless still targeting the same aircraft as others, they hoped that through saturation these missiles would further put the enemy into a state of chaos. And revenge for the great damages they inflicted against our own women and children, Jonares thought to himself.

And so, along with the Raptors, he forcibly left the scene, still bearing disgust, shock, and hate that he had fostered in so little time.

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Lieuteant Jonares was still far from alone, as two different massive formations of Omzian aircraft approached towards all three formations of the enemy aircraft, one from the north, another one from the northwest. Squadron Commander Hogan, by all means, was the latter, as the head of one of the twelve-ship formations of interceptors that sped towards the enemy bomber aircraft at a speed of over Mach two, hoping with urgency to intercept the bombers from their frontal aspect. Following them was another two squadron full of "free hunt" Raptor fighters, and he heard - according to information given from the GCI controllers - that there were even more coming from the northern air force bases, just short of two hundred in strength.

"Agenda flight, vector to course one-five-four, attack intruders with missiles once within range of approximately one hundred kilometers, then await further instructions," the radio blared out, seemingly representing an anonymous identity from the ground controllers. From what Hogan understood, it was all part of a mult-aspect, coordinated attacks on the enemy formations as a whole, trapping the enemy bombers and forcing them to take the southern way out, where they will face a gauntlet of air defence batteries and even resistance from naval ships. And so Hogan's flight quickly sped towards the enemy bombers, each aircraft in their flight unleashing four Spears at a relatively medium range, towards the B-1 bombers. Though the presence of the stealth aircraft were known, Hogan prefered to let the Raptors - which were not controlled by GCI systems and still boasted a reasonable arsenal - to engage the enemy stealth bombers.

From the north, the massive formation of the Hyper Rapiers, Rapiers, and Raptors quickly sped at supersonic speeds behind the enemy bombes, on a course that is just short of being perpendicular to the course of the enemy bombers. The availability of the Hyper Rapier gave the formation a drastic advantage, having the advantage of speed as these Hyper Rapiers spearheaded the formation with their smaller share of missiles, but at a speed of just over Mach two-point-eight. Upon clearance from the ground controllers, each Hyper Rapier and Raptor unleashed a total of four Spear long range missiles each, being careful of not attacking friendly aircraft joined in the mix instead. After the attack, the Hyper Rapiers would make their way back. The Rapiers would then continue to attack and harass the enemy force to provide distraction for the upcoming force of Raptors.

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Defences Near Novansk
0738

On the ground, things were also getting interesting, as the surface-to-air missile batteries stationed around the city continued to stay on alert, each radar sweeping the sky with great energy, and broadcasting their share of radio waves, as a continuous river of data were streamed from the radar into the command centers nearby each battery. In one of the battery control centers, a young Lieuteant Bakarens looked at the screen frantically, as hundreds upon hundreds of targets littered the screen like a beehive. "Frankly, our own fighters are our own enemies now. I can't even generate a precise firing solution with the furball there," he said with great disappointment. "Even the computers aren't helping that much."

A Sergeant replied. "You got that right," he said with a curse under his own breath. "The Air Force brats apparantly forgot about the radars on the ground. What are the controller stations thinking?"

"It's a frantic situation anyways," the lieutenant replied. "There's nothing much to do, other than stay on alert and take our next chance."

Aboard the RPN Auralinia, 20km west of Isola Mastomuto

The Pacitalian and Hiroshikan fleets continued facing each other along Pacitalian maritime borders, as Commodore Miral Gheorgescu read the printout transmission statement that came from a Hiroshikan ship just three hundred meters away.

He read aloud: "To the Pacitalian naval opposition lead ship: The fleet facing your territorial waters is a peaceful blockade. We do not intend to harm you. We will wait until the completion of the peace conference to make a move if said conference fails to achieve peaceful means. End."

Gheorgescu crumpled the paper and tossed it aside in frustration. "A peaceful blockade? That's a new one."

He walked over to the Communications Privy and said, "Send this message back: This is Commodore Gheorgescu of the RPN Auralinia. We understand your message and appreciate the fact that you wish to hold any hostilities towards us until a time after the peace talks in Obsidia. However, there is no such thing as a peaceful blockade. The ultimatum stands. You now have twenty-two minutes and counting to fall back at least fifteen kilometres, or we will commence our attack.

P.S. Please notify your submarines to stop attempting to advance into our waters from under us. We now have ten SSGNs ready to fire on them if they choose to disobey our direct order to stand down.

End."

Official Declaration of War
Government of the Republic of Pacitalia

The following is a joint resolution of the Chiefs of Staff and the Prime Minister of Pacitalia, declaring that a full state of war now exists between the Government and people of Hiroshiko and the Government and the people of Pacitalia, effective immediately.

Whereas the Government of Hiroshiko has committed unreasonable and offensive acts of war against the Government and people of the Omzian Democratic Republic, therefore be it resolved by the Senatoro and Caza della Legislatorio Parlemento of the Democratic Republic of Pacitalia, all government assembled, that the state of war between the Republic of Pacitalia and the Government of Hiroshiko which has thus been thrust upon us is hereby formally declared; and the Prime Minister is hereby authorised and directed to employ the entire naval and military forces of the Republic and the resources of the Government to carry on war against the Government and people of Hiroshiko; and, to bring the conflict to a successful termination, all of the resources of the country are hereby pledged by the bicameral legislative body of the Democratic, Sovereign Republic of Pacitalia.

Signed
Timothy Ell, Prime Minister of Pacitalia
Adrian Copilul-Minune, Senior Deputy Prime Minister of Pacitalia
Paolo Fernando Orbitello, Junior Deputy Prime Minister of Pacitalia
Maurizio Salvatore Neglio, Speaker of the Caza della Legislatorio Parlemento
Massimo Verdamenti Brauta, Senatoro Suppremo
Gen. Armando Santo Benini, Chief of Staff, Pacitalian Armed Forces
DS-Cm. Tarando Vegastabbio, Chief of Staff, Pacitalian Aeronautical Guard
Gen. Efrotis Costakis, Chief of Staff, Special Attack Force Delta
Adm. Rabastano Lermandoto, Chief of Staff, Pacitalian Naval Forces
Gen. Burbatto Abbottoro, Head of the Pacitalian Armed Forces
S-Cm. Erico Poffrozatti, Head of the Pacitalian Aeronautical Guard
Adm. Rodrigo Moreno-Cruz, Head of the Pacitalian Naval Forces
Gen. Luigi Tofana-Capretto, Head of Special Attack Force Delta

On this day, the twenty-second day of the fifth month, of the year two thousand and five.

Above Hiroshiko

War had been declared and the results were swiftly seen. The Pacitalian satellite locked itself into its designated coordinates; the verdict was guilty. Instantly, twenty-six Godrods began their descent to Hiroshiko, falling ever so gracefully, all the while picking up speed so that they could reach the Mach 28-30 speed that the tungsten incendiary rod was designed to reach without breaking apart.

Outside, little children played in a park on this sunny day, unaware of the fact that tools of destruction were plummeting from the sky straight for their city. The rods reached the ground with amazing impact; shattering concrete buildings, spitting glass in all directions and causing a shock wave that lifted buildings off their foundations, crashing them to the ground. Hundreds of thousands of civilians were or should have been dead within minutes. Bridges collapsed, ground sank, and water from the ocean infiltrated the ports and carried equipment out to sea.

If that wasn't enough, twelve long-range conventional SSMs were on a crash course for Hiroshiko's cities, launched from Parzamafo the instant the war declaration was released to the world. When that was done and done, a second wave of Godrods, this time half the amount of the first wave would follow. Soon after, planes would begin their conventional bombing assaults on Hiroshiko. Then, and only then, when much of their cities were reduced to nothingness, the SAFD would begin their infiltration, taking out the enemy one person at a time, sparing no military soul, until they reached the government.

The partition of the Pacitalian navy that had been moved to Parzamafo had begun to sail, containing four HACs, six LACs, six frigates, sixteen destroyers, twenty-four SSGN subs, twenty SSBN subs, and most ominously, two dreadnaughts, which by themselves, could probably have done the job. But the Pacitalian government had to be sure; a quick, fast attack ensured a crumbling opponent and increased chances of victory.

[OOC: Hiroshiko, post your losses, please.]

OOC: Sry everyone! I've been really busy... I'm studying for my finals...they're uberhard XD Anyway, I'll post ASAP.

OOC: Sry everyone! I've been really busy... I'm studying for my finals...they're uberhard XD Anyway, I'll post ASAP.
OOC: Put your finals as the first priority, since that's probably the most important. No problems.

At the HMIA, people were called underground. The destruction of the capital city was imminent. The thunderous roar of the explosives can be heard and felt underground. The light fixings on the ceilings moved and shook with force. It felt as if it was armeggeddon.

Takugawa, very frantic, moved swiftly to the radio control. He immediately contacted Hihachi, who at this very moment was at the Peace Conference in Obsidia.

"Hihachi! Hihachi! It's fucking over...sign the FUCKING peace treaty! The nation is suffering severely; thousands have died by the recent attacks by Pacitalia and MassPwnage. Those two nations have already obliverated five cities, including the capital. The Kize Offensive has been dispersed...and our navy off of the maritime borders has been virtually vaporized...sign the goddamn treaty!"

The connection had been severed. The massive attack on Kyoshiro was equvilent to that of the bombing of three Hiroshimas.

It was too dangerous for officials to go out. The nation of Hiroshiko has fallen.

Takugawa, still frantic had recieved several documents and declarations of war, through the transmittion feeds.

"Holy shit! Pacitalia, Omz, MassPwnage...they've all declared TOTAL war! Who gives a fuck about the Chancellor...I'm going to declare a doctrine of surrender. Hihachi is a fucking nutcase."

Takugawa began typing on the keyboard with great speed. The screen had flickered, power was failing at the HMIA, Takugawa knew he had to do this.

The Omzian nation, though still recovering from the terrible losses in the bombardment of Hongazgrad, expresses their great appreciation of support and assistance from our Smoke Jaguar and Pacitalia allies, as these support will never be forgotten in the face of such massive scales of destruction, in this day of tragedy where the lives of over a hundred thousand Hongazgrad residents and foreigners had perished so instantly in the great hailstorm of fire and destruction.

With the imminent disasters in Hiroshiko, after a serieso f hot debates and careful considerations, the Omzian government and the Omzian military has decided to temporarily freeze all Omzian military activities against Hiroshiko until further notice, provided that the government of Hiroshiko agrees to a series of terms outlined by the Omzian government and military. Among those, it is expected that the Omzian government will require the surrendering of all Hiroshikan leaders responsible for the terrible strikes against Hongazgrad, especially Hihachi, and it is required that they turn themselves into Omzian authorities to be dealt with accordingly by the Omzian justice system. As well, to compensate for the costs, we must request an official apology issued by the Hiroshikan government, followed by reparations numbering to one (1) trillion United States Dollars, to be transfered to accounts in the Omzian federal government and Hongazgrad civil authorities.

As well, due to the horrific casulties sustained by Smoke Jaguar citizens, we also request that reparations be paid to the authorities of Clan Smoke Jaguar.

Failure to comply with these terms, or/and failure to reply to our requirements within 48 hours, will result in unspecified military action taken against the industry, leadership, and military of Hiroshiko by all branches of the Omzian forces.

Office of the President,
Omzian Ministry of Foreign Affairs

--Command Bunker, Maalestren Station, Hamptonian Sovereign Military Base Zone, Mastomuto Island, Pacitalia--

The normally dark and quiet command bunker nearly two miles below Maalestren Station was now alive with action. Admiral Erikku Koizumi, the commanding officer for the two Royal Navy fleets, Royal Marine and Royal Army divisions, Royal Air Force detachment, and both the Station and the entire Base Zone, paced the command bunker floor.

I can't stand by while Pacitalians are dying on our doorstep, he thought to himself as he weaved his way through the crowded bunker, but the Defense Ministry won't give me authorization to assist until it's too damn late.

Admiral Koizumi was left to himself while his subordinates poured over the mountains of incoming information. The Admiral's Chief of Staff, Captain Leslie Anderssen acted to carefully filter the information, to decide what was worthy of interruping Koizumi.

A middle aged lieutenant commander stationed at the Signals' Intercept Console yelled out "Captain Anderssen, you should see this."

The room that was moments before alive with the rushed buzz of activity fell silent as Anderssen read the intercept. Without saying a word the captain printed out the document and walked over to the Admiral.

"Sir, you should read this."

As Koizumi read the paper all eyes were focused on him. No one but Anderssen and the lieutenant commander knew what was in that document. The Admiral cleared his throat and began to speak in his slightly accented voice "Several minutes ago the Pacitalians declared war."

The bunker remained silent, everyone just staring at each other.

"Captain Anderssen," the Admiral snapped, "bring the FastFalcon batteries online. If a Pacitalian ship is even splashed excessively, I want six hundred missiles flying hot to sink those Hiroshiko bastards. I also want you to get the 12th Fleet to back up the Pacitalians, I want Vice Admiral Jok on station in no more than eight hours."

The room remained still, no one moving a muscle. "Get to work people. I want our forces moving now...and someone tell the Pacitalians we're coming to help them. I don't want them to fire on us by accident."

Joint post by Pacitalia and Hamptonshire

Ell put away his BlackBerry, proudly Pacitalian-made, and looked ahead with a steely gaze of determination. He had just approved a declaration of war after hearing of the unprovoked offensive on his allies in the Omzian Democratic Republic, and was about to get on a train right back to Hamptonshire City. The peace talks were a thing of the past now, the war had started. He would come back, though, when Hiroshiko surrendered, punished severely for their mistake.

He had watched President Vansare's speech on his BlackBerry, and was truly impressed by the magneticism and confidence his counterpart in the Omzian Democratic Republic had shown. It was a while before he remembered he wasn't just another citizen of the Omzian D.R. rallying behind their leader; he was another world leader with equal responsibility in the situation. After that he received the declaration on his handy aforementioned dataphone and, through careful reading, approved it, adding his signature, the thirteenth one on the declaration, to the list of approvals. He hoped that would make it an unlucky time for Hiroshiko over the coming days, weeks and maybe even months.

Another Pacitalian-designed contribution to the world, the sleek, white MagLev train that was actually built by Hamptonshire, began to slow from its original speed of 300-something km/h, and Otto von Gersten Station came into view, on the horizon of the semi-fogged landscape.

Ell immediately got off, and saw Prince Patrick and Senator Charles Allenby waiting for him just a few yards away.

"Good afternoon, gentlemen. I wish the circumstances were a little better, but I guess we all understand them this time around."

Prince Patrick was the first to reply. "It's a blessing to see you, but I wish it was in better times." Allenby remained silent, smiling slightly, but keeping a cold, harsh stare locked on Ell the entire time. Ell looked at Allenby with a confused glance upon seeing the expression.

"Senator, I apologise, but I'm going to have to get on a train right back to Hamptonshire City. As you have probably heard already, sir, I have approved a declaration of war on Hiroshiko, and need to be there to support my people. I feel terrible for inconveniencing you at this time, but I wish to start the peace talks again after the war runs its course."

Allenby's smile became larger and more sincere. In a lighthearted tone he addressed the Prime Minister. "Of course you'll be needing to return to Hamptonshire City. I wouldn't dream of asking you to stay here a moment longer...considering the circumstances."

Prince Patrick began to speak but Allenby subtly bid him to be silent.

"Of course, I thank you for that. If the situation was reversed, I trust you know I would have done the same for you. Nonetheless, I appreciate your compassion and once more, apologise for causing such a strife for no result. It would have been better to see the peace talks actually start and then fail, I daresay."

Allenby spoke once more. "You can always count on the Grand Duchy to be there for you. What are friends for, after all." Yeah, we'll be there to dig your sorry selves out of another hole you get into.

"Well, time is wasting. I best be off. Thank you for your hospitality, albeit two minutes. Until next time, Prince Patrick and Senator. Farewell, my good friends." He bowed to them and got back on the train which was returning to Hamptonshire City.

Man, that Allenby must have a tree trunk shoved up his ass, Ell thought to himself. What an act.

As Prime Minister Count Ell's train back to Hamptonshire City left Otto von Gersten Station, Hihachi's train entered the terminal at the exact same time. Hihachi got off the train, walking confidently. Ell watched as he was swarmed by a solid stream of Royal Marines, who were running through the station. He turned around, putting his arms out and looking at Allenby with a questioning glance. Allenby simply gave him a thumbs-up signal. Ell shook his head in disbelief but realised what was happening, sat down quickly and tried, in vain, to hide his smile.

Hamptonshire City, 20 minutes later

The short ride by train was once more completed, with his return to Hamptonshire City coming more quickly than he had expected. He arrived at the international airport outside the city and briskly walked to the private jet counter. "Tell them to ready the supersonic transport. I need to go back as soon as possible. They'll know why."

The counter attendant replied, "Yes, sir." She picked up the phone and dialed.

Timiocato, four hours later (no time at all (;)) with time difference)

The plane touched down at Isolamunicipa with no effort, the sun just hovering over the blue mid-afternoon sky. After a cool, drizzly Hamptonshire, it was welcome to see sun, warm breezes and swaying palm trees again. He was picked up in a black limousine and taken right back to the Prime Ministerial Residence where the war strategy would begin. First, though, he needed some sleep. The plane was terribly uncomfortable.

20km off Mastomuto Island

Gheorgescu frowned. The ships attempting the blockade weren't going to move. "Send them another message. This is Commodore Gheorgescu again, from the RPN Auralinia. You have failed to heed our warning and not utilised our timeframe to your positive usage; and therefore have given us no choice but to begin hostile movements against you. End."

"Right away, sir."

He radio-communicated all the ships. "Attention all Pacitalian fleet components, this is Commodore Miral Gheorgescu of the RPN Auralinia. The deadline has passed, begin your conventional attacks on the Hiroshikan opposition."

Immediately, SSM Sidewinders were fired from the destroyers onto the Hiroshikan craft, smashing into the opposing convoy with a brute force, like a sumo wrestler smacking around a hamster. The smaller Hiroshikan surface combatants creaked and moaned as they splashed about madly in the water. Meanwhile, under the surface, the SSGNs began to engage the Hiroshikan subs.

"Engage! Engage! Mode switch, peace to war! Immediately!"

"Fire torpedoes! Chamber one and count. Mark one, and fire!"

Hundreds of torpedoes began to make their way over to the Hiroshikan subs, hitting their sides and smashing into them. Some of the subs successfully fired countermeasures, but a sizeable majority of them sustained damage. A few sunk to the bottom of the sea, disappearing from view.

The Pacitalian fleet would have sustained a bit of damage in a normal situation, but they had the advantage of attacking the instant they released the transmission, starting immediately and catching the Hiroshikans off guard.

Airspace just south of the ensuing battle

"I copy, sight confirmation on target red, Hiroshikan destroyers one through five. I copy. Over and out. Commencing firing."

The BM-3250 planes began their fast descent towards the Hiroshikan fleets, spraying the decks with ammunition and thusly slamming those men on board to the deck, perforating their bodies. The planes then dropped conventional bombs on the deck, slamming into them from above at immense speeds. The fireball was enormous.

Sirens wailed on the Hiroshikan ships as a few began to take on water. The Pacitalian ships began to back off a little, using the crippled opponent's lack of response to their advantage. They would stay there and make sure that no other opposition would come from this attempted blockade fleet, then communicate a statement to the Hiroshikan fleet and go aboard the enemy's fleet-lead ship to accept surrender. Plus, Cantamano had radioed Gheorgescu from the base that the Hamptonians were coming as backup. Things were definitely going to plan.

Takugawa was attempting to contact the Pacitalian, Omzian, and MassPwnagian Governments through a basic Hyper-Text Connection at the HMIA. The facility has just lost power, but fortunately backup power was enabled, giving power for at least another 48 hours.

Takugawa, sweating from stress and defeat, clumsily activated an open-route transmittion.

The screen flicked and then read:

UNIDENTIFIED TRANSMITTION: 00001003432-34AFCLM

Terminal Name: HMIA-000342 Terminal
Safemode Environment: ON
System OS: BASIC MODE
Password: DISABLED
T1 Connection: IN PROGRESS...

Attempting to connect...please wait.
Attempting to connect...please wait.
Attempting to connect...please wait.

Hypertext Connection: ERROR retry, abort, fail?

"Comon you dumb piece of machinery!"

Takugawa slammed the CPU terminal helplessly. Key pressed 'R' to retry the connection.

The computer began clicking within, attempting to connect to the government computers.

Attempting to connect...please wait.
Attempting to connect...please wait.
Attempting to connect...please wait.
Attempting to connect...please wait.
Attempting to connect...please wait.
Attempting to connect...please wait.
Attempting to connect...please wait.
Attempting to connect...please wait.
Attempting to connect...Connection Established.

...
...

Open Log, begin typing on C:\ prompt.

C:\ TO THE LEADERS OF PACITALIA, OMZ, AND MASSPWNAGE.

This is a surrender plea from Central Intelligence Official Takugawa, the head official of the HMIA. I implore you to CEASE fire, thousands of civilians have been killed and injured at this very moment. You have proven you point with the annihilation of our capital, Kyoshiro. I implore you to stop! Hihachi is NO chancellor, he is a madman! I, along with the nation of Hiroshiko, implore you to ARREST him..."

CONNECTION TERMINATED.

"DAMMIT! THE FUCKING T1 CONNECTION DIED!!! FUCK!!!" ,yells Takugawa, angrily.

OOC: The log was not like an email...it was typed on an instant hypertext connection, much like instant messenging...except every letter typed is instantly seen.

The Omzian authorities must repeat our requirements set for the government of Hiroshiko as outlined above, which requires the turning over of leaders responsible for the attack against Hongazgrad (most importantly Takugawa and Hihachi) to Omzian authorities, in which they will be tried for various crimes by the Omzian federal court systems. In addition, we must request the government of Hiroshiko to make a full apology and openly acknowledge their attacks agianst Hongazgrad to be a war crime, while a reparation of $1 trillion dollars must be paid. These terms are non-negotiatable.

Failure to follow these terms will result in unspecified actions against the economy, leadership, and military of Hiroshiko.

The Maglev Train had gotten to Obsidia. As the train neared the station, an emergency shut down had been pulled. Hihachi's officials ran into his car finding blood and broken pieces of glass shards everywhere. A cell phone was also in the midst of the crimson red blood. The Chancellor had killed himself...

Offical Government Statement
Office of the Justice Minister


The Chancellor of Hiroshiko, Hihachi, was taken into custody today upon arrival in Obsidia by the Royal Marines. He is currently being held at a secure location. Those Governments that wish to being extradition proceedings should contact this Ministry immediately.


Senator Henri Loucet
Justice Minister
Deputy Interior Minister
Grand Duchy of Hamptonshire

The Maglev Train had gotten to Obsidia. As the train neared the station, an emergency shut down had been pulled. Hihachi's officials ran into his car finding blood and broken pieces of glass shards everywhere. A cell phone was also in the midst of the crimson red blood. The Chancellor had killed himself...

OOC: Umm...he's been taken into custody by the Royal Marines. You can have him kill himself if you work it out with me, but right now he's in a prison several miles underground.

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Official Statement, Office of the Prime Minister
Government of the Republic of Pacitalia

Signore Takugawa:

We will only accept your surrender on this day if it is unconditional. Furthermore, we advocate that my people and government, the victim of the diplomatic offensive and military threat by you, should be given the full right to decide terms of surrender. Among them will most likely include the transfer of Chancellor Hihachi to the Omzian Democratic Republic to stand trial for crimes against humanity, and war crimes, among other charges. We understand that he is currently in custody in the Grand Duchy of Hamptonshire.

We also back our allies' claims for reparations to be paid to them, and to our allies in Clan Smoke Jaguar. We do not care for reparations, but instead will advocate permission to occupy a portion of your nation until we feel your nation has been stabilised after these events. We apologise for the deaths of civilians in Hiroshiko, but imply, of course, that these were a result of the military actions necessary to end this conflict as quickly as we could. We hope you will allow us to oversee the rebuilding process in your cities.

I suggest you take over the leadership of your country for the time being, and invite you to Timiocato to work out the terms of your surrender. I appreciate your clear-headedness in standing up for peace when your leader foolishly guided you into the abyss of war against numerous powers.

Sincerely in good faith,

Timothy Ell
Prime Minister of Pacitalia

The Omzian government, upon receiving the news, politely requests the Hamptonshire Interior Ministry, that Hihachi is to be extradited and transfered into the hands of the Omzian authorities, to be tried for war crimes relating to the attacks against Hongazgrad, in which our Army Intelligence shows credible links between the atrocious attacks and Hihachi himself. As probably we are the ones who has suffered the most damage under the outrage of Hihachi, both the Omzian people and government are requesting on the one hundred thousand victims' behalf to hand Hihachi into Omzian authorities.

Signed with gratitude,

Office of the President,
Ministry of Foreign Affairs

Ministry of Interior Affairs

Ministry of National Security

OOC: I'm out for the night, so don't do anything major. ;)

CONCLUSION OF THE WAR

The wind carried the pink petals from several standing cherry blossoms in the midst of the desolate city. The city of Ryusen was 84% destroyed. The only prominent surviving remains was the 7th century Ryenjuku Temple. Its pagodas still stand. Nanako, one of the few survivors in the city, cried when she couldn't find her parents. She had now lost both of her parents: her mother and father. She looked at the ocean, at one of the last symbols of the city: The Ryusen Gate. It had withstood the blasts as well. The fires are still burning and many corpses can be seen lying in the streets, undisturbed. In other cities, it was almost exactly the same.

Kyoshiro had sustained the most damage due to the accuracy of the Pacitalian weapon, the GoldenRod. The once flourishing metropolis was now a desolate wasteland, devoid of life. The survivors were mainly people in the subways and underground facilites. They stepped out awestruck and terrified. They had withstood the tests while the others...did not. It began to rain...as the clouds grew darker and darker.

The upper levels of the HMIA was in ruins. There was no usable facility. Takugawa slowly came up from the wreckage and observed the destroyed Kyoshiran skyline.

"War should never be an option for any nation. I'm sure that our next generation will learn from this generation's mistake. It will take a lot more than hard work to rebuild the nation as it once was. I am...so angry that I participated in this endeavor."

Helicoptors can be heard nearby. They had begun to pick up survivors from the wrecked HMIA headquarters. They were to go to the temporary capital Kitengi. There, Takugawa will try to reestablish an official surrender with Pacitalia and all those who were involved.

OOC: Some statistics:

Deaths:
Total civilians: 3.85 million
Total soldiers: 1.42 million

Other Stats:
Number of cities targeted: 7
Number of cities completely destroyed: 4
Number of buildings destroyed and damaged: 623,289
Naval Size: Reduced by 83%
Airforce: Reduced by 72%
Current value of Hiro-Yen: -95% .0045 to 1 USD

OOC: Umm...he's been taken into custody by the Royal Marines. You can have him kill himself if you work it out with me, but right now he's in a prison several miles underground.

Err...oh ok, lol.

OOC: Hmm, to be frank I guess it should also be interesting to see some further words on the bombers you've sent into my nation. Our government will be looking forwards to the talks relating to the surrender, though to be frank we are still a bit shocked about the civilian casulties in your nation ourselves.

Official Government Statement
Office of the Justice Minister


As is required by Hamptonian law, all governments that wish to petition for extradition must send solicitors to stand before the Supreme Court of the Realm to offical argue their case. Since Hamptonshire has universal jurisdiction for War Crimes and Crimes Against Humanity, petitioning countries' must be able to prove to the Supreme Court's satisfaction that the defendent will be treated in accordance with Hamptonian standards of jurisprudence.

The prayers of all Hamptonains are with the families of those Omzian citizens killed in cold blood by Chancellor Hihachi.


Senator Henri Loucet
Justice Minister
Deputy Interior Minister
Grand Duchy of Hamptonshire

Omz, sure, No prob. But...lol, I need to catch some sleep. Tommorow, guys! It's been fun today!

"Your surrender is accepted. Next time, think twice before accusing someone of being racist."-The Great Leader Li.

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Communist Upper Xen, 450 miles off of Shanghai:

"Colonel, what's our status?"

"Frosty sir."

"Bitchin'. Get ready for our bombing run."

"Yes sir."

OOC: This is actually odd... looking at my attacks, I may not have lost a single soldier or civilian to death. :eek: I'll put a few injuries down just for the sake of realism.

As per required by the Hamptonian authorities, the Omzian government and military will work diligently in getting those responsible, such as Hihachi, into justice to be tried for crimes against the Omzian people and the nation. As a result, we will dispatch a team of twenty solicitors and witnesses, to prove the crimes of the Hihachi government against the Omzian people, and existing evidences that fully links the attacks to not only the Hihachi government, but Hihachi himself.

Though we also understand that Hihachi's crimes are severe at the minimum, we will make sure that Hihachi will be treated equally under the Omzian legal system. However, it is nevertheless our first priority to get Hihachi into our legal custody, and we will exert as much effort as possible to do so in memory of the deaths of so much people, and the misery that Hihachi and his government had caused.

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As we are continuing to await for the response to our demands from the government of Hiroshiko, and as the deadline has already been passed by a few hours, we would like to once again extend and make it clear of our demands, with various inclusions and exclusions being made:

-An official apology from the government of Hiroshiko to be sent in a solemn an regrettable manner, in which the leaders of the new government must bow towards the geographic direction of the Omzian nation for a duration of ten minutes, and openly admit the crimes committed by Hiroshiko against the Omzian people and Hiroshiko's wrongdoings, to be filmed by Omzian television;

-The payment of:
$3.5 trillion dollars to the government of the Omzian Democratic Republic;
$2 trillion dollars to the victims' families for compensation;
$1 trillion dollars to non-profit organizations within the Omzian nation;
$1.8 trillion dollars to the military forces of the Omzian Forces to make up the cost of the munitions and supplies expended, in addition to the preparations that were done;
$1.6 trillion dollars to the civil authorities of the various cities on the southern cost to make up the cost for preparations that were done;
$6 trillion dollars for reconstruction costs
-For a total of $15.9 trillion dollars (roughly 49% of the Hiroshikan governmental budget)

We must reiterate that failure to comply with these terms will result in a quick nullification of the surrender of the Hiroshiko government, and will result in the quick eradication of the Hiroshikan leadership and economy. We care not the economic consequences that may result as a result of the payment of the reparations, however it is absolutely imperative that these reparations be paid, since we have no intention to physically occupy territories of Hiroshiko for a period of time.

"General, Hiroshiko is surrendering."

General Taylor Dent, the commander in chief of the Incorporated Sarzonian Army raised an eyebrow. He was aware of the massive attacks by Omzian, Pacitalian, and Sarzonian forces that staggered Hiroshiko, but the death tolls even stunned him. He looked at his troops assembled in the ISS Mobile Bay, a Normandy-class amphibious assault ship that served as his centre of operations, knowing their mission was going to be vastly different.

"Guess we won't have to save these guys for later," Dent said to no one in particular.

"Inform the Hiroshikan government that we accept their unconditional and immediate surrender of all armed forces. Perhaps we'll get ourselves an Asian base where we can put the Ninth Fleet."

"Understood sir. Transmitting now."

"Men and women," Dent said. "We've just received word that the Hiroshikans have surrendered." Some muffled cheers mixed with groans until Dent put his hand up to silence the troops. "That means we'll have to undertake something a little bit different. Brigadier General* Buckingham will command a peacekeeping force of roughly 15,000 troops while the rest of you maggots come with me to Pinko Xen.

"I don't want civilian casualties unless their unavoidable. Remember we're punishing their government, not them. Dismissed."

Dent then ordered his transport helicopter with a fighter jet escort to carry him to the Upper Xen theatre since that was now going to be where the fighting was expected. The fleet left behind two aircraft carrier task forces and three battleship squadrons and their assorted logistics vessels and the bulk of the blockading fleet left to tighten the noose around Communist Xen.

Dent worked up a plan to present to Fleet Admiral Marcus. Even though Dent was in charge of the army, Marcus was the overall commander since he was in the Navy, and his rank was higher than Dent's. With a larger surface and submarine force, the Navy could stifle Communist Xen and blunt any surprise attacks from the USSR. Besides, the heaviest guns were on their way to Upper Xen and the large ship could should dissuade any enemy from trying them.

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Marcus received the transmission from Dent and smiled.

"Well, that makes our jobs a hell of a lot easier," he said. "All right, listen up," he said, addressing the bridge crew.

"We've just secured the surrender of Hiroshikan forces. Now it's on to these communist bastards. I want our high altitude recon aircraft in the air to get me images of any anti-air defences and I want UAVs to pick out those bunkers. Once we get a handle on where those little ants are hiding, we're going to root 'em out with our railguns and the big guns. We're also going to launch air raids and special ops attacks to take out what power they do have. Once we've softened them up, we're going to land the army and take over the whole shebang."

"Aye, sir."

Marcus waited while UAVs began to take off to chart the enemy positions and the reconnaissance aircraft took off high above Communist Xen to give them the intel they needed.

Hopefully, this front will go as well as the Hiroshikan front. With "Radio Free Sarzonia" transmitting messages from the Free Xenizens to the people under the shackles of the communist regime, Marcus hoped it would be a matter of time before he won the hearts and minds of the Xenizens and win the war without more bloodshed. No matter how insignificant the 47 deaths and 86 wounded on the destroyer damaged by the Hiroshikan attack may have seemed.

[* Note: Brigadier General in the Sarzonian army is equal to Major General in other countries. Major General is equal to Brigadier General. At least until the reforms are complete.]

Mastomuto Island, 10km east of PNFB Saturno and 25km south of Maalestren Station

The workers, sanctioned by the Prime Minister on executive order, dug furiously into the night. Yes, this was a part of the war they were constructing, but it was meant as, ironically, a symbol of peace. Through the night they continued to form the landscape, creating a square hole in the ground large enough for a monument. They filled the concrete, installed a bronze statue in the centre and landscaped the surrounding area, building a gravel parking lot and entrance to the main road. They would pave it after they opened it. All of this, they did in four hours. It was an amazing work of art.

The next morning

Prime Minister Timothy Ell had just told his citizens on-air that Hiroshiko unconditionally surrendered, and things were getting back to normal in the Republic of Pacitalia. Soon after, Ell told PNN to go to the location where the new statue was and start their report. He told them what it was about and let them do their jobs. After all, he was certainly tired of explaining everything twice. He smiled in the triumph of victory, but only a smile for keeping his people from any deaths or injuries.

The Prime Minister turned his attention to the TV at the other side of his office. Playing quietly on PBC 1 was PublicSpeak, a Meet-The-Press-style roundtable national political discussion show. Rimo Tussertoni was talking about Pacitalia proving itself on the battlefield and now earning the right to be called an uberpower... something like that. At one point, they mentioned how his approval rating had jumped ten points for keeping the affair death-free, well, on the Pacitalian side of the battle. Ell didn't care about the uberpower stuff or the approval rating at all.

He flipped to PNN and watched as they started their report:

...and the declaration of war was officially rescinded at nine this morning, on the order of the PM and Senior Deputy PM. A state of guarded peace now exists between Pacitalia and Hiroshiko.

Breaking news now, we go out to Trisha Voramibela out on Mastomuto Island for this special report.

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Thanks, Cristalo, I'm here just about ten kilometres east of PNFB Saturno, which was the main site of the naval launches to end the Hiroshikan attempt at a blockade. Here, on this spot, construction workers and metal sculptors, along with landscapers, worked non-stop for ten hours through the night, creating this amazing display of peace and friendship.

I'm proud to present to you, the Pacitalian public, the Silver Wings of Bravery. It is a statue to commemorate and remember the many who perished in the Omzian Democratic Republic after the surprise, unprovoked attack by the Hiroshikans, which we learned last night, was referred to by the enemy as the "Kize Offensive". The statue is also meant to remember the determination and bravery of Omzian and Clan Smoke Jaguar troops as, even though they watched their wives, husbands and children die at the hands of the Hiroshikans, they were determined to exact revenge in order to force peace and win the war.

Again, this statue is located about 10km east of PNFB Saturno. Take the A26 southwest 170km from Sobrefema and then use B-973 west for 5km. It will be on your right. I'm Trisha Voramibela for PNN, at the Silver Wings of Bravery.

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Thanks, Trisha. We'll be back on PNN Today after this short break.

[ OOC: Sarzonia, if you want me to send my own peacekeepers to join you and we can split the task, just let me know. I was planning to, anyway. ;) ]

[ OOC: Sarzonia, if you want me to send my own peacekeepers to join you and we can split the task, just let me know. I was planning to, anyway. ;) ]OOC: Works for me. :p]

We are indeed honoured and greatyl thankful with gratitude for our Pacitalian friends and allies for the great statue of the Silver Wings of Bravery, as we hope that the the memory of the people perished in the attacks - Omzian, Smoke Jaguar, and any other foreigners - would never fade from our memory and conscience. Equally, we must also express our shock at the terrifying losses suffered by the civilians for Hiroshiko, as a result of their government's rather foolish and reckless policies.

However, this does not by any means, represent the possibility of the retraction of the Declaration of Total War on Hiroshiko. Until the government of Hiroshiko agrees to our terms of the payment of $15.9 trillion to the Omzian authorities, civilians, and non-profit organizations, our hopes of vengeance and the total eradication of those responsible in Hiroshiko shall never fade away.

Nevertheless, our focus is now on the communist forces in Upper Xen, in which they must be dealt with not only great importance and attention, but also force.

President Vansare,
Omzian Democratic Republic

[ OOC: Done :p ]

Just off the Hiroshikan coast

Sixty Airborne Personnel Carriers (AbPCs) left the western 3.3km runway of Parzamafo's air force base, each holding 333 members of the Emergency Task Force. The number in total was around 19,980 peacekeepers who would be patrolling Hiroshiko in the weeks to come as Pacitalia and the defeated nation hammered out an unconditional surrender deal. They were to land at a base in Hiroshiko that wasn't obliterated by Pacitalian Godrod and conventional fire.

The smell of cooking flesh and the acrid smoke caused by burning plastic and paint was overpowering and unwelcome when the PETF soldiers stepped off their planes. One was unfortunate enough to vomit all over the place when the smells just became too much.

The Commander of the mission, Paolo Menduto, joked, "We might need to set up enormous fans in this city to get the stench out."

The men walked over to the APCs that would take them from the base over to the city, where the smell would be much worse.

Officers Club, Air Force Missile Base Harington
1922, North of Kanze

"So the Hikos finally surrendered," Aviation Lieutenant Brookes let out a chuckle as he watched the news, drinking from a coffee mug that was on the level of the badge that marked him as an Intercontinental Cruise Missile Operator within the Omzian Air Force. "But not to us, I heard?"

"No, they did surrender to us," Squadron Commander Loran replied with a neutral look. "But the government had rejected them. Remember our terms and reparations? Almost sixteen trillion dollars. That's a hefty sum, I guess. I heard that it's about half of the total national budget of Hiroshiko, from the guys in OISA."

"Some pretty messy stuff going on at the south," the lieutenant shook his head, apparantly unaware of his uncle's presence and survival down in Hongazgrad, before he was cut off. "I guess that the fifteen point nine trillion dollars should-"

Suddenly, a tall man entered the room, with a small mustache that can be clearly seen. On his chest, a piece of cloth that had been attached on his uniform read WCDR Hagras. Everyone either feared him or was cheerful at his presence. "So we are only... about 45 hours to the deadline? Cause if they don't pay and the heads up there doesn't issue us the abort command, wea re going to get ready for a complete obliteration of anything that's left in Hiroshiko. The navy boys were already leaving port."

"Aren't there... friendly peacekeepers there?", the lieutenant inquired, apparantly with concern.

"So we bomb anything that are still under Hiroshikan control and are not in the way of the peacekeepers' plans," the Wing Commander smiled. "Don't worry, our mission planners got them figured out. if they don't pay the sixteen trillion, well, too bad for them. The Hikos shouldn't be leaving with nothing being paid to us. The bomber brats are already loading themselves with napalm and incendaries. If they don't pay the money, we will bomb them to their knees, provided that there would be no allied casulties."

The fleet en route to Hiroshiko stopped dead in its tracks. They would wait for any developments in the situation before moving again.

As a warning however, the fleet armed the long range cruise missiles of 2 its huge Draconis class Uberarsenalships; all 73,200 of them. If the Hiroshikans refused to allow the Chancellor to be tried for warcrimes, or refused to pay, the consequences would be more than just fatal...

The Great Leader then called the interim government up on videophone:

"I'm not a person known for my patience.... I suggest you quickly come up with the money... And signing over money is really a fairly easy affair. I'm going to shorten the time by say... 10 hours, as favor to my allies. If you think about disobeying, I suggest you take a good look at this video feed of the fleet off of your shores I'm sending you. Have a nice day."-The Great Leader Li.

His Omniferocity's government formally asks his UWP allies Sarzonia, Pacitalia, and Omz222 if they require EOE assistance for any aspect of this matter. The full weight of the Dominion military is at your service.


Eternal Arch-Villain Psychopompos
Minister for Pre-Subjugation External Affairs


<OOC>
BTW, next time you guys get into one of these messes, it might be a good idea to let the rest of your allies know about it. Perhaps by posting something on the UWP site. That's what allies are for, you know.

TEO

The city of Kitengi, one of the last major cities left untouched by destruction, glistened in the evening sun. The transition into the night was odd as the nightly illuminescence was missing. It was obvious that power was either being rationed or cut off completely. Takugawa got out of the helicopter that escorted him to the city. As he got out, he observed the air base, Pacitalian soldiers had arrived. Out of curiousity, Takugawa began running towards them, questioning why they're here at this particular spot. As he was running, he was forced to turn back for they wouldn't let any other person, besides the Pacitalian peacekeepers, in the complex. Takugawa, still unaware of the occupation, asked one of the Hiroshikan officials that worked at the base.

"What is the enemy doing in our very own base?" ,asked Takugawa, innocently.

"Didn't you hear? Someone sent a Surrender plea, it wasn't official...but they all agreed to it."

"So peace has finally come?"

"Perhaps. But they told me that MassPwnage and Omz was still ready if they failed..."

Their conversaton had been interrupted by yells from a Pacitalian soldier.

"You, are you Takugawa!?" replied the Pacitalian soldier.

"Why yes, why do you ask?" ,responded Takugawa.

"Timothy Ell wishes to speak with you in Timiocato."

"Why is that?"

"Just come with me."

Takugawa slowly, but cautiously, followed the Pacitalian soldiers. He was forcibly pushed into an aircraft carrier.

"Please, sir, I must inquire, why am I being called." ,says Takugawa. "Am I am war criminal...please sir, you must tell me."

To no avail...the Pacitalians within the carrier didn't respond to Takugawa. He began to feel very guilty, guilty of having been participating in this whole manner.

A Pacitalian official then said, "Takugawa, Our leader, Timothy Ell, wishes to have an audience with you. Also, other nations will be there, talking terms of your nation's unconditional surrender..."

"But sir, I'm not the head of Hiroshiko...talk to Hihachi..."

"Hihachi is a war criminal; he has lost his right to talk. The Pacitalian leader suggests that you are worthy of speaking on behalf of your nation."

The airplane becomes quiet and void of human speech. The humming of the propeller engines becomes the dominant sound. The airplane continues on, towards the capital of Pacitalia.

Meanwhile...

In Kitengi, people began working in factories, as directed by the temporary puppet government set up in Hiroshiko. The economy went bust; Hiroshikans lost the luxuries they once had...thus they have to start from scratch.

OOC: Omz, can we have the discussions of 'debts' in Timiocato? In that way, everything will be easier.

We would still like to remind the government of Hiroshiko that as much as we are interested in attending the conference at Timiocato, it still at the current moment shares only some relevance with the matter at hand. As our nation, after all, is the one that had suffered the most casulties, we have no choice but to either demand the immediate payment of reparations, or to conduct a massive operation against Hiroshiko in retailation. As we are firm and serious on the 48 hour deadline, it is absolutely imperative that the leaders of Hiroshiko reply to our demands immediately for their security and the safety of their own lives. The government of Hiroshiko is in no position to force us to delay the deadline, only to find the leaders of Hiroshiko trying to modify our demands on the negotiation table.

The terms are non-negotiatable.

Office of the President,
Ministry of Foreign Affairs

OOC:
Hiroshiko -It is possible, but having our nation both shocked and angered by it, there's little reason for us to wait until we all arrive at the negotiation table.

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As the Omzian government is both thankful and warmed by the offer from our allies in the Evil Overlord, and is regretting its failure to inform our allies further on the matters, we have reviewed the assistance offered by his Omniferocity's government of the Evil Overlord. However, as the situation is winding down, we must politely state that we do not as of right now have any reqirement for assistance from his Omniferocity's government, though his government's assistance will be welcomed with gratitude shall the need comes.

OOC: TOE - I might have got a bit too carried away with this, so an apology, thouh to be frank I had thought about posting this on UWP. /OOC

[ OOC: Just a heads up, a Pacitalian soldier would not refer to their national leader by just their name. They would have included Prime Minister in there somewhere. ]

Shanghai-

"It has begun..."

Rosa was really drunk now. Six bottles of whiskey were emptied around her, and she was woozy and angry as Pamplona bull.

"F**kin Hiroshukias....can't f**kin' fight. Buncha pansies. Where's their Yamato damaishii, anyway!? They're turnipheads like me, they should know that s**t!"

She punched a hole in the wall. Her generals just shook their heads and got to saying:

"Ma'am....yes, the Hiroshikans have surrendered. But, I am sure they had given it their all. We must concentrate on our war. The Sarzonians are moving in on our shores, and the Pacitalians have fired on Tokyo. They have Godrodded us. Here-"

He produced pictures of the scene. The Red offensives in Kawasaki and downtown, led by Goth gangers and Red Guards, nigh but 18, hadbeen reduced to charred ashes amongst rubble. EMTs and engineers were picking up.

Rosa said, "Motherf**ker. I swear, every greasy eye-tie, every fag, every Lizard-they will pay for underestimating us. The Hiroshikans may have surrendered-I havent. War goes on schedule."

"but-"

"WAR. GOES. ON. SCHEDULE!"

"Yes, ma'am."

Rosa slinked back into her chair, and cracked open another whiskey bottle.....

Official Declaration of War
Government of the Republic of Pacitalia

The following is a joint resolution of the Chiefs of Staff and the Prime Minister of Pacitalia, declaring that a full state of war now exists between the Government and people of the People's Republic of Upper Xen and the Government and the people of Pacitalia, effective immediately. Be it clear that the state of war does not exist between the people and leadership of the Free Xenizen Forces and the Government and people of Pacitalia.

Whereas the People's Republic of Upper Xen has committed unreasonable and offensive acts and threatening mobilisation against its own people, and the Government and people of the Coadunation of Democratic Allied Powers, consisting of Pacitalia, Sarzonia, the Omzian Democratic Republic and MassPwnage, therefore be it resolved by the Senatoro and Caza della Legislatorio Parlemento of the Democratic Republic of Pacitalia, all government assembled, that the state of war between the Republic of Pacitalia and the Government of the People's Republic of Upper Xen which has thus been thrust upon us is hereby formally declared; and the Prime Minister is hereby authorised and directed to employ the entire naval and military forces of the Republic and the resources of the Government to carry on war against the Government and people of the People's Republic of Upper Xen; and, to bring the conflict to a successful termination, all of the resources of the country are hereby pledged by the bicameral legislative body of the Democratic, Sovereign Republic of Pacitalia.

Signed
Timothy Ell, Prime Minister of Pacitalia
Adrian Copilul-Minune, Senior Deputy Prime Minister of Pacitalia
Paolo Fernando Orbitello, Junior Deputy Prime Minister of Pacitalia
Maurizio Salvatore Neglio, Speaker of the Caza della Legislatorio Parlemento
Massimo Verdamenti Brauta, Senatoro Suppremo
Gen. Armando Santo Benini, Chief of Staff, Pacitalian Armed Forces
DS-Cm. Tarando Vegastabbio, Chief of Staff, Pacitalian Aeronautical Guard
Gen. Efrotis Costakis, Chief of Staff, Special Attack Force Delta
Adm. Rabastano Lermandoto, Chief of Staff, Pacitalian Naval Forces
Gen. Burbatto Abbottoro, Head of the Pacitalian Armed Forces
S-Cm. Erico Poffrozatti, Head of the Pacitalian Aeronautical Guard
Adm. Rodrigo Moreno-Cruz, Head of the Pacitalian Naval Forces
Gen. Luigi Tofana-Capretto, Head of Special Attack Force Delta

On this day, the twenty-third day of the fifth month, of the year two thousand and five.

[ Secret OOC: So, my plan is basically to Godrod and CSSM Shanghai and the bunkers in Northern China, then launch coastal assaults and have the SAFD disrupt PRUX logistics and supply lines. For the time being. ;) ]

The bombers and fighters drifted down from the upper atmosphere out of hypersoar altitude almost lazily as they appeared off of Shanghai. They were still flying at 100,000 ft. at around Mach 8 as they approached Shanghai.

The SB-5s, started first, unleashing all hell with loads and loads of high explosive cruise missiles and heavy fuel/air explosives, designed to blow out the walls of buildings so that there flammable interiors would burn.

The huge G80Ls hit second, firing over a hundred heavy cruise missiles each from their cavernous cargo bays. The cruise missiles were loaded with tetranitromethane, phosphorous and toulene. The mixture would burn as hot as the surface of the sun once it hit, devouring everything in its path.

All the while, the ASF-06s and JASF-05s provided air cover just in case the Xenizens tried to launch SAMs or fighters...

OOC: Cool. I'll launch offensives from Japan and South China.

OOC: Sorry for the very short and rather crappy post, but starting now time will not be on my side. Also, UX, you have a map, or can you just point at the general direction of your nation? /OOC

Panden Naval Facility, Near Port Hagras
Six Days Later, 1920

The facility was rife with activity, as men walked with great expectations and outlook for their new deployments. The moonlight had been all but non-existant due to the intensifying sunlight of the summer evening, as birds chirped with a seemingly cryptic meaning, unknown to the sailors and officers who comtinued with their tasks, saluting each other and interacting with one another about a great number of topics. A giant multiengine maritime patrol aircraft soared overhead, overwatching this brillant collection of men and thoughts.

Near these men, a great array of warships sat without much activity physically, but on the decks, they were already roaming with people as flags flew, ensigns already raised. The signs of a combat deployment was obvious.

Above Shanghai

The Godrod-stacked satellites hovered precariously over eastern China's main port. PSAT command was waiting. The declaration of war was announced on the television, and Operation Bunkerbuster began, with sixty Godrods cascading at Mach 30 from Pacitalia's satellites to the ground 700km below.

Instantly, the ground in Shanghai rippled as ten Godrods smacked Nanxiang, Minhang, Songjiang and central Shanghai with amazing power and speed. Two Godrods hit the water, causing an enormous, skyscraper-height tidal wave that knocked the life out of the buildings in downtown like a boxer that was just TKOed. Two more Godrods hit Shanghai's airport and central train station, decimating both in less than ten seconds. The whole city felt like an earthquake was shaking them, which it was, being within 10km of a Godrod hit site was like being in a magnitude-9 earthquake for thirty seconds.

The shaking calmed and buildings began to crumble or topple onto the poor civilians below, crushing cars with mortar and concrete. The large ball-shaped Oriental Pearl Tower was in three sections, managing to be shoved off its base and thrown onto unsuspecting civilian shoppers on Nanjing Road. The Jinmao Tower was literally blown off its foundation and thrown into the ocean, creating another massive tidal wave that wiped out many coastal buildings and decimated the Port.

That, combined with the Pwnage firebombing launched from Papua New Guinea just five minutes earlier, made the city a ghost town of half-chewed skyscrapers, fluttering paper, bright orange fire, acrid smells and polluted water. There was literally nothing left, no refuge unless one left the city.

Over Beijing

Six Godrods were designated for Beijing. They hit about three minutes after the Shanghai decimation was complete. The Forbidden City was one of the targets, an attempt to undermine Xenizen morale as soon as possible. The central square was split into two parts as the pavement and stone rocketed into the air. Magically, the buildings and fountain survived but Tiananmen Square nearby was ablaze from a ruptured gas line. Half the city was in paralysis as the Godrods achieved a similar effect; knocking television transmitters over, crumbling buildings, exploding propane and natural gas storage tanks and polluting the water with overbearing amounts of raw tungsten.

The Bunkers, Northern China

The bunkers were apparently still under construction, but a large segment of the complex had been constructed already. The Godrods smashed right through the heavy concrete tops and threw boxes of flammable material against the wall. A firestorm erupted in the closed-off chambers of the bunker, hurtling down to each end, taking out people, equipment, weaponry and ammunition. Two Godrods were sent into the land just beside the bunkers, which lifted soil up and covered them, and suffocated the survivors. It would take the best search & rescue crew too long a time to recover anybody from that.

Off the east coast of China

The Pacitalian fleet huddled together now, redirected from what should have been an intercept of Hiroshiko, off the coast of China, near Shanghai and Fuzhou. The Pacitalians began shoving around a hundred conventional SSMs at the eastern coast, which hit their targets all along the coast south of Shanghai to the extent of PRUX influence. They made sure not to hit FXF-controlled areas by mistake.

The UX part of the War on Terror had begun.

[OOC: I'll post an amphibious or parachute-style invasion force in a second.]

"What's the status of the ASAT attacks on Communist Xen's communications satellites?"

"Apparently, they're still getting signals of some kind."

"Time to end that shit right now."

"Aye, sir."

With the push of a button, Sarzonia launched the second wave of ASAT attacks intending to destroy every space-borne asset Communist Xen had. With the fleet originally blockading Hiroshiko now getting into position, Newman ordered his fleet in place in the event the USSR tried to get involved.

Crews on Sarzonian submarines fed information about the Xenian power grid in from the Free Xenizens into their cruise missile targeting software and commander after commander had their crews acquire targets. Battleships with 20 inch to 30 inch guns maneuvered into range of their big guns for coastal targets, while the new Endymion-class large cruisers prowled the coastline like ravenous guard dogs looking for an intruder's leg to dine on.

Aircraft crews and UAVs set off looking for their quarry, namely, targets to strafe and destroy. From the bride of the Isselmere, Newman looked expectantly at the Praetonia waiting for his commanding officer to give the word.

"Sir, the fleets are reporting ready."

"Who are we to keep destiny waiting? Let's roll."

With those words from Fleet Admiral Marcus, the Sarzonian offensive began.

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"Attention people of Xen, this is Fleet Admiral Stephen Marcus. We have no quarrel with you, the true victims of your government's ill-considered and poorly-conceived foreign policies. We have no designs on ending your way of life, your unique cultural stamp on this world. We are here because your government has chosen to ignore peace, and would rather see you die than see an honourable peace.

"I implore all of you to seek out your government and demand peace. Demand an end to this war before it results in the loss of untold millions of lives."

As soon as the electronics warfare aircraft broadcast the message from Marcus, he turned to Lt. Colonel Carter Willingham, the commander of the Sixth Platoon of the Blue Cobras, the newly-named Sarzonian special forces.

"I want you to infiltrate the pinkos and take out supply convoys, power generators, phone lines, bridges. The works. But I want your best people to go in and capture that crazy bitch running their 'country.' I want her in our hands. Period. Then we demand unconditional surrender."

"Aye, sir. All right men, women, let's move it!"

With that, the special forces raced to their boats and Insurgent-class submarines to prepare for their covert missions to destroy the resistance by using a bit of insurgency of their own making.

OOC: Ok, Let me get the situation in gear, Omz.

IC: The Kitengi City Hall was a small structure, a fourth the size of the capital building that once existed in Kyoshiro. Due to the recent events, however, it has maxed its capabilities for it has become the nation's temporary capital. One of the secretaries screamed in dismay. She had been recieving transmissions from the Omzian government. The woman hollered out in Hiroshikan, "Oh my goodness, the Omzian government...they want a sum of money, or its the total annihialation of our nation!"

The people in the transmittion complex were stunned. They had just survived mass attacks from two nations and now...it seems the destruction might return.

The secretary immediately knew what to do. She called for Takugawa...but to know avail...he was bound for Pacitalia. She desperately attemped to call the Pacitalian government...to inform Takugawa of this perilous situation.

Bump!

OOC: For RP purposes, I'm not going to make the flow of the deadline time based on RL time for the sake of fairness. However, our government would like to get an immediate reply, as we aren't exactly patient with a nation who has caused the deaths of well over 100,000 citizens. However, I'd also like to know some more on the bomber over my nation. That would be much appreciated. /OOC

The Omzian nation wishes to make it clear that as the first 24 hours of the deadline has passed, our demand for the sum of money is nothing but the most serious, as even though Hiroshiko has now been free of Pacitalia's wrath, our people and government are still fully intending to seek vegenance against the criminals in the government of Hiroshiko, who had plotted an act of such destruction. This, we must reiterate the fact that it is in the best interest of the Hiroshikan government to agree to the terms as swiftly as possible and immediately begin the transfer of the sum of money, and carry out the official apology for the Hiroshikan's actions against the people of Hongazgrad. Once this deadline passes, we would have little hesitation in completing the destruction of Hiroshiko's government and economy, regardless of what damage would be done on the economy and government of Hiroshiko as a result of the payment of $15.9 trillion dollars.

The missile and bomber forces of the Omzian Air Force are always ready to carry out massive raids as repercussion for the atrocity against the people of Hongazgrad, and the fleets of the Omzian Navy would have little reluctance in carrying out their tasks against Hiroshiko's links with the world.

You have 24 hours.

Office of the President,
Ministry of Foreign Affairs

OOC: Ok, Omz, I'll write something about the bombers...but in a new thread. I'm going to address the Unconditional Surrender...and in that, I'll put a flashback of the Kize Offensive in there, somewhere. Anyway, Chow!

Somewhere in Manchuria, 2100 ZULU-

The men in Cossack uniforms listening to the radio rejoiced. They smiled, and said to themselves in Russian: "Now is the time."

They picked up M21 rifles and SMAW's and began moving, mounting horses. These were guerillas of the St. Aleksandr Nevski Army, and they had terrorized the Reds to no end since the war began. Now, with the Apocalypse coming to the heretics, the Nevskis rejoiced. God had done what was just.

The band of fifty men rode out, and surveyed the scene. Here, the ruins of the bunkers had begun to be surrounded by men frantically trying to fix them, surrounded by men with machine guns who shot those who were too slow.

The head of the band told one of the riders to get help. The mand understood....

...and five minutes later.....

Sgt. Chung was tired as all hell. He was working his ass off, trying to fix the damage the damn Pacitalians had wrought. His entire Engineer Company had been commandeered to fix this bunker, and now, they were losing men. Not to enemy fire, but to overzealous Commissars who shot their own men, for working too slowly.

Several booming sounds and the hissing of rockets were heard. A cry of "get down!" was heard, and before long, airburst rounds, explosive frag shells, rockets, and Phosphorous shells tore through the site. Then, war whoops-, and bugles.

The Nevskis had come. Out of the cloud, Chung pulled out his MP5 and tried to shoot at the waves of incoming Nevski horsemen, bedecked in Cossack finery, wavign religious icons and armed with SMAWs and M16's. They proceeded to lay a wall of fire, scaring the men and reducing who ever was left. They rode quickly, and reached the disorganized Company in minutes.

The surrounded men surrendered. Out of the ranks of the NEvskis stepped a man in a black monk's robe. Grigori Batov himself.

Batov smiled at the men and said, "Fools who thought they could seek solace in an idol. See how God pronounces judgment. Join us and embrace God's saving grace, and you may yet live."

Not surprisingly, everybody took the offer. They knew the end was coming.

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South China, near the Yellow River, 2400 ZULU-

The wave of Godrodding electrified the men of the 345th Company of the 1st Korean Auxiliaries, and the Marine units attached to them. They heard the news; they too prescribed it as a miracle.

The head of the Auxiliaries said, "Alrecht. here's whit we dae. since th' reds jist got their nuts kicked, we'll rub salt in th' woond. 'at brae athwart th' river, number 234, is haem tae a firebase 'at has bin pissin' us aff fur days noo. we'll gonnae-no thes."

he pointed to a map. "We'll use sappers tae penetrate th' defenses, an' support frae f-35's. we'll break 'er open. th' men inside ur weakened by th' withdrawal tae th' interiur, we can dae thes. we open thes path, we gang a body step further tae victory."

"Got it?"

"YES SIR!"

Before long, the men were packed onto boats...and began movign across the river......

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Tokyo, Japan 0100 ZULU-

General Huang looked over the plans.

"Okay...the Pacitalians godrodded them. Now, it's our turn. Here's how it'll be done."

He looked over a digital map of the battlefield. The Reds clearly were suffering. Large scorch marks in the earth suggested that the Godrods had doen their job very well. However, there was still the matter of explotiting this, something he was going to do.

"We'll move Marines to Shanghai. Supported by submarines and Aircraft Carriers, we'll bombard the shore, and land the Marines near the city. Then, we'll surround it, and take it."

"At the same time, the Army of South China will move north. We are breaking through Wuhan. However, we need that final push-which will be delivered now. We will also begin air attacks and infiltrations all across the Yellow River Firebases-by now, weakened. We push north. We push north."

"At the same time, Akita will be finally taken. East Canadians and The Army of Northern Japan will deal with them."

"All the time, our navy will work with the Sarzonians to tighten the noose. We begin airstrikes and missile attacks with SSBNs-no nukes, just heavy conventional bombs, got it?"

The men went, "Yes sir."

General Huang said, "Go to it."

Shanghai, OOC: during the blast, and done for drama-

Rosa Fujimoto was havign yet another Scotch. She didn't know it, but it would be her last.

The ruins of a mad dream lay strewn across the floor. Old whiskey bottles, papers, napkins, burnt out light bulbs and old magazines seemed to replace the carpeting on the floor. The cleaners had long since fled town, leavign her to this mess.

She began drinking striaght from the bottle. The haze of alcohol, which had only begun to fade, was now in full force. She smiled, and hugged a pillow. She seemed to be more animal than human at this point. Her generals didn't even consult her anymore, knowing her response.

But, she then saw a bright light.

She then said, "What the...."

The light engulfed her.

Five minutes later, her palace was in ruins. The dream was dead.

Rosa however, got up. It may have been the whiskey, or that God decided to give her a chance to repent before dying, but she got up.

Her body was charred, only her face remained recognizable. She stood weakly looking in silence across the necropolis. Her bottle of whiskey was now fused to her hand, and it hurt. Everything hurt. Her head hurt.

She began to see ghosts......her father began to curse her once more. She yelled back, "F**K YOU! I DON'T NEED THIS S**T! LEAVE ME ALONE, DAD! MY BODY IS MY BUSINESS! GO TO HELL!"

Alas, she was screaming at the air. Finally, with no energy left, she collapsed, weeping. Then, as she reached up into the sky, her eyes closed.....

She was now one with the ether.

Tianjin, China:

Luckily, the port of Beijing hadn't been hit. Well.... Yet. The people there were busy fortifying bunkers and air raid shelters and setting up SAM sites. Their zeal was feverish in nature....

How stupid of them. How foolishly vain. Nothing they could do would save themselves.

A flight of 1200 hypersoar bombers and 3,000 hypersoar fighters took off from the central airbase in Mogadishu, Somalia, clocking beyond hypersonic speeds as they bounced around in the upper atmosphere.

Within an hour, they were in the Yellow Sea, ready to wreak some major havoc.

The fighters fired first, anti-radiation missiles at major radar installations covering Tianjin, followed by air to surface missiles at SAM sites on the ground. Still, the Xenizen forces shot up a few theater SAMs into the aircraft, destroying 5 hypersoar bombers and 8 hypersoar fighters.

The rest of the hypersoar bombers began to unload their massive payloads on Tianjin. Octonitrocubane bombs first, loaded with metal ball bearings that would heat to white hot during the explosion, setting all manner of things on fire, followed by actual incendiary bombs, made from tetranitromethane/toulene based black napalm. There was enough ordnance to create a massive firestorm that would suck all the oxygen out the area, suffocating anyone that tried to hide in air raid shelters....

And that was just the beginning of MassPwnage's air power.

OOC: Port of Beijing as in a seaport? Because last time I checked, Beijing is an inland city. ;)

OOC: Port of Beijing as in a seaport? Because last time I checked, Beijing is an inland city. ;)
All major cities are ports (or at least were initially), if you look closely enough. Proximity to water has always been important to settlers, for both trade and sustenance. Now, just because a city is not directly on the ocean doesn't mean that it can't be a seaport. All you need is a river or canal that's deep and wide enough for the ships to navigate, and connects the city to the sea. Beijing is along the Yangtze River, and is quite accessable to ocean going ships. For the record, the furthest inland deepwater port is Iquitos, 3700 kilometers up the Amazon river!
Also, IIRC, several notable Russian shipyards are situated far inland, using a canal system to get their products to the ocean.

First of all
Beijing lies along no river, it's in a semi-arid plain.
Tianjin is like Ostia to Rome, it functions as Beijing's port where the bigger city has none.

Shanghai-

The Invasion Fleet assembled by the FXF forces by now had reached the coast. By now, 50,000 Marines, two Nimitzes, and six-twelve Wasps, six Harpy Arsenal Ships, a host of Oliver Hazard Perry's and Arleigh Burkes and various supply ships would storm the shores at nearby Wusong, and reduce what Red forces in the city were left to rubble.

One submarine, a Seawolf-class sub, the UXS Thomas Walker, was sailing close to the mouth of the Huangpu Jiang river. The Walker had razed Shanghai before, now it would return to finish the job.

The captain onboard said, "Up periscope."

The periscope went up, and the captian peered through. He witnessed a sight normally associated with Mogadishu or 1940 London- ruined buildings, men and women picking up, a general sense of gloom in the air. What soldiers that remained weren't even manning the defenses, those that were were old men and kids; the defenses were poorly equipped. Not that there were many left-there looked to be the remains of several Ninha SAL sites and Patriot sites, and some theater SAMs. The only things left were some MRLS's and a few MG posts.

The captain said, "This is almost too easy-begin the attack. Land the men, bombard positions 45-45, 50-321, there's some stuff left. Tell the men though, that there won't be anything left."

The crewman he spoke to radioed this message in....

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.....and soon, F-35's and F/A-18's went to town, dropping napalm and laser-guided bombs on the remaining defenses. The ships threw up a few Tomahawks, but as that happened, the radio began to squawk:

"Attention, attention! This is General Mulcahy of the Shanghai Remnant. We surrender. Stop this. We've got nothing. YOu can come in. Just stop."

The captain of the lead Nimitz simply said, "Motherf**ker. Send the men anyway, tell them we accept their surrender."

The radioman sent the message, and soon, the Red defenses shut down. In a very anticlimactic manner, Sea Knights, LCAC's, and Amphibious Assault Vehicles landed on the shores of Wusong. They proceeded their way inward, with no applause, and a lot of cold glares directed at them by the local populace.

One of the Marines aboard an LAV driving inland remarked simply, "Jesus Christ....everybody's gonna need years of therapy after this."

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The land forces began to disembark. One squad of Marines in a Casspir APC happened to drive near Fujimoto's old HQ.

They stopped when they saw a familiar looking corpse that stuck out, like a spaghetti stain on a white shirt. One man said, "Hey Bob....is that who I think it is?"

The man he was talking to said, "Let's check it out."

The APC stopped, and the squad disembarked. The Marines pushed aside some rubble. Matching the face to a picture from a newspaper clipping, one man said, "Yup...that's Red Rosa."

One man noticed her bottle of whiskey. "Looks like she died wet, too," the man pointed out. Noticing the molten pile of broken bottles of whiskey around her that shone among the rubble, he then said, "Jesus....talk about partying like there's no tomorrow."

The leader of the squad then said, "Call Graves Registration. Tell them we found Red Rosa."

One of the squadmates radioed for backup. Soon, the other members of the squad looked around at the body. One remarked, "You'd think she'd've rotted by now, but something's keeping her solvent. Her face is recognizable."

Another man said, "Damn shame........meh, let's get her to Graves Reg, hopefully, they can give her a good burial. At least cover her up."

One man got some tattered curtains, and draped them over the body. "Here we go," he said. "This'll give her some respect."

They then took their hats off, and bowed three times, before putting them back on and standing guard.

Shanghai-

The Marines soon arrived at the city center. Driving in their Casspir APCs and their Land Rovers, they soon formed a laager around the flagpole at City Hall. The city may have been laid prostrate thanks to the Godrod, but the Marines still feared those who were tempted to resist.

They soon pulled out a FXF flag, and raised it up on the pole. The old Red flag was not there; it had been burned off in the attack. The flag rose high over the ruins, and soon, a bugle played "Revillile," signaling the beginning of a new day.

Meanwhile, General Mulcahy, by now in a uniform stripped of buttons, walked to meet Commander Huang, who had flown in to oversee the surrender.

Huang shook Mulcahy's hand, and Mulcahy smiled and retorted: "So, I meet the Puritan at last. You're shorter than I thought you'd be."

Huang cringed at that last bit. He hated the nickname "Puritan," just because he didn't drink, smoke, and embraced strict Presbyterianism didn't mean he was a Puritan. He was just a good Christian, that's all.

Huang said, "Well General, let's get to business, shall we?"

Mulcahy said, "Yes, let's."

The two sat down. News cameras and photographers were there to see the signing of the surrender document. Mulcahy looked it over, nodded, and with a Cross pen, signed his name. He sat back, psuhed it forward, and Huang did the same, smiling. The two shook hands, and Huang left.

Huang then went outside, and ordered to the head of the Marine Force: "Get these people food, clothing, relief for body and mind. This is a humanitarian mission now."

He then went to see the body of Rosa Fujimoto. By now, it was being loaded on a stretcher, as No. 34565. It was sitting at the Shanghai City Morgue, or rather, a pressurized, climate controlled tent that served as the Shanghai City Morgue. Huang saw the body. He noted the fact that Rosa's face seemed to have a tortured, yet eased expression, somehow symbolic of the way she reacted to the fact her world was collapsing around her, like a house of cards hit with a high pressure hose.

Huang thought: "Why do I get the feeling death seemed to set her free?"

He then shook his head, bowed, and walked off.

ooc: UX, online, i have some questions.

"General, the Reds have surrendered."

"Dammit, how are we ever going to prove ourselves as an army," Dent replied with a brusqueness that took the young lieutenant who was manning the reporting station by surprise. When Dent looked at the lieutenant's face and seemingly saw the kid's wheels turning inside his head, he smiled broadly.

"That was a joke, lieutenant," Dent said. "Seems like we're going to have to set up another peacekeeping mission. Or an occupation."

"Put me in touch with the free Xenizens," Dent said. "I want to consult with them on what role they want for us and I want to talk to someone from those Reds about surrender terms. We're getting a base out here if it's the last thing I do."

Dent set foot in a small transport helicopter with a fighter aircraft escort and took off from the helipad. He set off to find the location in Shanghi where the surrender was taking place.

Dent realised he wouldn't be there for very long. The war in Inkana was still going on even though it was proving to be a huge setback for the Army. It dawned on him that maybe a 62 year old general wasn't the best man to lead the Army through reforms he heard through the grapevine were on their way. Dent thought to his old friend, Major General Wes Pinckney, who was also in the latter stages of his career, even though at 47 he was still young enough to adapt to the new Sarzonian order.

As the landscape passed from deceptively serene forests to smoke choked cities from the impacts of Sarzonian and Pacitalian Godrods, Dent reflected on his country's military exploits. Beating much larger foes like Holy Panooly in the early days of the country, combining with a coalition to put a smackdown on another vile enemy -- and landing the hardest blows despite the military's lack of size -- and other actions that were dominated by the storied ISN wasn't going to enough to keep the reforms from taking their toll on an army that wasn't keeping pace with the Navy.

"General, we're approaching the site now."

"Take her down. I've got a score to settle with that Rosa bitch."

"She's dead."

Nice timing, Dent thought. Nice timing Taylor Jeffrey Dent.

OOC: That was just Shanghai, Sarzonia. So you still have a job to do :) .

IC:

Somewhere in Ningxia Province-

The small "sheep station" basically concealed a small field HQ. Not meant to be anything permanent, but with all the papers, maps, and radio equipment about, it seemed that way.

General Tsing fumed. He heard of Mulcahy's surrender of Shanghai. He heard of the Nevskis, and how they were murdering his comrades in Heilongjiang, effectively reducing control to nil. He heard of the FXF offensive on the Yellow, and how they were pushing north. Indeed, with Yunnan, Tibet and Xinjiang becoming "wild country," he was in a vise.

Still, he paitently perused the maps. He still had 100,000-200,000 men from various units under his command. He had two, three tank divisions. He had machine guns, and enough supplies to last the winter. He even knew the local terrain, and could go guerilla if need be.

Still, he vowed to resist. He vowed to resist....

Sending a message out, he said:

"Attention all comrades-

This is General Tsing Shi Tao, head of the Army of Ningxia and North Sichuan. The racist, capitalist twinkies may have decapitated our leadership, but heads can grow back. I am an example of this. Those who are still loyal to Socialism, and policies equitable to true Han Chinese and Asians should rally around me. I am willing to go on. Do not give up. We will fight. If it means going into the mountains, if it means taking food from the locals, if it means unending torture, so be it. I will not back down."

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50 mi outside Harbin-

Archbishop Grigori Batov was at his camp. So far, things were looking good for the Nevskis- the Reds were running, and the news of Rosa Fujimoto's death boosted morale beyond the power of any of his sermons. They were tightening the noose on Harbin now.

One of his aides-de-camp said, "Sir, our most recent data says that Harbin has been greatly weakened by the Pacitalian Godrod attacks. FXF regulars and Pwnage forces may begin air attacks soon. We have the north of the city cut off from resupply, and our Fifth Column estimates that only 50,000 men garrison the city. They intend to fight us to the last man, however."

Batov then said, "Then surround them from the south. Starve them."

His aide-de-camp then said, "It shall be done, Your Holiness."

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On the south side of Harbin, 500 Red soldiers were on patrol, part of the 5,000 guarding the railroad station south, leading to Beijing. Not many supplies came in nowadays; factories were gone, so no new guns or ammo came in. Food was scanty, but at least they weren't eating rats or each other. That was something they were thankful for.

The crude trench system had been recently dug to defend the station. It was nothign but mere slit trenches, topped with M60, M249, and M2HB machine guns. Snipers stood at guard. Mortars and men with old M72s and men with SMAWs stood guard. Tanks, mainly T-4's that looked to be on their last legs, and captured T-121's from Wuhan stood like silent setinels.

But for all this sham protection, it was just that- a sham. For at about 2400 hours, the guards in the trenches heard war whoops and liturgical chants. This got them scared; the Nevskis were in town.

They loaded their AKs and their M14's and got ready to fight. Soon, a rain of mortar shots, rocket shots, and flares arose, and the sky lit up as the explosives hit their mark. 50 men were killed or wounded, and soon, the others, the vets, knew what would come.

And come it did. Men who looked like Cossacks on horseback, with rifles, grenades, SMAW's, and LAWs arranged pirate-style with six LAWs on a man began to charge the trenches. They opened fire on the mortars and MGs with their SMAWs and LAWs, and then poured all kinds of fire on the poor Reds.

The result was chaos. Men were cut down or rendered into little chunks by the explosions. The terrifying sound of hoofbeats and horses scared the green troops, who broke ranks and fled. The Cossacks simply rode on. They lost 20 men too, out of a total band of 200. But they rode with demonic fury, cutting off heads with sabers and trampling enemy forces with horsehooves.

The Cossacks soon rode deep into the ranks. They dismounted, and began brutal hand to hand and commando warfare, pouring rifle fire into the enemy ranks, using captured guns like the old pirates did, emptying the clips out of each one and dropping them before picking up another, and firing their own explosives into the crowd. They held like men of iron, staying calm and violent against the waves that tried to dislodge them.

Good thing artillery was there to help; the Reds kept coming. The mortars were moved closer; mortar shot after mortar shot then tore through the enemy ranks. Eventually, it did get a little too hot; so the Cossacks called in reinforcements.

A nearby warband of 100 men soon rode from the side to provide assistance, and the previous scene played all over again. With amazing bravery, they rode into the maelstrom, and kept right on fighting.

This bravery was what scared the Reds. They couldn't afford to lose men-reinforcements were hard to come by. And now, with little or no food or arms, they were in trouble. Eventually, the Reds decided to cut their losses-they retreated, leaving 1,000 men dead, 1,500 wounded. The Nevskis lost 60 men out a force of 300 (counting reinforcements). And, the rail station was theirs.

Now, the siege could begin.....

OOC: I've already told Pacitalia this, so I'll tell you people too.

Well, it seems that the RP is going very, very well! To that, I'm happy. But...this is for Omz222; I'm not going to be here for a while cause I'm going outta state. Lets just say I'm going to a place where there's no internet, yet a alone a computer, lol.

Anyway, chow!

OOC: I've already told Pacitalia this, so I'll tell you people too.

Well, it seems that the RP is going very, very well! To that, I'm happy. But...this is for Omz222; I'm not going to be here for a while cause I'm going outta state. Lets just say I'm going to a place where there's no internet, yet a alone a computer, lol.

Anyway, chow!

OOC: Thanks!

OOC: Yeah, this has been a fun RP so far. There are a lot of good RPers in this thread. :)

The Great Leader carefully observed the theater hologram from all angles. Upper Xen was horrifically vunerable to attack at this time. A few well placed massive air raids would make advance so much easier for the Sarzonians and FXF forces.

The Great Leader turned first to the Commander of the Navy.

"Active 6 more ubercarriers and position in the East China sea. Load them up with G80Ls and stealth bombers. Target radar installations, bunkers, Xenizen troops, SAM sites etc. "

To his Commander of the Air Force:

"Hypersoars in large numbers. At least 12,000 of them, and add G80Ls and ASF-06s too. Target Red Xenizen civilians, water supplies, roads, power plants, industry, supply depots, bunker entrances and such."

To the both of them:

"I want 24/7 bomb runs, don't stop for a minute. Keep your pilots and ground crews in rotating shifts and use plenty of stimulants if necessary. You have your orders."

Target List, to be bombed 24/7 with at least 250 bombers and/or 1 million tons of ordnance each.

*Zhejiang
*Nanjing
*Beijing Suburbs
*Hefei
*Harbin
*Taiyuan
*Zhengzhou
*Kaifeng
*Zhijiazhuang
*Xi'an
*Qiangdao
*Jinan
*Chengdu
*Chongqing
*Shenyang
*Dalian
*Lanzhou

Batov's Camp-

"Sir, it is done. We have sealed off the Southern Railroad to Harbin; it is ours. We have sealed off the Main supply route to Harbin; it will starve. We shall also commence bombardment, as well."

Batov smiled. "Excellent. Let His will be done......"

Batov then said, ".....Woe to the blasphemers."

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Inside Harbin-

Conditions were bleak.....the city streets were nearly deserted, and a gray pallor hung over the city. Men distributing food rations grimly handed them to the citizens who waited in long lines, who too had grim faces. People looked thin, scrawny, from want of food. This had been the norm since the war began, but now, it would go to worse levels; the rations had been decreased. This the ration men announced with no fanfare.

This however, caused rioting. People wanted food; dammit. No one wanted to look like those Ethiopian kids on the TV.

A wave of angry citizens arose, and began stealing food. Windows were smashed, and shots borke out. Troops used live ammo on the mobs; but this only seemed to make things worse.

The siege was working....

Batov's Camp-

Batov was at his morning prayers. Ever since he was a novitiate monk, he had prayed every morning. He felt it gave him favor, he felt it kept him balanced. So far, for the 50 years of life, it did.

HE heard the rumbling of bombs in the distance. It perked his ears and he listened. Were they his men?

An aide-de-camp rushed in.

"Sir! God has pronounced judgment once more! Somebody is bombing Harbin! And its not us! We don't know who!"

Batov smiled. "I must pray now. Tell the men this. Raise their spirits. We hold our lines. Got it?"

The aide said, "Yes, Sir."

Batov then prayed, saying: "Oh Lord, I thank thee once more....you are truly a generous God."

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The city of Harbin-

The thunderous song of bombs soon interrupted the riots. People tried to flee to air-raid shelters, but rising flames and explosions consumed many in a wall of fire.

The panicked crowd ran around trying to escape however they could. However, everything, from the lowliest man, to the St. Aleksandr Nevski Church in Little Moscow, was consumed. It was a sight not seen since Dresden, or the recent attack on Shanghai.

And the worst was yet to come....

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Tianjin-

Not much was left. The port facilities, the factories, the homes, the schools-everything, now rubble and foundation.

The sky was still dark, with clouds of dust in it. Only a few haggard, burned people wandered the streets, hurt, burned, and crying for water. A few of the strong ones tried to search for loved ones, to no avail.

People expected the Beijing Capital Division to intervene. But alas, they had been consumed too-by the Pacitalian attack. They had their own mess to clean.

The remaining citizens of Tianjin wondered: "Why me?"

OOC: I think it would be cool for Pacitalia to begin administration of a Shanghai dependent city-state, sort of like how Hong Kong was before it was handed back to the Chinese. A fixed-period lease wherein the city would become the Shanghai Special Administrative Region. We (Pacitalia) would then give it back after say, 100 years, like Hong Kong.

OOC: I think it would be cool for Pacitalia to begin administration of a Shanghai dependent city-state, sort of like how Hong Kong was before it was handed back to the Chinese. A fixed-period lease wherein the city would become the Shanghai Special Administrative Region. We (Pacitalia) would then give it back after say, 100 years, like Hong Kong.

OOC: Probably not.....I might grant you a base though, IC.

IC:

Zhejiang, Nanjing, Beijing Suburbs, Hefei, Taiyuan, Zhengzhou, Kaifeng, Zhijiazhuang, Xi'an, Qiangdao, Jinan, Chengdu, Chongqing, Shenyang, Dalian, Lanzhou -

The sight was the same all over. What had transpired in Tianjin, Shanghai, and Harbin now was going on on an epic scale. All over, fire and explosive consumed factory after factory, port after port, suburb after suburb. It was as if God himself had, as Batov saw it, pronounced judgment on the Reds, and foudn them really wanting.

Smoke, dust and winds blew in all of them, as the maelstrom of fire and heat sucked the air out of eveyone and everything. Buildings collapsed, trees flew over, and people ran, panicked and burning.

Some cried for deliverance. The Firemen and police tried to do what they could. But they were powerless against the tide....

The Great Leader smiled, the bombing runs were working. Fuel and ordnance were being consumed in gigantic quantities, damaging the Pwnage economy slightly, but causing a near ridiculous amount of damage to the Xenizen one. Bombing runs were taking their toll on Xenizen civilians as well. Hundreds of thousands, if not millions of civilians were probably dead, the economies of the area wrecked. But MassPwnage couldn't keep up the runs forever....

On the Ubercarrier PNS Lord of the Sea :

Tao Yuan was leaned against a wall in the flight ready room, trembling violently, muttering to himself.

"I have killed in cold blood...I have killed in cold blood...I have killed in cold blood...I have killed in cold blood...I have killed in cold blood..."

A couple of his friends ran up.

"Hey dude, dude... what's up with you?" asked one of the other pilots.

Tao kept muttering and trembling. He couldn't move, he could barely keep himself breathing.

A pilot ran to get a medic and a psychiatrist. Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome had claimed another victim.

As Tao was carried away, the rest of the pilots began to board their planes. They had more targets to strike.

Target List:

*Luoyang
*Handan
*Tangshan
*Xining
*Yinchuan
*Urumqi
*Changchun
*Qihar
*Jilin
*Baotou
*Anshan
*Ningbo
*Hangzhou
*Yushu
*Lhasa
*Golmud
*Hohhot
*Yantai
*Lianyungang
*Hailiar

Hong Kong-

"Mr. President?"

Gordon Lew put down his bottle of whiskey- not that he was using it now, he was looking at the label- and said, "Yes?"

"The Pwnageites have gone on a bombing spree. Word is they are showing no mercy to Northern China. We've got firestorms not seen since Dresden. Hell, they're bigger."

Lew, slightly skeptical, said, "Gimme some pix."

He saw the pictures the adjutant put up, and he said simply, "Holy shit."

The pictures picked up by Free Xenizen recon flights and sattelites were showing places that looked more like the Sonora Desert, or the Moon, rather than cities. Huge scorch marks, residual fires, and ruined buildings marked each shot.

"...what about Batov?" Lew said, knowing sadly that Batov, as good a buddy as he was, was also a very vicious and sometimes misguided bulldog who had funny ideas in his head.

"Batov's got Harbin surrounded. Manchuria's his, he's going nuts on the Reds there."

Lew thought: "Typical. Always knew Batov was a Puritan. At least he likes us."

He then said, "What of Wuhan?"

"Its ours now. Troops are ready to move on your orders."

Lew smiled, thought for a second, and said, "Tell them to haul ass."

The adjutant nodded and left.

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Outside Wuhan-

The T-125 tank crewman smiled, and chewed his cigar. He puffed some smoke, and smiled a toothy, aggressive grin. His black shades reflected the glare of the sun. The way he looked, you'dve thought he was a NASCAR driver, not a tanker. But, Wuhan had been taken, and the great blitz was about to take place.

He heard the command: "Move out."

HE then took out a pair of speakers, and tuned an iPod to the song "Highway to Hell," by AC/DC. Then, he pointed forward, and ordered his driver: "Drive straight on till morning."

The driver nodded, and the tank screamed forward. So did the 15,000 tank mass of T-125s and T-4s across the horizon, and the Casspir APCs, and the Land Rovers, and the F-16s, TSA-12s, F-81s, and F-35s plus F-22s sent to cover them. There would be no going back.

If the Reds thought they had had tasted Judgment, then they were committing an error for the ages.....

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Outside Shanghai-

Constantine Huang had just gotten back from Townsville, Australia. He was greeted by the words: "General-The offensive has begun!"

Huang said, in an unwonted tone of joy: "Huzzah! We finish the war. Order all troops not involved in the occupation of Shanghai to move West. I want units moved in from Japan, as well."

The adjutant said, "Yes, General."

Soon, a scene similar to that of Wuhan developed, as 15,000 Marines, and several thousand tanks and aircraft blitzed west.

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General Tsing's office-

Tsing was on the move. He had traveled over 70 miles a day, and was now in south Shaanxi Province. He wanted to stay mobile, stay quick. The Pwnageites were raping his nation with 10gr sandpaper condoms, and he felt it every step he went. Every city he went to, nobody would help him-he had to steal to get men and food, and even then, thanks to the horrorshow the Pwnageites put on, there wasn't much but rubble and charred excuses for men. He was like a plague victim; people feared knowing him, lest they be diseased.

Still, he took heart. The FXF was moving now. They would try and envelop him; his scouts had pointed that out. Still, he would wait for them......he had 2,000-4,000 tanks, 100,000 loyal men, and some aircraft left. he would go down, fighting. Then, if there was anything left, he could always run to the mountains.....

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Dent was studying the deployment figures necessary for the amphibious landing that was intended to serve as the coup de grace against the Communist Xenizens. He thought for a moment and pulled out his secure communications array and set up a conference call between the Free Xenizens and Mass Pwnage's forces.

"This is General Taylor Dent of the Incorporated Sarzonian Army. We need to start coordinating our actions better so we can avoid mistakes," he said. Like bombing civilians when we're trying to win the battle for their hearts and minds, he thought as a scowl crossed his face when he thought of the Pwnagian bombing raids. Makes our jobs a whole lot fucking harder.

"I'm getting ready to meet with the Free Xenizen military command. I need to see someone from Mass Pwnage who has similar authority. I want us to meet starting at 0400 hours. Dent out."

Dent studied the topographical map and sent his next message to Fleet Admiral Marcus via maximum encryption.

"Steve, it's General Dent."

"How's it going Taylor?"

"Good, good. Listen, how soon are we going to be ready to launch the offensive?"

"We've got most of the forces in place now that the fleets blockading Hiroshiko have arrived and have set up shop."

"Great. I want us to begin the landing at 0600 hours, secure beachheads, set up a temporary land base, and start marching. I want us to split up the Commie part of this country into three sections. Any military forces get in our way, barrel into 'em."

"General, you need to have eyes in the back of your head."

"That's where the UAVs and the tacsats come in."

"Oh?"

"The tacsat is a tactical satellite, a mini-satellite if you will. It's going to be used to get images of possible insurgent movements and we'll be able to link the tacsats with our own GPS locator software to get an idea of where to expect the bad guys."

"I'm familiar with the term," Marcus said. "All the same, won't they be detected?"

"Not if the pinkos' space assets are shot to hell and we've suppressed their radar sites."

"That's going to be a job for our anti-radar missiles and the naval air wings."

"Understood. Dent out."

Dent approached the meeting location and strapped on his kevlar armor and helmet. He looked around as the helicopter landed and he got out, looking for a tent or wherever he might find a Free Xenizen military leader.

Commander Huang got out of his tent, having enjoyed a pot of strong, cowboy-style-horseshoe-standing-up black coffee. He saw General Dent looking for somebody, and guessed it might be him. He said to Dent, in a slightly joking voice that resembled Robert Duvall's:

"General Dent, if you're looking for somebody in charge, you found him. I'm Commander Constantine Huang, Head of the Free Xenizen Forces Military Command."

Dent looked slightly perplexed that Huang knew his name, but paid it no mind.

"Commander," he said with a slight nod. "When that Mass Pwnagian commander gets here, we've got a lot to discuss. I'm getting a division and two armoured brigades on the ground. We'll talk about what we need to do to win this war."

Dent pulled out his map and the battle plan he cooked up, along with it some notes from Fleet Admiral Marcus.

"We've got the advantage of combined strength but we need to be more coordinated, especially if there's a possibility of us facing an insurgency. Those Pwnagians are making that task a whole hell of a lot harder by launching those bombing runs. That's not the way you demoralise a civvie populace."

He looked up at Huang and waited for his reply.

Dent looked slightly perplexed that Huang knew his name, but paid it no mind.

"Commander," he said with a slight nod. "When that Mass Pwnagian commander gets here, we've got a lot to discuss. I'm getting a division and two armoured brigades on the ground. We'll talk about what we need to do to win this war."

Dent pulled out his map and the battle plan he cooked up, along with it some notes from Fleet Admiral Marcus.

"We've got the advantage of combined strength but we need to be more coordinated, especially if there's a possibility of us facing an insurgency. Those Pwnagians are making that task a whole hell of a lot harder by launching those bombing runs. That's not the way you demoralise a civvie populace."

He looked up at Huang and waited for his reply.

Huang then nodded and said, "Somehow, I'd have to agree....they are going a bit far, what with a Dresden every 24 hours. As for us, we've launched an attack from Wuhan and Shanghai, pushing into the center of Shaanxi, Henan, and Shandong Provinces."

His face then grew slightly sour. "Intel indicates there's a Red General going about, named Tsing Shi Tao. He's still got men, and he's roving around the North, like Robert E. Lee in his last days.....bastard. He's going 70 miles a day, the only thing that's slowing him up is a lack of supplies, what with the constant bombing and all."

Huang then proposed: "Perhaps a landing at Tianjin might get their attention. How's that sound?"

"Sounds good," Dent said. We've assembled a medium-sized squadron there, including one of our new Brandywine-class light dreadnaughts. A few of those and some of our Normandys should give 'em some good distractions. We'll launch some stand off missiles and some raids from our light carriers and land the troops there. Perhaps you can take a battalion or two and give them a diversion?

"I think a special ops attack on their convoys is also a good idea. We can take their supplies for our own and we can hamper their war effort."

Dent leaned back slightly and waited for Huang's next suggestion.

"Sounds good," Dent said. We've assembled a medium-sized squadron there, including one of our new Brandywine-class light dreadnaughts. A few of those and some of our Normandys should give 'em some good distractions. We'll launch some stand off missiles and some raids from our light carriers and land the troops there. Perhaps you can take a battalion or two and give them a diversion?

"I think a special ops attack on their convoys is also a good idea. We can take their supplies for our own and we can hamper their war effort."

Dent leaned back slightly and waited for Huang's next suggestion.

Huang then said: "We can do some paradrop to the south of Tianjin, yes. Most of what's left of SOG is in California now, but I think a battalion of Korean Paras would give them a shock, bagpipes and all."

It was hard maintaining such a huge airforce. But it was worth the price. Communist Upper Xen was a smoking, burned out wreck and MassPwnage was to thank for such destruction. Still, they weren't finished yet. Just a little bit more bombing would do it though. But first, some propaganda.

The next day, the hypersoars revisited their targets. They dropped not bombs, but propaganda leaflets ordering that the Communist Xenizen citizens stop resisting, or that they would face "a rain of ruin from the air". The Great Leader was serious too. He was thinking of using nuclear weapons on Upper Xenizen civilians if they didn't stop (ooc: I won't, i'll never).

Meanwhile, the Pwnage airforce struck the first blows to General Xing's army.

A flight of high altitude SB-07s fired hundreds of long range air to surface munitions at a column of tanks and infantry attempting to move across a bridge.... G80Ls danced above overhead Upper Xenizen Infantry positions, hitting their positions and supply blocks with incendiaries and high explosives.

~*~*~*~*

MassPwnage's fleet, free to move around, was getting ready to land an army group at Tianjin. Central command contacted Xenizen and Sarzonian command in Upper Xen with the message "Hey, where do you want us to be?"

1 army group=

375,000 men.
300 DT-115 Drone Tanks
6,000 T-125 Proletariat Main Battle Tanks
10,000 T98XR Tanks
3000 MRLS-6 rockets
6000 MA-105 Artillery Tanks.
50,000 VBL utlity vehicles.
102,000 Supply Trucks.
10,000 SAH-27i Helicopters
2,000 G-20 Light Ground Support Planes
1,000 ASF-05 UCAVs

It was hard maintaining such a huge airforce. But it was worth the price. Communist Upper Xen was a smoking, burned out wreck and MassPwnage was to thank for such destruction. Still, they weren't finished yet. Just a little bit more bombing would do it though. But first, some propaganda.

The next day, the hypersoars revisited their targets. They dropped not bombs, but propaganda leaflets ordering that the Communist Xenizen citizens stop resisting, or that they would face "a rain of ruin from the air". The Great Leader was serious too. He was thinking of using nuclear weapons on Upper Xenizen civilians if they didn't stop (ooc: I won't, i'll never).

Meanwhile, the Pwnage airforce struck the first blows to General Xing's army.

A flight of high altitude SB-07s fired hundreds of long range air to surface munitions at a column of tanks and infantry attempting to move across a bridge.... G80Ls danced above overhead Upper Xenizen Infantry positions, hitting their positions and supply blocks with incendiaries and high explosives.

~*~*~*~*

MassPwnage's fleet, free to move around, was getting ready to land an army group at Tianjin. Central command contacted Xenizen and Sarzonian command in Upper Xen with the message "Hey, where do you want us to be?"

1 army group=

375,000 men.
300 DT-115 Drone Tanks
6,000 T-125 Proletariat Main Battle Tanks
10,000 T98XR Tanks
3000 MRLS-6 rockets
6000 MA-105 Artillery Tanks.
50,000 VBL utlity vehicles.
102,000 Supply Trucks.
10,000 SAH-27i Helicopters
2,000 G-20 Light Ground Support Planes
1,000 ASF-05 UCAVs

Huang smiled and said, "Glad you boys decided to calm down a little. We FXF are moving north through Shaanxi, Henan, and Shandong Provinces, and I want you to take Dailan. Is that okay?"