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Hal Far Air Force Base, Malta

It was the dead of night. Everything was quiet. Well, everything except the activity in Hal Far Air Force Base in Malta. The 152nd Bomber Squadron was going out on a mission with only one goal: revenge! Revenge for the 385 dead seamen who were killed by the evil nation of Duke Barol. Naturally the Cots knew that the entire people of Duke Barol wasn't to blame, so they were going after the top man. The duke himself.

Intel from special operations units on the ground had placed him in a palace in the Algerian coastline, and the Air Force weren't late to order the attack to take place. It would utilize 12 strategic bombers of the type B-8A Vulcan II. These bombers would all carry 10 GBU-31 2000-pound bombs each, giving the Cots a total of 120 GBU-31s aimed at the palace in question. There would be no need for any escorts in this mission since the Cots used stealth aircraft.

One by one, the B-8As took off and headed for the palace on the duke, located in Algiers. The area was populated, but the palace was so large that the risk of collateral damage, along with the fact that the Cots were using precision guided ordinance, were extremely small.

Once all the bombers were airborne, they assumed a loose formation at an altitude of 40 000 feet and headed for the city of Algiers. Resistance was expected to be mild to non-existent.

As the party got under way, Agent 001 seemed very nervous. He planned one of the biggest events in the history of the nation, for the air defense crew!! How could no one be suspicious? With 99% of the coastal batteries down, and only five other batteries operational in the entire state of Algeria, it was the perfect time for his dream to become a reality.
All ready, across the nation, sympathizers with the current regime were being round up, and summarily “dealt with.” After tonight, the wide spread corruption in the government would fall, only one man would be in charge, instead of the parliament (which would also be “dealt with accordingly.”)


Meanwhile, back at the palace.
Duke Barol was in a meeting with his chief advisors discussing the situation in the Galapagos Islands.
“What did we do wrong?” Admiral Coch asked.
“Nothing!!! We should respond with force! We cannot let the world see us as simple slaves of the EOL! We must attack at once!” Strategic General Johnson replied.
However, the Dukes mind was elsewhere. Why would his Chief of Security be, at a time like this, holding a party? Something was not right. All attempts to reach him have failed. “Well, he was under a lot of stress after all… Yes, that is it. Stress…” Thought the Duke.

The bombers were less then 30 minutes out. In the bombbays, the weapons operators did the final checks on the bombs before they would be dropped. Little did they know that the high-ranking source who had given the Spec.Ops team in Algeria the intel on where the Duke were, also had disabled the air defense sites, giving them easy access to the target.

"Time?"

"Twenty-six minutes out sir."

"Good. Decending to Angels ten."

Colonel Merkant, the squadron commander, was a little nervous like always before he bombed things. After all, he would kill people in this attack. That much was certain. He had on several different occations thought it over, and each time he had concluded with that if the Emperor, in form of the higher-ranking officers, said that it was OK to kill the people, then it was OK to kill the people. It was as simple as that, and now he was going to kill more people that the Emperor said was legal to kill.

Outside the cockpit window of the Colonel, the other 11 B-8As followed the lead of their colonel and decended to 10 000 feet above sealevel. In 10 minutes they would decend even more, to 2000 feet, in order to be sure to avoid radar coverage. In ten minutes they would also cross into Barolian territorial waters, and after another fifteen they would drop their bombs. All was going according to plan.

20 Minutes later…
No one heard the drone over the loud noise of the party. Well, no one except Agent 001. He felt his stomach clench, “this was it” he thought. Nothing can be done to stop him now. All of his pieces were falling into place. The end of the dominion. The beginning of an empire. Yes, that is what it would be, The Empire. He like the way that sounded. He could picture news flashes… “Imperial forces have taken control of the terrorist emplacement and remain victorious!” Or “The Empire has extended its reach across the globe…” Ahhh, life is beautiful, when you have power….

"Time to target, six minutes. Arming all weapons."

"We are entering over land in five minutes. Prepare to pull up."

The cockpits of the twelve B-8A Vulcan II bombers were tense now. They were not far from the target. In five minutes, they would pull up to an altitude of 7000 feet and open the bombbay doors. Then they would be lit up for the whole of Algiers' radar sites to see. Hopefully the Barolians wouldn't have the time to send up fighters or spin up SAM sites untill the Cots were well away. The bombs would be out in less then a minute after they were within range, and the bombers would be relatively safe again.

Three Minutes Later

The Duke got up out of his chair. He knew he heard something. As he walked over to the window, he thought he saw some black shapes high in the sky, silhouetted against the moon. Yes, there they were again! He asked his aids if they had any operations going that evening, they all said no and that maybe the Duke should get some rest, how could anything penetrate this airspace? It was air tight, well except for the coast…

About two and a half minutes later

Some lights started blinking in the air control room of the palace defense facility. However, only one man was on duty that night because of the party, and he was locked in a closet, a single hole going through his head… By the time the generals realized what was happening, it was too late…

"Opening doors.... now. Doors open."

The bombbay doors of the B-8A Vulcan II opened up to show the ten GBU-31 JDAM bombs to the world below. Not that they could see the bombs due to the darkness of the night. The other B-8As did the same.

"Within range... now. Bombs away, bombs away!"

The first of the ten bombs was released and started its fall. After less then a second, the other one fell out, followed by the third, fourth, etc. The other bombers did the same thing, and less then a minute later, the first of the 120 bombs detonated against the palace walls, crumbling them. There would be no survival for the inhabitants.

2 days later.
With a majority of the rubble cleared, and everyone accounted for, Agent 001 held a public meeting.
“Ladies and Gentlemen. I stand before you as a man with a broken heart. Our leader, The Duke, has been killed in a surprise attack. He was a friend, a savior to us all. Now we must avenge him. I will not stop until the traitors are caught and killed. You must all remain vigilant. If you are suspicious of someone you know, if you think they were involved with this or other plots against the government, IT IS YOUR DUTY AS A CITIZEN TO REPORT THEM! As we speak, thousands of spies are being rounded up. However, that is not enough. I feel that it is necessary to invoke a marshal law. In addition, for greater security, this will no longer be a dominion. We will be an EMPIRE! We will embrace our allies, and DESTROY our enemies! No more, will we attack an ally on the open sea. No more will we kill our friends. We stand for what is righteous and good in this world. We are UNITED!
I was a civil servant with no name, just a number. As an Emperor, I cannot be nameless. I am Emperor Alexander Stoneberg. The soviern of our land.
Thank you.”
Music playing is Imperial March.
Ooc: And so it ends. The dominion is now known as The Empire.

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Announcement to the world

The Empire of Cotland takes notice of the change of government in the former Dominion of Duke Barol, and will reconsider its opinion on Duke Barol once this new government has been in office for a period of time.

The Empire further invite all nations interested in the relations between Cotland and Barol to a press conference in Cotlandstad tommorrow at 12 noon.

Regards
Imperial Government of Cotland

Telegram
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From: Neuvo Rica
To: Cotland

We would gladly send a team to this conference. We wish to gain further information on the relations between Cotland and Duke Barol.

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ooc: Stupid question I know, but where is Cotlandstadt on Earth II?

ooc:if it didnt happen yet,
IC:
I will personaly attend

Emperor Alexander

ooc:if it did happen, please ignore this and the man behind the curtain.

The Empire reminds the nation formerly known as the Dominion of Duke Barol that they are still considered hostile by Cotland, and any attempt of entering Cottish airspace will be met with the business end of either

a) one or more MIM-104F Patriot PAC-2 missile(s)
b) one or more AIM-120C AMRAAM missile(s)
c) one or more AIM-9X Sidewinder missile(s)
d) one or more RIM-156C Standard Block IV SM-2 ER missile(s)
e) one or more 20mm projectile(s)
f) one or more 88mm projectile(s)

The press conference will be broadcasted live via Internet on the following website: http://www.empire.gov.cot/public_relations/press_conf_58915783A.html

If the nation formerly known as the Dominion of Duke Barol wishes to be informed of the information issued on the press conference in question, we advise them to view it on said website.

Regards,
Imperial Government of Cotland

ooc: Stupid question I know, but where is Cotlandstadt on Earth II?

It is the city of Kazan in Russia, only renamed. And in E2 it's a new city, having been built only 12 years ago.

ooc: That clears that one up...

The Empire reminds the nation formerly known as the Dominion of Duke Barol that they are still considered hostile by Cotland, and any attempt of entering Cottish airspace will be met with the business end of either

a) one or more MIM-104F Patriot PAC-2 missile(s)
b) one or more AIM-120C AMRAAM missile(s)
c) one or more AIM-9X Sidewinder missile(s)
d) one or more RIM-156C Standard Block IV SM-2 ER missile(s)
e) one or more 20mm projectile(s)
f) one or more 88mm projectile(s)

The press conference will be broadcasted live via Internet on the following website: http://www.empire.gov.cot/public_relations/press_conf_58915783A.html

If the nation formerly known as the Dominion of Duke Barol wishes to be informed of the information issued on the press conference in question, we advise them to view it on said website.

Regards,
Imperial Government of Cotland

ok, realy stupid question comming----is that a real address? i went there and i got an error message.

ok, realy stupid question comming----is that a real address? i went there and i got an error message.
................................yes.......... :headbang:

................................yes.......... :headbang:

feel free to punch me in the face if you ever see me. better now? wait, yes it exists? or no? ::hides in corner::

Yes, the adress is a fake. The thing I meant was that the press conference is to be held here, but ICly you'd have to watch it on said website, which ICly is the official website of the Imperial Government of Cotland. Did you think that I'd establish a website with such a adress? That sort of s*** costs money. Use your head.

:: punches DB in face ::

No, I don't really feel better. I'm tired after reading 230 pages of english grammar, litterature and texts all day, and from looking forward to reading another 230 pages tommorrow in preperation for my final exam on Friday. So excuse me if I happen to, say, send a nuke after your new Emperor or go to war against you in my frustration. It's nothing personal.

Yes, the adress is a fake. The thing I meant was that the press conference is to be held here, but ICly you'd have to watch it on said website, which ICly is the official website of the Imperial Government of Cotland. Did you think that I'd establish a website with such a adress? That sort of s*** costs money. Use your head.

:: punches DB in face ::

No, I don't really feel better. I'm tired after reading 230 pages of english grammar, litterature and texts all day, and from looking forward to reading another 230 pages tommorrow in preperation for my final exam on Friday. So excuse me if I happen to, say, send a nuke after your new Emperor or go to war against you in my frustration. It's nothing personal.
oy vey. i know the feeling ::punches english teacher in face::

OCC: so you :)unched your English teacher in the face did you?