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The Millenium Group was formed in the dieing days of the Second World War, a desperate attempt to win the war by taming the powers of the supernatural to the will of the Third Reich. In the flaming ruin of Hitler's defeat, much of the Millenium organisation fled in secret to South America, where they continued their plans, their research. Now, with this army of a thousand Vampires, this glorious Kampff Grupp, what shall be the result.
Shall there be a weak and shit like war? Or a glorious war, the odour of gunpowder, the ruins of buildings, blood in the streets. The hammer of boots, the thunder of artillery. Shall it be Krieg?
KRIEG! KRIEG! KRIEG!
THEN LET THERE BE KRIEG!

The Major sat, surveying his glorious troops, the last bastion of a glorious Reich. They said it would last a Thousand Years, and by their struggle, it may just.
He smirked wryly, chuckling, his face animated with emotion, as he turned to pet the wolf eared boy at his side. Warrant Officer Schrodinger looked up, as the Major turned. This army was ready to announce itself to the world.

COMMUNICATIONS ACTIVE: SIEG HEIL!

"Greetings. We are the Last Battalion, you may call us Millenium., For too long,we have dwelt in your shadows, for too long have we hidden our glory from the world. Eternal life could be yours, we can grant you that gift, so long as you aid us. We will bring the fight to any who seek to oppose our glorious aims. I, the acting Fuhrer, following Mein Fuhrer's order 666, hereby declare ourselves to the world. Guten Morgen."

So, all that aside, can you give us some reason to help you other than: "RAWR! WE ARE CRUSH YOU!"?
And dont give us the 'eternal life' spiel either, Goblins have tried that before.

Oh, and we should watch out if we were you, which we arent thankfully, there are many nations out there that crush Facist and/or Nazi govornments as soon as they pop up.

"Ja, but we to not seek to war with the world, only to spread our gift to those who wish it. Manipulation, has always been better than direct conquest. We have grown quite used to its art. However, sometimes, brute force is required. This we understand. However, any who challenge the soverignty of the Reich, shall find themselves opposed. We have not waited over fifty years simply to be ignored."
-Herr Major

OOC: Hellsing Manga based nation :D

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We oppose your rather odd and pointless goal. Should you wish to take it to war, so be it, but we still find your goal pointless.

Let's number crunch, eh?

TheMilleniumGroup's Defense budget: $2,065,991,426
Tannenmille's Defense Budget: $1,045,637,807,472

Since you have voluntary military as far as I can tell, let's give 1.5% of your population to the military.

75,000 people in your entire Armed Forces. That includes Army (Heer), Navy (Marine), and Air Force (Luftwaffe). At a 1:4 logistics ratio, you have 15,000 people able to fight, including pilots in your Luftwaffe. I have over 15,000 Polizei in the Provincial Territory of Tannenian Saharistan alone, but that's another subject.

I took the liberty to calculate my armed forces numbers this morning (around 2 am) so some numbers may be off. For the most part, however, it's just great. I have compulsory military, so let's say I haev 5% of my population in the military (not a terrible stretch) Same 1:4 logistics ratio.

POPULATION: 311,000,000 = 100%
ACTIVE MILITARY: 1,000,000 0.321% of pop.
RESERVE MILITARY: 2,000,000 0.643% of pop.
LOGISTICS: 12,000,000 3.858% of pop.
TOTAL: 15,000,000 4.823% of pop.

3 million soldiers
3,150,000 MARINE
675,000 LUFTWAFFE
675,000 HEER

Your entire armed forces fit into my armed forces 200 times. And I have no quarrel in dismantling entirely the corrupt regime of a Nazi nation.

Your call. Remove your militaristic claims or beome the newest Kolonieprovinz.

"Typical Typical. We never stated we had a military agenda; only that those who directly opposed us, would find themselves as obstacles that require removal. We know we are not strong enough for war, my friends, and thus, we wish you no ill will. Do we not offer immortality? Nein? What is it they say, never look a gift horse in the mouth. Ja, that will do for now."
-Herr Major

THEN LET THERE BE KRIEG!

We will bring the fight to any who seek to oppose our glorious aims.

"THEN LET THERE BE WAR!" Hm. No military agenda? Again, I say to you: Withdraw your militaristic claims or become the newest Kolonieprovinz of Tannenmille.

We are a very war-like people, that cannot be helped. Occasionally we will throw children into pits with hungry dogs and make them fight for food. However, our aims extend not yet outside our own borders, and certainly not in any way towards you. If our nation wishes to maintain a warlike stance, then that should be purely our choice.
We have learned from the scandal of Feline Catfish, that such oppression from larger, self-assuredly 'superior' nations, end in tears. So do not seek to threaten us. Our aims remain our own, and are no business of yours, ja? Good.

But Feline Catfish was an issue of national sovereignty over nuclear weapons. Not many nations are willing to aid a National Socialist nation when their opening post calls for war.

Ah, but only against our enemies. There are many who despise our ideals, and many more who despise the Undead. There are certain factions that would hunt us to the ends of the Earth, and as such they must be eliminated, lest we find crusades knocking on our doors.

Understood. But understand that if you attack any nation or faction for any purpose, our forces will deploy.

Even if they are not affiliated with you? And perhaps people would accuse us of being overzealous? *chuckles* How hypocrisy plays its games; Janus is rife in this world we return to.

You are warmongering simply because their ideals are different from yours. I would mobilize because Naziism is despicable and a crime against humanity. I suppose that if someone attacked you and you fought back in self defense I would let it slide, but if you open hostilities with any nation, we will attack.

That, however is not fair. You proclaim to fight injustice, yet what if we had to open war with just cause? You see only one side of the problem, and that is why you are flawed. We see a bright future, where the Midian is dominant, where our old enemies are made to wallow as dogs, and bleed from the wounds of their masters heel...

And what might this "just" cause be? The enslavement and mass murder of millions of gypsies, Slavs, Serbs, Jews, and gays?

Dictator Scharfetter will not stand for this type of nation with it's intentions. He hates to see various nations walking the dark path of Fascism. His warning is that you go back into hiding and leave the world out of your problems.

Signed,
Nina Rangel
Secretary of Foreign Affairs

Not at all. While we do recruit from a pure stock, we have no qualms about who we feed from. If any should die that we may live, why discriminate. No, we seek to savor the joys of war, limitlessly...For the next war, and the next war, and the next...

Let's number crunch, eh?

TheMilleniumGroup's Defense budget: $2,065,991,426
Tannenmille's Defense Budget: $1,045,637,807,472

Since you have voluntary military as far as I can tell, let's give 1.5% of your population to the military.

75,000 people in your entire Armed Forces. That includes Army (Heer), Navy (Marine), and Air Force (Luftwaffe). At a 1:4 logistics ratio, you have 15,000 people able to fight, including pilots in your Luftwaffe. I have over 15,000 Polizei in the Provincial Territory of Tannenian Saharistan alone, but that's another subject.

I took the liberty to calculate my armed forces numbers this morning (around 2 am) so some numbers may be off. For the most part, however, it's just great. I have compulsory military, so let's say I haev 5% of my population in the military (not a terrible stretch) Same 1:4 logistics ratio.

POPULATION: 311,000,000 = 100%
ACTIVE MILITARY: 1,000,000 0.321% of pop.
RESERVE MILITARY: 2,000,000 0.643% of pop.
LOGISTICS: 12,000,000 3.858% of pop.
TOTAL: 15,000,000 4.823% of pop.

3 million soldiers
3,150,000 MARINE
675,000 LUFTWAFFE
675,000 HEER

Your entire armed forces fit into my armed forces 200 times. And I have no quarrel in dismantling entirely the corrupt regime of a Nazi nation.

Your call. Remove your militaristic claims or beome the newest Kolonieprovinz.

OOC:

Trying to number-wank and stat-wank over a newcomer nation? Two can play at that game...

Tannenmille's Defense Budget: $1,045,637,807,472
Sharina's Defense Budget: $11,375,736,976,563

Tannenmille's population of 311 million.
Sharina's population of 1.711 billion.

Tannenmille's Civil Rights: Good.
Tannenmille's Economy: Thriving.
Tannenmille's Political Freedoms: Some.

Sharina's Civil Rights: Superb.
Sharina's Economy: Frightening.
Sharina's Political Freedoms: Superb.


I can wank 10x your defense budget, as well as 5 1/2 your population. In addition my people have higher civil rights, economy, and political freedoms than you.

So in other words, I can crush you, just like you crush the newcomer nation. Thus, lay off the threats, or you shall find yourself tasting your own medicine. Then again, I don't enjoy wanking, but even without wanking, I can easily take care of you. ;)

Therefore, leave the newcomer alone and let him learn how to RP and try to establish himself before being wiped out. Wiping out a newbie on his / her first week on NS isn't exactly the best way to encourage more newcomers and potential good RP'ers.

OOC: First day actually *sniffle* And anyways, do any of you know anything about Millenium? *sigh* :P

OOC:

Trying to number-wank and stat-wank over a newcomer nation? Two can play at that game...
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OOC:
Not to sound like a suck up or anything, but...
pwned.

OOC: Lol, well said Goblins. So, are you like Warcraft Goblins?> Or just plain old Goblins?

OOC:
Well, they look like MTG Goblins, but the rest is basicaly of my own inventions.

OOC: First day actually *sniffle* And anyways, do any of you know anything about Millenium? *sigh* :P

I'd be happy to protect you if need be, or your people could seek refuge in my nation if necessary. :)

As for Millennium, I do recall that show that had the same actor who did the android in the Aliens movies. I think his name was Lance Henriksen or something. However, I only saw a few episodes, so I probably missed a lot of stuff.

OOC: Different Millenium.
These guys are from Hellsing Manga, one of the reasons its vastly better than the Anime :P

Aug 2004
Apr 2005

Perchance that is the reason? And I'm not going to storm into his nation and murder the entire population. If you're going to protect his nation: Why? He's openly Nazi. I can see why anybody would want to protect any non-Nazis in the population, but I don't see a defendable reason for backing Naziism.

ooc: i think s/he meant as to protect the nation since he is small... not from any political stand point.

That is respectable. I'm not going to roll in and take over, trust me. I don't have the time to co-ordinate possibly three military contingents (one in Saharistan, possibly one in Colorado and Texas and then if I did start one this one) realistically without crippling my logistics. It would be a godmod just to attack this nation, much less do any amount of actual battle.

OOC: Just for the record, i in no way IRL support Nazi-ism....But Millenium are so kool....
Maybe I would have been better being 'Iscariot'

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Double post. :(

OOC:

I don't even know any anime, manga, etc. All I know are TV shows, movies, Superman + Teenage Ninja Turtles comics, and classic cartoons like Looney Tunes.

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bump; come on peoples..

All of you who try to reason with the Mieelnium Group: It is futile. Do you want to know what they're reason for all of this madness is?

To Be Able To Taste The Joy Of War Forever.

For The Next War, And For The War After That.

(Big Hellsing Fan Too!)

Message to: Mellinum

"Ah. Hello. Wait. Gimme a sec."

After a while, the Premier got on.

"Amperestunde, Grüße Führer. Ich hoffe, daß Relationen zwischen unseren zwei Nationen sehr gut sind und wir froh sind, von Ihr Bestehen zu hören. Ich begrüße Sie und ich wünsche, daß Sie uns nicht vergessen. Hagel zum Sieg!"

OOC: OOC: Just for the record, i in no way IRL support Nazi-ism....But Millenium are so kool....
Maybe I would have been better being 'Iscariot'
No!!!! There'a already enough Iscariot-like organizations out there, they're called facist republican nations. We need the crazy nazis! I will personally protect you!

These guys are all losers who have never read one of the greatest mangas of all time, nor seen one of the greatest animes of all time. BTW, I heard that they're re-doing the anime to fit the manga, can you say anything about that?

Transmission from satellite station "BETX9" to "The Millenium Group"

Axis Nova has an interest in your group. Might we send a delegation that we may further discuss your objectives?

OOC: I don't like Manga, Anime, or anything like that, but I sure love anything German. German=One of the top three coolest languages.

Message to: Mellinum

"Ah. Hello. Wait. Gimme a sec."

After a while, the Premier got on.

"Amperestunde, Grüße Führer. Ich hoffe, daß Relationen zwischen unseren zwei Nationen sehr gut sind und wir froh sind, von Ihr Bestehen zu hören. Ich begrüße Sie und ich wünsche, daß Sie uns nicht vergessen. Hagel zum Sieg!"

Hast du Hellsing geliest/gesiehst? Ich glaube dass Ich muss ein neues land machen. Ein land so wie Mellinium. Fuer dieses RP, natuerlich.

Es tut mir leid. Ich habe kein Duetsches Tastatur, folglich ich muss ue ae und oe Art. Und Ich habe eben drei Jahren Deutsch studieren, so mein Deutsch ist nicht so gut.

OOC: I don't like Manga, Anime, or anything like that, but I sure love anything German. German=One of the top three coolest languages.
So...I guess you only half fail.

Hast du Hellsing geliest/gesiehst? Ich glaube dass Ich muss ein neues land machen. Ein land so wie Mellinium. Fuer dieses RP, natuerlich.

Es tut mir leid. Ich habe kein Duetsches Tastatur, folglich ich muss ue ae und oe Art. Und Ich habe eben drei Jahren Deutsch studieren, so mein Deutsch ist nicht so gut.


Ich schlage, daß Sie nicht um Ihren deutschen Christopher Thomas sich sorgen sollten vor, es bin weit überlegen meinem entsetzlichen Deutschen.

Transmission from satellite station "BETX9" to "The Millenium Group"

Axis Nova has an interest in your group. Might we send a delegation that we may further discuss your objectives?


We stand willing and ready to recieve your delegation; of course they will have to arrive under cover of darkness. We await and anticipate your arrival. It has been long since I have had the....honor of recieving guests.

-Herr Major

OOC:
No!!!! There'a already enough Iscariot-like organizations out there, they're called facist republican nations. We need the crazy nazis! I will personally protect you!

These guys are all losers who have never read one of the greatest mangas of all time, nor seen one of the greatest animes of all time. BTW, I heard that they're re-doing the anime to fit the manga, can you say anything about that?

OOC: Yeah, apparently series two will have Millenium.

After all, the 'Psalm of Darkness' video had the Major, flanked by the silhouettes of Doc and the Captain :P

In an Axis Nova base, a number of diplomats and their escorts board a Frigate-class airship, and some 'special cargo' is loaded onboard as a gift of goodwill, as well as a certain item from the Axis Nova Historical Archives.

As soon as the loading is complete, the airship's tesla turbines spin up and it heaves itself off the concrete, heading towards South America. Due to the distances involved, it would take about 30 hours to reach it's destination...

In an Axis Nova base, a number of diplomats and their escorts board a Frigate-class airship, and some 'special cargo' is loaded onboard as a gift of goodwill, as well as a certain item from the Axis Nova Historical Archives.

As soon as the loading is complete, the airship's tesla turbines spin up and it heaves itself off the concrete, heading towards South America. Due to the distances involved, it would take about 30 hours to reach it's destination...

Millenium was preparing. From the command chair, marked with great golden eagles; banners hanging from the walls embossed with Swastikas; Herr Major sat, a cat eared boy sitting at his side, purring as the Major smirked softly, glancing at the great map of the world which dominated the wall.

"Mein Fuhrer" A voice behind him, as the figure bowed; its long whire coat swishing about him, the insane grin upon his face as his 12 fingers intertwined and cracked.

"Ah, my Dear Professor. How do things progress, Doc?"

"All is well; Rip Van has made her move."

"Good, Good...And vat of our announcement to the world?"

"Apparently, we are to expect guests."

"Good; prepare for their arrival. Schrodinger" His eyes turned to the youth at his side, who sprang up.

"Ja, Herr Major?"

"Be sure to entertain our guests"

The boy grinned, saulting crisply, as he faded away.

"Now, dear Doctor; come; tell me of the progress you have made...How many?"

"At present, 50 fully operational Kampff Grupps. Each with a thousand soldiers. A thousand Midians..."

"Excellent; I cannot wait, dear Doctor. To watch war erupt again; to hear the pounding of artillery and bootheels; the very scent of death..."

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Tannenmille .. your military shouldn’t be that big, you cant go throwing your Wight around your not powerful enough, and going around randomly invading nations that are trying to rp is not a good idea Trust me..

OOC: Thank you. I'm really trying to RP :( Thats all I really wanna do...

To:Guten Morgen
From:The Bretarian Foriegn Office


We have only one thing to say, keep your wars and "manipulation" away from Bretar, it's protectorate and it's peoples.

End Message.

As the Axis Nova frigate enters Millenium Group airspace, it begins scanning for a landing strip or a landing beacon, or some such.

"This is Axis Nova Air Navy Vessel 'Minos', on a diplomatic mission. Please respond."

From the mass of jungle and buildings; lights emanate in the darkness, the great runway revealed.

"Ja, Foreign diplomatic vessel, please land at designated runway; there you vill be met by officers of the Reich, and escorted to meet the Fuhrer."

With that, all communications cut out, and the darkness and silence took hold; the only lights seemingly the runway....

As the large airship comes in for a landing, it's Tesla turbines switch to VTOL mode as it reduces speed to a hover. Searchlights are activated to allow a better view of the landing area (saftey reasons, so that it doesn't whack into anything), and landing legs extend as the craft slowly settles to the ground, a chnk-HSSS being heard as the shock absorbers in the landing legs take up the load.

As soon as the Tesla turbines finish spooling down, a large cargo ramp unlatches from the belly of the frigate and lowers to the ground with a pneumatic hiss. The Axis Nova delegation begins coming down the ramp,followed by a few crewmen to inspect the landing gear and make sure it's in decent order and has set properly.

"Heil" The voice echoed from the bottom of the ramp; where a grinning woman in black uniform stood; a curl delicated balanced at the front of her head. A Musket slung over one shoulder; her eyes serious and cold behind her glasses; her freckled face seeming all to serious, petted lip over ivory fangs.
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"Herr Major is waiting."

Flanked by guards in full SS regalia; they were lead deep into the facility; eventually coming to an immense chamber; seats around a great table, while a figure stood, staring out a glass window. Below, countless troops, weapons, vehicles, could all be seen; all readied for war. That everpresent threat and desire.

The Major turned.
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"Greetings; and welcome to our humble Operation. I am the Major. This, is Millenium."

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(OOC: My apologies for the extreme delay... I have no other excuse than to say I literally forgot this thread due to some other stuff going on >.<)

A man about five feet tall, with a slight paunch, grey hair, and brown eyes steps foreward.

"Greetings. I am Ambassador Marcus Weathers, of the Imperial Realm of Axis Nova."

She smirked beautifully, impishly, tittering softly; her voice, dripping with accent sliding forth across her lips. "I am Lieutenant Rip Van Winkle" She grinned slightly. "And I offer the Major's greetings to our humble operation...We seek to uphold the ideals of the thousand year Reich; the Eternal War Machine; a vast and growing organisation of Midian's, to eventually extend our reach far and wide."

They contimnued to move; deeper into the facility "Ja, Ja...We are a growing body of intelligence and arms; a growing venture that hails back to the Great National Socialist Conflict."

[OCC: Seems like a very novel idea, mind if I get involved?]

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Diplomatic Ecclesiastical Edict

Highly Encrypted - Code JD-Alpha 6
To: The Empire of The Millenium Group
From: His Most Worthy High Ecclesiarchy of the Holy Empire of Xirnium

It is with some interest that the High Ecclesiarchy has learnt of your startling claim to be the resurgent remnant of the Third Reich. If what you say is truly so then you are a indeed a peculiar relic from a past age.

As a former member of the now long dissolved Tripartite Pact, and an ally of Germany during the horror that was the Second World War, you might say that Holy Xirnium has a unique curiosity in your claim. Although our ideologies are fundamentally opposed (yours being that of a totalitarian dictatorship and ours a liberal democracy) we see no intrinsic harm in a mere diplomatic meeting, and request one with your nation.

We await your reply with interest.

High Lord Ertham Nidor (http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a25/Dennis134/GrandCardinal.jpg)
Grand Cardinal and Chief Minister of the Patriarchate of the High Ecclesiarchy


[OCC: I haven't yet written a detailed history of Holy Xirnium during WWII, but there are some very brief details in this (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=10074148&postcount=7) post of my incomplete factbook, which you can view from the link in my signature]

Top Secret; Encoded Transmission; Z-Alpha-39

To: The Holy Empire of Xirnium

Indeed; we would be more than happy to welcome a diplomat here; or would you rather that we sent a diplomat? We can, of course, accomodate either way. Though you truly seem opposed ideologically, you were once our allies; Allies of the soverign Reich that by our endeavors shall last a Thousand years.

We welcome allies, past, present and future; to feast at our table; a goblet held before a field of spears, that beckons to be drank. We offer the primal fount. State the terms of our meeting; and our reminiscing can begin, ja?

The Major; Acting Fuhrer and Commanding Officer of Letztes Batallion

Diplomatic Ecclesiastical Edict
Highly Encrypted - Code JD-Alpha 6
To: The Major, The Empire of The Millenium Group
From: His Most Worthy High Ecclesiarchy of the Holy Empire of Xirnium

Very well, you may expect a high-level delegation to arrive by Airbus A380 aircraft within several days to discuss important matters of state. If possible I shall attend the talks personally, for the startling return of an, until now, believed long gone ally is certainly not a minor matter by any stretch of the imagination.

And perhaps we may indeed reminisce, for I still remember vividly my own service on the frozen hell of the Leningrad Front almost sixty-five years ago, as do many who lived through those remarkable times.

High Lord Ertham Nidor (http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a25/Dennis134/GrandCardinal.jpg)
Grand Cardinal and Chief Minister of the Patriarchate of the High Ecclesiarchy

The Dragon's Order takes offense to Millenium's initiative. Our supreme Voivode sends not only his taunts, but the message that Millenium should have stayed down the first time he put them down. Both he and his companion Integral Hellsing are fully prepared to mount an attack should Millenium decide to spread the plague of their scientifically engineered filth.

"In the name of God, impure souls of the living dead will be banished into eternal damnation. Amen."

Only three agencies upon this Earth have ever tried to use the Undead as an acting Army; Us, you, and the Order of Protestant Knights. Your whorish knave of a concubine cannot harm us; we who have survived the rigours of war over and over and over...To savour and spread conflict; for the next war, unt the Next War....Never-ending conflict.

The Midian race, the Eternal Reich; shall never surrender; not to Nosferatu Alucard; or any other force upon the face of this Earth.

SIEG HEIL!

- The Major.

Survived the rigors of war like a weed burrowing underground only to be hacked off at the stem another time. Do you like defeat so much that you propse war over and again? Perhaps you enjoy the bitter smell of your own rotten blood and the screams of your armies as they are cut down.

We have played this game before, you and I, though victory was not yours. You ran. You ran and hid and this time, if you don't stay in your sandbox, I will rip you out by the roots.

And I will not allow your insult to my former master to rouse my ire. I know you desire her and it is your inability to fornicate with anything other than that catboy at your ankles that makes you act out so.

Little Midian, do we excite and torment you so much that you resort to petty insults? Oh Alucard; you do dishonor us with your...Feeble whimperings. Hiding in your castle; cowering and jeering with empty threats; while I build Kampff Gruppe after Kampff Gruppe for the procurement of an eternal Reich?

I shall enjoy reducing you to but a sample in our collection for the Doctor to toy with. I shall enjoy having the young Miss Hellsing raped and defiled; her body to become nothing but a mindless ghoul; and ja, I shall rather enjoy inhaling the sweet scent of her burning flesh. The fields of burning bodies and impaled untermenschen shall reach to your door as it seems to snowfall with ashes. Come against us; we shall be waiting; So be it - By the gates of hell! A fitting quote for thee Alucard; our Samiel....

Hereby it is decalred that the Motherland shall extend its arms in....friendship by allowing this nation to have Nuclear Weapons! All you must do is allow us to ship it to various cities for your own safe storage and we will gladly hand the detonators over to you!

Over eight 1,000 Giga-Ton Hydrogen Bombs can be yours, free of charge! Just allow us to ship them to your cities, give us their names of course, and we will store them safely!

.....

For you to use of course...

Do we appear to be fools? We will not give away our cities for you to detonate bombs in them; for your thinly veiled attempts at trickery are more transparent than your minds; less full of form than any intellect, or supposed intellect that you could muster. You will give them to us at a secure location or not at all; on that note, begone from our sight, presumptuous untermenschen!

Good, good. Your not as stupid as your idiotic predessecors, whom openly accepted our Nukes and were OBLITERATED!

Congradulations, you passed our test! You will now live to the ripe old age of...oh...a few more seconds. Then we'll decide what to do with you then.

We need a nuclear testing ground anyway....

ANYWAYS......Your free to go....now be gone and never be nazistic again! Rawr....or I'll nuke you! Yea...

Seriously, just don't threaten people again.

[OOC: I trust it is ok if I speed it up to the meeting on the runway?]

Somewhere in the isolated rainforests of South America a Xirniumite Airbus A380 aircraft landed flawlessly at one of the Millenium Empire’s aerodromes, its tires screeching as the breaks engaged and brought the lumbering beast to a hault. The aircraft had received the proper clearance from the Nazi authorities and landed without incident, the landing strip eerily illuminated by the twinkling lights while, strangely enough, the rest of the city seemed blacked-out. The Xirniumite delegation hurridly prepared to disembark, ready for their extraordinary meeting with the government of this Third Reich successor state.

Lord Cardinal Veleth Rostern sighed deeply, steeling himself for the coming diplomatic meeting as he briskly exited the aircraft. The man was flanked on either side by his darkly cloaked Inquisition Acolyte guard, six grim-faced soldiers in total. High Lord Nidor had unfortunately been unable, after all, to come to the meeting (the Kukonois naval crisis at home requiring his personal attention) and it had instead fallen to the Lord Cardinal and Vice Foreign Minister, Rostern, to meet with these most interesting individuals, characters who might have come from right out of a chapter of Holy Xirnium's martial history.

Little Midian, do we excite and torment you so much that you resort to petty insults? Oh Alucard; you do dishonor us with your...Feeble whimperings. Hiding in your castle; cowering and jeering with empty threats; while I build Kampff Gruppe after Kampff Gruppe for the procurement of an eternal Reich?

I shall enjoy reducing you to but a sample in our collection for the Doctor to toy with. I shall enjoy having the young Miss Hellsing raped and defiled; her body to become nothing but a mindless ghoul; and ja, I shall rather enjoy inhaling the sweet scent of her burning flesh. The fields of burning bodies and impaled untermenschen shall reach to your door as it seems to snowfall with ashes. Come against us; we shall be waiting; So be it - By the gates of hell! A fitting quote for thee Alucard; our Samiel....

And I will making you squeal like a pig on spit- that is what you will become, Major. A plaything to hang in a position of honor outside the battlements of my castle. Remember the words of the opera you invoke- if thou wouldst dress the dead and play amongst them- thou wilst join their ranks. And soon you will. I have a special place reserved in my soul army for you, Major.

Your challenge is matched and met, though I do think you will find the conditions of this battle . .far different from the last.

"Gentlemen, I love var.

Gentlemen, I... Love Var.

Gentlemen. I SO LOVE VAR.

I love holocaust. I love blitzkrieg. I love onslaught. I love defensive.

I love besiegement. I love breakthrough. I love retreat. I love mop-up. I love vithdrawal.

On the plains, in the streets, in the trenches, on the prairies, on the tundra, in the desert, on the sea, in the sky, in the mud, in the svamp.

I cherish each und every vay var can be vaged on this earth.

I love the thunderous roar of all artillery arrayed at the battle line firing at once, as it blows avay the enemy line.

My heart dances ven the bodies of enemy troops are hurled into the air in pieces from a direct hit.

I love it ven a tiger tank smashes un enemy tank vith its 88mm cannon.

It left a varm feeling in my chest vhen the enemy soldiers vould jump screaming from the blazing tank, only to be mowed down by machine gun fire.

I love it ven the infantry ranks owerrun the enemy line, bayonets first.

It moves me ven I remember the sight of a new recruit in a state of panic, stabbing un already dead enemy soldier over und over.

I can hardly contain myself, thinking of hanging the defeatist deserters from streetlights.

Und it ist superb ven the enemy prisoner screams in time... vith the shriek escaping from the schmeisser I hold as I mow him down.

I even remember distinctly the 4.8 ton shrapnel shells from the Dora pulveriszing whole city blocks. Vhere the pitiful resistance fighters heroically stood up against us vith their assorted small arms.

I love the Russkie armored divisions thrown into disorder. It ist a very very sad thing ven the villages they should haf protected to the death are owerrun und the vomen und children are wiolated und killed.

I love the English und American var machines being crushed und annihilated. Their creeping about on the ground like vermin, chased by the Jabo, ist the height of humiliation.

Gentlemen.

I vish to see a var vorthy of one in hell itself.

Gentlemen, my battalion of comrades who follow me... pray tell, vat do you vish for?

Do you vish for var as a matter of course? Do you vish for a merciless, shitlike var?

Do you vish for a stormlike conflict vich runs the gamut of blowing steel und striking flame, killing ewery crow in the entire vorld?"

Every last member of Millenium gathered before him roars in triumphant elation; their words rising, carried on the winds of war "KRIEG! KRIEG!"

"Very Vell.

THEN LET IT BE KRIEG.

All our strength ist held in a clenched fist, poised to strike.

But for ve who haff continued to endure a whole half century in the depths of these dark shadows... a simple var is no longer enough!!

A GREAT VAR!! ONE BORN OF OUR SINGLE-HEARTED DEVOTION!!

Ve were merely one battalion no more than a thousand troop remnants. But I believe you are all matchless hardened weterans. So gentlemen, together ve are un army as powerful as a million regular soldiers. If.Not.More

Let us rouse those slumbering ones who drove us into the realm of forgetfullness. Let us seize them by their hag, drag them down, open their eyes, und make them remember.

Ve shall make them remember the taste of terror. Ve shall make them remember the sound of our var boots.

Ve shall remind them that something in the interval between Heaven und Earth they don't even recall vith their philosophy does indeed exist.

The Kampf Gruppe of a thousand wampires... vill burn the vorld to a crisp."

This is the sight that greets the diplomats as they enter; this is the sight that greets those who observe the Millenium broadcasts; and as the Major descends, flanked by the Doctor and the Captain; they gaze upon a leader of the very armies of Hell. A leader of Midian's; a human monster made into something far more terrible...A Midian commanding Midian's in the cruel art of war; preaching the hate-ridden philosophy that has lain dead for over 50 years...A most marvelous sight to rouse the world.

The Horde looks at this nation with both interest and disgust. Interested in your so called "supernatural abilities." So far, we can find no evidence of these things, but then again, we aren't human.

We are disgusted.....we'll because your human. FLESH PILE!

We are not human; untermenschen. We are Midians; Vampires; Werewolves; an entire army formed of the Fuhrer's dream of an eternal Reich; a thousand years strong. Hence Millenium. We have many abilities; which you shall not be privy to unless you...civilise your tone. Do not make us purge you, as so many others have been purged and bled dry...

And I will making you squeal like a pig on spit- that is what you will become, Major. A plaything to hang in a position of honor outside the battlements of my castle. Remember the words of the opera you invoke- if thou wouldst dress the dead and play amongst them- thou wilst join their ranks. And soon you will. I have a special place reserved in my soul army for you, Major.

Your challenge is matched and met, though I do think you will find the conditions of this battle . .far different from the last.

As shall you; and this time, 'Voivode', we shall make sure you are good und dead; not even your ashes shall remain. Imagine the Hellsing family taming you; making you such a pet...An untermenschen to lick at their boots; the fair fraulein ist using you; und you will never be free. Nein; you are a Midian under a human bootheel...A slave; an amusement. Ja? Our war will come swiftly' und your forests will burn, your keep will be in ashes; and we shall plant the Swastika upon the ruins of your homeland; and proclaim it as the Reich!

The sight that greeted the diplomats was indeed impressive, hearkening back to the Nuremburg rallies of long ago. The parade formations of the Nazi troops were flawless, their smart uniforms impeccably worn. It was all a show, of course, designed to intimidate and to impose.

‘Greetings to the Eternal Reich from the Holy Empire of Xirnium,’ announced the Vice Foreign Minister clearly and with a polite smile, ‘I am Lord Veleth Rostern, a Cardinal of the High Ecclesiarchy, supreme legislature of Holy Xirnium.’

‘The High Ecclesiarchy is optimistic that much can be gained from our diplomatic meeting,’ the Cardinal continued confidently, ‘that we might learn more about your fascinating nation and perhaps forge an amicable and courteous relationship despite our obvious political differences.’

"Ja; an agreement would be very very useful to us. We have many endeavours; many plans and plots and ever so many duties to attend to; that allies must become a part of our lives; a portion of our glories, ja?"

He moved down the steps; eyeing the cardinal intently; eyes gleaming with a tamed fire; a hellish glimmer in those eyes; eyes that saw fronts burn; eyes that blinked away tears through clouds of dust and ash; who saw the muddied corpses laid low before the glories of the Reich. The cold, uncaring, yet hideously mocking eyes of an SS Officer; a glorious Major of Hell's own armies.

"We have a somewhat...Sharpened hunger in these dieing days; these wakening days when the Reich stirs again; and as such, find ourselves in need. Modernity has robbed us of so much; and so we require weapons. Modern weapons; most notably technology for vehicles and hand-held weapons; as well as the secrets of the split atom; ja? Everything from the smallest Nine Millimetre to the mightiest atomic weapon; we must learn this world if we are to tame it; Master it...And in that endeavor we request your aid; ally? Brother?"

The Cardinal’s lips curled into a cruel smile. He was already anticipating the probable results of the Nazi official’s proposal as his footfalls echoed ominously with every steep on the cold, stone stairway, his hands held behind his back confidently. Lord Rostern gazed at the SS officer intently, his dark cloak billowing out behind him, as together they descended into the dark depths, the Inquisition guards and aids of the Cardinal keeping their respectful distance. Perhaps there is something to be gained by friendly relations to this nation, he wondered.

What did it matter, ultimately, that the Nazis’ political ideology be entirely alien to our own? he pondered thoughtfully. So long as Holy Xirnium gains, nothing else is of consequence.

Certainly their political differences had not stopped Holy Xirnium allying with Nazi Germany (the lesser of two evils, according to the opinion of the High Ecclesiarchy of the day) during the Second World War, an inevitable act to what was perceived as the imminent threat of Soviet invasion. No.. alliances could transcend the more mundane matters of differences of political or economic ideologies, of even disgust and loathing at the other’s methods or goals, should it suit one’s own interests. It was definitely not as if the Millenium Group was by any means the most abhorent regime known to the High Ecclesiarchy, not at all.

‘Perhaps, Major, your suggestion may not be without merit,’ the Cardinal mused smoothly, expertly moderating his voice, ‘provided, of course, it prove to be in the interests of the Xirniumite people. Perhaps we might even resurrect an alliance of sorts, though doubtless vastly different from the one we shared almost sixty years ago.’

‘Given that, I’m sure we could come to some kind of an arrangement whereby the High Ecclesiarchy provided your regime with the weapons it needs, perchance even nuclear weapons…’ the Cardinal assured the SS officer, ‘for the right price.’

'I predict great things for our two nations.'

As shall you; and this time, 'Voivode', we shall make sure you are good und dead; not even your ashes shall remain. Imagine the Hellsing family taming you; making you such a pet...An untermenschen to lick at their boots; the fair fraulein ist using you; und you will never be free. Nein; you are a Midian under a human bootheel...A slave; an amusement. Ja? Our war will come swiftly' und your forests will burn, your keep will be in ashes; and we shall plant the Swastika upon the ruins of your homeland; and proclaim it as the Reich!

You could never understand my reasons for serving the Hellsing family, they are my own and a gutless swine as yourself knows nothing of true power or loyalty. Victory will never be yours in my land and your delusions of defeating me are amusing. Don't you know, Major? Only humans can defeat monsters. We are monsters, both you and I, but as you say, I am the pet of a human and thusly, the tool for your defeat. I will enjoy dispatching your soldiers, tasting your fear as one by one your protection is stripped from you.

"Of course; any alliance would be beneficial to both parties; we have much to offer you." A nod brings forth a case; hurled from above; slamming into the ground; the Captain, wordlessly, stepping forward to open it; revealing the countless gold bars, each engraved with their accursed standard.

"A fitting fee for your allegience; or is there perhaps, something else you desire?" A flash of gleaming white teeth and fangs; the Major moving past the Cardinal to gaze across the preparation zones; at one end, humans were thrown to the ravenous troops of the Letztes Battalion; blood flowing like finest wine.

"Ah; the symphonies of agony and anguish. Like the burning cold of the Eastern Front; we sampled it deliciously; we of the Schutzstaffel, the SS; the Death's Head who breathed combat and violence and supped upon life itself. Our...Finer efforts were hampered there, ja, true enough, but we survive...With army after army of Midian's in the making...A New World Order grander than any conspiracy yet envisioned...Name your price; we shall match it; providing our progression is assured."

OOC: http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=459211 Our Nuclear Ambition thread :D

You could never understand my reasons for serving the Hellsing family, they are my own and a gutless swine as yourself knows nothing of true power or loyalty. Victory will never be yours in my land and your delusions of defeating me are amusing. Don't you know, Major? Only humans can defeat monsters. We are monsters, both you and I, but as you say, I am the pet of a human and thusly, the tool for your defeat. I will enjoy dispatching your soldiers, tasting your fear as one by one your protection is stripped from you.

Such threats...Such glorious declarations! How we shall enjoy the tryst Nosferatu Alucard! How we shall enjoy the hunt, the chase; the thrill of it all! You think yourself our better; but truly...Truly...You are nothing but another untermenshen to be smashed to dust beneath our boots. You and your new friends seem so...Vulnerable in your island homes. Perhaps we should pay a visit, ja? Perhaps the time for war looms once again; a glorious war, Alucard...A grand war the likes of which this world has never seen.

‘Indeed there would be much to gain from trade,’ spoke the Cardinal quietly, having picked up one of the softly glimmering gold bars and stoking it absentmindedly, impressed with its substantial weight. Any possible arms trade deal Lord Rostern could negotiate with the Nazis would make Holy Xirnium wealthy beyond all measure, and would help to finance the High Ecclesiarchy’s own wars, their own commitments. Such a significant potential market for their weapons could not be merely cast aside without thought, not even if it involved a deal with the Nazis.

‘But, perhaps, it might also develop into something more then a mere trade pact,’ the Cardinal suggested, ‘perhaps it might expand to a mutual exchange for..’ the Cardinal hesitated, regarding the repulsive demons of the Letztes Battalion with morbid curiosity, ‘for your curious “technology”. In time, we might even draft a mutual defence alliance,’ the Cardinal wondered, a savage grin on his face, ‘but all in good time, Major.’

The Cardinal paced backwards and forwards, his dark cloak held tightly about him, as he weighing the potential benefit to Holy Xirnium in his mind. ‘Very well, we shall forge our pact of steel, our terrible alliance,' he proclaimed, having decided what was in Holy Xirnium's best interests, 'the High Ecclesiarchy will assist your nation in its endeavours to develop your own nuclear program, to arm yourselves for combat in this modern century. The gains from such a pact are too great to ignore.’

Reaching inside the dark folds of his cloak the Cardinal produced a shiny aluminum flask of whiskey, holding it up in some grim mockery of a toast as his voice boomed. ‘To our blossoming friendship!’

"To our blossoming friendship" The Major toasted; raising a goblet, passed to him by the ever-present Schrodinger; raising the red liquid to his lips and gulping noisily; before tossing the used vessel to one side. "I feel certain that our alliance shall forge new bonds; unite us greater than any before; bind us in steel and blood to our destinies."

He chuckled, wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his long black SS coat. "A detiny unified so long ago in the fires of war; now burning brightly once again. It has been so very....Very long" He tittered lightly, moving to his seat; rising above the assembled armies of the Reich; their cries echoing about him.

"SEIG HEIL! SEIG HEIL!"

"Heil!"

‘May the hand of the Immortal God-Emperor guide and bless our iniquitous pact,’ replied the Cardinal customarily, returning the liquor flask to the hidden folds of his cloak and withdrawing several official documents. ‘Very well, so it is done then. Amazing though it may seem, we have reforged the alliance we held so long ago in the fires of the Second World War, may it hopefully not prove as ill-fated’ Lord Rostern noted darkly, barely believing the astounding turn events had taken in recent days.

‘The High Ecclesiarchy can begin to render immediate assistance to your atomic weapons program,’ explained the Lord Cardinal, assuming a business-like tone, ‘by selling your government refined uranium and plutonium, constructing heavy water plants and centrifuges, and building nuclear reactors in your nation,’ the Cardinal explained, frowning as he examined the papers with his reading glasses. ‘We can then also sell you schematics for our own uranium and hydrogen bombs, and even allow you to purchase Holy Xirnium’s own Mk-60D 18.5-megaton high yield nuclear warheads. In the shortest possible time, therefore, you will have fulfilled Hitler’s failed dreams of constructing a true Vergeltungswaffen,’ declared the Lord Cardinal, grinning encouragingly. The Vice Foreign Minister was elated, the unholy deal that he had forged with the Nazis would serve to fill the coffers of the High Ecclesiarchy with boundless riches, that it might benefit a reprehensible regime was certainly no concern of theirs.

‘Eventually, we can even discuss the possibility of selling advanced delivery systems, such as the mighty “Paradox IV” (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=9946941#post9946941) intercontinental ballistic missile or our advanced nuclear artillery (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=9950012#post9950012) and torpedo (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=9950913#post9950913) systems. However, once again, I seem to be getting ahead of my self,’ the Cardinal laughed humourlessly, removing his glasses and placing his hands together expectantly on the wooden table.

'Now, if you please,' the Cardinal asked, 'the High Ecclesiarchy wishes to know more of your fascinating political entity. Tell me, Major, what are your goals, your enemies, your plans? We know so little of what your remnant of the Third Reich has done since the fall of Berlin almost sixty years ago. Curiously we found no record of your organisation's foundation when we looted the Nazi archives just before the Red Army arrived and seized them. Certainly the Führer never mentioned Millenium Group's foundation to the then Grand Cardinal, High Lord Phontus, though to my recollection his last meeting with Adolf Hitler occured in November 1944.'

"You would find little true trace of us; for the project in itself was secret. Millennium sought to breed an immortal Army; a Midian force to turn the tides of glorious war...But the Hellsing Organisation hindered us; shattered our main project. We fled to Sotuh America at the end of the War; taking everything we could, from the largest submarine to the smallest gold tooth. We propogated our offers of eternal life; and ensnared flies; food for us; allies and friends, who would hide us; and help us grow....And so we did."

He grinned impishly, watching the cardinal with a fascinated glee. "When we first arrived; we were but a thousand soldiers; now we are ascendant...A glorious and unstoppable force. The Hellsing organisation however, remains our enemy. From their stronghold in the Kraken Isles they taunt us; but they lack the strength to truly challenge our Midian might...Our goals? Our goals are to build an army the likes of which has never been seen; to fulfill the goal of a Thousand Year Reich; and to indulge ourselves in the Joys of War..Over...And Over...And Over again."

‘Ahh I see, and a fine goal it is,’ said the Cardinal, though perhaps unconvincingly. ‘We wish you well in your just endeavours against this “Hellsing Organisation”. But tell us about these “Midians”, what might they be? I’m not entirely familiar with the term, except for its theological connotations.’

"Monsters, Unhumans, Specters, Heteromorphs; each one something other than human; more than human..Beyond and above humanity! Building, Uniforming, Training, Organizing, Utilizing and Commanding them; we, the Last Battalion; now many Battalions...Millenium; the Eternal Reich." They each watched; every eye trained upon the Major; the Acting Fuhrer; and the Cardinal. Each and every Midian of the Millenium Organisation, gathered; watching, waiting.

"Hellsing are a branch of the Royal Protestant Knights; the hunters of my kind; the destroyers of our first and glorious organisation. They are led by the pretty Fraulein, Integra Hellsing; and championed by the Nosferatu, Alucard. A foul Midian who hunts his own...I will burn them from the face of the Earth; each weapon we perfect is another tool against our most numerous foes..."

‘Well, “Hellsing” at any rate is an organisation we have heard of,’ explained the Cardinal thoughtfully, recalling some report briefs he had read many years before. ‘To my knowledge the Inquisition’s efforts to date at infiltrating it have proven less then impressive, though we do have quite a detailed file on the Knight of the Round Table, Sir Integra Hellsing. We understand her to be a formidable adversary.’ The Cardinal rubbed his chin pensively, immersed in his thoughts.

‘In any case, my dear Major, if the Millenium Group’s goal is continuous warfare then this is simply splendid from the High Ecclesiarchy’s point of view. The potential arms markets that your war machine represents for us is simply enormous, I predict we shall have a long and fruitful relationship ahead of us.’

"Indeed; and your contributions to our organisation will be far greater than we could have mustered alone; our efforts combined shall mark a new advancement for the world..A progression for all of humankind. For when they see the Reich in all its glory, will they not be awe-struck; fear-ridden; driven to their knees in most abject worship; ja?" He chuckles.

"Together; we can grow and prosper; our alliance can advance and evolve; we can better ourselves; better our world; and forge endless conflict. I can already taste the ashes; scent the blood; the glories of a world waiting to yield and bow....Can you not?"

‘I can,’ answered the Lord Cardinal gradually, ‘though I understand not your grim fondness for it. Certainly we ourselves are no strangers to armed conflict, indeed we are currently locked in our own war of annihilation with our hated foes, a war that will not end until we turn the abode of our reviled enemy to naught but ash. But this, warfare for no gain, for warfare itself? The very concept is completely alien to us.’

After the shortest of pauses Lord Rostern waved his hand dismissively, continuing self-assuredly, ‘it matters not, however. What is of concern to the High Ecclesiarchy is only that you have agreed to the trade deal, one that shall make Holy Xirnium wealthy beyond all measure and fund our military commitments, and that is enough. What you choose to do with those arms in not our concern,’ he said severely.

The Lord Cardinal rose, pulling his long blood-red cloak about him, ‘unfortunately, my dear Major, I must now depart. You see the High Ecclesiarchy authorised me to conduct only the briefest of meetings with you, and I am expected in Czardas within several hours to meet with the Foreign Minister.’ That wasn’t all, though. No, there was something about these unholy Nazis that seemed to make the Cardinal’s very flesh crawl, and he was not of a mind to spend any more time with the Millennium Group then absolutely necessary.

Following conventional protocols, the venerable Cardinal effected the slightest of inclinations of his head towards the Major, a formal bow of sorts, ‘good day, Major, we shall certainly speak again.’ With a swish of his cloak, the Cardinal turned to leave, his Inquisition Acolytes following wordlessly behind him.

Such threats...Such glorious declarations! How we shall enjoy the tryst Nosferatu Alucard! How we shall enjoy the hunt, the chase; the thrill of it all! You think yourself our better; but truly...Truly...You are nothing but another untermenshen to be smashed to dust beneath our boots. You and your new friends seem so...Vulnerable in your island homes. Perhaps we should pay a visit, ja? Perhaps the time for war looms once again; a glorious war, Alucard...A grand war the likes of which this world has never seen.

Your symphony will end on a sharp note- impaled in a place of honor on the battlements of my favorite castle. Come out and play, Major, end this farce of threats. Or shall we come to you? I can find you, you should know. And perhaps this time I will bring a leash for your dog.

So Prussian of you, turning people solely into jobs and titles- Doctor, Warrant Officer, Captain. Tsk. You take the fun out of everything don't you? A symphony with automated instraments. I assure you, Hellsing's triumph will be far more satisfying than the plodding melody of your attempts.

Try it; degenerate filth; even now our pawns move to form a glorious little checkmate for you. Do not think we are without our tools; we have many; many to test you; many to taunt you; many to make the human whore and her Organisation suffer and bleed. I decided so long ago that the Death's Head is a fitting match for the Angels of Death.

Tell me; what shall you do when you are brought to your knees by our glory; when you behold the Reich's triumph from your ruined be-sieged battlements?

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