NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: This is the official last thread and only thread for the El Caduillo war A.K.A. Operation Guerra Santa. All of the war shall be posted here, the ooc thread will be edited in as I didn't save the link but here we go.

IC: The drums of war were beating fast and loud as the recently mobilized Dracun Armada set sail for sail for the nation of FutureEngland, where the Dracun forces would invade, and end the threat to El Caudillo. The Task force was under command of Admiral Damien, a vicious Admiral who did anything to get the job done and since they were being paired with various brutal nations he would fit right in.

It was an impressive fleet, made up of around a two hundred different battle ships and several hundred support and transport ships. Though most ships would soon be retired after being replaced by Praetonian ships, some still served in their last war. The Admiral paced through the command room of the carrier, Eminence. He was eager for battle and simply couldn't wait to begin the carnage that to come.

"How long till we arrive?" He asked his captain. The captain complimented the ambitious, fierce and impatient Admiral with exact opposite virtues his name was Captain Malak, "Several hours Admiral."

"Understood tell the fleet to prepare for Battle stations in two hours then, I want us to be prepared when we enter FutureEngland's proximity."

"Understood Admiral."

Meanwhile Back at Imperial Center...

The Chancellor was deeply troubled by his newfound allies, they were quite brutal in terms of military strategy and he was told by his Vice Chancellor not to worry for it would soon be over and he would be a hero in the world's eyes.
Will I be... or have I taken us down wrong road?

[Macabea, Second Empire of the Golden Throne]
In the wake of the beginning of preperations for operations within FutureEngland it was decided that the Golden Throne's military should also rise to the event and honor its promise of aid to El Caudillo and his cause. Exactly for that reason the port city of Macabea, the once proud capital of the Old Empire, until Jonach I had completed his beautiful Fedala, was bustling with activity. Indeed, logistical personnel were ferrying supplies back and forth between the dozens of ships anchored at port, while the waves crashed against the rocks outside the harbor, and the seagulls churped, only to add to the cacophony of sound already amplified by the mechanical and hydraulic machinery, as well as the flap of hundreds of white and black flags.

Macabea's harbor was simply huge. It had been designed, just about two centuries before, to hold the largest armada ever before seen in the history of man, however, that said armada had never been completed since the Old Empire had fallen into a period of decline, and finally in 1905, a period of civil war. However, now that the Second Empire had risen under the fist of Jonach I, Macabea was again the home of the largest naval contingent in the Empire. Dubbed the Golden Armada, it was the offensive pride of the Kriegsmarine, and it worked just as well as it looked. The Golden Armada was crafted from six Elusive class Battleships, a single Zealous class Super Dreadnought, four Raus class Escort Carriers, eight Indestructable class Aircraft Carriers, thirty Manstein class Destroyers, fifteen Seydlitz class Cruisers, fifteen Clauswitz class Frigates, fifty Azores class Fast Attack Craft [based off five Pepperbox class LSVs], and over another one hundred logistical and miscellanous vessels. Although others could boast fleets vastly superior in numerics, not many could boast a fleet, regardless of size, that could defeat some a grandious Golden Armada - two hundred and twenty-nine ships.

The entire fleet was placed under the experienced command of Grand Admiral Durgstaden von Laifsraggen, an elderly, yet infamous commander of various fleets under the rule of Jonach I. He had fought in the war with Kahta, he had led the fleet which had silenced Chellis during the Gibraltar crisis, and he had fought in Melgaria, leading to the early victories in that region. Likewise, he was destined to lead the Golden Armada to victory in FutureEngland.

Under his responsibility, at least until they were dropped for the ground war, were also placed several ground units, including some of the brand new Waffen-SS units, built only of foreign soldiers recruited from foreign countries. The entire loud out included the 1st Waffen-SS Air Assault Group [Kavallerie], formed from soldiers who originated from Geisenfried, 1st Waffen-SS Panzergrenadier Battalion, formed entirely from Novikovian soldiers, which was pinned to the 1st Waffen-SS Panzer Divisionen [Dolch], formed entirely of men originating from Theao. That alone put ground strength at around three thousand front line soldiers, and many more logistical personnel. Beyond that were conventional ground units, more accustomed to wars, including three Panzerkorps and a single Infanteriekorps, and four Artilleriekorps. Total invasion strengths, not including the Waffen-SS, were put at one hundred thousand infantry, nine thousand tanks, and much more in the way of vehicles, and forty thousand guns and pieces. Although it was fairly small, concerning the sizes of other invasion forces, and defense forces, it was a power not to be ignored.

The Golden Armada, under orders of von Laifsraggen has already begun to move out of the harbor, setting estimated time of arrival to an area just beyond two hundred nautical miles from the coasts of Future England at around eleven days. The four Raus class Escort Carriers, moving with the fleet as well, were already putting out their MMA-A2 Hawk and MMA-D1 Gull aircraft as AWACs and CAP. The Second Empire's fleets were some of the best defended pieces of hardware in the world, sorrounded by three rings of ASW and ASuS defenses, and a single CAP and AWACs layer. It was almost impossible to get missiles through, and even the largest of missile attacks faltered in the light of the fleet's defenses. Enemies had found it out the hardway, as would Future England, and her allies.

Inside the command room of von Laifsraggen's flagship, the Zealous, the sole Super Dreadnought in the entire Kriegsmarine, overall commander of the Waffen-SS Karl Zeitler laughed and spoke,"This war brings new hopes for those who like to kill."

The grand admiral didn't laugh, but instead said,"I can only hope that this war ends before too many die."

Zeitler crackeled and retorted,"You do not know the beginning of it, old man." The other Waffen-SS officers around him also began to laugh. It would be a long war for those who were loyal to the flag of Future England. A long, deadly ,war...indeed.

As the Dracun army marched to war, the Doomingsland Imperial Military mobilized. 2nd Armada along with the 5th Army would be making the initial attack. Preceding these massive formations were five Guardian-class ballistic missile submarines. As the latest ships in the fleet, these vessels would be laying the first smack down on FutureEngland and her allies.

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DIS Guardian, approaching FE waters

Taking a drag of his cigar, a man in a black officer's uniform reclined back in his LCD screen-wridden chair. This was Captain Marcus Ramius, the commander of the Guardian. He'd served in the Imperial Navy for over thirty years, now. The Guardian was to be his last active duty command before he was ordered to retire. He had the somewhat undaunting task of slipping to within 2,000 miles of the enemy's capital and releasing the vile payload that slept within the bowels of his submarine.

He would, no doubt, be responsible for the deaths of tens of millions people. To kill an infidel is not a sin, he reminded himself before getting down to buisiness,

"Brother Ensign, how long until we reach the launch area?" he asked the man seated at the navigation position patiently.

"Two hours, Brother Captain," the man responded without even turning.

"Very well. Helm, engage the silent drive." commanded the captain.

"Aye, sir, catipillars engaging."

And so it begins... thought Captain Ramius to himself as the farmiliar chug of the water jets were replaced with the quite drone of the magento-hydrodynamic drives.

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DIS Legionaire, 2nd Imperial Armada

Standing with his hands folded behind his back, Admiral Casius Meridius stared out from the bridge into the vast expanse of ocean infront of him. Soon, the peacefull scene would be replaced with one with 25" guns roaring to life in a raging inferno of death. He put those thoughts aside as an F-41D STOVL fighter shot by him at high speed as it left the mighty command dreadnought's flight deck.

The drums beat for war once more, old boy, he thought to himself as he turned and strode to his command chair and took a seat.

This single armada consisted of roughly 1/5 of the entire Imperial Navy. He had several hundred warships at his disposal. His fleet was assigned to escort the mighty invasion army to its destination in FutureEngland. The commander of the land operation (and pretty much the entire show), High Lord Marshall Kaeso Afranius, was also present at the scene. Afranius was an adopted member of the royal family, having caught the attention of the Emperor when commanding legions in various other wars of conquest. He was clad in polished black armor, the brestplate decorated with a golden cross, a gladius adorning his side.

Afranius was the first to speak,

"Well, my brother, I look forward to serving along side you in this glorious war of ours." he said with a grin as he watched fighters shoot off of a neighboring heavy carrier, the Julius Caesar.

"Indeed. I grow excited at the prospect of testing our new fleet on the ranks of the Satanii," responded the admiral neutrally.

Several hours ago, the High Lord Marshall had been in a meeting with commanders from the Dracun Imperium and the Second Empire of the Golden Throne. They were planning an operation currently designated Guerra Santa: Holy War. His Legions would be taking the majority of the punishment in this conflict, but he was certain his mighty Armored Fist would easily be a match for anything the English threw at them. More than a match, in fact. He fully expected to finish this war with minimal casualties on his side. Besides, he had 200,000 men of the Army, Marine Corps, and Doom Legion, along with several thousand main battle tanks under his command. What had he to fear?

Of course, the same could not be said of his enemy. He smiled to himself at the prospect of yet another killing ground for his men to bask in.

The Legions of Doom would soon be on the enemy's shore, and proceed to pillage and burn yet another hapless victim to the ground.

the three civilian paddle ships in El Caudillian territory were being loaded with refugees from the nation, they saw in the distance the two Ironclad Steamships approaching, the paddle ships were not under fire and so it was only natural for the Captain of the paddle ship Bertoldino to radio the Ironclad's, "what is going on, we are loading the refugees onto our ships peacfully, there is no trouble here." He waited for a response "the nation of Dracun Imperium has invaded the nation of Future England, we are here to escort the paddleship's back into Spooty waters, finish up over there!" The captain could get finished up in no time, but would the El Caudillians consider the Ironclads in their sea's as an act of military agression? He could only wait and see

Gears of War

Capital of the Gesut Empire, Kinagel, Altaire, Afrika - 18:17 Hours

A emergency Emperor Counsel was called into order. All over the nation, Representatives and Senators crowded into the Rheinstag. The Gesut and his cabinet were in the backroom discussin the matter of action. The Gesut, who rarely ever shown his face in public, was going to address the media. The Gesut had seen the actions of FutureEngland. In order to protect the nation of ElCaudillo, and the Householders of the Gesut, the Nineveh Gesut Guard Generals, were to be given instructions.

At that moment a tall man wearing a hooded cape walked up to the from of the walk way. The auditorium shaped like a staged walkway, had thousands of people in it. The voices fell silent as the man stood up. A cold and deep voice ripped through the Rheinstag.

" With the recent actions of ElCaudillo and its resemblence to our state. As capitialist societies ruled by a plutocratic core, we must stick together. Fur das Gesut! We go to war!" At that he turned around as he walked away, his two bodyguards, General Gyges and General Daemeon, turned and walked with him. They both wore red capes and had a Corinthian style helmet with a spiked and colored fur decoration. The Rheinstag went completely quiet. Then Guards came into the Rheinstag and started escorting the members out.

Capital of the Gesut Empire, Kinagel, Altaire, Afrika - 19:00 Hours

"Officers of the 1st and 2nd Vanheer(ZZVCES) Panzer Divisions, the 7th Luftwaffe Paratruppen, the 38th Kreigsmarine Division, and the 13th Luftwaffe Division, prepare your men. They are to ship out tomorrow."

These five divisions the Black Gesut Legion, battle hardend from conflicts of the world, were to be deployed into combat situations again. The General of this outfit Gyges himself, was to command the unit. Daemeon was to prepare the Elderon Legion, a group of 20 Divisions to be the reinforcements if needed. The Gyges Black Gesut Legion was to be deployed in one day. Men all over there base in the Altaire Region near Kinagel was bustling with activity.

These units number 55,000 each, the luftwaffe division's planes were being put on ships, the navy preparing and packing up, the ground units, and paratroopers packing up and getting there equipment along with setting up there double pay program. Today these soldiers were to get ready, tomorrow they shall ride, and a less than a week later they shall fight. Afrika was preparing for war, and war for it.

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From the offices of the Shogun, Honimishu, Pschycotic Pschycos; 1700 Hours local time...

The podium had been quickly set up, yet it was as magnificent as ever. Agents of the press had been gathering for some time, and as Shogun Himura Kenshin walked up to the podium, clad in his family's anceint armour, the flash bulbs began flashing furiously. When he reached the podium, he folded his arms behind his back and waited. A minute passed. Then two. Finally, the reporters shut up. He began his speech, "Citizens of Pschycotic Pschycos, it has recently come to my attention that a nation by the name of El Caudillio has been using irrational means to enforce what they call "morality". These means include genocide." He stopped, letting that final word seep in. The press looked shocked. "Many people have died, and several countries are actually supporting this movment. To top this, they have passed several laws that prohibit basic human rights in the name of this twisted 'morality'. As a believer in human rights, I cannot and will not stand for this. As such, we have declared war on El Caudillo and its allies. We will require the help of all citizens on the homefront, and even call on them to fight, should the war bring violence to our shores. Good day, and to those now mobilizing, God speed."
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Neo-Nagasaki Harbour, Pschycotic Pschycos; 1730 Hours local time...

"Admiral Yamamoto-san, the navy is reporting full ready. All surface fleets are ready to sail, and the submerged fleets are ready. We wait for your command." the young officer said to the aging Fleet Admiral Isoruku Yamamoto III. The admiral was a highly skilled man, and had never lost a battle in his life. He had fought in dozens of conflicts, and viewed each of them the same, no matter what the risks were. His answer was short and curt.
"Then set sail." Hundreds of ships were forming the massive armada that was setting sail for the conflict. Ahead of them at the entrance to the harbour, massive neo-titanium doors slid open. As per tradition, the massive flagship, ICS Island, was the first out. This one ship deserved its name. It was a tri-marine hull, consisting of a carrier deck between two battleship hulls, each of which had an additional flight deck on its outboard hull. Behind it followed 30 Arkhangel class battle carriers. These were enlargened battleships, 3 foward and aft tri-turrets of 18" cannons, with carrier decks fused to each side. And behind these were the large Zimmermann class battleships. the 50 ships were the same as the battlecarriers, except for their lack of flight decks. What at first glance appeared to be 50 more sailed out behind them. These were Pices class "battlesubs", the name being self explanatory. A couple hundred support ships sailed behind them, including guided missile cruisers, which were used for missile assault, and AA missions. Not seen were the subs. The fast attack subs were all ready submerged coming out of the harbour. All the ships formed one large fleet, codenamed Tsunami. Together, they set sail in defense of FutureEngland.
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Honimishu Mobile Suit and Army base, Pschycotic Pschycos; 1730 Hours local time...

Large Gow transports planes were sitting ready on the parking ramps, taking on masses of armoured weapons, M1 A1 Abrams Tanks to name a one, armed soldiers, dressed in their classic battle dress, which was reinforced samurai armour, and hundreds of support vehicles, humvees, Bradleys, and APC's. The din of the diesel engines and clanking armour, and shouts was deafening. The loudest, though, were the large mobile suits being loaded. At first glance they were formidible, but they could be taken out by a tank shell. There only weapon was a heavy assault machine gun, which was of a very large caliber. Hundreds of these walking beasts were being loaded. Most would think it was overkill, but they all might just be needed. There was no way of telling at this point. Along with these weapons, AH-64D Longbow Apache attack helicopoters were being loaded as well. These would give the forces an ariel advantage as well. The din and noise increased as the transports, hundreds of them, all revved their four heavy engines, and proceeded to take off. Soon, what looked like a cloud of locusts was airborne. The transports with only personnel had a feature that allowed for ariel drops, incase an airstrip was not availible. The soldiers would then make one. Watching from the nearby castle, the Shogun had but one thought left over in his mind from the speech, God speed...
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OOC: I'll be off for several hours. I guess I'll do arrival posts when I come back. Have fun w/o me, ya'll!

Bandar-e Abbas, Parthia

The Parthian Military port sat about twenty miles away from the city center, here, the hub of Parthian naval command prepared for another trip, another military embarcation leading scores of men to victory in a far off land, ships bringing home gold and slaves from the far corners of the earth, to filter into the civilian ports, through the slave markets and commodities traders, to end up in the nation of Parthia, and be used by the Parthian people. Wars were great times, times of triumph over the leftists littering the world and a time for the crushing of all who stood in the way of the Parthian Nation's place in the sun. There would be little to stop the Parthian steamroller, now preparing to load on the vessels.

Fuel lines littered the port, pumping Parthian oil into Parthian vessels while cranes loaded M-29 MBTs onto transports. Tons of cargo, crates and shrouded military vehicles were loaded onto hundreds of transports preparing to take 20 Infantry divisions and five divisions of armor to the far off lands of FutureEngland. It was a grand sight, hundreds of warships packed with ordinance and transports full of men and equipment were making their final preparations, for departure in the next hour.

The order to move came early, diligent port crews had finished loading ahead of schedule and already, tugs were moving vessels out of their berths and out of the port. columns of ships pouring out attracted the gaze of the Parthian people onshore. It was a great omen, slaves and booty for the citizens of Parthia.

Persepolis Palace

Lights of cameras and reporters' camera flashes filled the press release room in Persepolis, as the Shah spoke into the collection of microphones arrayed on his armored podium.

"Fellow Parthians, today, in a shocking act of Marxist agression, the Ahriman worshipping state of Future England declared war on the holy nation of El Caudillo, our great allies who made accomodations to reduce his laws they considered oppressive. These people, people opposed to the nation of El Caudillo must be struck down to ensure the saftey and health of the people of El Caudillo. The nations of Psychotic Psychos and Future England will suffer in turn for their transgressions against holy nations. For Parthia I send our brave men to battle the Marxist worshippers of Ahriman."

Scellian Diplomatic Corps
In this conflict Scellia would take the side of the Allies, as the fight to stop a natio bent on genocide and unwilling to make the simplest of concessions. When a nation is so murderous that it refuses to send political prisoners it plans to execute to a neutral nation it shows that it is obsessed with the commision of genocide. Before we can commit to any war we must know what the reaction of all El Caudillo allies is, especially the seemingly rational nation of Dracun Imperium, to the revoking of the exile policy of El Caudillo. Perhaps there is hope for diplomacy yet if the allies of El Caudillo agree to at least postpone the war in light of this information.

Official Imperial Response

Our reaction would be to enslave and/or exterminate your puny nation.

Tsunami Fleet, Open Ocean; 1100 Hours....

On the bridge of the flagship ICS Island, the oficer many the communications booth received a change in orders from the High Command. He hailed the Admiral, who had maintained a vigil on deck all night. "Admiral-san, we have a change in orders."
"Well, what are they?" The admiral asked, deep pockets beneath his eyes showing.
"We are not to assist in the defense of FutureEngland. Instead, we are to proceed directly to El Caudillo."
"Right into the heart of the hornet's nest. Excellent." Admiral Yamamoto replied. "Does intellegence know of any resistance there, other than their national forces."
After a short call, "No, they aren't able to attain the information on the area."
"Blast. Oh well, let's go." He shifted his attention to the helmsman. "Lieutenant, adjust course to these headings."
"Aye, aye Sir!" As he spun the wheel, Yamamoto picked up the phone for the inter-ship communications,
"All ships, adjust course to heading *** degrees." As one, the entire fleet changed course, now heading for the heart of the problem, and hopefully a quick end to what looked like it would become a major war. "All hands, Level 2 Battlestations, 9th, 10th and 11th sub fleets, give us foward cover."

5th Imperial Armada, El Caullido Waters

"Attention on deck!" yelled an armored Marine as Admiral Spurius Galerius stepped onto the bridge.

"At ease," responded the seasoned old sailor cooly. A young ensign with a manila folder in his hand approached the Admiral with a bowed head. "Thank you, ensign, but I've already got a pretty damn good idea what its about." said the Admiral, setting the folder down on a console. "Brothers! The High Command has informed me that the PP fleet...

The mention of "PP" caused a few of the men to snicker softly.

"PP fleet has adjusted their course and is on their way to El Caullido waters. I have been instructed to destroy this pathetic excuse for an invasion before it even reaches the shore. We have much work to do, now get to it!" he commanded.

The first thing the fleet did was dispatch a swarm of ASW aircraft to begin forming an anti-submarine picket. They dumped off several hundred sonobouys, allowing the active sonar to constantly ping off. Any submarine that passed through there would easily be detected. Further behind that, closer to the ships, were fifty Prowler-class attack submarines and two iGuardian-class SSBNs, equiped with AGM-290 Mars II ballistic missiles. The submarines were roughly twenty miles behind the sonar picket. The fleet itself was formed around the Legionaire-class command dreadnought, the St. Peter, and the Helldawg V, the fleet's primary carrier. Admiral Galerius had two-hundred warships at his command, more than a match for his foe.

The Helldawg V had already begun to dispatch anti-ship missile armed F/A-91F fighter-bombers and F-78D air superiority fighters. Within twenty minutes, the sky was filled with roughly 150 fighters, 75 F-78s, 75 F/A-91s. These aircraft headed towards the enemy's fleet to soften it up before they got within range of ship-based missiles and artillery.

The F/A-91s, under the cover of active radar wave cancellation and their stealthy design, would come to within 500 miles of the enemy fleet and unleash their payload: four AGM-230 Trireme anti-shipping missiles. These missiles would cruise at a subsonic speed towards their targets to reduce IR signature, and utilized active radar wave cancellation to prevent radar from detecting their initial approach. Once they come within forty miles, a solid-fuel rocket engine would kick in, sending them to mach 3. By now, stealth wouldn't matter, because the enemy would have only thirty seconds to get their CIWS and anti-missile missiles to respond to this threat before they went into their terminal pop-up maneuver, and plunged their 800lb thermite warheads straight into the decks, incinerating anything they came into contact with (melting turret metal, burning right through armor, ect.)

The F-78s would stay back with the F/A-91s, providing cover.

Once the enemy came within 2,000 miles of the submarine picket, the two Guardians would launch their missiles. Each had twenty-four Mars II SLBMs, which, assisted with a solid fuel rocket booster, would climb to an altitude of 120,000 feet. A scramjet engine would then kick in, pushing the warheads to mach ten. Finally, once within forty miles, the warheads would detach, and, with the assistance of GPS guidance, terminal milimetric wave radar, and winglets for maneuvering, fly into the enemy fleet. Each missile contained four 10,000 lb fuel air explosive warheads, enough to destroy all but the most heavily armored targets within a few square kilometers.

And, if anything were left to continue forward, the fleet itself would finish the job, opening up on the enemy fleet from 500 miles away with the 8" rail guns of the St. Michael and ship-based Trireme missiles.

The Chancellor sat in his office, getting hourly reports on what was going on in the world, in terms of Operation Guerra Santa. The Dracun Fleet heading for FutureEngland was now within striking range; a mere hour away and the Fleet would begin amphibious operations shortly.

However El Caudillo would soon be under threat from PP forces, and that could not be tolerated. But the Chancellor was still struggling with the fact he was going to commit forces to what was going to become a blood bath, he couldn't even sleep anymore. Then the Vice Chancellor walked in, "My dear friend you seem troubled?"

Anthony (Chancellor) turned to Angelo (VC), "I don't know what to do Angelo, I don't think we should being doing this... its wrong." The Vice Chancellor's face became twisted with false concern, "You are fighting for freedom, how can that be wrong?"

The Chancellor looked at the Vice Chancellor, "I'm withdrawing." Suddenly Angelo's face became confused and annoyed, "You can't do that! El Caudillo is our closest ally!" The Chancellor looked at Angelo, "I don't care if he is my brother, I will not help three nations be slaughtered."

"So you're going to help them?" The Vice Chancellor said with unwarranted nervousness, "No Angelo, I am going to do what is right, now get the fuck out of my office." Angelo was taken back by the Chancellor's tone but he only said , "Yes Chancellor."

The Chancellor grabbed parchment and began to write for what seemed like hours until he was satisfied; he then sent it off to all parties.

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Official Government Response
All parties, this has gone beyond my control. I tried to stop it only to end up fueling the fire that burned within everyone's hearts for war. This outrage must come to a halt before billions are slaughtered. I beg for you all to listen to reason and shed mercy upon those who need it.

We have all committed acts we are not proud of; we have all done things that we should not have done. Don't let this become another addition to that list, again we plead that this so called 'war' come to an end.

[Imperial Palace, Fedala, Second Empire of the Golden Throne]
The Emperor yawned one last time and then looked onto the manila folder on his desk. He groaned and mumbled,"It's six in the morning..." Opening the folder he skimmed over the title and then held his breath.

Dracun Crisis
For the eyes of Emperor Jonach I only

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It would seem as if a twist of fate has just happened, and perhaps not for the best. Chancellor Anthony, as he's known inside the Dracun bureaucracy, has recently been 'overthrown', some could claim, by his VC, known as Angelo. Although the Chancellor still holds his position, his power is somewhat doubtful, since according to the hottest newspress, the government has exchanged their support from Doomingsland, The Parthians and the Second Empire, to that of Future England.

Although this could be a potential debacle to the alliance that was supposed to crush those who opposed El Caudillo and pave a new world order, it should not be taken as so. Perhaps this is just more fodder for our newest creation, the Waffen-SS, and certainly, that is what it should be translated as. Indeed, already in the makings is the largest genocide in the history of mankind, if all goes well.

Regardless, the Dracun fleet in the waters of Future England has reportedly already been taken care of, or at least targetted, by the naval forces of Doomingsland. Furthermore, Doomingsland has already begun engaging naval forces in the area, especially heavy fighting between Doomingsland and Pschycotic Pschycos.

Intelligence reports, however, that even if Dracun was to lose its fleet in Future England it's military would still be largely intact, regardless, any war in the Dracum Imperium would be a walk in the park according to the words of our Chief of General Staff. Ultimately, it would be a long war nonetheless.

[signed]Chief of Intelligence - Anton von Dierch

Jonach rubbed his eyes. More problems. He immediately sent to write a letter to the Oberkommando des Werhmacht.

For the Eyes Of: OKW Chief of Staff Heitler von Kleist
Subject: Dracun Imperium

This will be short, and to the point. Prepare the Second Armada. We have blood on our hands, and even more to spill.

[signed]Jonach I

[OOC: Deployments to come later, I have to go to my university to get my assessment scores.]

Official Imperial Response to the Dracun Imperium

No.

The Chancellor sighed, and so war it is. The Vice Chancellor would be taken care of after this soon to be war and now... now it was time for war. As much as the Chancellor hates to admit it, he would have to bring the Dracun Imperium into this war and get them out alive.

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Official Government Declaration of War
Then so be it, war it is and what you begin we shall finish. As Chancellor of the Dracun Imperium I hereby declare war on the following nations,
-Parthia
-Doomingsland
-Empire of the Golden Throne

They will not commit another injustice under our watchful eyes.

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The Chancellor was quick to get to the podium of the Conference room in the Imperial Palace, he was greeted by hundreds of flashes as the reporters yelled questions at him. He gave the signal for silence which was followed. He cleared his throat and got right to the point,

"Today brings forth a day we never thought would come, a day of war. I have recently declared war on the nations of Parthia, Doomingsland and the Empire of the Golden Throne. They have committed vast injustices against the world, and it is there judgment day and we will be there judges.

I come before you as a humble man asking for your support, they will be coming soon and I have taken the liberty of reassigning the DIT(Dracun Infiltration Troops A.K.A. Guerrillas) to various cities and towns to begin a guerilla war the moment they enter our homeland.

We will also take them on face to face, as the Dracun Infantry and Elite are being prepared for a war like no other. They will be brutal, and merciless but in the end we will triumph. I have but three small words for you all, never give up. We will continue to fight on for eternity if nessecary.

It is time my friends, it is time to show them the meaning of Dracun!"

ICS Darkness, 20 miles ahead of main fleet...

Several hours before hand, the passive sonar operator of the lead submarine had been ordered to his post to stand careful watch for enemy signs. Now, he was getting them. He was now hearing the faint pingging of an active sonar system. He flagged down the skipper, "Hey, Skip! We've got an active sonar system pingging away ahead of us. Looks like we're expected."
"Well I'll be. It's a bit earlier than expected, but good work. All engines stop!" The Darkness stopped, and soon, other submarines stopped as they each in turn picked up the sounds of the sonar. "I want silent running from here on out. We ain't movin', but we ain't makin sounds either. Get ten subs below the thermocline, and have them continue. We've got our own job to do. Prepare for fleet defense."
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ICS Island...

The sonar operator of the flagship noticed the stop of the subs, and relayed the information up to the admiral on the bridge. "Admiral-san, they're reporting an active sonar source dead ahead."
"Well, we must be going the right direction. All engines stop, order the rest of the fleet to do the same." At this, a member of the crew manning the CIC ran onto the bridge,
"Sir, I just got the lastest pass from SATCOM (satellite command). Crapload of fighters comin in. Looks like we just ran smack into the middle of a Doomingsland fleet."
"Damnit. Order the launching of AA fighters. I want those new F-14Z models up. What're they equiped with again?"
"Those would be the FIRE BIRD ATA missiles, 6 per plane."
"Can they get live satelliet uplinks?"
"Yes, sir. The techies are already on it."
"Good, then launch the mission. Get three hundred planes up. Notify the outer defense ring and have them prepare anti-missile defenses."
"Aye, aye, Sir!"
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Within a few more minutes, the three flight decks became awash with fighter activity and noise. Thanks to new catapult technology, the planes could be pushed into the air with frightning speed. And this is what they did. Because of the three decks, and this improved launching capabilities, not to mention better elevator placement, twenty minutes saw the launching of the 300 counterstirke fighters, which sped forth for their new targets, being guided by the live satellite uplink.

The cruisers forming the outer ring of the fleet picked up the order from the flagship, and began turnning their Igelstellung 75 mm CIWS cannons out toward the direction of the threat. The strategic placement of these AA cruisers was critical in the fleet's defense and overall survival. Not only were these cruisers AA, but they also carried guided missile capabilities. And these were now utilized. Using HARPOON Mk II Anti-ship missiles, they would assault the main ships of the enemy fleet, including carriers and railguns. They were tipped with White Phosphorous warheads that made napalm look like a bonfire. Soon, 300 hundred of these were airborne. After these fired, the missile bays were reloaded with WEB Anti-ballistic missiles. These were designed to prevent warheads from reaching their targets. These had been previously combat tested, and had proven quite useful indeed.
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OOC: Let's not make fun of my nation's initials, it's uncalled for. Yes, I know what it sounds like.

Doom Citadel, Doomingsland

The Emperor read over the letter from the Chancellor with a raised eyebrow. He let out a sigh and motioned for a servant to approach.

"Inform the High Command to annihilate the Dracun Imperium. None are to be spared. If it is war they ask for, it is war they shall recieve. Pity."

And those words sent the Legions of Doom on an intercept course to the Dracun Imperium. Their goal: the complete extermination of that nation and her people.

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DIS Legionnaire, 2nd Imperial Armada

"Admiral Meridius, change your heading to intercept the Dracun fleet and launch all available aircraft." said the High Lord Marshall, striding into the bridge from his quarters.

"May I ask why?" responded the admiral with a hint of surprise.

"The Chancellor just declared war, Casius." responded Kaeso bluntly. This had the desired effect.

Casius' eyes went wide and he looked at Kaeso as if he had two heads. "Truley?"

"Unfortunately so. The Emperor Himself has commanded their extermination. We are to start with their navy."

By now Caius had simmered down, taking a drag of his cigar. "Very well, Kaeso. I serve the Emperor."

He motioned for the bridge crew to begind making preparations for the attack. Pity... thought the Admiral to himself. He had been looking forward to fighting along side them. Well, they had a foolish leader, and had to pay the price.

The Julius Caesar had already begun to dispatch anti-ship missile armed F/A-91F fighter-bombers and F-78D air superiority fighters in preparation for an engagement with the English Navy. Switching targets wasn't all that difficult. Within twenty minutes, the sky was filled with roughly 150 fighters, 75 F-78s, 75 F/A-91s. These aircraft headed towards the enemy's fleet to soften it up before they got within range of ship-based missiles and artillery.

The F/A-91s, under the cover of active radar wave cancellation and their stealthy design, would come to within 500 miles of the enemy fleet and unleash their payload: four AGM-230 Trireme anti-shipping missiles. These missiles would cruise at a subsonic speed towards their targets to reduce IR signature, and utilized active radar wave cancellation to prevent radar from detecting their initial approach. Once they come within forty miles, a solid-fuel rocket engine would kick in, sending them to mach 3. By now, stealth wouldn't matter, because the enemy would have only thirty seconds to get their CIWS and anti-missile missiles to respond to this threat before they went into their terminal pop-up maneuver, and plunged their 800lb thermite warheads straight into the decks, incinerating anything they came into contact with (melting turret metal, burning right through armor, ect.)

The F-78s would stay back with the F/A-91s, providing cover.

Nearing the initial launch point and already within 1,000 miles of the Dracun fleet, the SSBNs were ordered to change target. Each had twenty-four Mars II SLBMs, which, assisted with a solid fuel rocket booster, would climb to an altitude of 120,000 feet. A scramjet engine would then kick in, pushing the warheads to mach ten. Finally, once within forty miles, the warheads would detach, and, with the assistance of GPS guidance, terminal milimetric wave radar, and winglets for maneuvering, fly into the enemy fleet. Each missile contained four 10,000 lb fuel air explosive warheads, enough to destroy all but the most heavily armored targets within a few square kilometers.

And, if anything were left, the fleet itself would finish the job in, moving forward and opening up on the enemy fleet from 500 miles away with the 8" rail guns and 20" ETMAS guns of the Legionnaire and ship-based Trireme missiles.

DIS Guardian

"Orders from the High Command, Brother Captain." said the man at the com station, wheeling around in his chair and handing Captain Ramius a slip of paper. It simply read: New target. Dracun fleet. Fire at will.

Those were simple enough orders.

"Very well..." grumbled the captain, not looking the least bit surprised. He didn't really like these peace-niks in the first place.

"Inquisitor Gaius, we've recieved launch orders!" called Ramius over to the ship's Inquisitor. All Doomingslandian naval vessels had an Inquisitor present to make sure the crew stayed "faithfull."

"Oh? Show me the orders, Brother." responded the man surprisedly, taking the slip out of his hand. "Very well. Off to our bloody buisiness, then." he said with a smirk, taking his missile key off of his neck and handing it to Ramius.

Ramius approached the console responsable for the launching of the missiles and inserted both keys. He motioned for Gaius to approach.

"One the count of three, brother."

"As you wish. One. Two. Three."

Both men twisted their keys, and the console let out a satisfying hum. A keyboard folded up, and an LCD screen asked for target coordinates. Ramius glanced at the slip of paper upon which the orders were printed and punched in the proper numbers, a different set for each MIRV. It took two minutes just to do that. Finally came the moment of truth...

"Flood missile tubes one through twelve!" he commanded the weapons officer. "Open bay doors!"

"Bay doors opening, Captain." responded the man neutrally, as if too affixed on his work.

"Fire."

The submarine shuddered as the first stage boosters of the Mars II missiles kicked in, sending the missiles out of the tubes, out of the water, into the air. The first stage then detatched, and the second stage took over, propeling it into the air. This same scene was repeated with the othe four submarines, launching 120 such missiles.

Again, the enemies of our great nation rise against us, hordes of Ahriman desirous of our death and destruction scream for Persian blood! Evil reigns in the nation of Dracun Imperium, once faithful allies they stab us in the back with a dagger sharpened for the sole purpose of that act! Treachery will not sit well in this nation! We, faithful adherents of the Good Religion, people known for our honesty and natural inclination to speak the truth have been attacked by treacherous hordes of those who seek to end our just purge of scum nations. We will not falter, nor will we seek peace until they are destroyed, until every man, woman, and child in that nation lay dead in the burning ruins of their cities, until the rest are carried off in chains while their soldiers are sent to hell to see their master Ahriman! Do not falter brave children of Cyrus, be not afraid of the hordes of the deamon worshippers who threaten us with war! I have led us always to victory, and again, with our great allies at our side, we will fight on for the glory of Parthia!

For the glory of Parthia! I call upon you all, be instilled with the righteous fervor to cleanse enemy nations of Ahriman's acolytes, we must make this a holy war! Hordes of our soldiers and Immortals shall bring cleansing fire to their cities, there shall be none left to resist. Such is the price of treachery. We will not seek peace until Dracun Imperium and her allies are destroyed like Carthage! We shall sow their fields with salt, and bring who still lives home in chains! There shall be no peace until they are destroyed. For the glory of Ahura Mazda, I declare this war shall not end until evil is purged from Dracun Imperium and her allies!

-Shah Khosru III

The crowds below began to cheer... the war was on.

OOC:I'm kinda confused...how far away is your fleet, now?

OOC: Reserved for later naval position update. Also, where exactly is the fighting going to take place?

At the Waters of Kadabadar

The naval fleet has managed to pull a strategic retreat and were busily preparing repairs for future operations. When they received an telegram that notified them of the invasion of El Calludio, Immediately they began to set sail for El Calludio, there they will meet up with Pschycotic Pschycos forces to prepare to strike the parthians. Also 15 more leviathan battlecruisers, 20 Juggernaught cruisers and 10 nexus carriers will join the fight



In the Savior spaceport

The local transporter immediately ordered landfall on the location they sent over 50 roc transport shuttles containing 2000000 soldiers and personel, 15000 Myrodion tanks and artillery and finally 10 fleets of various interceptors, fighters and bombers.

OOC:I'm kinda confused...how far away is your fleet, now?

Roughly 2500 miles. hope that helps a little. Problem developed, though. I'll be on tomorrow, but I'll be off for a week after that. If worse comes to worse, I'll either just have to pull back, or I'll transfer command of my units off to another nation. I can't decide.

OOC: Reserved for later naval position update. Also, where exactly is the fighting going to take place?
OOC:You got MSN or AIM? Me, Parth, and Mac arleady got our grand plan set down, so talk to any of us...

PP, you launched your Harpoons from 2,500 miles away? And if your subs are 20 miles ahead of your main fleet, how in God's name did they hit the anti-sub picket from that far away? Argh, this is confusing...

Gyrobot, this is an MT RP and I don't feel like hearing one of your lectures on why we should RP with FT nation.

OOC: Reserved for later naval position update. Also, where exactly is the fighting going to take place?


[OOC: I think Dracun is going to be a theater, EC is going to be a theater and FE is going to be a theater.]

We have recently fought a minor skirmish that drained us of our future military resource pool. This is our militia, be warned while there are no FT weapons. The MT weapons are twice as deadly as yours. I will let my RPing do my thing.

OOC:Um, OK, your MT weapons are twice as deadly as mine? Riiiight. Explain how your tech is "twice as deadly". And I'm pretty sure "transporters" are FT. I'm also sure having only 50 shuttles carry 200,000 men and 15,000 tanks is downright impossible.

Actually landfall takes a while for my rocs. And it is impossible to retreat to space once it leaves. It will take maximum 2 weeks to land safely with heavy personal, 1 more week to set up basic com link and basic living necessities. And 2 weeks to start a fully running base.

Also to add about my weapons here are some of them:


RCP 120 automatic machine gun

A 120 round magazine autorifle for the average grunt. This machine gun has a grenade launcher attached to it. Effective distance is 500 yards.

Odin Redeemer rocket launcher

Armed with a powerful anti aircraft missile and an effective distance of 4000 yards. This piece of weaponry can take down enemy aircraft without an hassle.

Myrodion Tank

One of the Republic's proudest tanks in service. Armed with Magnetic dampening fields, Seeker rockets will have a harder time finding this battletank. And with an powerful 270mm cannon, nothing will stand in its way.

That is just a few of the weapons for my forces.

Actually landfall takes a while for my rocs. And it is impossible to retreat to space once it leaves. It will take maximum 2 weeks to land safely with heavy personal, 1 more week to set up basic com link and basic living necessities. And 2 weeks to start a fully running base.
OOC:The war's gonna be over by then, most likely. And you didn't answer my other question.

The fleet didn't see it coming, all that happened was explosion after explosion and the red flames of fire flew into the air as black smoke filled the sky for miles. Screams went into the air as the fleet fought to stay alive, but then the missiles came and washed away any hope they had. Very few of the ships managed to stay afloat, and that's when the order came,

Return to home port, We repeat return to home port

The Captain of the one ships wondered what they hell was the point, and with sudden understanding he smiled, they would have pay back soon enough and those bastards would pay for all the lives they just killed. The ships turned around and slowly headed away from the disaster, picking up the survivors as they went.

Back at the Dracun Continent
Throughout Dracun defenses were being utilized, SAMs sites were now constantly being activated and planes were in the air constantly, different planes but never the less the skies were filled constantly, and the DIT forces were already planning out their strategies. It would become a war of attrition and that the Dracun Imperium knew how to survive.

Gas masks were being distributed as fast as they could be produced, to the people before government officials, the high Government officials were evacuated along with several thousand people at a time. They went by air, sea, and other means of evacuation. The Chancellor however stood his ground refusing to leave the country,

He turned to his window, looking at his people, people who may very soon be dead.

OOC:The war's gonna be over by then, most likely. And you didn't answer my other question.
And that is maxiumum time, it take only a week to handle everything at an minimum

OOC:Gyrobot get out of my thread thank you, and please keep all OOC comments in the combined OOC thread thank you.

OOC:Gyrobot get out of my thread thank you, and please keep all OOC comments in the combined OOC thread thank you.

OOC: Wheres the OOC thread?

OOC Thread (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=427316)

Through the diplomatic back-channels (a.k.a. MSN), Doomingsland and Parthia had contacted the Second Empire in the hopes that the Second Empire would provide that extra muscle, that thrust of victory.

It was because of that that Emperor Jason McCall now stood before the Imperial Senate, decked out in his gray pinstripe suit and red tie. An air of seriousness and semi-divinity surrounded him, and all who looked him in the eye turned away in respect when he returned their glance. It was quite funny, as the Emperor was quite a small man, only 5 foot 6 inches tall. He was thin, almost unhealthily thin, lacking in almost all muscle and fat. His face was plan, vaguely handsome. But it was his eyes that caught everyone's attention: they were a brilliant shade of blue, dark, mystifying, and powerful. When he spoke, he spoke with a concise definition and a slight Southern twang.
(OOC: spelling (or lack of it) done purposely)
"Senators of thah great Second Empire, thah reason Ah have summoned you here today is the honorable pursuit known as war. Aah allies, Parthia, Doomingsland, and thah Maccabees have been treachorously attacked by the Dracun imperium, and Parthia and Doomingsland have, through the backchannels, contacted us about support. Well, Ah, o' course, support that support. It is up ta y'all wether or not we actually support them. Shall we stand for Aah allies or shall we not stand at all?"

The senators, clothed in purple robes reminiscent of Rome, looked inward, away from the Emperor's jewel eyes. It wasn't a look of do we want war? but of shall the Emperor get his way/ Ultimately the look was of yes, he shall and the measure passed with a 3/4 majority.

The Second Empire has officially declared war on the Dracun imperium and her allies in this struggle. More info to come later

OOC: Gotta run.Be back tommorow with more details

(OOC: Phew, sorry I'm late!)

IC:

Chancellor Adolfo Portocarrero grimaced when his emergency phone rang. The meeting with the representative from Roman Greece was scheduled to be held in less than twenty minutes. He detested interruptions. Perturbed, he lifted the receiver. "Portocarrero." He listened, nodding absently. His facial features creased into a frown. "I see." Nod. "What!?" He nodded rapidly. "Yes, yes, I get it. Well, call Minister Bismarck, and I'll convene an emergency section of Parliament so a declaration of war can be issued."

the Steamers were trying hard to fit all the refugees on to their decks before the Ironclads arrived, the boats were getting crowded and it was becoming evermore difficult to maintain order, one of the ships was full and now making its way towards the Ironclads, the other two were still stuck on the gangplanks.

Secret IC

Unbeknownst to the Spootians (sp?), El Caudillan secret police agents had attached small devices- about the size of bumble bees- to the backs of the dissidents' necks, and sewn realistic layers of fake skin over them, to make them invisible. The devices, when activated, would generate tiny explosions, explosions just strong enough to decapitate them. The devices were all operated by a remote control located in the Chancellor's manor. Once each was aboard the ship, the button would be pressed. And, Spooty would be blamed.


(OOC: If that seems a little godmodish, I'll edit/delete it.)

OOC: Wow talk about dogpiling.

In the interests of it citizens Scellia cannot involve itself in this war. Seeing as the world has gone to hell in a handbasket when other nations support the internationally illegal genocide of El Caudillo over nations whose only wish is to take dissendent about to be executed at cost to the nation receiving them. Before Scellia abandons this war completely we wish to know if the great nation of Fluffywuffy knows all the facts about the current conflict or has simply been indoctrinated by Doomingsland and The Parthians.

[OOC: Dracun, here is (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=9118541#post9118541) the new thread for the war revolving around your nation. Having a war in seperate sectors on the same thread would be too confusing. I suggest we keep this thread for any invasion of Future England, and the other thread for any invasion of El Caudillo, if it comes to that.

Dracun, I don't think your war will become a dogpile. The invading forces will be Doomingsland and myself, and I'm going to leave for Spain on July 4th, so it'll be pretty even in terms of the number of nations.]

OOC: I was talking about the dogpiling on the Allied nations, with FutureEngland being the largest IRC and both you and fluffywuffy being on the Axis side. We aren't even sure which side Dracun imperium is on, his last post seemed to indicate that he was simply withdrawing not changing sides.

Primary Planning Room, Colonial Joint-Services Command Centre (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/JC_Denton/NationStates/5ee1e1c2.jpg)

"Future England." began Secretary Stephanie March (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/JC_Denton/NationStates/March01.jpg), pointing with an outstreched hand at the massive map behind her.

"Future England," repeated Secretary March, "is facing only the Golden Fleet from the Macabees since most of the invading fleets from El Caudillo's allies have either turned away to engage other targets, or have in fact changed sides. While this 'Golden Fleet' is still quite a capable fighting force, it is much less than what we were originally expecting in the attack on Future England. Our intelligence sources indicate that Pschycotic Pschycos' forces defending Future England outnumber the Macabees Golden Fleet, so for the time being, Future England should be safe."

There was mumbling around the massive briefing room table as March paused dramatically. High ranking officials, both military and civilian, were seated around the ring-lit table for the presentation at hand.

"How confident is the intelligence supporting this conclusion?" asked one man, a naval Fleet Marshal. "This sounds like quite an oversight by the allies of El Caudillo if true. Doomingsland, The Macabees, Parthia and the Second Empire of FW are not nations that we should underestimate. They are all powerful nations, and they have all declared thier intentions to destroy Future England - while the Macabees' Golden Fleet might appear to be outnumbered by the forces of Pschycotic Pschycos, they might have more forces than are visible."

"We are very confident in this intelligence." came the reply from a man accross the table. "DC Intelligence Service satellites indicate that the Macabees and Pschycotic Pschycos are the only nations around or still approaching Future England."

"DCIS satellites have been wrong in the past." shot back the Fleet Marshal. "This just doesn't look right - besides, even if the Macabees' Golden Fleet is outnumbered, they're supposed to be the premiere assault fleet for the Macabees. What do we know about PP's fleet quality? For all we know, even if they are outnumbered, the Golden Fleet could sweep aside PP's fleet once combat breaks out. There's no way to tell."

"The Dracun Imperium is in a much worse spot... if the goal of the Colonial Government is to support the foes of El Caudillo, then that's where we should be." boomed the voice of a massive man squeezed into an Army uniform. His voice prompted those of the others to fall into silence.

"It is not the place of the military brass to plan Colonial foreign policy." came a cold reply from a man clad in a suit.

"But it is the place of the military brass to determine how best to execute the goals of the government." countered the voice of the Army man again. He turned his gaze to Secretary March. "With all due respect madam secretary, is it not the goal of the Colonial Government to support those opposing El Caudillo?"

"It is." replied March, "And it has been determined by the Colonial Government that at this time, the Dracun Imperium is not deserving of Colonial aid."

There was a stark silence around the table. Enough of this the blonde foreign secretary thought to herself, I'll pass along thier concerns to the President, but right now, I should get on to the point and relay thier orders.

"I have been sent to Joint-Services Command today to relay to you the following orders and thier rationale." the secretary continued. "I have expained why no forces are being deployed to Future England at this time - so now I will tell you where you will deploy and what your orders are."

The orders that Secretary March spoke of were passed out in folders labelled 'secret' to the assembled military officers as she spoke.

"One - The Army's 1st through 30th Airbourne Divisions are to be mobilized and ready for immediate departure to any target. We believe that Future England is safe for now, El Caudillo is too fortified for immediate attack, and the Dracun Imperium is not suitable for aid, but this situation could change - thus, we need to remain flexible. The rest of the Airbourne Corps, the 31st through 60th Airbourne, are to go on 72 hour departure alert if they are not already at that level."

"Two - The Navy's 8th and 9th Fleets are to assemble at Rally Point Alpha, 24 hours away from Future England, immedately. Twenty Four Pax Magellanic (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=418345&page=1) Class Carriers, as well as escorts including Iowa Class Battleships should be a sufficent protective force if PP's forces cannot defend Future England from the Macabee's Golden Fleet. However, if PP's forces are able to repel those of the Macabee's, as we believe they are, the 8th and 9th Fleets are not to become involved. As this conflict wears on, it is expected that the commited forces of the involved nations will be worn down considerably. If DC can avoid this and remain strong at the end of combat, then we stand to have a much better chance of success if we do decide to attack El Caudillo while it is weakened in a fashion similar to what was discussed yesterday.

"Three - The remaining carrier fleets, 1st through 7th, as well as the Special Submarine Combat Group (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=414384&page=1) are to be mobilized and ready for immedate departure. Any battlegroups on long range patrol within the 1st through 7th fleets are to be recalled immedately. The two Special Command Groups, with our Sea Dragon Class Carriers (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=406847&page=1) and Vigilant Class Superdreadnaughts (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=420657&page=1) are to be placed on alert, with departure being possible within 12 hours of the order being given."

"I will pass along your concerns to the President, but now, are there any questions or problems?" asked Secretary March as the military personel examined the paper copies of thier orders.

"It will take some time for the 9th Fleet to assemble at Rally Point Alpha." said the Fleet Marshal who had spoken earlier. "The 8th will be there for some time before the 9th can be recalled from long range patrol to join them. I would prefer it if the 2nd Fleet and one of the Special Command Groups was sent in its place."

"I will pass along that request to the President, but you are to relay these orders for the time being." replied Secretary March. "Anything else?" her eyes scanned the faces around the table.

"Good." she said as there were no further problems. "Defense Secretary Wolfe wishes you all the best of luck, and apologizes for his absence. That is all, Godspeed ladies and gentlemen."

--Eye of Re Remote Viewing Laboratory, Tamerys, Eleusia--

Sesheta Nefermeryatherat found herself hovering in a cavernous, grey interior space. A giant hangar? No, a factory. Harsh, metal walls, the hum of machinery, things being moved on conveyor belts. An oversized red banner of El Caudillo hung on the wall.

Sesheta felt herself being drawn to the things on one of the conveyor belts. Her vision resolved them more clearly. Not things, people . They were dressed in prison uniforms, all lying face-down, motionless. She changed her focus...yes, they were still alive; their auras still flickered. They were unconscious, however.

She floated along the conveyor belt, following its motion. It led to an automated medical bay. It was not like the El Caudillans to anesthetise prisoners to spare them pain. Why, then? Soon, she saw the horrible truth.

At the medical bay, a robot arm formed a neat slice in the back of each prisoner's neck, while another pulled it open and inserted a small implant. A spray-on polybandage was applied, its color matched to that of the victim's skin.

Sesheta floated herself toward one of the implants, allowing it to become larger in her vision. She passed through its exterior to see the brutal secret within. A microchip reciever, coupled with a miniaturized shaped-charge of Semtex explosive.

In that instant, she was yanked back to the present, where the "escaped" dissidents were boarding Spootan vessels, and would soon be boarding Eleusia's own Global Livingry Service Rapid-Deployment Search and Rescue ships.

She concentrated on her "distant" body, reached up for the Emergency Release switch, flipped its cover open, and slammed her hand into the large, red button.

Soft electronic music began to play, and lights faded up, gently revealing the interior of her Lilly tank. Complex, multicolored haloes of flowing color surrounded each light, an effect of the designer psychadelic compound she'd taken at the beginning of her session.

The lid of her Lilly tank rose slightly, then slid down, revealing the softly-lit laboratory. She sat up, her face a mask of terror, fiberoptic cables from her Shakti VI Helmet trailing back into the dense saline solution that filled the tank. One of the staff doctors rushed to her side.

"The dissidents are in danger! There isn't much time!"


--Bridge, GLS Isis Ascendant --

"I'm glad you could make it," the Spootian captain said, looking into the ship from the main viewscreen. "We need all the help we can get."

"I am, too." Amenemhat replied. "We would have been here sooner, but we had to maneuver around the combatant fleets."

"Sir, we are in position, skirts deployed."

"Very good. Go to hovercraft mode, and take us ashore."

"Go to hovercraft mode, take us ashore, aye."

The Isis was the largest high-speed transport vessel on Earth, along with her sister ships. She was a blended-wing-body ekranoplane, over a thousand feet from wingtip to wingtip. In flight, she skirted the wavetops, using the advantage of suface effect to increase her range and fuel efficiency. Currently, she sat in the water just off the coast, having just deployed an inflateable hovercraft collar.

Amenemhat felt the floor rise under him as the ship lifted herself onto the surface of the water. Moments later, inflateable gangways were deployed, enabling escaping dissidents to hurry aboard.

"Sir, we're recieving a top-priority encrypted message from dispatch! It's being transmitted to the Spootan fleet as well."

"Excuse me for a moment, Captain," he said, switching to the incoming message. Seconds later, his teeth clenched with anger as he learned about the El Caudillans' gruesome implants.

"Get one of the dissidents to Sickbay. I want imaging of those implants! ECM, prepare to jam incoming transmissions on my mark. Ops, prepare for emergency evacuation protocol. Bridge to Sickbay."

"Sickbay here."

"As soon as you get an image of that implant, send it to Communications. I want ready to go out to the world, on my mark. Comm, get me the Spootan vessel again, scrambled signal." The Spootan captain reappeared, his face grim.

"Captain, do you have ECM capability? Can you jam the activation signal for these implants? If so, I request you activate it just before the last few dissidents board your ships. We won't have much time to escape once El Cadillo knows we're on to him." [TAG Spoot]

--Situation Room, Tamerys, Eleusia--

Facilitator Meryn Ptahotep looked with disgust at the Geoscope. It was a wall-size "Dymaxion" map of the Earth, a projection that showed the land masses of the Earth with virtually no distortion, and no breaks in continuity for the "wrap-around." The interactive map showed no borders, but it could be tasked to display weather patterns, settlement patterns, inventories of known resources, approximate movement of people and capital, and many other "status indicators" for Spaceship Earth.

At the moment, several sets of pips in the oceans were highlighted. A "zoom window" next to each showed real-time satellite imagery of the huge armadas of the great powers.

"If they had applied that much genius and wealth to saving the world instead of destroying it..." he mumbled to himself.

A klaxon sounded, and a new zoom-window popped up. One by one, fiery streaks emerged from the ocean like the tentacles of a malevolent Lovecraftian god.

"Facilitator, we have multiple submarine-launched ballistic missiles in flight!" a technician warned.

"Are the nuclear?"

"Unknown, sir. Inputting flight characteristics for analysis..."

"Can we do anything about them if they are?"

"If we launch now, we might be able to intercept them with one of our Deterrence Weapons while they're in boost phase..." The Deterrence Weapons were non-nuclear warheads that caused a massive electromagnetic pulse on detonation, able to fry all electronic devices within a 30 mile radius. They were cheap to build, requiring only a coil of high-current cable, a powerful graphite fiber-epoxy flywheel to store the electricity, and conventional explosives. Though non-lethal, they could cause more damage to a nation's economy than that nation could hope to gain from attacking tiny, neutral Eleusia.

"Would it stop them?"

"We don't know enough about the design of the target missiles, sir. They could be heavily shielded against EMP. We're showing a hundred and twenty of them, sir. They're long-range missiles capable of carrying MIRV warheads. Analysis shows a 67.3 percent chance they're Mars II's. Those can be configured for conventional or nuclear warheads. Should we launch?" The Facilitator glared at the offending weapons. They stayed in a fairly tight formation instead of arcing apart.

"No. We're imperiling our neutrality enough just helping the dissidents. If we don't know they're nukes, and that we can stop them, there's no reason to intervene. The people voted in Syntegration to stay out of the war, only offering humanitarian assistance to civilians on both sides. And by the way those missiles are behaving, I'm betting they're conventional warheads being used in an antiship role."

"I hope you're right, sir."

"So do I, so do I."

[Waters of FutureEngland]
The Golden Fleet anchored off some two hundred nautical miles from the position from, what had been finally pinned down as, Task Force Tsunami. The enemy fleet was huge, with what could be classified as a single super dreadnough, fifty battlecarriers and fifty battleships, however, it was top heavy. It lacked the logistical shipping necessary to forge a successful battlefleet, and consequently, while any losses endured by the Golden Fleet could be recuperated quite easily, the loss of the entire Tsunami task force would cost over ten trillion United States tender in damage - it's host nation would be crippled.

The Golden Armada was amongst the most protected fleet sailing the seven seas, at least for a while. It had a triple ASW/ASuS perimeter, one at fifteen nautical miles, another at fifty nautical miles and yet another one at one hundred nautical miles, from the fleet nucleus, meaning at its closest, a ship could be one hundred nautical miles within range of Task Force Tsunami. In the air the three escort carriers, class Raus, which resembled the Principe de Asturias class, were putting out elderly MMA-A2 Hawk fighters, who's excellent RADAR technology made them good AWACs, as well as MMA-D1 Gull Reconaissance aircraft. The carriers themselves, and the sole super dreadnought, were protected by a ring of CAP aircraft.

The fleet was ordered to open fire on Task Force Tsunami once all preperations were made, and the Golden Armada was as ready as it ever would be, especially so close to enemy vessels. Sattelite feed had provided the intelligence forces of the Golden Fleet with ample imagery, showing the exact position of every single surface ship in Task Force Tsunami.

Consequently, within seconds of the order to fire being sent out, the waters of FutureEngland began to run red with the blood of dead sailors. From ships ranging from the Manstein class Destroyers, the Seydlitz class Cruisers, the Clauswitz class Frigates, the six Elusive class Dreadnoughts and the single Zealous class Super Dreadnought, the quadruple rotational cell VLS tubes dotting the decks of the ships began to spiral open. Heavy set titanium alloy spiral doors began to turn, to reveal the warhead of a very large anti-shipping missile, which could be classified as the most deadly, most advanced, anti-shipping missiles of the modern age.

Within a time nobody could really pin down the entire fleet had let loose a barrage of enough anti-shipping missiles to cripple Task Force Tsunami. The ICS Island SuperDreadnought, deemed as the most valuable target inside that fleet, and the location of the admiral, was targetted with two hundred Principe III anti-shipping missiles alone. Each Arkhangle and Zimmerman class ship was targetted by thirty Principe III anti-shipping missiles. Consequently, a total of two thousand six hundred Principe III anti-shipping missiles began to make their way towards the location of the enemy fleet.

The Principe IIIs shot into the air, but seconds later they began to arch down to begin sea-skimming over the waters of FutureEngland, never elevating past one hundred meters altitude, substantially out of the RADAR coverage of the enemy fleets. Surface search RADAR never surpassed forty nautical miles do to the simple fact that the horizon empeded it to go past it, unless it was hoisted from a higher altitude. Moving at supersonic cruise velocities of Mach 3 to Mach 3.5 the Principe III covered ground fast, and when it was computed to be one hundred nautical miles from the enemy fleet they began to slow down, all the way to around one hundred and twenty kilometers per hour. At seventy nautical miles distance the Principe III missile capsule began to disintigrate, revealing a single MT-3 torpedo from each missile. The MT-3 torpedoes, two thousand six hundred in all, free fell into the water, dipping in nose first with the help of a rapidly hoisted parachute, which broke off upon impact. Inside the water the torpedoes began to make turns for seventy knots, using the most advance propulsions sytems to date known to world engineers, underwater RAMjet. The beauty of the underwater RAMjet, which was sort of like a hyped up MHD system, was that it was almost silenced, meaning that enemy SONARs would have much trouble catching these torpedoes, until it was far too late. Ergo, using their blue-green LIDAR and powerful passive SONARs listening for cavitation made by the hulls of the ship, the torpedoes would wreak their damage upon the foe. Although a ship might be able to take a missile, with its keel wrecked by not just one torpedo, but multiple torpedoes, depending on how many made it through, not even a super dreadnought could survive in the water.

The Golden Fleet had made its murderous entrance into this war, and had slashed first. Sattelites would continue to make passes over the battle area, the nearest pass which was to come in around half an hour, to survey the damage done. Using that information Grand Admiral von Laifsraggen would begin preperations for the final kill on the enemy fleet, bringing FutureEngland one step closer to its death.

Two Parthian fleets, over 100 miles apart now moved through the waves of the ocean towards their target. Coalition planners had already determined the targets each nation would take. Future England would be Parthia's, and Parthia knew this would be a great day for victory.

Admiral Rostam Teymorian, Parthian Lord and member of the Teymorian family looked out over the seas with his binoculars, pondering his tactical options. A Maccabees fleet was going to be outnumbered by a fleet from the nation of Psychotic Psychos, not necessarily a problem, considering the fine technology the Imperium possessed, he knew no nation could stand before him. To him, the fleet looked like it would be a cleanup crew to mop up any last bits of resistance if they did not arrive faster. Overhead, the F-78s pulled over the fleet, one of the many air patrols designed to destroy incoming enemy planes while E-6s and AWACs planes searched the skies. Walking down from the bridge to the Shahanshah Khosru to his quarters, he felt a sensation of security in a coalition victory.

Persepolis, Parthia

The SAVAK intelligence building was a beautiful work of art even by western standards, golden bricks covered in vines and hanging gardens built on terraces in the wall gave it the look of a Persian villa rather than the headquarters of SAVAK, the domestic and foreign intelligence unit of Parthia. Here, underground, hundreds of satellite images were analyzed as part of the warplan, but a few troubling ones seemed to stand out. Recon satellites had shown massive troop movements and fleet mobilization in Colonial cities, airborne units mostly, but the fleet mobilization was troubling, though in this planet, where wars were commonplace, it hardly meant anything.

OOC: Wow talk about dogpiling.
Because of these concerns, I am not going to uberly rape everything in sight with a massive army. You'll see in a bit, I suppose. You may also see some other actions happening...


In the interests of it citizens Scellia cannot involve itself in this war. Seeing as the world has gone to hell in a handbasket when other nations support the internationally illegal genocide of El Caudillo over nations whose only wish is to take dissendent about to be executed at cost to the nation receiving them. Before Scellia abandons this war completely we wish to know if the great nation of Fluffywuffy knows all the facts about the current conflict or has simply been indoctrinated by Doomingsland and The Parthians.

The great nation of Fluffywuffy is fully aware of El Caudillo's actions in the past and, weighing the pros and cons of the situation, the Second Empire has decided that it is in the best interests of both the Second Empire and its allies if war is declared upon those invaders of El Caudillo. In time, we feel that peaceful means can and will end the situation in El Caudillo, and we feel obliged to defend that, even if it means war. Doomingsland and Parthia did not "indoctrinate" us; we chose to enter this war freely, though it was somewhat affected by the fact that our allies had called upon us for aid.

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Imperial High Command, 1232 Hours

Emperor Jason McCall walked up and down the aisles of military communications gear, computers, and high ranking staff officers, surveying each with his cold blue eyes. He was flanked on either side by two young staff officers, each holding a standard bearing the Great Imperial Seal. The Seal was a white field with a white shield, complete with a rampant red lion. It was similar to the Scottish symbol, as the Emperor was descended from the Stewarts of old.

The Emperor had been the former Defense Minister, accelerating to the rank of Emperor during the Great North Aliadosian War. He had devised the plan to defend the Second Empire in that war, and now he would be put to the test once again. A similar strategy would be put in place, and now was the time to act on that strategy.

The Emperor moved around blue symbols, submarines, on a large computerised screen, moving some (10) around to El Caudillo. But more, 100 of the NASN-01s, would be sent roughly 500 kms from the coast, for future deployment. Theatre hadn't been decided, but getting the ships to sea would take time. In addition, air defense networks in Fluffywuffy activated and fighters sat on the decks of carriers and on the tarmac of runways.

(OOC: Could someone provide transportation for my troops? I don't have a navy yet.)

Official Statement Of Joseph Seal

The nation of Joseph Seal urges all nations involved in this war to stop the fighting and begin peace talks. The nation reminds all that war is not the answer, it only leads to pain, suffering, and death.

(OOC: Could someone provide transportation for my troops? I don't have a navy yet.)

OOC: How about I "Lease" (ie: give) you a navy of 10 destroyers, 20 transports, 7 frigates, 3 crusiers, and a carrier?

OOC: How about I "Lease" (ie: give) you a navy of 10 destroyers, 20 transports, 7 frigates, 3 crusiers, and a carrier?

(OOC: Awesome, thanks!)

(OOC2: Crap, I gotta go, my class starts in two minutes. See you guys later.)

Emergency Situational Control Centre, DCIS (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/JC_Denton/NationStates/afcd5bbd.jpg) Headquarters

The dimly lit command hub of the Democratic Colonies Intelligence Service was awash with hurried activity as Secretary Stephanie March (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/JC_Denton/NationStates/March01.jpg) of Foreign Affairs stepped into its cavernous interior. Sculpted into the hard underlying rock underneath the DCIS Headquarters in the heart of the capitol's government district, the Situational Control Centre was designed to survive even a nuclear attack upon the Democratic Colonies. The result, while functional, was a bit more cramped than the above ground structures Secretary March was used to working in at Foreign Affairs. The lack of windows always seemed to irritate her, but she forced these thoughts to the back of her mind as she made her way to where Undersecretary James Harris (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/JC_Denton/NationStates/abf4fa7e.jpg) stood. He was Undersecretary of Defense, although he was acting more like Secretary these days. The real Defense Secretary hadn't left the Avalon Cancer Treatment Clinic since last month.

"What's going on Mr. Harris?" asked Secretary March. "The President wanted me to report here ASAP. Is there a problem in Future England?"

"Intital intelligence was incorrect." said the grim faced Undersecretary of Defense. "There is a second fleet going towards Future England - this one from the Parthians."

"Goddamn." came the stunned reply from March. "How large?"

"We can't tell." came the reply from a new figure emerging from the dimness to join the pair. March recognized the man as the Sub-Director of the DCIS.

"Cloud cover's working against us - that's why we didn't spot the Partians earlier. It's still a bit rough, but from what my people can see, the Partian fleet is large enough. If it combines with the Golden Fleet from the Macabees, PP's defense force, Task Force Tsunami, will definately be defeated."

"This information has already been relayed to the President." interjected Harris. "He's ordered the 6th and 7th fleets to join the 8th and 9th at Rally Point Alpha near Future England."

Undersecretary Harris pointed an outstreched hand at a map being displayed on a massive wallmounted flatscreen.

"It's going to take some time, so we believe that by the time that the 6th thorugh 9th fleets are assembled there, the engagement between the Macabee's Golden Fleet and PP's Task Force Tsunami will have already been resolved one way or another. We're not sure if Parthia's fleet is going to become involved in that." he explained. "Once the 6th through 9th fleets are assembled at Rally Point Alpha, they will either provide aid to Task Force Tsunami - assuming it bests the Golden Fleet - or attack the Golden Fleet while it is in a weakened state."

"That sounds good." nodded March. "If Task Force Tsunami wins, they'll need reinforcements to stand against the Parthians. If the Golden Fleet wins, they should be short on missiles, torpedoes, and already damaged - our forces should be able to successfully drive them back."

"Who will command these forces?" asked March.

"Admiral Natalie Vargas (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/JC_Denton/NationStates/96bed604.jpg) aboard the Resolution of Apollo, Pax Magellanic Class (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=418345&page=1)." replied Harris. "She's currently out with 7th Fleet on long range patrol, but they're being pulled back as quickly as possible. She should arrive with the 7th Fleet soon after the 8th arrives at Rally Point Alpha, followed by 6th and finally 9th later on."

"She's filed a request to name it Task Force Chariot." continued Harris. "What do you think?"

"Sounds fine to me." came March's reply. "Just make sure they all get to that rally point in one piece - they might see that we're there, but hopefully the could cover will work in our favour as well it did Parthia's."

I'm sorry folks, but due to RL circumstances, I'm gonna have to pull out. Sorry.

I'm sorry folks, but due to RL circumstances, I'm gonna have to pull out. Sorry.

(OOC: No problem.)

[OOC: For the pupose of this role play then, we'll just assume my attack was a success, although we don't have to worry about casualties, and because of some sort of popular outcry against the war in your own country, you pulled out. I know it sorta leaves you without a word, but it would be best to give some sort of IC reason to your leaving, even though it has to do with your real life.

Regardless, I understand completely. It has happened to me before, too. Good luck!]

Official Statement From Joseph Seal

The nation of Joseph Seal has now finished voting on the El Caudillo refugee issue. A 7/8 majority has declared itself in favor of helping transport the refugees to other nations willing to take them in.

Joseph Seal will be sending 25 passenger liners to El Caudillo where the refugees are boarding their boats, and announces that if any unprovoked attack on the ships are made, it will be recognized as an act of war.

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Admiral Sokinaru looked out over the ocean waters and toward the looming El Caudillo distance. He couldn't believe this. He was supposed to be commanding naval warships, not passenger liners! Then again... the order came directly from the emperor himself, and that was a great honor, to be chosen by the emperor to command a task.

He looked around his "bridge", and saw the other 19 passenger liners racing toward the El Caudillian coast. All liners were capable of stuffing about 5,000 refugees into the ships.

Sokinaru sighed, this "task" seemed too easy. Something was amiss... though he couldn't pin it on anything. He guessed it was because he hadn't seen action in a long time, and resumed looking out over the ocean waters.

the Ironclads arrived to escort the Paddleboats back to international waters, the Steamers released their gangplanks leaving a large amount of refugees stuck at the El Caudillo Dockyard, 15,000 lives had been saved and the boats travelled off into the sunset, the got about 1KM away when an almighty crack could be heard, the refugees fell to the ground, their heads fallen off, the crew were distressed at this happening, they did not know what was going on, one of the Ironclads went back to inquire as to why the refugees had died suddenly, the rest of the small fleet set anchor and waited for the response.

[OOC: Is Future England even going to respond to this thread? Or should I just move on, and accept that he's avoiding it? I don't want to accuse him of anything. It's just that this happens 90% of the time.]

OOC: It's possible Future England doesn't have enough time to be on the computer and/or post, the best thing, in my opinion, you can do, is just wait. Maybe for a couple more days. If FE still doesn't post, then I guess you can assume he's avoiding this thread.

"Very well Field Marshall," stated Highest Minister Hunter Norris. The Highest Ministers face looked tired, and he looked weary. The stresses of war were not pleasant upon people, espically not those whom were advanced in years.

The Council for War had been a long one, with only a hand picked few military leaders there. Field Marshalls Roy Mustang and Hugo Anselm, along with Grand Admiral Bradley and Air Marshall Harry Beckman. The discussion was weather or not to send the Jagadian Grand Fleet to attack the Dracun Imperium or FutureEngland. Though the vague option of simply waiting for the The Macabees or Doomingsland to make the first move against the enemy. Though Field Marshall Mustang had made his point, that the Dracun Imperium was a far threatening foe, more so than FutureEngland.

A knock came at the door, following by two guards walking in with a messenger. "What is it?" asked Norris. "Sir, a report from one of our scout submarines sir," stated the messenger. Norris motioned for the messenger to finish. "Sir, the report is as read: "Dracun Imperium Naval Forces have been engaged, and routed by an unknown fleet. Though it is suspected that either the Macabees Navy or the Doomingsland Navy was responsible, though it is very hard to tell," stated the messenger finishing the report.

The room fell silent, and nothing was spoken while the messenger was leaving, once the room was secure again, chatting resumed. "Regardless of whom it is sir, I think the Dracun Imperium has been knocked down a peg or so," stated Bradley, "I suggest we finish the job by launching a surprise attack against the FutureEnglish Navy, if we get the right timing sir I'm more than sure we could send their fleet into utter chaos," exclaimed Bradley. Norris nodded, and scanned the room for any objections, he could find none. "Very well then Admiral, I'm giving the the go ahead to send all offensive fleets out to sea for this assault, ensure that the FutureEnglish Navy will never set sail on the seas again. Understood?" said Norris dryly. "Yes sir," said Bradley with a smirk forming across his face.
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Once the Council of War was concluded, the generals went about this business, espically Grand Admiral Bradley whom had much to do. Hunter Norris though quickly made his way to his office, he would have to get a Declaration of War prepared, or else the attack would be against Jagada's code of honor. As he reached his office he began to write the message. Since Jagada had no embassy in FutureEngland, and vis versa, the message would be sent threw secure channels, primarily as a message to their government.

Hunter began to write the letter:


Quote:
Offical Statement
Religious Commonwealth of Jagada


This is an Offical Declaration of War, issued by Highest Minister Hunter Norris against FutureEngland. Due to recent actions you've committed, we have no other option but to begin hostilites with your nation. We do hope this war will be swift and few be lost.



Norris ordered that it be delivered ten minutes before the fleet attacked.

{OOC: I'll follow up with an attack rp soon. This was moved from the thread where the Giants (DI, MC,DL) are all killing each other. So I'm not sure if FE even has a navy to attack, so excuse this post if its inaccurate.

Fleet Commander Nebkheperura Amenemhat watched his status screens carefully. So far, El Caudillo had made no move to engage with its land forces. Amenemhat's fleet of five vessels each had a squadron of Solotrek Light Escort Vehicles and a Horus drone fighter for protection, but these forces would be no match for any significant El Cadillo mobilization.

The Solotreks were exoskeletal flight suits with twin .50 cal. Vulcan cannons and four Sakhmet anti-armor missiles each. The Horus was a supersonic blended-wing-body drone fighter with advanced artificial intelligence, a gyrojet cannon, and a compliment of six Wolfpack air-to-air missiles. With efficient and powerful pulse-detonation jets, and the ability to make maneuvers no human pilot could survive, it made an excellent interceptor. Still, the Horuses could do little more than slow the El Caudillo air force. Fortunately, El Caudillo did not consider the Eleusian rescue force a theat worthy of response. So far.

"Sir, it looks like there's over 15,000 people out there!" Amenemhat nodded solemnly. Each of his ships could carry 800 people comfortably (with carry-on possessions), maybe double that packed like sardines, with no possessions. But many of these people needed medical attention--all of them, considering the implants that had to be removed. The heavy-lift Zeppelins that could have provided the transport and medical facilities would not have been able to arrive in time, or have a chance of escaping quickly enough.

Amenemhat wracked his brain for a way to save them all. Ta-Hapi Sumarisle was four hours away at maximum speed, assuming he could take a straight course without getting caught in the sea battle. A minimum eight-hour turnaround, far too long. If the tyrants of El Caudillo wanted these people dead bad enough to put these fiendish implants in them, they would not wait around for his fleet to return and rescue the rest.

"Sir! I've just recieved an incoming transmission from Dispatch. Joseph Seal is sending twenty large-capacity passenger liners to assist us! Giving you their coordinates now."

A new pip appeared on the main viewscreen, identified as the Joseph Seal fleet. Amenemhat plotted a course to them. ETA, 2 hours, 28 minutes.

"Sir, the Spootan ships are preparing for departure."

"Alright, the Isis Ascendant will remain behind with our escort forces and try to provide ECM cover for the remaining dissidents while the rest of the fleet moves to intercept the Joseph Seal fleet to offload dissidents and return for the rest. Comm, get Ta-Hapi and request they airlift every available doctor to the Joseph Seal fleet by chopper. We'll need to get those implants out as soon as possible."

"Aye, aye, sir." He keyed on the All Ships channel.

"Isis Ascendant to all ships, Emergency Departure Protocol on my mark. Mark !

In answer, the four departing ships reeled in their gangplanks, turned on their electronic countermeasures to jam any incoming signals from El Caudillo. Poweful ducted-fan engines reversed the craft and moved them out to sea. They rotated around their axes and accelerated out into the chop. Explosive bolts jettisoned the hovercraft skirts as pulse-detonation jets lined along the curving rear edge of the ships roared to life. Skipping on the water like giant stones, the vessels quickly reached ekranoplaning velocity and made for the Joseph Seal fleet.

"Set the Horus fighters to combat air patrol." The Fleet Commander used the touch-screen on his map table to set the pattern, a tight circle with its center out to sea, and one edge covering the Isis Ascendant. Hopefully, it would represent a sufficiently non-threatening posture, while still providing his ship with ready protection from attack.

He tabbed the screen again to show an external camera view. The assembled dissidents waited with fear and desperate hope. So far, the Isis's electronic countermeasures were blocking the El Caudillo transmission of death. But he had no doubt the powerful jamming signal was being picked up by El Caudillo's forces.

[OOC: For the pupose of this role play then, we'll just assume my attack was a success, although we don't have to worry about casualties, and because of some sort of popular outcry against the war in your own country, you pulled out. I know it sorta leaves you without a word, but it would be best to give some sort of IC reason to your leaving, even though it has to do with your real life.

Regardless, I understand completely. It has happened to me before, too. Good luck!]

For the purposes of this thread, the emperor of the region caught wind of the war, and recalled the fleet using his own authority. As I didn't get a chance to read your attack before posting my withdrawl, I can't say that anything was lost. We'll just go with the emperor ordering a withdrawl.

And thanks for the luck wish. Too bad I couldn't stay, I would've loved to RP with you guys. Who knows, maybe I'll get the chance to do so in the future. You'll have worse to deal with though. Look out ;)

Rally Point Alpha, 24 hours away from Future England
Bridge of the CNS Resolution of Apollo, Pax Magellanic (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=418345&page=1) Class Carrier

The bridge of the massive Pax Magellanic Class Carrier was a model of modern military efficiency as it led the Colonial 7th Fleet through the cold, choppy waters of the unforgiving ocean, finally reaching its objective.

"Rally Point Alpha has been reached, Colonial 8th Fleet in sight." announced the calm, confident voice of the carrier's helmsman.

"Digital handshake confirmed - point defense networks integrating now." said the feminine voice of another bridge officer. "7th and 8th Fleets fully networked. Combat Air Patrols have been synchronized, tight-beam LAS-COM systems online."

"Carrier escorts and battleships moving into extended formation, resupply ships and carriers centering now." said the ship's executive officer. "We made it."

"Good job, crew." came the voice of the commanding officer on the bridge, Admiral Natalie Vargas (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/JC_Denton/NationStates/96bed604.jpg). Although her voice was calm and confident, a look into the eyes of the admiral would have revealed a much more tense demeanor.

The air above Rally Point Alpha was circled by the combat air patrols of the combined fleets assembled there, with F-133 Valkyries (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=362157&page=1) and F-106 Liberators (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=7279039&postcount=6) guided by the careful directions of E-2 Hawkeyes. Twenty four Pax Magellanic Class Carriers were at the rally point, escorted by six Iowa Class Battleships and six Deep Whale (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=389585&page=1) Class Battleships. Nearly fifty Ticonderoga II Class Crusiers formed a tightly woven air defense network around the rally point, while destroyers, frigates and submarines completed the defensive barrier around the carriers at the centre of the massive formation and seabourne resupply ships hung close to them.

I hope this is enough. thought Admiral Vargas. PP's Task Force Tsunami is gone - defeated by political cowardice. The Macabees' Golden Fleet is approaching, and the Parthians are right behind them... And we're all that stands between them and Future England.

"Coms," asked Vargas, "what's the current ETA for the rest of Taskforce Chariot?"

"6th Fleet should be here within the next eight hours, while 9th will be here in twenty, sir." came the reply from the communications officer.

"Thank you, Lieutenant." replied Vargas.

6th should join us soon enough, but 9th is taking far too long. she thought to herself. The Macabees' Golden Fleet might be bombarding the coast of Future England by the time 9th Fleet arrives - I don't know if we can wait that long. Goddamn PP for leaving! Those spineless bastards have left it all up to us now. I don't know if I can do it without the 9th, but my I might not be able to afford to wait for them. Do I wait for more reinforcements and let the enemy advance, or do I attack sooner but with with fewer ships? Think Natalie, think...

"XO?" asked Admiral Vargas.

"Yes, sir?" replied the ship's executive officer.

"Inform Combined Fleet Operations of my intentions." began Vargas. "Once 6th Fleet arrives, Task Force Chariot is going to abandon Rally Point Alpha and move to a new rally point, closer to Future England. Call it 6 hours away - that distance should allow us to engage anyone approaching Future England with our air wings at long range, but should also allow us to retreat successfully if our losses are too heavy. The 9th Fleet is to meet us at this new rally point, Rally Point Bravo. If the Macabee's Golden Fleet begins to attack Future England, we shall engage them, with or without 9th Fleet here to support us."

"Understood." said the executive officer, who'd been making notes on his military issue PDA. "I'll get this encrypted and burst out to Combined Fleet Operations right away."

I hope this is the right thing to do. Admiral Vargas thought to herself.

(OOC: It's time to muddy the waters just a little bit.)

The Emperor had made up his mind. Several plans had been drawn up, the most important being OPERATION HERMIT CRAB and OPERATION PUMA. The 100 submarines out to sea would make haste toward Future England and lie under the two opposing fleets. When the signal was finally given, the submarines would strike. But OPERATION HERMIT CRAB was a mission of any sort; ten submarines off the coast of El Caudillo would disgorge one hundred of the elite Emperor's Fist special forces, with unknown intentions.

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Admiral Zakharii, Commander-in-Chief of the newly established Future England Command, bowed before the Emperor, his neatly trimmed beard scrubbing the floor. Emperor Jason McCall had called him to a personal meeting in the Emperor's office.
"Rise, Admiral. I must thank you for arriving so quickly, on so short notice. Anyways, on to business. You are aware of the tank situation with Doomingsland, are you not? Well, I want you to recall all of our ST-29s for 'maintainance' purposes in preparation for our part in this conflict. Remove the remote detonation devices, carefully, so as to not destroy the tanks or betray their deactivation. Perhaps a software change is in order. I do not care what is done, just make sure those tanks don't go up in flames."

The admiral nodded his understanding and spoke. "My lord, I certainly hope what you are planning for does not need to occur. I'm sure our allies would understand our intentions in El Caudillo, there is no need for such drastic measures! They are our allies, my lord! Wouldn't they-"

"Nonsense! You, admiral, are a genius on the battlefield as shown in our last war. But to discount all possibilities is suicide! You above all understand one must prepare for the worst, as I am doing, and must show the conviction to do what is neccessary. I am doing both, as you shall see. And I shall act upon that conviction. Our allies are allies in the truest sense, but in some circumstances we must go against their will. Now, get those tanks ready and prepare the 2nd and 3rd fleets. Get the 2nd to Future England in time for OPERATION PUMA and the 3rd to El Caudillo for OPERATION HERMIT CRAB. If anyone asks about the 3rd, say that the 3rd is there for defensive purposes for our new-found ally. Dismissed!"

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The cover of darkness brought many strokes from the Second Empire, all of them in El Caudillo. One hundred men in dark suits swam to shore, malelovent spirits set on destruction. That these spirits brought change for the good, or so the Second Empire hoped, was beyond El Caudillo's current understanding. And so anyone that came into contact with these men before they could find a hiding spot was destined to die, all in the name of advancement and good. These men would find hiding spots, some civilian clothes, and wait for a day before setting out.

[OOC: Democratic Colonies, my fleets are already off the coast of FutureEngland - that's why I engaged Phsycotic Phsycos prior to him leaving the role play due to real life problems.]

(OOC: Oh. Well, in that case, I suppose DC's assembled forces will move in only to find that you're already there and the fleets will engage eachother. I think I'm going to get rather bloodied.

I'm not going to write up an IC post yet, as its quite late where I am. If you wish however, you can have the Golden Fleet detect the DC forces first and get off the first volley/air sorties. Considering the generally higher quality of your vessels, I think that'd be perfectly plausible.)

OOC: Since I am currently nearing FE waters how should I integrate myself into the combat? I'm thinking fire on DC fleets when they start engaging Maccabee fleets, but I dunno.

(OOC: That would work quite well. How about this for a rough outline of events?
1} the Macabee's Golden Fleet detects DC's forces and attack first, getting off the first strikes
2} After suffering heavy losses in combat, DC forces attempt to retreat
3} Praetonian forces cut off DC's attempt to retreat
4} DC forces crushed between the forces of the Macabees on one side, the forces of Praetonia on the other


Ofcourse, that doesn't factor in Fluffywuffy's submarines. Perhaps this thread needs an OOC thread?)

(OOC: It doesn't factor in my submarines, but their main purpose is to prolong the war so that the business in El Caudillo that I am doing goes unnoticed. That, therefore, means they will fire upon anyone. Their plan is to lie in wait until battle is joined, then rise to an attack depth and torpedo the capital ships of both sides so that it appears the sinking of the ships is by the opposing fleet's submarines. If you wish to take them into account then you can, now that their intentions are laid bare)

(OOC: It doesn't factor in my submarines, but their main purpose is to prolong the war so that the business in El Caudillo that I am doing goes unnoticed. That, therefore, means they will fire upon anyone. Their plan is to lie in wait until battle is joined, then rise to an attack depth and torpedo the capital ships of both sides so that it appears the sinking of the ships is by the opposing fleet's submarines. If you wish to take them into account then you can, now that their intentions are laid bare)
OOC:You realise I have 200,000 men in El Caudillo, right?

(OOC: I do, but the 100 men I sent aren't supposed to kill off the 200,000. They are just supposed to kill off government leaders and force a democratic government, covertly I might add. The point is to avoid war with the allies but still get what I want. The submarines also provide a nice distraction. If the two fleets get damaged badly enough, then that leaves me with an excellent position to go conquer people like FutureEngland.)

(OOC: I do, but the 100 men I sent aren't supposed to kill off the 200,000. They are just supposed to kill off government leaders and force a democratic government, covertly I might add. The point is to avoid war with the allies but still get what I want. The submarines also provide a nice distraction. If the two fleets get damaged badly enough, then that leaves me with an excellent position to go conquer people like FutureEngland.)
OOC:You relise doing that would allow for me to install a puppet dictatorship government and declare EC a protectorate, right?

(OOC: Then I hope you enjoy a protectorate ;). See, it's a win-win situation. I get to kill random people, and you get the goods from some of the dead people).

ooc: i go away for a few days and the diplomatic arguing turns into a full-scale war... jeez louise... so this is a little late, but it gives me a somewhat different place to RP from then usual, so I'll attempt to run with it. [/ooc]

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

“How did this happen, Emily?”

“It merely happens to be an extremely dynamic situation far from our usual field of political influence and current field in which we can project our military power.”

“And now we have friends on both sides of the conflict ready to start blowing each other to hell.” Alistair Tetley slammed his fist onto the strong wooden table, injuring his small delicate hands more than the decades-old treated wood. “Bloody hell of a situation, Em.”

Deveraux merely nodded her head. In recent days the United Kingdom had found itself on the side of El Caudillo with the Dracun Imperium – despite an initial misunderstanding in the diplomatic bickering that had preceded the outbreak of armed conflict. Yet, as Tetley had pointed out, the United Kingdom valued the friendship of Jonach I equally as much and so left Parliament if not the whole of the Kingdom in a precarious situation: Which side to aid in the destruction of the other friend?

“I’ve already spoken to Daniel about this, he says that the Royal Navy could at best have some ships ready to reach the theatre areas in a couple of days – however in a couple of days the deciding naval battles shall have already been decided. And one of our friends will be hit quite significantly, despite the bravado put forth by each side’s public relations department.”

Deveraux minded her instinctual scoff at the dismissal of her portfolio, easily ridiculed in this conflict as nothing more than the mouth or the PR firm of Alistair, as she could well see the furrowed brows on Tetley’s forehead and the closed eyes revealing a tortured soul to be hidden from public – and even private – scrutiny.

She brushed a strand of hair that had fallen back behind her ears before attempting to get her friend’s attention. “I can tell you what the official analyses state should be our policy. It’s far wiser for us to join Macabean forces in the elimination of the Dracun Imperium. That side seems to be far better organized and far more numerous in terms of sheer manpower dedicated to the operation.”

“But two things, Emily.” Tetley responded, his head still burrowed deep within his fingers and palms. “Might does not always make right. And where would our sense of honour and integrity be, speaking in the aggregate here as a people and a nation, if we stabbed the Chancellor in the back.” Tetley paused to regroup his thoughts, “No, if nothing else this government, based on the principles of liberalism, in humanity, we will not submit ourselves to the level of dogpiling on a friend for the sake of following analyses and profit-loss reports.”

“But, sir, are you suggesting we become involved against… against the opposing forces?”

“No,” Tetley sighed, “although that would probably be the most noble effort of our armed forces, I will not aid in the destruction of Jonach’s own men and women. No… but I will see what we can do… I need you to write something up for me, Em.”

Embassy of the United Kingdom to the Golden Throne

“The tasks set before us, William, are never easy to carry. But, to carry them has been our orders from Imperium. And carry them we shall.” The bald headed man smiled broadly, though the far younger William saw straight through the faux-contentedness and eagerness to a dire concern over the degenerating situation.

“I concur, sir. However, I’m not entirely sure how receptive Emperor Jonach will be to our case.”

“At this point, William, I doubt very much at all. But we must try. Tell the driver’s to prepare the limousines, we’re leaving immediately.”

“Right then, Ambassador.”

Sir Craig Manning had been appointed ambassador to the Macabees by Prime Minister Tetley a few months ago, and for quite some time had laid low in his post, enjoying the sights around the nation while entertaining the few visitors from the UK who came to the embassy and authorizing visas for those who wished to travel to the UK.

For the first time in his post, he had a significant message to deliver to the Golden Throne. As such, he would be taken over to the foreign affairs official here in Fedala where he would hand over an official letter from the Prime Minister to be given to the Emperor himself. All in the hope of ending this conflict before it became far too bloody for all the parties involved. And as the limo took off in its sleek black lines, its windows tinted and flags of the Kingdom flying in the artificially created wind he patted the folder with the golden royal seal on its cover, hoping that if nothing else, the letter was at the least received.

Letter to Emperor Jonach I

To His Highness and Royal Majesty Emperor Jonach I,

I wish the times of this correspondence brought with it the warm sunny skies of peace instead of the darkening clouds of war and its inevitable death and destruction. I intend not to belittle you with pedantic descriptions of the situation, for like myself I assume you’re fully aware of everything that’s going on – although yourself being far more involved are likely to have a far greater grasp of the nuisances of the situation than I could ever hope to have at this time. I write this to you not so much as head of my government, but as a man concerned with the future and as a friend – albeit not so much a close one, but one that I hope can at least impose upon you to take this time out of your surely busy schedule to simply hear me out.

I realize as surely as you that no nation ought to interfere with another nation’s sovereignty, except under perhaps the most extreme circumstances – which we have not yet seen occur in El Caudillo, although I dare not rule out the possibility of witnessing such extreme acts in the future. The United Kingdom would, under normal circumstances, engage the forces of those actively attempting to influence the sovereignty of El Caudillo in support of your fleets and ground forces; however, the UK finds itself in a bind with powerful friends and peers sitting on both sides of this divisive issue, namely my friends in the Dracun Imperium.

After completing and dispatching this letter I will be writing a similar one to the Chancellor of the Dracun Imperium for my desire is to have our three parties discuss this issue peacefully before destroying thousands of lives on each side, but my desire is to have our parties sit down and discuss this issue as rational men. Each of our nations boasts populations above the two billion mark, and each of our economies is sufficient to support massive, technologically adept, and overall extremely powerful armies, navies, and air forces. The result, I fear, of a clash between all our powers, is nothing short of a horrendous loss of life and material for each side – that in the end may leave Future England in a most pitiful and wrecked state, posing no more threat to El Caudillo.

Yet, it may also leave our own states, on the domestic front, in shambles. The loss of life and the loss of invested government capital could very well spell the end for any of our regimes – be them elected or hereditary in nature. I fear a protracted conflict, as is likely to play out between all our powers, will do great good for El Caudillo in destroying Future England as a threat but will leave us open for our own destruction, to be wrought by either internal or exterior forces.

So I ask you as a man, and a friend, Your Majesty, to simply consider my words. And should you find yourself in agreement I would be more than willing to host a meeting between all our leaders – of course discreetly – as I am quite aware of the potentially sensitive nature of such meetings.

Sincerely

Alistair Tetley

Ministry of Foreign Affairs

Tetley had not been to the private communications centre inside Deveraux’s large office in quite some time. In fact, he lamented, not since her predecessor and Tetley’s long-time friend, Ivan Valovich, had inhabited the halls of the aging building. With a shrug he pushed the thought out of his mind for it concerned him neither here nor there as he was attempting to prevent an unnecessary amount of blood from being shed in this whole fiasco regarding El Caudillo.

Not long ago he had personally dispatched a message through his ambassador in Fedala to Emperor Jonach I, and now he would begin the more laborious process of communicating with a government with which the United Kingdom had no formal relations. A situation not likely to improve during wartime. “Emily,” he called out to the woman he found personally quite striking in both intelligence and sheer physical appearance. And despite his own attraction to her, he realized that while in office, he could not do anything about it. Again, he shrugged the thoughts out of his mind, trying to concentrate on the problem that had now been vexing him for several hours.

“How long until the communications suite is ready to initiate transmission?”

“We’re still establishing the proper sequencing and encoding frequencies, sir. Only a moment or two.”

Tetley could now do nothing else but hope and pray, despite his personal atheism, that his words would at least be heard if not heeded. For to do nothing and let thousands of men and women, not even his own constituents, give their lives needlessly, Tetley knew he could not sleep with something like that on his shoulders – the least he could do for his brothers and sisters in humanity would be bring the sanctity of their lives to the forefront of the debate.

“We’re ready, sir.”

With a heavy heart, but a small glimmer of hope, Tetley sat down at the secure terminal and began to type a message, hopefully to be received by Chancellor Tinverian.

Encrypted Communiqué to Chancellor Tinverian

Chancellor Tinverian,

It is with heavy heart that I write to you on the eve of war. While in the past during the conflict, during its more reasonable stage of diplomatic, shall we say discussions, of the matters pertaining to El Caudillo our two parties sided together to prevent nations from imposing their own sovereignty, moral, and legal codes upon El Caudillo, I fear that our aims and goals have diverged leaving you squaring off against my good friend Jonach I, sitting upon the Golden Throne.

And that, I fear, is the worst positions to be in any conflict, between two friends whom I have sided with on different situations, and in this one, with whom I have sided with both. My conscience plagues me as of late knowing that friends of mine will soon begin the opening salvos of a war that may potentially leave thousands of sailors, soldiers, and airperons dead on battlefields covered with steel, oil, bonemeal, and the utter apathy accompanying large battles. And these thousands hint not at the millions that could die during assaults and sieges on civilian populations, something that would give me pause about even entering a conflict.

As such, I’d like to offer to you, discreetly as this communications suggests, an opportunity to settle the differences with Emperor Jonach I in a face-to-face meeting here in the United Kingdom, on neutral ground – as my government intends not to enter this war that increasingly appears likely to result in nothing more than a pyrrhic victory for the winners. I’d like for us all to meet in a private residence of the King Michael I where we can be quite safe from the prying eyes of my nation’s media – where we can discuss like rational men the looming conflict.

I’ve already written a letter to Jonach and am hoping it to be delivered shortly through my ambassador to his government. Although I can’t promise any response on his behalf, I am hoping that he will see these talks as leaving a dignified escape route for both parties to avoid what I see as totally unnecessary bloodshed.

Realizing that your nation has unfortunately become the defender in this conflict, I will keep this letter brief and not adorn it with superfluous chatter. I only wish to help you as a friend, and as a peer, to lead your nation out of a conflict that I see in nobody’s interests. The end result of this war will be the destruction of all parties. Despite the propaganda, all of those involved in this conflict are sitting upon equal footing, and what I see happening is nothing short of long, protracted engagement that will leave both sides’ domestic fronts in shambles, leaving the door wide-open for popular discontent, which in both democratic and non-democratic government can easily lead to the toppling of a regime. And I certainly wish not to see this for either of my friends.

Take care, Chancellor. I hope this finds you both well and safe.

Sincerely,
Alistair Tetley

Jonach folded the printed out telegram in his hand and sighed. The conflict in Future England and Dracun Imperium was becoming more of a political quagmire, than the projected lightning campaign Jonach was hoping for. Indeed, there seemed to be a greater overture for peace by the international community, consequently dragging the war on further, and the fleets had still not made their mark on foreign soil. All sides still had forces intact, save Dracun Imperium, whom had lost an elderly fleet, and the war did not seem one step closer to victory. However, Jonach was not a man to step down in the face of difficulties, and one could not claim that the war had hit a period of obstacle - in fact, the war had not even begun yet, in full force. The Waffen-SS still had not seen their time in action, and Jonach was sure that the Waffen-SS would complete their job with etiquette, and with a great velocity.

However, Azazia's most recent overture had caused concern in the graying Emperor, who now aged seventy-two years. He took his pen and began to write what he wanted his diplomat to deliver to the Azazian embassy.

Mr. Tetley,

I'm aging now, seventy-two, soon will be my time to die, and my empire shall be in the hands of, not my son, but my grandson. This war, although largely of my doing, has gone beyond my control, and consequently, I want it to end just as much as you yourself wants it. However, unfortunately, I do not believe it can be so. The spotlight has passed from the Empire, to her allies, the Parthians and Doomingsland, and our role shall soon be small, and then shall be extinguished.

I am about to tell you something I have told no one else. I have been diagnosed with cancer of the liver, most likely due to heavy drinking, but what I can say...I lived life well. Regardless, I only have a couple of more weeks of life, although all my doctors claim months, perhaps years - they're lying, and I know it - they just fear their jobs. I can feel my death in my bones.

When I die my grandson shall be given control of the Empire, through my regal will, however, my son will not allow it - he has already expressed the same concerns to me. The Empire shall fall into a period of darkness, and although my grandson will rise victorious, simply because I have guaranteed him support of the people and of the army, the Empire will not be in any state to participate in foreign wars.

Consequently, Alistair, give this war a couple of more weeks. There will not be much damage inflicted on Dracun by the Empire. Then, I guarantee you, our presence will no longer exist. I bare you farewell, friend, perhaps forever.

Sincerley,
Jonach Catalan [Jonach I]

45,000 feet above Rally Point Bravo, off the coast of Future England
Approaching the Golden Fleet of the Macabees

There was an almost surreal chill in the air, a nearly touchable sense of unreality as the long, massive fighters that made up the Forward Air Patrol lumbered through the skies above Rally Point Bravo. The fighters were F-106 Liberators (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/JC_Denton/NationStates/d28d0433.jpg), the heavy strikefighter-intercepters of the Colonial carrier battlegroups. Less manuverable than most of thier foreign counterparts, the Liberators were heavy, high speed, long ranged fighters mounting large radars - thier flaws and strengths were infact noted by many to be very similar to those of the F-14 Tomcat.

"Forward Air Patrol, please report in," came a soothing computer generated voice over encrypted radio, calling for the fighters. "Forward Air Patrol, please report in, this is the Resolution of Apollo," the voice repeated, calm and collected as it always was.

"This is FAP Lead, reporting in, Apollo," came back the reply from a much less calm and collected fighter pilot. He glanced around at the skies around him, seeing nothing but the 15 other fighters of his squadren.

"The Rally Point seems clear." said the pilot as he gave his radar scope a glance. "There are no visible threats and no sign of the Macabees. There's nothing out here but the clouds and the fish."

"The clouds and the fish? came a confused reply. "Please clarify your last transmission," the silicon generated voice continued.

"There's ah... there's no need to. That was a joke." came the frustrated response from the figher pilot. He, as well as some others in the Navy, had liked it far better when actual humans were responsible for communications between ship and plane.

An experiment some years ago had led to the replacement of air traffic controllers all over the Democratic Colonies with computers: massive mainframes equipped with speech synthesizers, human interaction software, and what the programmers called 'personality emulators'. One of these multistory silicon cores supposedly did the job of an entire air traffic control tower, only faster, more efficently, and without any mistakes ever occuring. From there, it wasn't long before the Navy decided to replace most of thier carrier communications staff with 'personality emulator' equipped computers. The end result was that every Pax Magellanic Class Carrier had implanted a five deck tall computer core that handled ship-to-plane communications, as well as point defense and CIWS operations.

It all seemed a little ridiculous to the pilot in command of the FAP. These computer cores handled communications pretty well, and had effectively eliminated the need for a Combat Information Centre seperate from the bridge on the Pax Magellanic Class, but it just seemed to him like another thing that could break down. The computer core, being the massive five-deck tall monstronsity that it was, was vulnerable to damage at many points. If an enemy missile or shell managed to hit the computer core, the ship would be left with an uncoordinated, potentially ineffective CIWS array for atleast fifteen minutes until they could be put under a more conventional control scheme, while pilots would be left in confusion until command and control could be switched to a new carrier. Ofcourse, there were benefits of using a massive computer core instead of humans - it was apparently safer for the pilots, since human error was no longer possible in ship-to-plane communications, and the CIWS officers said that it made the entire array more efficent, but it still just seemed to vulnerable to the pilot. A lucky hit, penetrating in the right place, hitting a thing five decks tall and BLAM! Mass confusion in the skies, ineffective CIWS. It seemed like putting too many eggs in one basket to some, but the brass insisted that the efficency tradeoff was worth it. Besides, with recruitment rates falling as sharply as they were in the Colonies, the pilot supposed that the Navy wanted to automate as many jobs as possible.

"Does anyone see anything out there?" asked the pilot to his squadren as he again, giving his radar scope a good long look, found nothing within range.

"That's a negative sir, I can't see anything," came one reply. The fourteen others that followed it were similar in composition. "No sign of anything at all, Commander. I don't even think that the Macabees are in this far yet, sir."

(OOC: Macabees? Parthia?)

[OOC: Response coming up in a bit. I just ate real good Chinese food, I'm full.]

(OOC: Macabees? Parthia?)

OOC: I'll post when Mac does as part of the Plan.

Offical respons to dracun imperium
We would gladly accept if we were no longer at war it would save a considerable amount of lives on both sides, also if you require aid or assistance of any sort we will give you it.

(OOC: It appears that we're all suffering from some pretty bad RP-fatigue regarding this whole El Caudillo/Future England thing, which I suppose is understandable. I don't really expect any kind of IC resolution to be RPed out in its entirety anymore, since most of the participants, myself included, have moved on to other things.

What I'm not sure about now though, is exactly what should be "done" regarding my fleets. We planned that they would be cut off and destroyed - should I make a note of that for future RP purposes, and RP as if they were destroyed? Should I simply sidestep around this entire affair and act like my ships were simply recalled without incident? Should some sort of ret-con be done for my internal purposes?

I'm uncertain of how the fate of those ships should be handled for future RP functions and IC effects. Any thoughts?)

The Headmaster of The Anti-Terrorist Defense Academy of Quillifter

This thread is the dullest ever. Nothing happened.

The whole fleet of the Democratic Colonies fell asleep and deserves a severe warning when it returns home.

(OOC: It appears that we're all suffering from some pretty bad RP-fatigue regarding this whole El Caudillo/Future England thing, which I suppose is understandable. I don't really expect any kind of IC resolution to be RPed out in its entirety anymore, since most of the participants, myself included, have moved on to other things.

What I'm not sure about now though, is exactly what should be "done" regarding my fleets. We planned that they would be cut off and destroyed - should I make a note of that for future RP purposes, and RP as if they were destroyed? Should I simply sidestep around this entire affair and act like my ships were simply recalled without incident? Should some sort of ret-con be done for my internal purposes?

I'm uncertain of how the fate of those ships should be handled for future RP functions and IC effects. Any thoughts?)


OOC: I'd say they just pulled out without incident.